Hey guys, Tora here! I'm finally back from the long break and am ready to start posting again! Quick note and trigger warning. My upload schedule will resume to a loose weekly upload schedule and this chapter deals with themes related to PTSD, death, and violence.

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 went silent as the sound of chuckling lingered in the air. Freddy and Iza had clamped their mouths shut, listening for the familiar voice again that had pulled them from their heart-to-heart.

They looked at each other. Both could feel as the minutes ticked by, each second stretched into an eternity of unending torture as the silence prevailed. Soon they started to doubt; Iza started to doubt it was real. She wondered if the week's madness had finally set in, and they had somehow shared the delusion.

At least that's what she hoped, but she quickly learned that wasn't the case; oh, she had gone mad, but not in the way she wanted. Before either could make a peep, the walls around them shook violently.

As quickly as it had started, the shaking stopped. Iza opened her eyes and removed her sharp nails from the couch, which she had instinctively grabbed. Iza looked up, surprised; somehow, in the brief second of chaos, Freddy managed to climb to his feet and start trekking slowly toward the door while utterly silent.

Iza blinked, baffled by his quiet movement but quickly shook it off when she realized where he was headed. She called out. "What are you doing? Freddy?!" Iza raised her voice because he was already halfway across the room.

Freddy stopped and turned around. "Quiet," he shushed, putting a finger to his mouth. "He'll hear you."

She ignored his comment and ran to his side, a slight soreness in her legs. "Who? Moon?" she asked, catching her breath. "Man, I need to see a doctor." She rubbed her legs and then looked up. "Where are you going?"

Freddy gave Iza a weird look, then nodded. "I'm going to confront Moon." He flexed a clawed hand as if ready for a fight. "Music Man's defenseless out there."

Iza's heart sank. In the moment, she had forgotten the robotic spider still charging on the desk. Suddenly she turned and ran toward the couch; Iza grabbed the duffle bag and riffled through the contents before spotting the item she desired. Finally, she stood up, satisfied, and headed back to Freddy. She passed by his side and spoke. "Let's go."

Without a second thought, Freddy grabbed Iza's left forearm. He gently restrained the woman and pulled her back. Freddy noticed the oversized flashlight in her hand and rumbled. "No," he stated bluntly. "You're staying here."

Iza was caught off guard as she was stopped mid-step. She yelped and turned around; immediately, her gaze settled on the sizeable clawed hand that nearly encapsulated her forearm. Freddy's eyes lowered and froze. He quickly released his hold on Iza and took a giant step back, hiding his hand behind his back. Although frightened, his face never changed. "Stay here, Iza," Freddy repeated, meeting her eyes. "I'm going after Moon."

Regaining her composure, Iza narrowed her eyes. "No, no way!" she said defensively, voice getting louder.

"Keep your voice down!" Freddy hissed through clenched teeth.

Iza clamped her jaw but kept talking, albeit quieter. "I'm not staying here, Freddy," she replied. "I'm not letting you do this alone, especially not in your state." She held up the flashlight. "Besides, we know the flashlight works on Moon. I'm helping."

"This is not up for discussion," Freddy said, slightly irritated. He eyed the door anxiously. "I don't know how or what Moon is doing here, but I'm not letting you near him while he's on a rampage."

Iza crossed her arms, the flashlight dangling loosely from her fingers. "You think I intend to fight him?" She gestured to her limbs and then pointed at the door. "Moon's seven feet tall and made of metal while I'm bandaged like a mummy and running on a single meal of pepperoni pizza. Trust me, I have no desire to fight something that would kill me in seconds."

Freddy cringed at her statement but didn't let his face show it. "Then why are you going out there if you know you can't fight him?" he questioned.

Iza raised the flashlight. "Sundrop and Moondrop change based on the light level; once I shine the light on Moon, then boom, he's done for."

Freddy frowned and rubbed his eyes, desperately gripping his last shred of patience. "As much as I wish it was, it's not that simple."

Iza cocked her head to the side, confused. "How so?"

"Moon—"

BAM

The room lurched drastically as something crashed into the wall. The two spread their arms to steady themselves as the quaking ceased. Once clear, Freddy snapped his head toward the door and then back at Iza. He grumbled, frustrated, and continued. "Moon cannot deactivate unless he's standing in direct light. That thing is useless if he's able to move about." He gestured to the flashlight.

Iza raised her arms. "Okay then, you pin him down. I shine the light. Problem solved, let's go."

She stepped past him but was blocked as Freddy held out his arm. She looked up at him sharply and was met with the same glare. "Freddy, I'm helping," Iza said, annoyed.

"No, you're not, and I'm done arguing with you." He lowered his arm and put himself between Iza and the door. "For once, you'll listen to me and stay where I know you'll be safe."

Although much smaller than the eight-foot Freddy, Iza wasn't fazed by the irritated blue glow illuminating her face. "So what's the plan then?" she asked, challenging him. "Are you going to fight him alone? Will you overpower Moon and restrain him while you strap him to the repair table? What if something goes wrong? What if you get hurt?"

Freddy sighed and straightened his back. "Doesn't matter; what's important is your safety and getting Music Man out of harm's way."

"Why doesn't it matter?" Iza demanded, crossing her arms. "Because personally, I'm not too keen on you rushing in there alone after what I just witnessed."

Freddy rolled his shoulders back, glaring at Iza. "What do you mean?"

Iza looked at him in disbelief. "Are you serious?" she deadpanned. "Freddy, less than five minutes ago, you had a panic attack, and now you want to rush into a dangerous situation with no plan to fight a crazed jester?" She paused. "That intense mood shift can't feel good. Don't you want to take a minute?"

Freddy scoffed. "Don't lecture me on impulsively running into dangerous situations, Iza. Last time I checked, you've been doing that all week."

"And guess what," Iza said, narrowing her eyes. "I'm taking your advice and am now telling you to do the same." She relaxed her arms.

Freddy frowned. "No."

Iza's face dropped. "No?" she gawked. "So you're not concerned about your well-being?"

"Yes—I mean no—I mean…that doesn't apply right now," Freddy said, frustrated. He stumbled through his words as he thought of what to say. "Iza, there's no time. So please listen to me and stay in the office."

"Why? Why doesn't it apply?" Iza asked, sharpening her gaze. "You want so badly to protect me, but why can't you extend the same courtesy to yourself?!"

"Because I don't care what happens to me, only you!"

Iza froze. Her eyes stared up in horror, she whispered. "What did you say?"

Although his ears slightly dropped, Freddy didn't flinch; his eyes remained trained on Iza while the irritation only grew. "I don't care what happens to me, okay?" he said calmly. "But I do care what happens to you. And about before, I understand what I said was…concerning, but truthfully, despite how much I fear myself, the idea that anyone I love getting hurt terrorizes me more." He paused and looked away with a hand over his neck. "And I will do anything to ensure no harm comes to them…even if it means I get hurt."

The silence was deafening. Freddy looked away from Iza's face, not wanting to see her reaction, and listened to the air. More noise traveled through the walls and slightly rattled the room, causing several pieces of wall decor to fall to the ground.

He glanced over his shoulder and looked at the discarded frames; Freddy frowned. "I need to go," he finally said, turning on his heel toward the door. "Please, stay here and don't come out until I say." As Freddy started walking, he muttered in a low voice. "I lost Gregory; I won't lose anyone else."

"Don't. You. Dare."

Freddy froze, his leg raised mid-step. Then, surprised by the seething tone, he turned around and looked at Iza with a confused look. "What?" he asked, tilting his head while keeping a close eye on the door. "What did you say?"

Iza looked up; her brown eyes were emotionless while matted hair stuck to her skin. She raised her chin. "Don't you dare…blame my dad's death…on yourself." She scanned his face for a reaction. "Dad was sick; he had cancer. It took him, not you!" She paused, swallowing those words, then continued. "Don't blame yourself for something that had nothing to do with you and was out of your control. Sometimes bad things happen, people get hurt, they get sick, and sometimes there's nothing you can do about it!"

Iza's vision grew blurry. She blinked it away before a tear formed at the corner. Freddy saw her reaction; his irritation turned sympathetic, and he kneeled down, putting out a hesitant hand to comfort the stricken girl. He sighed. "Iza—"

"No," she said, slapping away the hand and looking him in the eye. "Don't even start and just listen. Dad died because of something wrong with his body, not because his father couldn't protect him. Nothing you did could've kept those cancer cells from returning or changed the final outcome." She looked away and hissed. "Nothing."

Freddy was taken aback and quickly looked away, gritting his teeth. His eyes flickered, but not in an angry way. His fist balled as Freddy stood up quickly and looked to the left. He saw an empty wall; it seemed very punchable.

He stared at the wall, mind swirling with loud memories while something pulsed through his body. He listened to the muffled sounds through the concrete.

"You couldn't have done anything," Iza repeated behind him. "But you already did plenty."

He raised his head and glanced over his shoulder, visible surprise in his eyes as Iza continued. "Although I only met you a few days ago, I know you were nothing but a good father to my dad, whose memory stuck with him until his dying day."

Freddy faced her fully and listened silently.

Iza cleared her throat. "Until Dad's death, he…" She paused as another tear rolled down her face; Iza coughed. "He wished for nothing more than to see you again; he wished to see Freder-Freddy Fazbear. He may have been secretive, but I know Dad never blamed you for what happened to him or whatever caused him to keep me away from here in the first place. He trusted, loved, and most certainly didn't blame you for anything, so why do you fault yourself?"

They stared at each other in silence, both waiting for the other to speak, when suddenly, the room rattled again. Freddy snapped from his stupor and looked at the door, although much slower than before. After a second, his blue eyes turned to the child of his own and asked. "What is your point other than to remind me of sad memories?" His voice slightly cracked.

She straightened her back. "I'm sorry," Iza said. "But my point is you're not responsible for every incident, bad thing, or mishap around you. Sometimes things happen, and even if you were involved, it's not always your fault; my injury was not your fault." She pointed to her bandaged face. "And in Dad's case, or whatever happened when he was little, was also not your fault."

Freddy looked away and covered his eyes. "You say that like it's a simple fact."

"No, I don't," Iza replied, scratching her hand rapidly. "Honestly, I still haven't been able to accept that my dad is dead. Since the funeral, I have tried so hard to be strong and pretend everything was okay. That everything would turn out fine and prove that I didn't need to talk about my feelings, but guess what, it didn't." She paused, and silent tears flowed from her eyes.

"I came here in hopes of learning more about my dad. It was meant to be a distraction from thinking about my feelings, but it turned out to be the opposite. This whole week I have been bombarded with events that caused more and more unwanted thoughts to surface, but it wasn't until our earlier argument that it truly dawned on me that my dad was never coming back, that I would never be able to see him again!" More tears flowed from her eyes as she stared upward, unflinching. "And once that realization sank in, the rest came at me like a bullet."

Freddy leaned against the wall and stared at the ceiling. "I'm sorry, but what does that have to do with me?" he asked, wanting to leave but not hurt her. "What's the big lesson that involves Gregory's…death and my need to protect people?"

Iza raised a brow. "My 'lesson' is that I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. Whether it be trauma, grief, or both, I don't want you to think that avoidance and distraction is the best way to process these emotions."

Freddy refused to look at her, desperately wanting to leave the office and get to Music Man. He was about to speak but jumped when a small hand wrapped around his fingers as best it could and startled him.

Iza sighed. "You're a kind soul, Freddy, one of the best I've ever met, but the way you cope is unhealthy," she said, her voice growing softer. "Especially when you say things like you don't care if you get hurt when others are in danger."

She looked at the ground. "I don't fully understand what you guys went through all those years ago, but I know it was bad. And I'm not saying you have to scream it to the world but know that suppressing those negative emotions will only make it worse."

Freddy's ears twitched; he could feel Iza's bandaged right hand in his.

"Look, I can't tell you what to do, and I know I'm a hypocrite for lecturing you, but I beg you, talk to someone. Hiding your feelings doesn't make you weak, but pretending they don't exist is detrimental to yourself and potentially those around you." She tightened her grip. "Even if you think I'm spouting nonsense, I urge you to talk to the other Glamrocks; if not for your sake, then theirs. Because I know they would never want their friend to go through this alone."

A tear rolled down Iza's face. "Just like my dad would have never wanted this for me after he died."

She finished talking, and a moment of silence passed over them apart from the occasional sound on the outside.

Finally, Iza cleared her throat. "I'm…I'm going to go," she gulped. "I'm sorry for keeping you, but please think about what I said." Her grip loosened. "I'll be on the couch. Please stay safe."

She released her fingers and slipped them from his grasp. Iza turned to leave but quietly gasped when a larger grip gently restrained her hand. "Wait."

Iza perked up and looked back. Freddy faced away from her as he carefully clung to her injured arm. Although she couldn't see his eyes, she could see the flicker of his blue glow. "You can come," Freddy said, turning so one eye was visible. "After all, I need someone to shine the flashlight when I restrain Moon."

Her lips slightly parted before forming into a small smile. Iza chuckled and wiped away the water from her face. She gave herself a moment, then grew serious; Iza looked at Freddy. "So is that the plan?" she asked. "You get Moon, then I shine the flashlight?"

Freddy nodded; he released her hand and looked at the door. "My main hope is to get DJ out of there, but I sense a fight coming." He turned to her. "Iza, while we are out there, I want you to stay behind me at all times. Don't leave my side, understand?"

Without hesitation, she nodded.

"Alright," Freddy replied. "Let's go."

Together they walked to the door. Iza stayed slightly behind Freddy as he reached for the light switch and flicked it off. The office was doused in black, the only light source being Freddy's eyes and the ominous reddish glow seeping in from under the door.

Iza raised a brow; she waited patiently as Freddy grabbed the handle and turned it entirely before slowly opening the door. As Freddy widened the gap, more red light seeped into the office, rendering Freddy's blue almost nonexistent.

They looked at each other cautiously before Freddy took a step forward. Once again, Iza was wowed by the sheer silence in his steps for his size. Finally, Freddy left the office and stepped into the walkway. The sound from before was clearer, although still quiet.

He crept past the small wall next to the office and looked into the main area. Iza could see his eyes go wide. She waited a minute before Freddy looked back at her, motioning for her to join him.

Iza gave a quick nod and then started forward. The raised metal floor creaked under her weight, and each sound caused Iza to slightly panic until she was right behind him. Suddenly Iza felt something vibrate on her arm.

Confused, she looked down and saw the fazwatch lit up, there was writing on the screen, and when Iza raised her left arm for a better look, she read:

Leaving the dead zone checkpoint. Loading tracker…

Iza stared blankly at the screen, she tapped the message, and it disappeared, replaced by the image of her dad as a kid and the time: 12:01

Iza sighed and lowered her hand before looking up. She froze, quickly realizing why Freddy was shocked.

Parts and service was in disarray. Although they couldn't see the left half of the room due to the glass barrier, what remained was horrible. Many tables and filing cabinets were thrown on their sides. Papers and smashed furniture littered the floor while settled dust blanketed the crime scene-look alike. Massive dents lined the walls, chunks of concrete scattered the floor, and more dust fell from the ceiling.

Iza's right hand covered her mouth as she scanned the room and saw Music Man. He was charging in the same place she had left him, completely untouched. Iza breathed a massive sigh of relief when she saw he had not been harmed.

Happier, Iza tapped Freddy and pointed toward Music Man; he looked down and saw her point. Before Freddy could see what she meant, something was flung and crashed against the wall.

The scream was torn from Iza's throat as Freddy grabbed and shielded her from the flying debris. Then, after a few seconds, the dust settled. Freddy looked up, his arms still around Iza protectively and quietly gasped.

Iza coughed silently, then opened her eyes; she looked over the railing and saw something big, green, and busted lying in a pile of wall rubble on the floor. However, looking closer, Iza realized it was Monty.

He was in ruin. Monty's shoulder pads were both gone with the metallic underworkings exposed. Bits of casing from his face were missing or punctured, his glasses were missing, and the red optics flickered while one hung from its socket by sparking wires. Monty's mohawk was torn, and the remaining fibers were charred back as if burned. The casing from his waist to his feet was utterly destroyed, leaving nothing but his damaged endoskeleton.

Iza wanted to vomit but swallowed it when sinister laughter bellowed through the room. Then, behind the glass wall, a skinny figure slinked into view, causing the room's lighting to grow redder and accompanied by the quiet sound of jingling bells.

More laughter ensued. "Had enough, Mr. Gator?" asked Moon as he strode up to the motionless Glamrock.

Iza's eyes widened. She looked up at Freddy and saw his eyes fixed on Moon; the blue flickered. Iza gulped, then looked back to the fight.

Moon leaned down, his face inches from Monty. "You didn't answer my question, Mr. Gator. Our game can't continue until you respond," Moon said, mocking the fellow animatronic. "So, what'll it be?"

Monty's eyes were out of focus, but he raised them and looked at Moon. His red eyes flickered murderously at Moon as his arms gripped something tightly to his chest. "Die in a ditch, Moon," he spat weakly.

Moon raised his head; although having a permanent smile, his voice turned dark. "Such a shame," he said, shaking his head. "I was really hoping you'd cooperate with me and be a good boy, but I guess you're a glutton for punishment." The voice got cheerier. "Not that I'm complaining; either way, I'm getting that little bot and having some fun while doing it!"

Iza's ears perked up. Bot? She thought, was he referring to…

She didn't get to finish the thought when the creaking of busted joints disrupted her. "You're never getting him," Monty growled, snapping his loose jaw at Moon.

"Oh?" Moon asked, leaning down and grabbing Monty by his fragmented shoulder. "And what makes you so sure?" He lifted Monty up with his left hand, the broken casing strained under Monty's weight as he was raised to Moon's eye level. "You may have been a hot shot in the past, but guess what? Those days are over; now you're a washed-up old gator with only one thing left to lose."

Monty faced Moon, his one good eye narrowed at him. "One thing?" he snapped. "What's that?"

"The sword." In a flash, Moon's right hand grabbed Monty's left wrist and yanked it back. Metal grated on metal as his grip loosened on the object he held closely.

Moon's psychotic laughter filled the air as he tugged Monty's arm back, it groaned in protest, but he kept pulling. "You still have your arm, Mr. Gator. Are you sure you want to keep arguing?"

Monty screamed as his wires snapped and metal ripped; he looked at Moon with fear and pain in his eyes but never released his right hand's grip. "Go stand in the light!"

Moon shook his head. "Very well."

Then with a final tug, Moon ripped Monty's arm from his body; a blood-curdling cry broke the air and barely drowned out the clattering of Monty's arm being thrown on the floor.

"MONTY!"

Everything went quiet. Iza's blood ran cold as she looked up at Freddy. He stared at Moon with flickering eyes that struggled to remain blue.

Moon blinked then a deranged giggle escaped his voice box. "Well, lookie here!" he laughed, his voice louder than Iza ever heard. "An old friend has come to play and…" He looked past Freddy, and a creepy tone entered Moon's voice. "...he's brought a little friend."

Freddy's body tensed. He quickly stood and pulled Iza with him. He shoved her behind himself and stood ready to fight; Freddy's eyes flickered slightly. "Moon," he growled. "What have you done?!"

Moon tilted his head back in confusion. "Whatever do you mean, Mr. Fazbear?" he asked, feigning ignorance. Moon's eyes darted to Monty. "Ooooh!" His voice acted surprised. "You mean, Mr. Gator."

With each word, Freddy's annoyance grew.

Moon chuckled, seeing his taunt work. "And to answer your question," Moon said. "I've done nothing wrong. Mr. Gator here lost the game fair and square but refused to hand over my prize, so he's receiving the proper punishment."

Confusion mixed with his growing rage. "What?" Freddy asked, tilting his head. "What are you talking about? Let Monty go!" He took a step forward.

Moon's head rotated slightly and chuckled. "Tut, tut," Moon teased, wagging his finger at Freddy. "Not so fast, Mr. Fazbear. I won fairly, so I get to claim what is rightfully mine."

Freddy growled and bared his teeth. "And that would be?"

A chill spread through the air as Moon stared unblinking at the two. Then, without looking, Moon's hand grabbed Monty's other wrist and tore it back; the item he held crashed heavily to the ground. Another clattering sound echoed through the room as Monty's right arm joined its twin.

Moon spun his smiling head, laughed, and then turned to the ground. Then, while holding Monty in his left hand, he reached down with his right and retrieved the mysterious item.

Iza watched as Inox's slightly dented, disheveled, and weakly struggling form came into view. Her heart nearly stopped. Moon held Inox tightly by his neck.

At that moment, Iza felt another vibration. She didn't dare look as Moon turned back around. He looked at Freddy, then at Iza, where his smile seemed to grow. "Got my prize!" Moon cheered. "I win!"

Inox growled as his hands grabbed onto Moon's much larger wrist. He struggled against the crazed animatronic's iron grip, then his gold eyes darted left and immediately stopped struggling.

The two friends locked eyes. "Inox!" Iza shouted, now trying to get past Freddy's protective stance.

"Iza—"

Once again, everything went silent, the only sound being the occasional electric spark. Iza's breath hitched, and she stared at Inox. Then, his hands loosened and fell to his side, unmoving, while his head rolled limply to the side, sparks flew from the exposed working where Moon had crushed Inox's neck.

Moon looked up with a psychotic yet gleeful look in his eye. "Uh oh, looks like I broke another toy. I think I'm starting to see why I wasn't let around the kids."

He stared at Freddy and Iza mockingly. His head rotated quickly before stopping suddenly when a spark flew from his neck with an ungodly screech. "But what do I know," Moon shrugged. "To me, children were nothing but toys to play with, the same way they saw me." A solemn tone seemed to enter his voice before being replaced by an alarming giggle. "But you know the great thing about toys?" he asked.

Freddy's eyes flickered, and he backed up, pushing Iza closer to the office.

Moon saw this and laughed again as he continued. "They can always be replaced by new ones." Suddenly Moon tossed Monty and Inox to the side; their bodies landed painfully on chipped concrete while sparks flew from their disfigured injuries.

He crouched low to the ground and giggled softly. Gradually his sounds became louder before full-out, unhinged laughter filled the air. Staring up at Freddy, Moon said. "My old toys are gone, so let's play a new game!"

Moon lunged at Freddy, and before Iza could process what had happened, she was shoved violently to the ground, the flashlight leaving her hands. She felt something warm and sticky pressed against her right arm before she glanced shoulder, slightly dazed.

Through her thick glasses, she could see two pairs of eyes: one red and one flashing blue. Moon climbed over Freddy, his smaller and skinnier frame allowing him to evade Freddy's capture as he rained down blow after blow on the orange Glamrock. Moon's crazed laughter surrounded everything as his hits pierced Freddy's casing as if they were made of paper.

Iza's blood quickened as she watched, frozen in horror. She couldn't make her body move until she heard. "Iza, run!"

Instantly Iza snapped from her trance and scrambled to her feet. She sprinted down the raised walkway, grabbing the flashlight as she went and turning into the main area.

She could hear the heavy grunts as Freddy struggled to trap Moon and avoid injury; his voice began to sound more mechanical.

Iza banked right. She ran further into parts and service, barely taking notice of the busted door from which they first entered and the pile of broken endos just outside the door. Iza continued on; she dodged debris and hopped over fallen filing cabinets. She was halfway across the room when the groan of bending metal reached her ears.

Without slowing down, Iza glanced over her right shoulder and saw Freddy and Moon ramming each other against the wall and the railing.

Freddy shoved Moon back before a chilling giggle escaped Moon. He lunged forward and ran full force into Freddy. The railing gave way, and the two fell five feet to the floor below. Dust blew into the air, and Iza barely jumped out of the way as the battling titans came closer.

She ran the rest of the way; Iza skidded to a stop next to Inox and pulled him further from the chaos and closer to Music Man, who was still peacefully deactivated.

"Inox," she whispered, cradling his body, then looked up, not noticing the glow of the fazwatch.

"Having fun yet?!" Moon cackled, throwing a punch into Freddy's jaw and slightly knocking him back. "Because I haven't had a rush like this in years!"

Freddy growled; his eyes flickered more rapidly. An animalistic roar surged through his body as he rushed at Moon.

Moon threw a punch toward Freddy's face. He caught it mid-air, his hand wrapped around Moon's fist before grabbing the arm and throwing him over his back. The smaller animatronic careened into the wall, leaving a sizable dent in the concrete.

He fell roughly to the floor, chuckling quietly and causing Freddy's anger to flare. "What's so funny?" he snarled lowly.

Moon didn't look up. Instead, he hoisted himself on all fours while staring at the ground. "After all this time, he's still in there."

Freddy's eyes flashed red. "What are you talking about?" he hissed.

"That kind of punch," Moon said, rubbing his head. "Haven't felt it in years, not since…" Moon chuckled again.

"Since what?"

"Since you activated my brother!" Freddy's eyes barely widened before a metal pole bashed his head's side. The impact was with such force that Freddy was sent flying to the floor. Freddy banged his jaw and groaned in agony.

Before he could get up, a heavy weight slammed against his back. Freddy's chest hit the floor, the casing cracking below him. Moon restrained his hands and giggled. "You know what I like about you, Mr. Fazbear?" Moon asked, pushing his weight down. "You never give up even when everything is against you."

"Get off!"

Moon ignored him and continued. "You've lived quite the life, my friend! Saved a snotty little brat who dismantled your friends to upgrade yourself, raised him like a son, then watched as he abandoned you for ten years while having a kid he never mentioned. I'm honestly shocked that my brother hasn't taken over you completely despite everything you experienced."

Freddy growled and struggled against the hold. Eyes flickering rapidly.

Moon paused. "But I guess that's just your nature; you help everyone until there's nothing left."

"Moon! Get off!"

Moon straightened his hand like a knife before plunging it into Freddy's back. He pierced through the orange casing and grabbed onto Freddy's exposed spine. "But you know what, I think there's some truth there: you don't have anything left."

He lowered his head to Freddy, keeping his weight on his back and arms. "Let's see, your little 'superstar' croaked, and now you're desperately holding onto that last little piece of the past because you know once Ms. Fasben goes, nothing will be left of your old life." He slightly tugged on Freddy's spine.

Freddy screamed in pain as his body became immobilized, and his eyes flashed from blue to red.

"But I think there's more to that," he whispered next to Freddy's ear. "You feel guilty, don't you? After what happened with that little boy twelve years ago, you want to protect everyone from yourself, especially her."

Moon pulled harder, and the flashes became faster.

"But you also want it to stop," he chuckled. "You want the guilt, the pain, the past to go away. And I can help with that."

Freddy's eyes were now acting like strobe lights. He tried to grab Moon but ended in more pain as Moon pulled harder on his endoskeleton. "Come on, Mr. Fazbear, we both know you're suffering. Just let him take over, let my brother take the wheel. Then, all your problems will be over."

The flashes slowed down.

"No more fear."

The blue became shorter.

"No more anger."

The red became longer.

"All you have to do is let him take control."

Freddy's struggles became weaker.

"And you will never have to worry about anything again…"

The flashing stopped; Freddy stopped, his eyes closed, and his body went limp. Moon looked over; he saw no trace of the bright blue glow. There was nothing except red.

Moon's head spun in a slow circle, then stopped. He lowered himself to Freddy's ear again and whispered. "You'll never be hurt again—"

Suddenly Moon was grabbed by his arm and thrown off balance. His back slammed on the ground, and he was held down by his arms. Moon sat in a daze, then opened his eyes. On the floor, all he could see was the red glow illuminating his face as he stared into the livid eyes of Freddy.

Moon stared in shock. "Brother?"

A deep growl rumbled from his voice box, sounding mechanical. "That glitch will never have control." Freddy pushed down on Moon's arms, slightly denting the metal. "He will never harm Iza again." His tone became smoother. "He will never hurt the others again, and…" His voice trailed off, and he closed his eyes. "…the glitch will never control me again."

Freddy opened his eyes, the blue shining brightly against Moon's eerie red. "Your words may strike deep, but they will never tempt me, Moon. Ever." The deep and kind voice returned.

Freddy frowned while his eyes remained narrowed; he stared at Moon a moment longer before calling out. "Iza."

Instinctively Iza jumped and held Inox closer. She looked over at Freddy, a bit of dread in her eyes. "Yes?" she asked nervously.

"Grab the flashlight," Freddy said, looking up and meeting her gaze. Almost immediately, Iza relaxed when she saw the blue glow. "We're ending this."

Iza let out a sigh of relief, then lowered Inox gently to the ground. Slowly she stood up; the adrenaline had faded from her body and allowed the dull and sore pains to gradually return to her legs and arm.

Iza picked up the flashlight and slightly limped toward Freddy. She stopped five feet away and stared at Moon; his red eyes were trained on her as she fumbled with the switch.

He scanned her face, then chuckled. "He did come out, didn't he?" He saw the human freeze while the grip sank deeper into his arms. "That bandage, he slashed her royal face, didn't he?"

Iza gulped and tried to ignore him. "You talk big, Mr. Fazbear, but you're struggling." He looked at Freddy. "Believe whatever you want, but deep down, we know what really happened all those years ago and how it affects you now. So ignore it, but know it will never go away. Those experiences will stick with you forever; they will always be at the back of your mind, haunting you until the day your body finally gives out, and even then, it will follow you."

Moon's voice grew in volume as he talked, and he laughed hysterically, mocking the orange Glamrock. "Nothing will ever make it go away."

Click

Moon went quiet, bright light washed over him, and he felt his body begin to change. Moon looked up, never flinching at the light. He saw the shaky light coming from Iza as she glared at the amused caretaker. "You've got guts, princess; I'll give you that." Moon sniffed. "But I wouldn't get cocky."

"Shut up," Iza growled, faking confidence. "You're beaten."

Moon tilted his head. "Is that so?" His head spun completely, facing Iza. "Because from my perspective, I'm only a distraction."

Iza's hand lowered but kept shining on Moon. "What?"

Moon looked her over. He could feel his body start to change. The dark color began turning into warm reds, yellows, and oranges while the little sun rays peeked out from his head; Sun was starting to rise.

Moon sighed. "Heed my warning, princess. He will not stop. You think you've won, but nothing is done; not the game nor his need for freedom."

Iza looked at Freddy, who growled. "What are you talking about?" he demanded. "What does Glitchtrap want with Iza?"

Moon's eyes looked up at Freddy, giggling like a mischievous child. "Unfortunately, that's not my place to say."

His nightcap fell to the ground. "Things are only going to get harder."

"Moon! What are you saying?!" Freddy bellowed, reforming his grip and digging into the metal.

Moon burst into laughter, his psychotic cackles bouncing off the walls. "Listen to the Sun's warning, Iza Fasben, or you may never see daybreak again!"

Suddenly Moon's dark color faded, the sun rays clicked into place, and finally, the crimson eyes disappeared from view. Moon was gone, and Sun returned.

Freddy sat up, released his grip on Sundrop, and looked at Iza. The remnants of Moon's final warning echoed out until the room was finally left in silence. The two stared at each other, unmoving.

Then, from behind Iza, a ding sounded out. Both jumped and looked around.

Silently, Freddy and Iza watched as the limbs of Music Man twitched to life. His black sclera gained two white dots that stared ahead before Music Man raised his head. He stretched, sighing contently before looking around.

His permanent expression gave no indication of his mood even as his eyes landed on an injured Iza and damaged Freddy sitting on top of Sun.

"Uh," he stuttered. "What did I miss?"