A/N Hey guys! I am so sorry that I haven't posted this earlier! Well, here is the third chapter! I know it isn't that long, but I hope I can make it right, and try and make the next chapter longer. Well, I hope you will enjoy, and I would love to hear what you guys thought of this chapter!

I hope you have a good day or night!

-Scriptorem stilis

Chapter Three

A New Idea

"Dear, who was that on the phone?" Kate asked him softly.

"She was Hannah Murphy. She called to inform me that they had found the animatronics from Freddy's," Mike replied.

"That is wonderful news! I remember how you used to tell me stories about your time at Freddy's, and how close you were to those robots,"

"Yeah. I really miss them…. Wait, if they have been found, maybe I could bring Mr. Fazbears dream back to life! I could build a restaurant, and have the crew perform for the kids again!" He said triumphantly.

"Yes, that is what I'll do," Mike said to himself.

"Argh," He grumbled.

He was waking from a fleeting nightmare, where a golden rabbit had been chasing him, limping like a zombie. Mary stirred next to him, waking from her dreams.

"What be the time, cap'n?" She questioned before yawning.

"I don't know, lass. 'Tis a timeless hole we be in, it seems," Foxy replied.

A light danced upon the floor, in an elongated rectangle. Going over to investigate, Foxy moved toward the door, reaching out for the brass door knob, he twisted it. It rattled before swinging away from him. He glanced back at Mary, who was now standing right behind him, before entering the room.

A man was working on what appeared to be a heavily damaged leg of an endoskeleton. A small radio was playing a song that seemed very upbeat, and seemed to boost Foxy's courage.

"Some legends are told. Some turn to dust or to gold,"

Foxy liked that line, and he actually thought of maybe using that in a song as inspiration for some stories.

The man turned around at that moment and nearly jumped out his skin. His green eyes were wide as saucers, and his red hair was standing on end, with streaks of white mixed in.

"Take it easy lad! We mean no harm to ye," Foxy said, putting his hand and hook up in the air.

"My god… You still work!" The man said before chuckling uneasily.

"Um… I didn't think you would function after that fire, and being buried so long in all that rubble. But then again, you didn't suffer as much damage as your friends had,"

"Where be they?" Mary spoke up, her tone was dry.

"Well… they are really rough for wear. They were pretty much toast when they came here. I have been trying my best to fix them, but… I am not sure if they will work the same they did thirty years ago,"

"I be sure that ye are doing fine, lad," Foxy said.

"If it be not too much to ask but, where be we? What be your name? And be the time of day?" Marianne asked.

"You are in my basement. Heh, I know how weird that sounds, but it is my workshop down here. My name is Jeremy Fitzgerald. I used to work the day shift at Freddy's. And it is ten o'clock in the morning, to answer your last question, Anna," Jeremy replied to the multiple questions.

Mary pondered this chunk of information for a minute. Foxy walked over to where Jeremy was working, and regarded the support beam for the upper thigh was severely bent.

"That leg was crushed during the fire. I will most likely have to replace it," Jeremy said, following Foxy's gaze.

"Can I see them?" Foxy asked, as if he wasn't entirely there.

"They are in pretty bad shape, like I said. But I can't see any reason on why you can't see them," he said as he walked towards a different door, at the left end of the room.

Foxy followed behind, his feet thudding against the concrete.

Jeremy opened the door and went in, with Foxy right behind him.