Fran and Itward run towards the arcade, Springtrap not far behind. They roll back behind the arcade cabinets before Springtrap can see where they went.

Fran: "Great, all I wanted was to finally get some rest, now this thing shows up!"

Itward: "..."

Fran: "Oh what now? Is there something here that will kill us? Why are you staring at the ground?"

Itward: "...I can't believe it…"

Fran: "Can't believe what?"

Itward: "Weapon cartridges, they exist!"

Fran: "What the heck's a weapon cartridge?"

Itward: "One of these."

Itward holds up something that looks like a cartridge that would go into an old gaming console. On the top is a small picture of an assault rifle.

Itward: "If I can remember how to use one of these things, we can shoo off that robot with little effort."

Fran: "Whoa, then get to it!"

Itward: "Well like I just said, I can't remember how to use one of these. I thought none of these even existed so I didn't bother memorizing how to get the weapon out of it. Though, I do recall that it was pretty simple."

Springtrap flips over the arcade machine on the other side of the room at the wall, if they were behind that one, they would've been crushed. Springtrap goes down the line, flipping over the arcade machines one by one.

Fran: "You better remember how quick!"

Itward: "Okay. Up in the air? No. In front of the heart? Not that either. Uhh…"

Springtrap is halfway from flipping their's over.

Fran: "Come on, come on!"

Itward: "Tap the symbol? No, of course not. Does it plug into something?"

Fran: "Itward, he's five away!"

Itward: "Okay, um… Blow into the hole?"

Fran: "So this is how it ends…"

Right before Springtrap flips over the arcade machine they're behind, echos of a child's laughter come into the room. Springtrap gets distracted, and goes to check it out.

Fran: Gasps "Midnight is giving us a bit of time. Now you HAVE to figure it out."

Itward: "Augh! Why won't this thing work!"

Itward crushes the cartridge in his hands.

Fran: "Itward!"

Itward: "I'm sorry, I just-"

A blue aura shoots out of the pieces, forming an aura assault rifle in his hands.

Itward: "...Figured it out?"

Fran: "Well then what are you waiting for?! Go get him!"

Itward: "Right!"

Itward jumps off of the wall onto the top of the arcade cabinet, and pulls the trigger. Out of the barrel comes out a barrage of aura bullets, shooting straight at Springtrap. Fran runs towards the office, maneuvering over the knocked over arcade cabinets.

Midnight: "Since when did Itward have a gun?!"

Fran: "That doesn't matter right now, we just need to get out of here!"

Fran and Midnight dash through the vents, avoiding the spot where Itward is raining death upon Springtrap. They get to the doors and Midnight steps right in front of them.

Midnight: "I knew this would be helpful sometime!"

Midnight gets out a pickaxe and chops right through the steel doors.

Fran: "Wait… Is that the pickaxe used for mining?"

Midnight: "Well… Ya. I know it's against the rules to bring our mining pickaxe with us during one of our runs, but I noticed that a lot of the time, if we had a pickaxe we would've survived."

Fran: "You know what? I never thought of it that way. Good thinking!"

Midnight: "Thanks, but we still need to get Itward."

Fran and Midnight run to the arcade room, which is a complete wreck. Itward notices the two of them and bashes Springtrap into the wall, then runs towards them. After that, the group runs out of the building, living another day.

Midnight: "So how DID you get a gun, Itward?"

Fran: "Ya, and what are those weapon cartridges?"

Itward: "It's a long story, but I'll give you the shortened version. First of all, these weapon cartridges are ancient devices that were once used in a rebellion against an evil king. They worked because they look completely harmless and are very portable. Only downside was they had to mark which ones did what, so the king's guards caught on quickly. They switched to weapons that could appear out of thin air instead of going to and from a cartridge. And that was hundreds of years ago, I'm surprised I even found one!"

Fran: "Cool. Either way, we're out, and back on track. Let us make one final push, I think the portal out of here is nearby."