A/N: Hey guys, it's been a while, but I think and hope Sunday works better for all of us. We're all home, not going outside, yet procrastinating like it's Friday. Fantastic huh?

Before starting, I wanted to thank all of you who are reading this story and have followed, faved, and commented so far; yes, again. But I also wanted to thank guest reviewer Libra904 for the Happy Easter wish. Thanks Libra, and a very late Happy Easter for you and everyone else who's reading. I'm terrible with holidays guys, forgive me for forgetting to do that last week.

Also, there's a little surprise waiting for you in the A/N at the end of this chapter. Don't panic; it's a good surprise!

Finally don't be afraid to leave suggestions or criticisms below. They're all very appreciated. Without further delay (and you had a lot today!) here is chapter 5. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: Child's play

Staring blankly at the camera, a woman standing outside the pizzeria circled with yellow 'Do not cross' tape started reporting our story.

"It's been three days since five children disappeared at this Freddy Fazbear's Pizza in Fort Worth, Texas. Although the children are reported as missing, the large amount of blood found at the scene leaves few hopes for the heartbroken families, as investigators are using terms such as 'murder' and 'bodies'."

"11 year old Sean Williams and his brother Brandon, who was celebrating his 8th birthday, were presumably murdered by an employee dressed as a mascot of the franchise, a golden bear named Bucky. Their friends Fernando Mendez and Sarah O'Patrick, both nine, suffered the same fate."

"A fifth child, 7 year old Jack Schmidt, who had moderate autism, was presumably murdered under the same circumstances." As his picture appeared on the screen, I turned around to look at Jack, but he was still tracing circles on the floor like nothing happened.

"According to witnesses, the man in the golden animatronic suit lured the five children into a recently built private party room where there was no one else and no security cameras. Video surveillance from the rest of the pizzeria shows that all other employees and security guards were in their designated areas."

"When he was found, the presumed murderer had deep wounds on his wrists and was wearing a golden outfit to match his costume. Authorities argue that the man cut himself in an attempt to end his own life after he had committed the hideous act. He is currently in a critical state and hasn't been able to answer any questions; he's not expected to survive."

"However, another employee has been detained. It is suspected that 23 year old Jeremy Fitzgerald aided the killer by giving the five children free tickets for the private party, thus giving the murderer a chance to kill them without having to worry about witnesses. Mr. Fitzgerald said that he has very fuzzy memories of that day, that he would never do anything to hurt his cousins, and that an uncle of the Williams paid for the party. And yet there is no record of this payment. Back to you Scott."

A reporter from the main studio appeared to replace the woman. "Thank you Vanessa. And this story just keeps getting more tragic; the missing brothers lost their father Benjamin Williams, a Vietnam veteran and police officer, three years ago during a shootout with a criminal gang lead by the infamous Alfonse Yoska. During the shootout, Mr. Williams killed Mr. Yoska. As Mr. Williams was calling for backup, he was shot down by another member of the gang, whose identity is still a mystery. Now all that remains of the once happy family is the devastated mother and widow Clara Williams."

"Finally, Jack's older brother, 13 year old Michael Schmidt, gave this intriguing speech when asked about the identity of his brother's murderer." Some footage of a young teen being chased by reporters and dragged along by his mother appeared on screen, tears streaming from his blue eyes as he faced the camera.

"I-I know the man who wore that B-Bucky suit that d-day…" he sobbed, pausing to wipe his face, "H-He once stayed a-alone with us after hours until our parents c-came to pick us up, and I'm still here." He clenched his fists, his face going from pure sadness to pure anger. "He did not kill my brother, you h-hear me!"

"Mike…" whimpered his mother as he tugged at him. "Please…"

"NO!" Mike snarled at her, "I don't k-know who did this, but I know who didn't, and I k-know that I will find the man that killed Jack!"

Mike's angry tone suddenly broke down into a soft cry as he covered his face. "I-I have to…" he sobbed helplessly, "I should've been there with him… I…"

With a last tug, the now crying mother dragged her son away from the microphones and cameras.

"Brother?" the four of us turned around, baffled to see Jack standing on his two golden feet without any help, staring blankly at the TV. "I'm right here…"

I felt a knot in my throat as I walked to Jack, head and ears down. "Jack…" I whispered, "He's not here. He can't h-"

Jack's huge golden fist connected with my jaw, my gears cringing as I stumbled backwards. This hurt a lot for a dream.

"You promised!" As Jack started walking towards me, my brother and Sarah rushed to him and grabbed his arms; Ferny came running by my side. "You promised to keep me safe, you promised that nothing bad would happen!"

With a painful crack, I fixed my jaw back into place. I wanted to say something back, but Jack was right; I failed him. Sarah and Sean were groaning painfully as they tried to hold him back. I looked up at the golden figure, trying to spot the smallest hint of forgiveness in his eyes. But all I saw was black.

"I could've just waited Mike out…" Jack suddenly whispered with a terrifying calm as he relaxed his body. "But you… you put me in that room… you…"

"I'M SORRY, OKAY!" I shouted, trying to hide away my guilt with anger, "I'M FREAKING SORRY!"

"You killed me…" he whispered. As these words echoed in my head, I fell down to my knees.

"Woah, woah, woah… hold on guys." called out a sixth voice from the back of the room. When I realized who this voice belonged to, I almost fainted.

"Don't steal my credit like that Bonnie!" continued to voice nonchalantly, "Bucky, don't you remember? Brandon didn't kill Jack; I did!"

We all turned around at the same time. There he was, sitting on chair by the door, a little red book in hard cover resting on his crossed legs. He was still wearing the purple security guard uniform, but he was playing with the ski mask in his hand, letting us see his grinning face and unruly hair for the first time.

"Hi folks!" he said cheerfully as he waved at us, smiling. "You're all looking really handsome! A bit… dirty… but it'll rub off." He let out an eerie chuckle.

None of us were moving; we just stood there, watching him in awe. Our killer let out a little sigh as he stood up, laying the book neatly on his chair. He was an adult, but he still looked like a kid trying to act like a grown up.

"What?" he said flatly, shrugging. "You guys don't recognize me?" he started to walk calmly to us. "Look, I'm sorry for just popping out of nowhere, but I wanted to get here as soon as you woke up, you see? I understand that you're all a bit confused, and…"

"Ferny," whispered my brother, "he can't hear us talk can he?"

"What… umm…" answered Ferny, as if just waking up from a trance. "N-No. He can't"

"Okay, good." Sean kept whispering even after hearing this. "Sarah, Don, you there?"

"Yes." whispered Sarah firmly. I tried to answer, but seeing my killer walk towards me again was too much for me to handle.

"Don, c'mon…" hissed my brother as he gave my foot a subtle kick from behind. "Get into it!" But I was definitely out of it.

"Alright…" he sighed. "We're three, he's one. I don't care if this is real or not…" I heard the hydraulic wheezing of his clenching fists as his voice suddenly filled up with rage. "But I know I really want to break his smile."

"Okay… he's close…" whispered Ferny, "I'm closer to him, I'll tackle him, and you hold him down."

"Sounds good." my brother said with cruel enthusiasm. "By the three guys…"

"One…"

Ferny and Sarah bent their knees in front of me, ready for the sprint. Our killer raised his eyebrows.

"Two…"

Sarah clenched her yellow fists as Ferny flashed his hook. With a few calm steps, my brother was in front of me and by their side.

"You do realize…" interrupted our killer.

"THREE!"

The heavy bodies of my three friends collapsed to the floor with an ear shattering sound. Baffled and afraid, I saw how our killer cried of laughter, a soft red glow coming from his chest.

"Ha! Oh… oh… that was good." He wiped away his last tear as he looked at the cringing bodies. "As I was saying, you do realize that I can hear everything you guys say?"

Growling, Ferny raised his canine head to the man in purple. "How…" he wheezed. "We can't speak out loud. Only the five of us can talk to each other."

Shaking his head, the man crouched over Ferny. "My dear Foxy," he cooed, patting Ferny's muzzle, "I am one of you. Well, not like this." He gave a knock to Ferny's metallic chest. "It's… well you don't need to know." He got up, brushing his knees.

"But don't be sad," he continued, "you were right on something. Only we can talk with each other. Now, where was I…" he idly walked around the room, the red glow fading away as my friends slowly stood up. "Oh yeah, the rules."

"What rules…" groaned my brother as he steadied himself, leaning on my shoulder.

Our killer sighed disappointingly. "Honestly, were you even listening at all?" He stood in the middle of the room, looking like an angry teacher. "What I was explaining, before Freddy over here decided to go all Rambo on me, was that I want to play a game with you, a very simple game. Or rather, I want you to play a game for me, while I enjoy the show. But obviously, we need to establish the rules for said game first."

The man waited until we all stood on our feet, and clearing his throat, he began speaking again.

"Rule number one: The pizzeria is your playground. You can play all around the building, but if any of you exits, the game will end."

"Rule number two: You cannot touch or attack any animatronics, or any part of an animatronic, other than yourselves. So the five of you can punch each other to death if you want, but touch an empty head or endoskeleton, and it's game over; except when you're trying to accomplish your goal that I'll explain later."

"Rule number three: Being the spectator, you are not allowed to interact with me in any way unless I start the interaction. So, you can't ask me questions, talk to me, or touch me, unless I do it first.

"Rule number four: Besides being the spectator, I am also the referee. So I can end the game whenever I want, without any warning. And off course, you must do as I say, always."

"Failure to comply with the rules may result in either a warning, like the one you just had, or a game over. That's basically it."

My brother looked at the man defiantly, his eyes glowing with hate. "And the game is…"

"Your existence." said the man flatly.

"You forgot to tell us the goal of the game, idiot." said Sarah.

"Chica, sweetheart, I was just getting to that." said the man with a careless gesture. "You'll find it very simple, and soon, very fun." A perverse grin appeared on his face. "From 12 AM to 6 AM, you will do your best to kill the security guard on office, stuffing him in a spare animatronic suit. See? Simple!"

"And if we say no?" barked my brother as he stepped forward towards the man. Sarah, Ferny and I followed suit.

The man giggled. "Fellas, I don't think you understand your situation." He looked at us sternly, all humor and friendliness gone. "I own you. You are my pets, my toys, my playmates… my very own Fazbear Gang!"

He smiled maniacally after saying this, sending shivers down my spine.

"Now, now…" he continued, "That doesn't mean we can't all be friends, right! We may have started off on the wrong foot here, but over time you will find out that you are more like me than you think. Once your hands are covered in blood and you see the delicious joy of giving yourself up to what you really are, what all of us really are, we will all joke about this moment. It's gonna be so fun!"

We threw disgusted glances at the smiling man, and looked at each other, as if asking ourselves 'What now?'. It was then that we all remembered something.

"Yeah yeah, babble all you want stupid." mocked Sarah, putting her hands on her hips. "It's been quite a dream, and I'm pretty sure it's almost morning." We laughed at how well she said what we were thinking. "I'll wake up, take a shower, eat some pancakes, and forget all about you."

The man raised his eyebrows, and tapping his foot, shook his head. "Chica, Chica, Chica… what am I gonna do with you?"

"It's Sarah doofus." hissed Sarah angrily.

"Sweetheart…" whispered the man sweetly, "Sarah is dead and rotting. I clearly remember sticking a kitchen knife between her ribs. But thanks for showing me your confusion, I see now that you're all having a bit of an identity crisis."

Sarah laughed back at this. "Oh, sure! I'm Chica!" she said with a squeaky voice. "Hey kids! Let's Eat!"

We all laughed at the way the man sighed painfully. But our joy was cut short.

"ALRIGHT!" shouted the man with sudden rage, stomping towards Sarah. "WANT ME TO SHOW YOU WHERE SARAH IS?!"

"Sarah, get here!" called out Ferny. I tried to sprint to her and drag her to where we were standing, but once again something wouldn't let me move my feet. We could only look helplessly as the man turned Chica's rigid body to face us.

"DID YOU EVEN STOP TO THINK WHOSE BLOOD YOU'RE COVERED WITH?!" hollered out the raging man, before he suddenly went quiet, and smiled. "You know what?" he whispered. "That's okay. I can't wait to see your reaction to this!"

The man took a hold of the frontal plate of Chica's exoskeleton that covered everything between her neck and her waist. Then, with a single violent tug, he opened her torso, letting us see her wires, circuits, endoskeleton, and…

"Sarah…" I whispered in horror. She was there, her golden hair now a sick yellow, her gray face covered in blood seemed to stare directly at me. If I had a stomach, I would've thrown up. The man bent over, laughing his sickening laughter while pointing at us. With a new sense of horror, I looked at my own blood-drenched body. At that moment, we all realized what was inside of us. And we all realized, that if this was a nightmare, it was only beginning.

A/N: Yup. Only beginning. So... Who's pumped for a story that will be much longer than originally planned, huh?! *Cricket noises*

*Sigh* Remember guys. Chapter 6. Next week Sunday 10 PM GMT. Woo hoo.

Now, for that surprise I mentioned. Next week, besides getting your new chapter, you will also finally get the book cover drawing I talked about at the introduction. Lucky you, huh? So don't be scared if you don't see the story's current logo.

The drawing is just a simple pencil sketch of Bonnie and Brandon (tough he looks way older than the 8 year old he is) sitting back to back on a plain. Nothing special, but hey, I do know how to keep my promises. Unlike Brandon. What? Too soon?