I'm back! FNAF3 has been released and. . . All I can say is: Thank goodness it doesn't affect my canon.

"I must say, you are quite the actor."

"Really?!"

"Yeah, that was an amazing impression. Very believable. You just might have the job."

"Yes! What's my part?"

"There's only two parts, you know. You have to be the night guard."

"N-Night guard? I thought-"

"Look, there's only one part open for you. Do you want the job or not?"

". . .I'll take it!"

'Mister Strider?' Will asked curiously. 'What exactly are you doing?'

Strider was sitting next to the withered Bonnie. Only now did the little boy realize it reeked. It smelled of blood and something like rotten eggs. Amazingly, Strider seemed unfazed, maybe even enjoying it.

Just deciding on a name for our new friend! How do you feel about "Springtrap"?

'Springtrap?' Will said. The name brought back flashes of vague memories, but nothing seemed to stick to his head. He knew it had a hidden meaning, and he should know it, but just couldn't. It was like trying to look through a cup of mud. 'Where'd you come up with that?'

Oh, it's a long story. I don't have time to explain, it's already eleven, anyway. Buuut bunnies come out in the spring, they spring and jump, and I was- THE NIGHT GUARD will be trapped in it. Clever, eh?

'I guess so. Springtrap. . . Interesting. . .'

"H-hey! Glad you came back for another night! I promise it'll be a lot more interesting this time!"

"Good gosh, this guy sounds like a surfer."

"Found some-some great new relics over the weekend and we're out tracking down a new lead RIGHT NOW! So uh, let me just update you real quick then you can get to work. Like, the attraction opens in like a week so we have to make sure everything works and nothing catches on fire."

"That'll be easy. And I'll be able to practice acting, too. 'Aaah, the lamps are attacking me.' Hehe. . ."

"Uh, when the place opens, people will come in at the opposite end of the building and work their way towards you, then pass you and out the exit. Uh, yeah, you've officially become part of the attraction. You'll be starring as...the security guard!"

"I know. . ."

"So not only will you be monitoring the people on the camera as they pass through, y'know, to make sure no one steals anything or makes out in the corner, but you'll also be a part of the show! It'll make it feel really authentic I think. Uh, so let me tell you about what's new. We found another set of drawings, always nice, and a FOXY HEAD, which we think could be authentic. Then again it might just be another crappy cosplay. And we found a desk fan, very old school, metal though so watch the fingers. Uh-heh uh right now the place is basically just, y'know, flashing lights and spooky props, but I honestly thought we'd have more by now, um, if we don't have something really cool by next week we may have to suit you up in a furry suit and make you walk around saying 'Boo', hehe..."

"I didn't sign up for that. . ."

"But, y'know like I said we're trying to track down a good lead right now, uh, some guy who helped design one of the buildings said there was like an extra room that got boarded up or, uh, something like that so we're gonna take a peek and see what we can find. Uh, for now just get comfortable with the new set up."

The guard perked up. Extra room? What could it possibly contain?

"Um, you can check the security cameras over to your right," the man on the prerecorded messages said. "You can toggle between the hall cams and the vent cams. Uh, then over to your far left, uh, you can flip up your maintenance panel. Y'know use this to reboot any systems which may go offline. Eheh, so, in trying to make this place feel vintage, we may have overdone it a bit, hehe, some of this equipment is barely functional. Yeah...I wasn't joking about the fire, that-that-that's a real risk."

The guard, looking rather worried, glanced around for a fire extinguisher. The comforting device was nowhere to be seen. So much for safety.

"So, the most important thing you want to watch for, is the ventilation. Look, this place will give you the spooks, man, and if you let that ventilation go offline then you'll start seeing some crazy stuff, man. Keep that air blowing. Okay, keep an eye on things and we'll try to have something new for you tomorrow night."

"Hallucinations? Reall- Oh, gosh, it reeks in here. No wonder!" the guard remarked. Thank goodness it was far into the shift. She didn't know how long it would take before she lost it.

Maybe Fazbear's Fright wasn't a good choice for a career in acting.

'This night guard is a girl?!' Chelsea exclaimed. Everybody but her moaned in disgust.

Jack growled, 'Those always die off too quickly!'

Derek nodded and said, 'This will be no different!'

'If we do die off this quickly, then tell me: Are there more boy ghosts or girl ghosts?'

Ron ignored her remark, asking, 'How're we supposed to kill her? One animatronic, seven ghosts. . .'

Easy! Who here wants to share Springtrap?