Hey! Hey, Derek! Freddy-kid!

'LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY.'

I know a great song that would suit you! Wanna hear it?

'Does it look like I do?'

It's called "Stary Niedźwiedź Mocno Śpi"! It means "Old Bear is Sleeping"! Kind of like-

'Go away!'

Can I at least sing it? Strider asked, obviously disappointed.

'No.'

"Niedźwiedź łapie!"

'If that's in anyway related to angry bears,' Derek growled. 'You're going to see what one really looks like.'

"Uh, hello, hello. Uh, for today's lesson, we will be continuing our training on proper suit-handling techniques."

Julie gave an exasperated sigh and looked at the recording device.

The phone guy continued, "When using an animatronic as a suit, please ensure the animatronic parts are tightly compressed and fastened by the spring-lock located around the inside of the suit. It may take a few moments to position your head and torso between these parts in a manner where you can move and speak. Try not to move or press against the spring-lock inside the suit. Do not touch the spring-lock at any time. Do not breathe on the spring-lock, as moisture may loosen them, and cause them to break loose. In any case of the spring-lock moving while you are wearing the suit, please try to maneuver away from populated areas before bleeding out, as to not ruin the customer experience."

The night watch seemed to be trying not to gag.

"As always, if there is ever an emergency, please go to the designated safe room. Every location is built with one extra room that is not included in the digital map layout programmed in the animatronics or the security cameras. This room is hidden to customers, invisible to animatronics, and is always off-camera. As always, remember to smile, you are the face of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

"Safe room? This was a problem? No wonder you went out of business, Fazbear. . . 'Look at that. I've been impaled. Better go hide and die and not seek medical attention!'" Julie said in the most sarcastically peppy tone she could manage.

A loud clicking and creaking noise was heard from the other side of the building. The security guard flipped up the tablet monitor, unaware of the six children in the same room.

'Who goes first?' Ron asked nicely. 'Rock-Paper-Scissors?'

'But there's too many of us!' Will complained.

'Draw straws?'

'Can you even hold straws?' Chelsea replied.

'Fine. I'll think of a number, you try and guess it.'

'Six!' Derek shouted.

Chelsea exclaimed, 'Three!'

'Seven?' Jack said.

'Nine,' Will suggested.

Everybody looked at Luke. He muttered, not looking at them, 'Five.'

Ron clapped, 'Congratulations, you guessed it exactly! You get to scare her first!'

Luke snapped up with wide eyes.

'Get ready, I'll go disable the vents,' he smiled.

"If you're going to make ventilation systems, make them so that I don't die of oh no. No no no no no. Get away from the window, weirdo. I don't care what you want, just go," Julie instructed.

She looked Springtrap timidly in the mechanical eyes and pointed in the other direction. He did nothing but stare with an eerie, almost-human eagerness into the office like a thief choosing his loot. Of course, he didn't leave. Julie threw up the monitor and pressed the "AUDIO" button. Children giggling could be heard from far off. Like a dog, Springtrap perked up and rushed to seek out the noise, completely ignoring the guard.

Julie sighed in relief.

Then there were the sirens again. The blaring noise could deafen a person at this volume. She was forgetting something. . . Oh yeah, there was an ugly metal fox in the office. That too.

It's grotesque head was tilted, and the thing's face was missing its right eye. The other one was glowing in an odd way. The fox's right arm had broken off at the elbow, leaving it torn at the end, while the other hand had a dangerous-looking hook attached. Several bits and pieces had ripped to reveal it's rusty endoskeleton. The red color was barely visible beneath what seemed to be burn marks. The fox looked ready to tear her limb from limb, using its sharp fangs.

Julie gasped like a fish on land.

Like the "boy" from the day before, it leaped for her, probably ready to bite her face off. The security guard cringed, stuttering, "Only one only one only one only one-"

This went on for several minutes, but again whatever was supposed to happen didn't occur. Julie opened her eye, the office empty once again.

". . .This is getting old."

Luke plopped down onto the floor, and the other children applauded him as if he were an actor at the end of his performance.

'Splendid!'

'She was totally spooked there!'

'Awesome job!'

The boy suddenly murmured, 'She's not the one.'

Chelsea gazed at him with a peculiar expression. 'The what now?'

'This girl in no way has anything to do with our deaths. I know it.'

'Well, she still might be,' Derek shrugged.

'No, she isn't related to him at all.'

Jack nudged him gingerly with his foot, careful not to pass through him again, asking, 'Are you sure you're alright? You look like a dog that just ran across the globe. How do we know you're not crazy?'

'I saw something.'

Everybody in the room that could see the parched boy stared.

'I saw our killer, for only a moment. . . And everything was on fire.'

There was a moment of silence lasting an eternity. Ron cut in, 'Ooookaaaay, Luke, you are obviously tired from that hallucination you caused. You can go rest for a while, alright?'

Luke gave a sluggish, stiff nod and crawled up from the ground. Derek followed him, making sure he got there.

The sound of the six AM bell brought everybody back into reality.