Ethan came tearing out of the office door, grabbing onto the corner of the wall and swinging himself right toward Freddy, the bear still at the end of the hallway. Ethan's heavy combat boots slammed against the tile as Ethan went as fast as his legs would take him.

Panic. Terror. Fear. Ethan knew these three things all at the same time, sending his body into overdrive as he desperately tried to find a way to escape Bonnie.

Freddy watched as the night guard came running toward him, and the bear was ready this time. He had learned from the night before.

Ethan sped up, ready to drop to the floor and hip slide right past Freddy. However, the bear did something that the teen hadn't expected.

Freddy swiped at Ethan right as the teen dropped to slide past him, his hand catching Ethan directly in the face. The force of the impact felt like a sledgehammer, and the back of his head hit the tile with force, dazing him. However, he was still conscious, and that's what mattered.

Ethan's momentum allowed him to glide past Freddy despite the bear's attack, allowing Ethan to quickly get to his feet. However, Ethan was extremely unsteady on his feet, and he stumbled multiple times as he tried to pick up speed again.

Freddy stomped as he began to chase Ethan, though he was probably the second slowest of the band members, Chica, of course, being the slowest. Somehow, the guard had managed to get back on his feet. Unexpected.

Ethan simply ran. He had no idea where to go, but he knew he had to go somewhere.

Foxy poked his head out of his curtain, and immediately saw the night guard being chased by Freddy. The pirate's eyes narrowed in excitement, and he tilted his head down as his eyes locked onto the guard.

He hunted once more.

Ethan, however, had seen Foxy and his rather deranged look, and in his haze quickly decided he didn't want any of that nonsense. However, he was very limited on options. He could either jump onto the stage and make a final stand, or turn around and deal with the problem behind.

Ethan, always one for a good spectacle, decided that if he was going to die, he was going to die gloriously. As best as he could, at least. Plus, he didn't trust himself in his current state to be able to get past Freddy.

He clambered onto the stage, rolling to his feet and taking up a basic wrestling pose. Freddy stopped for a second, seemingly confused at Ethan's choice. Foxy, however, didn't care, and he went full speed onto the stage, intent on taking Ethan's head off.

Suddenly, the floor under Ethan opened up, causing the teen to fall down into the black void beneath the stage. Foxy swung his hook just as the guard dropped down, and the floor where the guard dropped closed up just as fast as it had opened.

Foxy screamed his rage. A kill denied.

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Ethan fell about five feet into the darkness, landing on his back. The wind was knocked out of him, and he struggled to draw breath. He heard Foxy screaming above him, slightly muffled.

'Yeah, screw you too, buddy.' He flipped the bird at the ceiling. After another few seconds he finally managed to fully catch his breath. Ethan staggered to his feet, his legs shaking like Jell-O. His flashlight bumped against his leg. Grabbing it and turning it on, Ethan touched the back of his head.

His fingers felt warm and wet. Ethan swore. Bringing his fingers to the light, his worst fear was confirmed. He had a head wound, but no obvious signs of a concussion. Luck, it would have seemed, was on his side. Ethan sighed. 'Damn it all.' He looked up toward the ceiling, which was about a foot above him now. 'Well, at least I'm not up there. Guess that's something.'

Ethan shined his light around him, illuminating the space. A massive console sat in front of him, with a variety of buttons, levers, and other things. Ethan walked over to the mass of buttons, inspecting it while also trying to slow his head bleed.

Ethan concluded that the console was for controlling the three stage animatronics, though he wasn't entirely positive. However, that didn't make much sense. The console was covered with a layer of dust, a very thick accumulation of it, as a matter of fact.

'Guess that settles it then. These things have to be possessed. Or just programmed to kill.' Ethan scoffed. 'Christ, that sounds insane. Even coming from me.' The teen shook his head. 'The guys are going to flip when I tell them this.'

Ethan paused. How would he tell his friends? He hadn't gone to school the past two days, calling in sick, and he doubted they'd believe him, even despite the fact that they all trusted each other with their lives.

Ethan shook his head. That would have to wait for now. Ethan looked around the rest of the room. A staircase directly in the back of the room leading up greeted his eyes. 'Thank the gods.' Ethan began to make his way over to the staircase.

From the void behind him, there came a sound. The sound of something heavy hitting the floor. Ethan whipped around, not quite knowing what to expect, having just been in that same spot not five seconds ago. Gods, what now?

An animatronic suit of some sort had simply appeared out nowhere. The suit had golden fur and looked a lot like Freddy. It sat slumped over, its head tilted right and maw agape. Ethan hesitated for a second, then walked over to the thing.

Upon closer observation, the suit revealed that it had no endoskeleton. 'That explains the slump.' Ethan commented. The fur was stiff and coarse, and had a crustiness to it, like it had been spilled on it and hadn't been cleaned. Though, there were no signs of such a thing. Curious.

Ethan sighed in confusion. 'How did you get here?'

The suit didn't respond. Instead, the eye sockets gained pinprick pupils. Ethan jumped back, swearing. The suit's head creaked as it looked at him, its pupils tiny spotlights. Ethan stood his ground, though he was now shaking violently.

The thing looked at him with intensity, eyes boring a hole into Ethan's soul. Its head twitched upright. It spoke with a quiet whisper of a female voice, and the bear twitched as it talked.

'Interesting. Usually, guards don't last this long.' Its arm came up and pointed at Ethan. 'You're an exception. How unusual.'

Ethan backed up slowly, knowing that the door behind him led to some sort of relative safety.

'Don't run.' The suit said it with command. Ethan didn't listen, though. He turned to run.

The suit appeared right in front of him, eyes completely white, levitating off the ground eye level to Ethan. 'I SAID DON'T RUN!'

Ethan fell to the floor in a panic, scrambling back across the floor.

The suit cocked his head to the left again. 'Hmm. How interesting.'

The suit suddenly disappeared, allowing Ethan a chance to breathe. The teen was shaking violently, and he was pretty sure he had pissed his pants. 'What in the seven hells just happened?'

Nothing in the seven hells could explain to him what had happened, but Ethan knew it was nothing good.