Hey guys, Tora here! Before this chapter begins, I just wanted to say thank you for sticking with Discovering the Past since the beginning. It's awesome to reach twenty chapters and I'm very excited for everyone to see where it goes. Also, I apologize for the late upload, this week was a little busy. Related to that, I will be taking a short break, posting on a week-by-week basis I am feeling burnout and want to recharge before hopping back into my normal schedule. Chapter 21 will be uploaded on July 20. Again, thank you for supporting the story and please enjoy.

I do not own Freddy Fazbear or any other Five Nights at Freddy's characters, only my own original characters. Now please enjoy!

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Everything in the pizzaplex was quiet, from the performance stage to the deepest maintenance halls; not a soul nor animatronic stirred. Nothing uttered a sound apart from a single breeze moving about the structure. Despite years of disuse, the zephyr blew through the old ventilation system before escaping via the grates of parts and service.

The gale soared through the room, rustling papers and dust as it flew. Its disturbance continued until it reached a sleeping Iza lying on the floor and using her arm as a pillow. Cool air settled and nipped at her bare skin as she slept, sending chills through Iza's spine.

Suddenly goosebumps spread over her body; Iza stirred awake and shivered. Then, instinctively, Iza reached for her blanket and wrapped it about her person, snuggling into the thick fabric as a sigh escaped her lips.

After warming up, Iza felt her awareness slipping away, ready to enter a peaceful slumber once more. She was nearly gone when Iza stopped, confusion overtaking her.

Consciousness quickly returned to her mind; Iza blinked her eyes groggily and looked around. Realizing she was on the ground, Iza groaned, annoyed, and pushed herself up. She positioned herself against a wall and felt something fall from her shoulders.

Surprised at the movement, Iza looked down and saw a thick fleece blanket encircling her legs.

Iza raised a brow. "A blanket?" she mumbled, her hoarse voice barely above a whisper. Iza then scanned the room; her eyes widened. "Parts and service, when did I?" Iza's head shot up, her hand flew to her left cheek, and her chest heaved as she recalled the previous events.

Panicked, Iza stood to her feet, ignoring her body's protests and looking around frantically; then, her eyes landed on Music Man, his charging cycle still in progress. Instantly, she calmed and exhaled loudly.

Exasperated laughing left her throat before ending in an exhausted sigh; Iza rubbed her eyes tiredly. "I'm going to need a new heart after this night," she breathed and pressed a hand to her beating chest. Her eyes fell to her hand, and she noticed the bandages; Iza grumbled.

After taking a few deep breaths, she surveyed her surroundings. Scanning the room, she noticed the lights were dimmer than before while the glass cylinder's interior was completely dark apart from the light shining through the window.

She looked to the left and spied her bag; Iza bent down and inspected the contents. After checking everything was accounted for, Iza slung the sack over her left shoulder.

She took a deep breath and looked around; Iza tried to make sense of her situation. Eventually, Iza turned fully and froze with her mouth slightly agape. Iza faced the glass cylinder; its surface was somewhat reflective.

The entire time Iza was at the pizzaplex, she hadn't seen her reflection, distracted by the rollercoaster of emotion and injuries she procured. But now, in a moment of calm, Iza saw the physical effect of her experiences.

Iza's eyes took in her reflection. Her clothes were torn and beyond repair. The orange sweatshirt and black leggings were rags of their former selves and heavily exposed her skinny and malnourished frame. Bandages wrapped around her injured arms where slight blood peeked through the gauze, the most extensive dressing being the single one over her left cheek. Greasy and matted hair entangled her thick glasses as the too-large frames sat crookedly over Iza's sunken and bloodshot eyes.

Iza stared at her reflection, unmoving; her ragged breath created the only sound. When most people see their body in such a condition, they'll feel anything ranging from horrified to angry, but Iza felt nothing; the longer she stared, the less scared Iza felt. And at this moment, her only reaction was a tired sigh as she rested a hand against the glass.

Iza looked a bit longer and pinched her nose, exhausted. Suddenly a noise sounded from behind. She raised her head slightly but didn't react; Iza spotted the blurry reflection of an orange figure with glowing blue eyes. They looked at her, concerned. Although realizing who it was, Iza didn't turn around; another sigh escaped her as Iza leaned her head against the glass, staring at her brown irises.

After a few moments, Iza spoke up. "What should I say?" she asked. Although barely above a whisper, her voice startled Freddy when he heard her speak; Iza continued. "How do I react?" she repeated, raising her head and backing up before scanning her body.

Taking in her battered form, Iza closed her eyes. Heavy footsteps walked up to her and stopped three feet away, then she opened her eyes as they glazed over. "How does one cope with this?" Iza gestured to her body. "When their body is in ruin, but their mind doesn't possess the energy to react properly anymore?"

More footsteps drew closer until only a foot remained between them; Iza didn't move. "My body is a physical mess. I'm malnourished, dehydrated, and on the verge of collapse, yet all I feel is tired." She paused and scrunched her eyes. "Have I gone mad?"

Her words cut Freddy like a knife, padded shoulders slumped, and a blue-clawed hand was raised. His arm reached for her shoulder, then froze mid-air; it hung for a moment before an audible sigh was heard, and his arm retracted.

Iza stood still while thoughts raced through her head, more scared at her lack of reaction than the state of her body. Then, suddenly, she felt something soft wrap around her shoulders; Iza raised her head and looked up, emotionless. Her gaze met blue optics as the blanket was secured over her body.

Iza felt her eyes glaze over. "Why do I have to feel this way?" she asked again, her tone begging. "Have I lost so much sanity to the point where the state of my body only elicits an underwhelming feeling that borders on numbness?"

Freddy was speechless and unsure how to respond; he placed a hesitant hand on Iza's back. She didn't react. He pushed and angled her body until her face was inches from Freddy's casing.

Without fighting, Iza gripped the blanket to her chest, trying to contain the warmth. She then felt a hand rest on her head, the palm big enough to cover half her scalp. Freddy pushed her head forward until Iza's forehead rested against his casing; his other hand enveloped her back, hugging her gently.

Although leaning against Freddy, Iza kept her eyes open, the only light coming in diagonally from behind her; she gazed on. "I hate this feeling." Something on her face shined before dropping to the ground.

Freddy said nothing as he hugged the weeping woman. "I just wish." Iza inhaled sharply, and more droplets fell to the floor. "This never happened to any of us." She shifted slightly. "Am I crazy for wanting that?"

Iza felt the water run from her eyes; she inhaled and released a chuckle. "Look at me." She wiped her face and looked at her hand, water and grim covering her skin. "I'm twenty-two years old and am crying about something I can't change; I'm such a fool."

Freddy tensed, then he looked down, surprised. His ears fell. "No," his deep voice whispered. "You're not. Because I wish the same thing."

Iza didn't look up but opened her eyes. "Why did it happen?"

Freddy blinked and looked down; his ears drooped. "Fate can be cruel; whether one deserves it or not is irrelevant in the game of life." He paused. "However, the way one navigates the situation shows their true character. You and Gregory are notorious for that."

Iza looked to the side and rested her right ear against his casing. "Freddy?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you adopt my dad?"

He froze. "What?"

Iza glanced up, Freddy's hand still on her head. "What made you want to care for him?"

Freddy went silent, caught off guard. He thought over the question. "I never really thought about it," Freddy said. "In many ways, it's because it's what I was programmed to do. Protecting children was part of my coding, and when I saw a young boy in distress, I couldn't ignore him and do nothing." First, his face was blank, then a tiny smile crept across Freddy's features. "But the more time passed, the more I realized it was something else."

"And you became a family?" Iza muttered, narrowing her eyes at nothing.

He sighed and hugged Iza tighter. "Yes."

"Then why did he do it?"

Freddy looked down. "What?"

Iza stared straight. "Why did Dad keep you a secret? Why couldn't I have known all of you back then instead of going through this?"

Silence followed, then Freddy removed his hands and placed them on Iza's shoulders. "Follow me."

Freddy stood to his full height, released his grip, and walked toward the raised platform behind the repair machine. Iza knit her brows but went after him. Together, they moved in silence, the only sound being Freddy's heavy footsteps which drowned out Iza's lighter ones.

Iza walked behind him, watching the doors with the Glamrocks' silhouettes painted on; they continued forward until Freddy reached out a hand, and Iza stopped. She looked past Freddy and saw a fifth door next to his: Gregory's office.

Iza's mouth slightly open, she glanced up at Freddy. He didn't look back and reached for the handle, opening the door. He stepped through the entrance with Iza close behind. Iza placed one foot inside when she felt something vibrate on her arm.

Confused, Iza looked down and saw the fazwatch turned on; there was writing on its screen. She raised her arm and read the text.

Entering the dead zone checkpoint, the tracker is now offline.

Iza stopped walking and stared at her wrist. No longer hearing her steps, Freddy turned around. "Are you alright?" His voice was full of concern.

Iza jolted from her trance and gazed up. "Yeah." Then she dropped her arm and walked inside. Freddy sighed quietly and shut the door behind them; the lights crackled to life after he flipped a switch. Once on, Iza's jaw dropped.

The room was somewhat large. As they walked, Iza saw a small workshop and an impressive programming area in the first half of the room. Against the back wall was a meeting area with an oversized couch and a large desk to the right. Iza gaped. "Wow."

Freddy chuckled and walked ahead; he reached the room's end and waved for Iza to follow. She did as instructed and joined his side. "Have a seat," he said before moving to the desk.

Not questioning, Iza plopped her bag on the floor and then sat down. She pulled her legs on the couch and sat criss-cross before wrapping the blanket over her body. Satisfied with her position, Iza looked over at Freddy; she could hear shuffling on the desk while he searched for something.

Finally, after a few minutes, Freddy returned with several things in hand. Iza tilted her head to the side while staring tiredly. "What are we doing in Dad's office?" she asked, confused.

"I wanted to show you something," Freddy responded as he knelt down. Iza could hear him place the items on the ground. Freddy shuffled through them before picking up something rectangular. He looked it over, frowned sadly, and handed it to her. "Here."

Iza blinked and took the item with both hands; flipping it over, she realized it was a picture frame. Iza looked over the photo and recognized it as the performance area with several people. The back row consisted of the Glamrocks. They smiled happily at the camera, including Music Man, who rested on Monty's large shoulder.

Below them were two humans. Iza immediately recognized her father, his brown eyes and facial scar apparent. Her gaze shifted to the person next to him, and Iza's eyes widened.

Gregory's arm was wrapped around a woman's shoulders; she was short, barely reaching his collarbone. Long curly black hair framed her dark brown skin, while hazel eyes gazed through large circular glasses.

The two leaned into each other, and in the woman's arms lay a tiny infant, swaddled in orange and wearing a pink hat, sleeping peacefully. Iza was shocked; she rubbed her eyes, ensuring they didn't deceive her.

After checking several more times, Iza stuttered. "M-Mom?" Her head turned to Freddy, who waited patiently; a chill went through her spine. "You knew my mom?"

Freddy smiled and chuckled weakly. "Knew her?" His grin grew. "We loved Mia. She was such an amazing woman. Intelligent, kind, talented, and not one to back down from a fight; she was Gregory's soulmate."

Iza's eyes widened, and looking back at the picture, her gaze landed on the infant. "But." She looked up without meeting Freddy's gaze. "That means you also knew me."

Freddy went silent; a frown crossed his features.

Iza noticed his change in mood and glanced back at the image, brows furrowed. "If you knew my mom and not me like you said, what do you think happened to her?"

At first, Freddy didn't respond. Instead, he positioned himself and sat with his back against the couch, his large shoulder pads protruding. Freddy tucked his knees to his chest and stared forward. "Divorce," he said softly. "Gregory never mentioned her much after that."

Iza's eyes glazed over. "No," she stated bluntly. "Dad never divorced Mom; she died of health complications a month after my birth."

Silence followed, and light laughter sounded; Iza snapped her eyes to him. "What?" she asked, full of emotion.

"I'm sorry," Freddy chuckled. "I'm not laughing at your mom; I just feel stupid for not realizing sooner."

Her gaze softened. "Realized what?"

"That you're Mia's daughter," he laughed and gestured to Iza. "Apart from the eyes and other minor features, you look exactly like her."

Brown eyes scanned him, then back at the picture; Iza recognized herself in her mom's face. She chuckled. "You're not wrong. When I visited my family as a kid, my Abuela and tías told me every day."

Freddy's ears perked. "You're maternal grandmother and aunts, I presume?"

Iza lowered the picture and looked at Freddy, shocked. "You know Spanish?"

Freddy waved his hand. "Eh, a little," he replied. "When Mia and Gregory dated, she taught him and later me after we met."

A grin crossed her face. "¿Qué puedes decir?" Iza asked.

Freddy chuckled. "I understand you better than I can speak. I have trouble with articulation and can only say a few things, mostly basic phrases."

Iza's smirk grew. "Like what?"

Freddy shook his head but Iza begged. Eventually, he gave in and sighed, defeated. "Fine." Freddy took a deep breath and his voice box cleared. "¡Hola! ¡Bienvenidos a Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, es fantástico conocerte! Me llamo Freddy y me encanta la pizza. ¿Qué tal? ¿Dónde está el baño?" He stumbled through the words, rusty after years of no practice.

Once done, Iza burst out laughing. She hugged her sides and nearly fell over. "The bathroom-the bathroom one got me!" Her contagious laughter spread to Freddy, who released a slight chuckle. After a few seconds, Iza calmed and wiped away a tear; her body relaxed. "Man, that's awesome," she giggled. "I wish we could've practiced together when I was younger."

Freddy chuckled again, then his ears dropped, and his smile faded. "For a while, it seems we could have."

Iza froze and faced him. "What do you mean?"

Without responding, Freddy grabbed another item off the floor, looked at it, and lowered his head before handing it to Iza.

Puzzled, Iza turned the upside-down frame around; her eyes went wide. Through the dusty glass, Iza saw a happy picture of Freddy looking at an eleven-month-old Iza with her outstretched hand resting on his nose.

Iza's mouth opened but was lost for words as she stared at the old photo. Suddenly, tears welled in her eyes, and Iza covered her mouth in disbelief. "This means my dream was real."

Freddy snapped his head over and peered at Iza. "What did you say?"

Iza set the photo down and looked over, teary-eyed. "The dream, I met you guys; it was all real!"

"Iza, what are you talking about?"

"The dream," she repeated, lowering her gaze. "After the endo knocked me out, I saw myself as a baby, probably no older than this." Iza tapped the frame. "I saw myself having fun with you guys; I was in the pizzaplex when it was operational, and then…" Her voice trailed off.

Freddy looked at her, concerned. "Then what?"

"Then something attacked me," Iza finished. "I was injured, but then I think my dad pressed something which caused the animatronics to deactivate." Iza rubbed her head. "The rest is a blur."

Freddy crossed his arms. "How did you know Gregory deactivated the bots?" he asked.

Iza shrugged. "I'm not sure." She scratched her hand. "The dream had many changing perspectives, and it was hard to follow, but it felt so real."

Freddy narrowed his eyes; they darted back and forth until a realization dawned on him. Freddy looked at Iza. "When is your birthday?"

Iza was taken aback. "What?" She knit her brows. "Uh, eighteenth of August, twenty-forty-nine. Why do you ask?"

Freddy tightened his grip and rapped his claws against his arm. "Because," he said hesitantly. "Because that's the year the pizzaplex lost its memory."

Iza's face grew horrified. "What?" Her mouth hung open. "What are you talking about?"

Freddy's tapping increased. "Twenty years ago, an incident occurred involving a child; the staff had no choice but to use a prototype emergency switch that would shut the animatronics down en masse." His face grew dark. "However, a system bug wiped our memories for a year between twenty-forty-nine and twenty-fifty."

Freddy continued. "When we woke up, Gregory filled us in and mentioned there was a child involved but never gave specifics. He later fixed the bug." Freddy stopped his tapping. "He also told us Mia divorced him a year after marriage."

Freddy went silent; his eyes stared off, casting a blue hue over the room.

Seeing his depressed mood, Iza tried to change the subject. "So," she started, gaining his attention but never moving. "How do you feel after the tune-up?"

Surprised by the question, Freddy turned his head; however, his demeanor quickly grew nervous. "I-I'm fine," he stuttered and flashed a quick grin. He glanced at Iza; his eyes settled on her large face bandage. "How's your cheek?"

Iza knit her brow and scratched her hand. "I'm okay," she responded; Iza shook her head. "But are you sure you're alright?"

Freddy's smile faltered, and it struggled to stay. "I'm great," he lied before turning away. Freddy uncurled his arms and stretched his joints. After stretching, Freddy lowered his arms and gazed forward. "Iza," he started, gaining her attention. "I wanted to apologize for what happened."

Although she knew what he meant, Iza furrowed her brow. "Why?" she asked, confused. "You didn't do anything."

Blue eyes glanced back before repositioning himself against a side wall; Freddy could now meet Iza's gaze. "I still need to apologize," he said; Freddy raised a clawed hand, eyeing the blue tips. "I-I never meant to hurt you." Freddy curled his feet to his chest. "I thought I could control my glitch, but I was wrong; I'm sorry."

Iza's eyes softened. "Freddy," she said quietly and moved closer. "I don't blame you for anything, but…" Iza paused. "Can you tell me what the 'glitch' is? Does it have anything to do with those purple-eyed animatronics?"

Instantly Freddy clamped his jaw and his body tensed. A persistent tapping came from his arm, where a small dent was left with each pound. He thought quietly before speaking. "It does, and it doesn't," Freddy said.

Iza tilted her head. "What?"

Freddy sighed and stopped tapping. "The glitch is a virus designed to control animatronics. It allows that thing to possess machines on a large scale and control animatronics that suppress the endo coding."

"Glitchtrap?"

Freddy froze and slowly turned to Iza. "What?"

"Its name was Glitchtrap correct?"

Freddy looked at her, then sighed. "Yes," he breathed, venom in his voice. "Glitchtrap is his name." Then Freddy's tone softened. "I regret not telling you about him earlier."

Iza exhaled and ran a hand through her knotted hair, grunting when it pulled. "Don't blame yourself," Iza hummed. "I shouldn't have pushed you."

Freddy grumbled. "But still, you were right, he was dangerous, and you should've known from the beginning." Freddy closed his eyes and sighed. "Anyway, yes, Glitchtrap is the one who's been attacking us."

Iza growled. "What's his deal?"

A red tint entered Freddy's eyes. "He's a piece of crap, that's what," he snarled deeply, baring some teeth.

Iza froze and stared at him, scared. Freddy looked over at her; his face became horrified as the red glow instantly vanished. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"Freddy, it's okay," Iza said. "You're not to blame. Continue when you're ready."

He looked away and hugged himself tighter; the tapping sound returned. Then, after a few minutes, Freddy spoke. "Like I was saying," he said, calmer. "The story of Glitchtrap is long, but basically, he's a serial killer turned computer glitch."

Iza stared in disbelief. "Excuse me?"

Freddy shrugged. "As I said, long explanation. Trust me when I say it's better to take him at face value than trying to understand."

"Okay?" Iza replied, giving him a strange look. "But what does it have to do with your glitch?"

The tapping increased. "Like I mentioned, Glitchtrap created the 'glitch virus' to help him control animatronics that suppressed the endo coding. But, for some reason, he can't do it on his own."

"Control?" Iza repeated, then her eyes widened. "Wait, do the others have the glitch?"

Freddy shook his head. "After we met your father, maintenance cleaned their systems and removed the glitch entirely."

"Then why do you still have it?" Iza furrowed her brow.

Freddy went silent and looked away. "Because we never thought I did," he muttered. "For some reason, I never succumbed the first time, and the staff thought it unnecessary to check my systems." Freddy frowned. "By the time it did show, it was already too late and connected to my customization chip; we couldn't remove it or give me a new body."

Iza narrowed her eyes. "Those people sound incompetent."

Freddy snorted at her comment. "Luckily, they're gone, and we had better security protocols in place afterward." He frowned. "Unfortunately, I'm still stuck with the glitch for good."

"Still don't understand why you couldn't get a new body," Iza said, scratching her hand.

"Several reasons, but for time's sake, we learned as long as my temper was in check and I avoided high-stress places, I'd be fine."

After Freddy finished, Iza was left to ponder his words, then a thought crossed her mind. "Freddy," she breathed. "How do you know all this?"

Freddy stopped, and his ears perked up. He snapped his head toward Iza, weirding her out with his reaction. "About Glitchtrap and his virus, I mean," Iza clarified.

He looked away nervously. "I know because…" Freddy gritted his teeth. "Because the glitch told me." His tapping started to chip his paint. "The glitch is a separate entity from Glitchtrap. However, it's just as twisted."

Iza listened carefully as Freddy continued. "From the moment the glitch takes us over, we can hear and see everything. Everything was normal, but I couldn't control my body; it knew this and drew out that encounter with you."

Iza's panic spiked upon remembering the eerie red glow of the glitch animatronic; she looked at him, horrified. "You could see that? He said you were 'taking a nap.'"

"It's a euphemism, Iza; the glitch refers to it as a nap because it's like we're in a nightmare." Freddy looked down at his hands, and they started to shake. "I witnessed everything. I saw how he toyed with you and DJ, how he slashed your cheek; I saw it all, and I couldn't stop it!" His tone sounded scared, although it was barely above a whisper. "But the worst part is, I'm the one who caused it."

The trembling began to spread to his arms. "The entire situation was preventable. I could have taken us the other way, I could've weighed the risks more carefully, but I didn't." His shoulders started to slightly shake.

He turned to her. "I'm-I'm so sorry, Iza." Freddy's voice box cracked and strained as the quaking spread to more of his body, the tremors more aggressive. "I feel disgusting for putting you and DJ in harm's way. I knew how dangerous that idea was, and I still went through with it. I'm terrible and selfish for risking your lives."

Iza's mouth was agape, shocked. She looked at him and slowly rose from the couch and onto the floor; she moved closer. "Freddy. It's okay," Iza said, reassuring him. "You did nothing wrong."

"No!" he shouted, eyes darting up from his hands. "No, it's not alright!" Freddy's entire body shook under stress. "I'm revolted by what happened, I hurt you, I caused you to bleed, I'm—" He froze. A hysterical look entered his eyes. "I'm no better than the endos."

His entire body trembled violently; due to his size, Freddy's shaking caused the surrounding area to quake, and his shoulder pads started piercing the couch fabric. "I could've prevented what happened. All of it could have been avoided." His voice box began to glitch nervously. One hand held his forehead while the other hugged his curled legs tightly. "I'm horrified at what I did. Since the glitch activated, I've become scared of what I am and terrified of what I can do!"

His ramblings made it challenging to hear as they became progressively louder. "Freddy!" Iza cried fruitlessly. She tried to grab his arm but instantly recoiled; his casing was hot to the touch. Iza tried repeatedly but failed when she couldn't grip his casing; each word made Freddy's casing more scalding. "Freddy!" Iza yelled. "Calm down! Please!"

Freddy's shaking rocked the unstable furniture, his voice filled the room, and his eyes stared, paralyzed in fear. "Gregory had a reason to keep you from here; it was to protect you from the obvious dangers." His tone grew frantic, and his voice trembled. "Dangers like the endos, dangers like the STAFF bots, dangers like m—"

"FREDDY, IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT!"

Instantly the trembling stopped, and everything went silent. Slowly, shaken blue eyes rose from the floor until they met concerned brown ones. Freddy stared at Iza for several moments before his gaze trailed down and landed on his arms, where Iza barely held onto his large wrists, using the blanket as a buffer for the burning casing.

His eyes raised to hers. "You shouldn't touch me," he whispered, terrified. "I'm only going to—"

"Freddy," Iza said sternly, her voice soft but commanding. Iza waited a few minutes, allowing Freddy to calm down a bit. Once some of the fear left his eyes, she continued. "Please, listen." Iza slowly released her grip on his arms, lowering her hands before speaking. "You're not a danger, and you didn't hurt me. Dad never wanted to keep you from me, this picture is evidence of that, and most importantly, none of this was your fault. Not twenty years ago and most definitely, not now."

Blue eyes darted around her face. "But I hurt you—"

Iza sighed. "Again, no, you didn't." Iza lowered her hands entirely and sat back on her knees, looking at Freddy. "At least, it wasn't of your own volition. You weren't in control of your body; the glitch was."

Freddy stared at her silently; eventually, his shaking calmed before ceasing altogether. However, the dread in his eyes remained.

Iza frowned when Freddy didn't respond. A quiet sigh left her mouth before she grabbed both pictures and held them up. "Look, Freddy," she said. "It's clear there is more going on than I can tell you, but do know my dad never feared you; he loved you."

Freddy stared up and then looked down. Iza sighed and carefully placed the photos on the couch. She grabbed the blanket and flung it over her shoulders. "I'll leave you alone for a while; I'm going to check on Music M—"

Suddenly something crashed outside the door, causing Iza and Freddy to jump. Their heads snapped around; they listened and remained silent. From behind the door, Iza could hear quick, muffled footsteps and panicked voices. Distracted by the noise, Iza didn't notice her fazwatch screen shutting off.

Iza looked back at Freddy before she started slowly stepping toward the door. However, she barely took a step when an eerie but whispering voice froze Iza in her tracks. "Naughty, naughty boy."