"…Fazbear Entertainment LLC has issued a press release, stating that next Saturday will be the grand reopening of the Freddy Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex. The reopening comes almost four months after the pizzeria's sudden closure over company claims of health concerns. Insiders state that there were areas reported by employees that were in dire need of improvement for public safety. The CEO describes the sudden closure as 'difficult yet needed'.

The PizzaPlex closing and delays of reopening are an unusual brash move as opposed to the company's mantra to produce efficient products and or services within a short timespan.

Our crew had caught footage of what appears to be a bloody bunny suit being transported from the PizzaPlex a few weeks ago. Fazbear Entertainment has continuously declined to comment on the footage.

We'd discovered that the bunny suit contained a decomposed corpse. The autopsy revealed the demise of Jane Doe as exsanguination from dismemberment, the body destroyed beyond recognition.

As of this reporting, the body remains unidentified.

We will continue to investigate this matter as new details emerge from medical examiners collaborating with specialists. This is Hayley Howell reporting live from News Hurricane Hustle at 11…"

It's late. Gregory should be getting his rest but all he had received was restlessness. The nightmares kept coming. He did not want another one to happen, and he knows it is coming again.

Her screams continue to echo from the last nightmare episode, outweighing even the loudest snores of his roommates.

Are you having fun yet? He clasped the pillow over his head. The phrase repeatedly struck him. Her voice taunts him. As he felt those words hit his chest, they turned into their own version of petrified screams, allowing them to weld deeply into his chest cavity.

Gregory leaves the room, tiptoeing downstairs to get a cup of water. The water tasted disgusting the first time, it soothes the dryness of his throat.

But not his painstaking reality.

I killed her…

"Are you having fun yet?… Hehehehe!…No. No. No! NO – AAAAAAAAHHHH!"

He should have left the PizzaPlex and gone down to the police station and let them keep him there. But he stayed. Why did he stay? What made him think the outcome would be different? She'd been after him all night, relentless, determined, using every source accessible to get her way.

"…Turn them against Vanny…"

She had those bots tear Freddy piece by piece, yet he didn't think that was what Freddy meant by turning her army against her. Gregory intended to subdue her, but she was so close to him. He panicked and said the first thing that came to mind. He didn't mean to say disassemble.

His legs give out, and he falls into a curled up position. The split water flying everywhere. He didn't hear the shattering glass. He only hears her pleading for her life before her guts were the first to detach.

I killed her.

"Gregory!" He jumped up, startled by Ms. Gagne with a scowl on her face. "Are you kidding me? WHAT are you still doing up? Clean this up and then go back to your room! And you better get up for school or else you can forget about going to the PizzaPlex!" He's handed the supplies needed before she stomps away. He sweeps the glass and clears the floor of split liquid. Gregory leaves the broom against the island and goes back to bed, knowing he will be yelled at in the morning.

He didn't care.

He wanted Freddy.

Saturday morning came and after twenty minutes on the road followed by another fifteen minutes standing in line, Gregory handed over his money in exchange for a wristlet.

Ms. Gagne warned him not to go far, his time started as soon as he got on the line to pay, and that she was following his every move. As punishment from the other night, he had been allowed to stay for one hour. He intends to use every minute.

Chica is the first one he sees, goofing around with a group of children, including some of his housemates. The chicken resisted the urge to pick at the pizza that one of the kids dangled. She won't remember him, and he can't not forget the feeling of being terriorized. He begins moving from the area.

"Uh-uh mister!" His caregiver snatched his arm. "Don't even try it."

"You said I had an hour!"

"I told you, you're not venturing off without me. Now where are you going?"

"I want to see Freddy." He wanted to give something to thank the bear for saving his life at the cost of his own.

Okay, maybe that was being a bit melodramatic. He's certain that Freddy has been repaired and restored. He's the mascot, why would the company risk replacing their mascot?

"Good luck with that," An older man comments whilst carrying his crying daughter. "Do you not see the crowd trying to get Chica's attention? Take that and multiply it by 50 million times. That's how many kids are waiting in line, right now, to get ten seconds of his attention. They had him step away a few minutes ago, as if a robot needs to rest for ten minutes."

"Another time Gregory. Look, Chica's right there. Go say hi."

Yeah, no. Not happening. I gotta get to Freddy's greenroom!

He'd asked to use the bathroom, timing the usage of people going in and out. He'd gotten the stall below the vent and climbed into it.

Definitely going to be grounded for longer. He thought as he traveled the vents. He had brought himself some time and realized that the ventilation system is the same layout. He wished he had his Faz-Watch, had it not been destroyed.

He hears Freddy's voice as he edges closer, stepping down the boxes and listening to a muffled conversation from the maintenance room. The other voice sounded like Roxy, conversing on the number of children in the PizzaPlex.

"A new array of fresh meat to beat in go kart racing!"

"Not everything is a competition, Roxy!" Freddy called out. Roxy must have left the room. There's a chance that the bear is by himself. Now's his chance.

The metallic door slides up and he slips from the unexpected contingency. Gregory fell almost face first in front of Freddy.

"I thought I heard something." Did they upgrade Freddy with super hearing? Nevermind that.

"Freddy!" He leaps into the animatronic's arms for a hug, in which the bear doesn't resist.

"How were you able to get past security?" Freddy listened as Gregory explained the ventilation systems and chuckled. "I am impressed. They should have you redesign the ventilation system." He sets Gregory down before kneeling at eye level. "So, what can I do for you?"

"I wanted to give you something," Gregory reached into his hoodie pocket and retrieved a folded paper, unfolding the content to present to the latter.

"Oh, this is amazing! Did you draw this?"

"I did." He grins sheepishly, glowing red from the compliment. "It isn't much but it is something."

"This is awesome. You really have an eye for art, hold on to that." Freddy gently folds the paper.

"I wanted to say thank you. I wouldn't have been here had you not been there to help me. You saved my life, Freddy."

"It is not a problem at all, everybody gets flustered on their first Fazer Blast game. I am sure that with practice, you will get the hang of it!"

"Fazer – I, what? Freddy, do you not know who I am?"

Freddy's eyes scanned him from head to toe. "I do not see a registration, but do not worry, such things take time to process in our systems."

"No, it's me, Gregory! You helped me the day I got locked in overnight. Your friends went crazy and then there was this rabbit lady who tried to kill me. You helped me! We – I –." He feels a pinch in his throat, reading the bear's confused expression. "Freddy, do you not remember me?"

Freddy's eyes downcast before meeting Gregory's gaze. "I am afraid not. I am not even sure what you are talking about – "

The sound of the door opening interrupts the rest of Freddy's answer.

"Gregory!" Ms. Gagne's face as red as the room's dècor, stomps in with a technician trailing behind her and the fury of war in her eyes. "I'm not even surprised, I'm just convinced that you love giving me gray hairs, don't you? What did I say about trying something sneaky?! What is the matter with you?" She turns to the animatronic bear. "I am so sorry about him, he's about as stubborn as the city's concrete!"

Gregory paid her no mind, preoccupied with his state of nearing hysteria as he pleaded with Freddy. "Freddy, how do you not know me? Please, after everything you've done for me, please, I need you!"

"Do I need to call security, Fred?"

"No, no, that would not be necessary. We are leaving, now Gregory!"

"Wait," Freddy orders abruptly. "Could you give us a few minutes? Please."

"Sure thing. Come on ma'am, just right outside the door."

Not a minute after the door shuts, Freddy embraces a now hysterical Gregory. It troubled him to see children cry. It's even more troubling listening to the young child recall a night in which he couldn't remember.

Why can I not remember?

"Gregory," He lifts the chin of the latter to meet his gaze. "I am sorry that you are having trouble with this. Nightmares can be quite scary to encounter –"

"It's not a nightmare, that was a hellish reality! That lady, she – I killed her. There's so much blood, her screams wouldn't stop…" Gregory covered his ears, sinking into the ground. "And you don't remember me..."

Freddy gives a comforting grip. "Even though I have no memory of such, I am glad that you are alright and that you were able to escape. Please do not get frustrated, this does not mean we cannot remain friends."

The technician re-enters the room. "Sorry Freddy, but the crowd's getting restless."

Freddy gives him a nod, standing up and taking Gregory's hand. "Come on, let me escort you to the front." They leave the room, his handler and Gregory's guardian trailing behind. Freddy could hear the unkind sentences the woman's muttering.

Back in the Atrium, a roar of children cheering seeing the mascot. Again the technician gives an apology. "Sorry Fred, but this is as far as we can go." And again, Freddy gives him a nonverbal nod.

"Before you go," Something dropped from his shoulder compartment, landing in his hatch. He pulls it out, revealing a sparkling novelty Faz-Watch. He presents it to Gregory. "I feel that I need to give this to you,

My Faz-Watch! Gregory takes the item with appreciation, ignoring the scoffing from Ms. Gagne and the technician's surprise.

"Aye Freddy, we don't normally give those out unless –" Freddy giving him a hard stare shuts him up. Not without mumbling "I don't get paid enough for this…"

"I do hope to see you around more as time goes on, be sure to come back, okay?"

"Okay," Gregory hugs him, feeling tears reemerging.

"Please be patient with him. He is a good kid." Freddy instructs Ms. Gagne, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Bye Freddy."

"Goodbye Gregory," The bear waves as they go upstairs to access the elevators.

Back in the Lobby, Ms. Gagne calls her aides. "I'll be back in a few. Taking this one home." They get in the car when the older woman scoffs while pulling off the lot. "'Have patience', like I'm taking advice from a robot."

Gregory starts becoming confused as the woman sped past their exit. "Hey, what gives? Home is that way."

"You are going back to the county's child care to be placed elsewhere. I'm not putting up with you anymore, you're such a difficult child…" She rambles on and Gregory tunes her out, his heart races. The reality of being an 'orphan', resulting years after his parents' demise and being traded from house to house. He should have known that this would be a temporary residence for him. He never stays in one place for too long. He wanted to run away. From this house and from the nightmares that engulfs him. They needed to go away. Being here did not make the screams go away. Being in a new house, a new foster family, it won't make the screams go away.

He'd wished Freddy was a human, and that he would have adopted Gregory.

"Don't kid yourself." Ms. Gagne snapped. He realized he had professed this thought out loud. "No one, not even the human version of Freddy Fazbear himself, would ever want a kid like you."

She's right. He toys with the Faz watch, a token to ignite a newfound relationship. A friendship that only exists as a fairytale. He's not going to come back.

He sees the building in the distance, drifting further away from sight. And at the last glance at the neon sign he whispers.

"So long, Freddy."

"Places everyone, showtime is about to begin!" Technicians scurry around to get the Glamrock animatronics on stage.

"Freddy, come on!" Chica motions. He walks alongside her. "You're thinking about that boy again, aren't you?"

He is. In the timeframe between their goodbyes and now, Freddy's memory had started to glitch. The story that Gregory had told Freddy, he is actually seeing them, in fragments, until they disappear, showing up at a random time.

"Come on Fazbear, get your head in the game!" Monty shouts at him. In spite of Monty's jealousy to be lead singer, Freddy wanted Monty to take the lead tonight. Freddy absentmindedly touches the mic, not wanting to perform. But he didn't want to impose any last minute inconveniences, so he nodded at the gator and took his place in front.

The ramp lifts to a raging crowd and although he appears excited, he keeps glancing at that middle elevator, where Gregory waved his goodbye before the doors shielded them. He hoped Gregory would come back. He has questions about what happened that night. That lurking, uncomfortable setting in his systems made him wonder that wasn't going to see Gregory, at least not for a long time.

Maybe some things are best to be forgotten, for now. And so he focuses on leading a great show, to focus on the now. Even though a final thought eludes him.

So long, superstar.