It was a lonely day, just like all the others.

Jessica has been through this cycle far too many times already; she knew how it went. How it felt to wait during the day in the middle of an empty, filthy, and fading restaurant while desperately anticipating the coming night. This was the only time she and her friends would get their chance to avenge themselves, to have some retribution after the injustice they suffered.

Jessica hated violence and always tried to find peaceful solutions in every situation, no matter how dire it seemed. It was always important to forgive others no matter how wrong they could be sometimes. Even when she became an animatronic, she only wanted to be free and not to avenge herself. Over time, this changed. She stopped caring. Some people did not deserve another chance, and their jailer was among them. She hated that she stopped caring, but it was the truth.

Jessica's only anchor that allowed her to maintain her humanity was her friends, who always remained by her side. She didn't even want to think of how agonizing it would be to go through this if she were alone in this darkness. Sometimes they talked, other times they tried to rest…Liam rested today, but Jessica couldn't.

Neither could Gabriel.

She noticed that he was strangely silent since they moved to a new location; even last night, he didn't move away from his stage and remained static even though he could. He was always the most cheery out of the four of them; even in the animatronic state, he clung on to hope for the longest time out of them all. Jessica wondered if he was simply too tired and wanted to rest, but he was awake, allowing the girl to feel his soul's inner turmoil. She wondered if she should disrupt this or whether he would get angry at her interference, but eventually, Jessica braced herself and turned her head towards him.

"Are you…Alright?" Her ephemeral voice echoed in Gabriel's mind, making him turn around, as well.

"I…Yes, I am." He said quietly, in a voice echoing with despair and weakness.

"Are you sure? You sound very tired…"

Gabriel's response wasn't something Jessica could anticipate. He turned his voice box on, allowing the all too familiar song to play out on minimal volume.

"Welcome to our valley…"

A tune that evoked many memories, though none of them were joyful, Gabriel kept listening to it without end.

"Remember how…" Gabriel's quiet voice broke, dissipating into thousands of pieces of funding echo. "Remember how we used to Fredbear's and…Have fun? I really liked this song back then. I…"

"You started to dance almost every time you heard it…" Jessica echoed the sentiment as the images of cheerful, joyous Gabriel emerged in her mind. He was always an inspiration for her and others, so imaginative and sweet, so friendly and appreciative. And now all that remained of his voice became cold and empty, forcing Jessica to look down with shame. Perhaps there really was no hope for them.

"What did we do…" Gabriel spoke again as his mechanical limbs shivered slightly as if he was unable to control his new body. "What did we do to deserve this, Jessica?" He spoke up with a quivering tone. "I don't understand why…Why did it have to happen? Why did he…Why…I thought it would stop hurting after a while, but I was wrong. It still…It still hurts! Why does no one care about us? It's unfair! I'm tired, I…I want to sleep, but…No one is coming to help us!"

"We…" Jessica stuttered, wondering if she could say anything that could ease Gabriel's pain. "We can help ourselves!" She spoke up, causing Gabriel to look right into the eyeballs of Chica's body.

"It's that man, isn't it…He forced us to become them, he took Liam's dad, he lied to us, he shocked us…"

"Maybe if we can have our revenge, we will finally feel better."

"I don't know…What if Jack is right? What if he killed us? Or someone else from this company? Who else would?"

"Liam doesn't think so, but he's done more than enough to us," Jessica said with sternness she rarely displayed. "I agree with Jack on this one…He chose to come here, and this is his mistake. We make him pay, and we need you to help us this night." Jessica pleaded. "Will you?"

"Yes…Yes, I will." Gabriel said. "I'll do anything to free us."

…

Alison Bairren.

A name that has defined William's life for almost three years now, the one that was the reason he even began his research, all for the hope of finally undoing everything Alison has done. William wanted to make sure that he would leave no secrets unraveled, and not even animatronics trying to hunt him down at night would stop him from discovering them and bringing those mysteries out for the whole world to see. But the deeper William descended into the spiral of his mission, the more he began to question himself if there was anything left to discover at all.

Alison was the son of Edward and Helena Bairren. Their family was among the most influential crime lords not only in Utah but all of the United States. They had connections in the government, and their eyes were almost everywhere. No one would dare to cross Edward's path…Until the hereditary illness similar to cancer took his life away, passing the Empire to his only child, Alison.

A man who started out as a polar opposite of his father, an introverted loner with a passion for science and discovery, always growing in his father's shadow. He had to adapt to his situation to live up to expectations. His passion for defeating the hereditary disease was his main goal, for which he was ready to sacrifice as many lives as necessary. Eventually, the ambition to be free of disease's confines became a pursuit for immortality fueled by what he discovered with his partners in Japan, making him decide that animatronic bodies were a way forward. To this end, he created a facility masked as a children's restaurant where he would perform endless experiments.

The rest William knew far too well…At least until Alison disappeared into shadows once again. He appeared at the new restaurant's opening before William got there, and his face was captured on one of the newspapers and a single glance was enough to see the horrific state he was in. A man confined to a wheelchair and with one of his eyes lost and being covered by a black patch.

This was the last time he appeared in public.

Yet there must have been a reason as to why he decided to build the new restaurant here, in New Harmony. Perhaps he hid here, as well. This was what William tried to discover, though searching the pizzeria building after his first shift yielded no results at all; there were no clues to point to Fazbear Inc.'s secret activity.

But there were other places he could look. For example, a warehouse that was located near the restaurant, a place which would see trucks coming to it every few days as they brought more and more spare parts. Neither William nor any other worker was allowed inside without getting a clearance from their superiors first, something that William didn't expect any time soon.

But at least he got an opportunity to walk around the warehouse and see it for himself. A large, brown building without windows and only a few gates, remarkably unguarded for something those in the corporation would probably consider important. There must have been a way to get inside…Though it would take a few days for Will to find a perfect place and time for it. Sooner or later…It couldn't be any worse than accidentally having to navigate the facility. The few guards here were nothing compared to what William saw underground. Perhaps there was another underground facility here, and Alison was organizing a re-location that was now in process? There was much to discern in the coming days. And yet, William felt like he was getting close. Alison planned to stain this town with the bloody stain of his company. It was Will's duty to not allow it, something he could do to at least partially repent for all the grievous crimes he committed.

Soon…It will all be over soon.