After months of preparation, the time has finally come to delve into the hellish pit of Fazbear Inc. Now that Henry was part of the family, he had the opportunity to destroy it from within. This path began on the first night.

Jeremy walked into the restaurant shortly before midnight, deciding to get settled and take a closer look around. He'd need to know where the cameras were the cameras are. If he chooses to investigate the restaurant, it is better not to get caught.

When Jeremy sat at his desk, he realized just how alien the pizzeria felt at night. No longer could he hear children's innocent laughs, adults' busy chatter, and the boisterous singing of performing animatronics. Only the faint static echo of a fan coming from Henry's table and occasional distant barking from outside. Were one to look at the cameras, the place would feel even more lifeless. Dimly lit halls, static attractions, empty tables, and an animatronic band that awaited yet another day when they could sing to their excited visitors. Henry wondered if Alison used them for other purposes, perhaps luring children into traps…

As for his table, it didn't have much, but Henry immediately noticed a distinct animatronic mask lying on it. It had no endoskeleton parts, a simple spare head of Freddy or Bonnie, probably the former judging by its brown coloring. Such things should've been in a room dedicated to spare parts, not the guard's office…

Henry decided to pay it no mind and looked at the tape recorder that lay by his side. Apparently, it had a message on it. The guard decided to indulge his curiosity and check it out.

"Hello, Jeremy!"

A familiar voice immediately echoed from the dynamics: his supervisor and a former university mate, William. It was addressed specifically to him, as well. Henry wondered if this was some kind of guidance on his part.

"I know you've been told about receiving specific instructions during your shift; here they are. Unfortunately, I have absolutely no time to spare and call you directly, but it's for the best not to distract you from your job too much. As you already know, this is a simple, straightforward job. Check the cameras from time to time and see if anyone tries to break in. The alarm should work either way, but it's always good to double-check. You're overseeing a lot of vital property here, especially the animatronics. Speaking of which…They can get a little quirky at night, as unlikely as it is. I've left you something, an animatronic mask that you must have noticed on your table. It's a defense mechanism for…Extreme situations, something that allows the animatronics to see you as one of their own instead of human. But again, that's not to suggest you should worry at all; we maintain a safe, welcoming environment here. Have a good first night, Jeremy, and see you soon."

A little quirky…That wasn't something that inspired hope in Henry's heart. Most of this message was Will boasting about the safe environment, but this didn't mesh up well with the hints at animatronic activity and a 'defense mechanism' that he considered important to just leave at Henry's desk. The man took a deep breath…He wasn't just another guard who would fall for lies regarding a friendly environment. This sounded like a trap, but this could've meant more clues for Henry to latch onto, more news to bring to Lockjaw. But that didn't matter just yet; what Henry needed was to do his best and perform his duties as efficiently as possible that night. He looked over the cameras, checked the stage…

Bonnie was gone from the stage.

Henry recoiled in shock and stared at the cameras for a solid few moments, unable to take his eyes off them. Two motionless animatronics were on the stage, but when it came to the third, there was only a blank spot. Could this be some kind of a night roam mode? Not something he'd expect to be employed in an honest establishment. But if Bonnie wasn't on stage, this meant that he was already walking free.

Henry began to frantically check over all the other cameras in an attempt to find Bonnie.

When he finally saw the animatronic,

He kneeled on one of the tables in an adjacent dining room, the one with his signature 'LET'S ROCK!" poster put up on the wall. He roamed around very slowly, like a fainting machine, but Jeremy heard the echoes of his steps even on his own table. Should he go and check him out? Jeremy felt his heartbeat grow quicker and his nose trying to grasp for air, which continued to elude him again and again. He had the mask, and if they came close, he could just put it on at any time and have them go away. If it worked, he had more chances to die from suffocation than the animatronics themselves.

But then, Bonnie turned his head right towards the nearest camera, making Henry jump in his own seat. His metal eyes seemed lifeless and mechanical, but there was something different about them, something alluring that he couldn't see during the day. They would always run around before, like a chaotic whirlwind, going from one kid to another…Now, they were frozen and didn't move an inch. So focused and precise…He stayed in that position for a few more minutes before finally continuing his path.

When he disappeared from the camera, Henry heard the metal steps echoing on the opposite end of the dark hall. Henry was quick to turn his flashlight on and see the creature for himself. The animatronic stood there in silence and without movement, caught entirely off-guard by the surprise light. One element remained unchanged. However, he would still stare. Was it curiosity that Henry saw in the animatronic's eyes, or was it the shadow of a predator who tried to stalk his prey? He could see why Alison had trouble finding new night guards, considering all one had to endure. Were it a simple night roam mode, the animatronic wouldn't have a clear target to pursue like he did now.

But this wasn't the end of it; Henry heard another distant sound. Those weren't steps this time, but instead, metallic echo, as if someone's been scratching the walls of a cramped elevator…Henry checked the stage only to have his worst suspicions confirmed; Chica left the stage, too. The guards searched for her all around the place until they realized that she might not have been in the halls at all. There were two cameras installed in the vents; they must have been there for a reason. Henry checked the right one only to see the yellow robotic Chicken slowly making her way through the vent with her lifeless eyes staring forward, right at where Henry's desk was. This was getting out of hand…

The guard flashed the hall again; Bonnie made a few more steps; it was time to put the defense mechanism into action. As Henry put on the Freddy mask, he prayed that it would work. It was difficult to breathe with the mask covering his face, and the fear made it even worse. Henry could barely see what was happening around him; the opened eye sockets only unveiled as much as shadows of the prolonged hall. Just a minute or so, and then he would check if Bonnie was still there…When Henry braced himself and turned the flashlight on, the animatronic was gone. He could finally breathe in relief, knowing that he wasn't defenseless against them.

But just when Henry began to get confident, he heard another sound. Metallic steps from the hall, but much lighter than Bonnie's this time, there was another friend coming at him. He revealed himself to be Foxy; he must have made his way here from the Pirate Cove, which the cameras didn't cover. He raised his hook as if trying to reach for Henry…He made step after step, getting closer to his prey. He opened his jaw and shook his head like a rabid beast, too smooth and 'alive' to be a mechanical creature. His teeth were sharp, far sharper than what was needed for someone who entertained children, and the same for the hook. And then he screamed. An ear-piercing, wrenching roar that sounded like a robotic imitation of a fox with echoes of a human voice mixed into the fold. A pure display of rage…

Stay calm…Stay calm. He had the mask on; there was nothing to fear. The sounds from the vent returned, making Henry realize that Chica got close. He wouldn't dare take the mask off, even if this meant keeping it all night long. The animatronic crawled out into the office, turning her head around and watching Henry, trying not to move an inch. She was standing right in front of him, just on the other side of his table. One jump would be more than enough to kill the powerless guard. But she chose not to, instead standing without motion for a few moments before finally turning away and disappearing into the hall, slowly walking further and further away. Her silhouette dissipated in the shadows, and steps quieted down before becoming entirely unhearable. When Henry flashed into the hall, Chica was gone.

Foxy was not.

The ravenous fox still made his way towards Henry, getting quicker with every second. His robotic steps became smooth and running; seeing him reminded Henry of a marathon runner crossing the field. Henry breathed heavily, trying not to fall off his chair. His mask was still on, but Foxy didn't stop; Henry couldn't understand why that was…

His sweaty finger slid, pressing the flashlight button. For a moment, the hall grew pitch-black, but Henry turned it on immediately. Suddenly, he heard another sound, this time swift like a single creek. The moment light flashed Foxy's eyes, the animatronic recoiled. And looked to the floor. Henry didn't fully realize what he was doing, but he had to act quickly. Three more flashed, more piercing screaming from the animatronic until, eventually, Foxy had no other choice but to retreat into the shadows of the nearby room. So this was his weakness…Henry took a deep breath. He was still alive, even if he just discovered that there was at least one exception to the rule.

This was going to be a long night.

…

Sometimes, Chris still thought about Mike.

He hadn't heard from him ever since his death, but the boy wondered if his brother's soul lived somewhere, as well. After all, he wasn't supposed to stay behind, either, yet a golden bear forced him to stay behind in darkness and solitude. It took months for him to claim control of his mental body. It would've been a dreadful fate…He wanted Mike to die, but he didn't want him to suffer in silence like Chris did; that would be too cruel…He didn't want to have him stay and knew Chris was going to kill his best friends. He liked to think that Mike was no more; it was easier to think this way…Especially now that the hunter was on the move.

It wasn't easy to find any signs of them; the only lead Chris had was trying to visit "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza" and hope that he would find the three there. Of course, they would probably avoid the restaurant due to the trauma they suffered at Fredbear's, but perhaps they would show up to search for Mike. Assuming they weren't as awful of friends as they were people, they wouldn't just let Mike's disappearance slide. And sooner or later, they will recognize their friend, and then…They will be at his mercy.

To Chris's luck, he overheard someone talking about them in the restaurant once. Mike and his friends became infamous as the teenage killers, and many would spread rumors about them. Chris took care not to make any eye contact with those people, but what he heard was interesting. They talked about the three of them occasionally gathering together in a cafe not far from Fazbear's…The most curious discovery.

This was his chance.