A/N Hello again everyone. Thanks again for reading, and I hope you're ready for this chapter. Looks like Gregory's gotten himself in a bind again. What's going to happen? Let's find out!

The monstrous animatronic slowly approached Gregory where he was sitting. The boy was expecting to see some unbelievable things when he got down here, but this was on a whole other level. It was like he was in a nightmare, unable to wake up, and because of that, the monster was going to really get him. The worst part of it all, however, was now he had friends to look out for as well, and he had no idea what was happening to them.

This 'Nightmare Fredbear' as Gregory had now dubbed it in his mind, got right up in his face, after a few seconds of silence, it let out a terrible mechanical roar that could only be described as radio static playing over grinding metal. Gregory clenched his jaw tightly against the breeze that this roar seemed to cause. Whatever this thing was going to do, it was not going to be fun.

After it stopped roaring, it turned to the desk that Monty was previously seated at. It used one of its large claws to open a drawer and pulled out a metal polisher. It turned to look at Gregory as it plugged the tool in to the wall.

The boy looked incredulous. 'Is this thing actually going to polish its own claws before it kills me?' he thought.

Sure enough, the withered monster turned on the polisher and brought his claws to it, but as it was about to start polishing, the tool stopped. There was a momentary pause from the creature as it processed what happened, then it growled in frustration and threw the polisher at the opposite wall, missing Gregory's head by nearly six inches. Now the boy was really shaken, but he knew he had to find someway to get out of here. The creature opened a cabinet under the desk and began to look inside, seeming focused in his task.

Now was Gregory's chance. He thought back to the crane hanging from the ceiling and figured if he could just get to it, he could dump that thing down the garbage chute. But first he had to get himself untied. His hands were just free enough that he could get to the knot that was holding his hands together and he felt around intently.

He remembered an instance when he squatted at a harbor. He watched as the seamen would tie the knots to keep their boats and cargo in place, and when he found some spare rope lying around, he would practice tying and untying them. He felt this would be a useful skill in case he found food or supplies that he wanted to keep hidden and out of reach, but now, this might be the thing that breaks him away from his current captors.

He worked at the knot on his hands gradually loosening it as he figured out the turns that the rope had taken on it. He never stopped working at it, save for once when the creature turned to check on him, but a few seconds after it turned away, he made his final moves and he was free. Now to take care of this thing. Gregory quietly slid out of the chair, making sure his footsteps were soft as he landed. Once he was on the ground, he quickly tiptoed to the garbage chute.

Just then, the nightmarish bear finally pulled another polisher from the box and set it on the desk, and it once again turned to check on its captive. But he was gone. Franticly it looked around, tossing the wooden chair in the process and shattering it. Then a loud slam was heard coming from the garbage chute. It turned to look, but nothing was there. Instantly it ran over and looked in the chute, peering predatorially inside. But the claw of the crane was directly over it.

Gregory immediately came out from behind a crate and ran over to the chute controls and pressed a button. The claw instantly opened and fell on the creature, grabbing it in the process. It struggled, roaring again as the claw lifted it up, and the boy directed the claw over the open chute. He pressed the button again, and the claw opened, dropping its load.

As it fell, however, the nightmarish bear grabbed the edge of the chute and started to heave itself up again. Thinking fast, Gregory grabbed the polisher from the desk and clumsily carried it to the chute. He raised it over his head and slammed it in the creature's face, causing it to release its grip and fall down into a seemingly bottomless pit.

Gregory watched in awe as it fell. 'Wow,' he thought, 'I guess I am a bit destructive.'

Moving on from that train of thought, he stepped away from the chute and began inspecting the desk for anything useful, when the sound of static suddenly emerged from his watch.

"Gregory? Gregory! Can you hear me?" It was Freddy. The boy quickly answered.

"Freddy, I'm here! What happening?"

"Oh, thank goodness you're alright! The S.T.A.F.F. bots knocked out my coms when they brought us here. It just came up again. Did anything happen to you?"

"Well, Vanny tied me up and almost let me get killed by this creepy old animatronic, but the bad part is she's not alone. She was here with Monty and some weird clown girl saying they had 'plans' for me with that Afton guy."

"Oh no. Well, I'm glad you're alright for now, but I should let you know what's happened with us. You won't believe it, but the S.T.A.F.F. bots brought us to the room that Foxy marked on the map! There is a working computer in here, and Vanessa is currently working to download the information onto her Fazwatch."

"Really? That's great!" The boy almost yelled, but he realized his captors could come back. He went on softly, "How long do you think it's going to take?"

"According to Vanessa, not much longer, but there is a problem. There is a powered door at the entrance to this room, and it can only be opened from the outside. Which means our best chance is for you to navigate here and let us out."

Gregory quickly checked the map via his watch. He was a good distance away from the room. He sighed, "How do I keep getting myself into these messes?"

"I know this is not the best position for you, Gregory, but I don't think we have another choice. I tried to reach Foxy and the others, but I can't seem to contact them. I hate to put you in danger again, but I have a feeling this will not be the last time. We might as well face it.

Vanessa's voice suddenly chimed in. "Don't be scared, kid. You've faced worse than this before."

She was right and Gregory knew it. He had suffered so much in his life, and he wasn't about to let another set of crazed animatronics take what he had just built up again.

He sighed, "Sit tight, guys. I'm on my way."

Freddy replied with finality, "Be careful, Superstar."

Gregory released the button on his watch and opened one last drawer. To his delight, the Fazerblast was sitting right there. He picked it up, now starting to feel that he could really save his friends and he stepped towards the door. After slowly peeking outside to see that the coast was clear, he was off.

There were now significantly more S.T.A.F.F. bots patrolling the hallways than there were a few hours ago. Clearly now that Gregory had let himself get caught, security was getting a bit tighter, but he knew how to deal with these things. He expertly evaded each bot, shooting the more stubborn ones in the eyes with his laser gun and only moving when the time was right. However, it seemed that the closer he got to his mark, the more pathways were blocked off. He was definitely lost again.

As he walked, he wondered about what could have caused everything to go so haywire. When he first went to the Pizzaplex, he thought he'd found a place where he could be warm and safe for once, but that's when the things there that were supposed to entertain targeted him, like everything else. Still, he was haunted by the things he'd found out there, and what he found out since. He wondered if he was ever going to get out of this cycle that he'd found himself in since his parents died. If he would actually find a place to call home.

Standing in the middle of a hallway where there were no bots, he checked his watch again trying to plan his route, when suddenly he heard the clatter of heavy metallic footsteps. He panicked and ran into the first door he could find shutting it quickly.

"Come on, baby, I'm ready to rip the little twirp apart!"

"Patience, Monty, we have to make sure it all goes to plan."

As soon as his captor's voices and footsteps faded, the boy relaxed. He turned around to see where he had found himself, but tensed again at what he immediately saw. There in front of him was yet another familiar, maimed face. Glamrock Chica stood there motionless, the hole where her beak once was clearly visible and her bugged out eyes focusing intently on Gregory.

The boy was frozen in that moment. He could clearly picture the instance he had shoved her in the trash compactor and caused this damage. What was she going to do now? Slowly, the shattered chicken raised her right hand and began walking toward Gregory. Thinking fast he quickly pulled out the Fazerblast again and shot her in the eyes. As she convulsed and spouted technical noise, he quickly ran out again. Where he was going, he didn't think about, and he didn't care. He just had to get away from that bird.

Finally, he found a crate at the corner of a wall and hid behind it. He stayed perfectly still for at least thirty seconds. When he peaked out from behind the crate at last, he found the hall was empty. She didn't follow him. 'Good,' he thought. He stood from behind the crate and began walking toward where he came, glancing at his watch to figure out the map again, when…

"WHERE IS HE!?"

Yet another voice he hadn't heard in a month, deep and feminine. Now he was screwed. His fears were confirmed when he saw more S.T.A.F.F. bots being thrown like ragdolls at the end of the hallway. The culprit came in carrying one over her head.

"Get out of my way!" she shrieked, as she tossed it in front of her.

This frenzied animatronic was Gregory's most persistent pursuer that night at the Pizzaplex, the high and mighty Roxanne Wolf. She was just as he remembered. The shattered casing, the matted grey hair, the distorted snout, and the oily black cavity that used to house her eyes. Gregory was not enjoying this trip down memory lane, especially knowing he did this to her.

Roxy, like the predator she was, was on the prowl. "I know you're here, you little homewrecker!" she snarled. "Come on out, and maybe I'll go easy."

Gregory had no intention of doing so. He had to be careful, he knew it. The wolf couldn't see, but she had ears like a hawk. If he was going to get out of here, he had to be quiet. Slowly, he began backing away…only to trip over the crate he was hiding behind before.

Roxy's head snapped toward the noise. "There you are."

Gregory picked himself up and immediately started running as fast as he could. Again, he didn't know or care where he was going; he just knew that if he slowed down, he was toast. The wolf's footsteps gradually gained on him, along with her biting threats. Somehow, though, he evaded her until he reached another blocked hallway. There was a door beside the debris, however, so despite the poor experience prior, he ran right in again.

The boy slammed the door and held it shut, but immediately he could hear the sound of metal claws pounding hard. It's a wonder it didn't break down from the first hit.

"Come out of there you little coward!" Roxy yelled. "You can't hi—"

The pounding immediately stopped and it sounded as though she was being dragged away.

"No! Let me go!" the wolf shouted in protest. "I have to get him! He has to pay!"

Her defiant shouting could be heard for a good 20 seconds before fading away into nothing. Gregory finally released the breath he was holding…only for it to be taken away again as he was forcefully spun around and pinned against the wall.

The face that now greeted him appeared to be a white mask. The mouth was opened in a smile and there were purple lines coming from the eyes that resembles a line of tears.

Another feminine, childlike voice whispered at him viciously. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?!"

Gregory was at a complete loss for words. He wondered if he was ever going to get a break tonight.

"Answer me," the masked figure quietly demanded, "Speak!"

He finally stammered out, "I-I'm Gregory. I'm just an orphan kid…and I came here with my friends to try and—"

"Ugh, you shouldn't be here," the figure interrupted. "No one with a pulse should. You probably came in here on a dare, I can understand that, but there's things you don't understand. This place was the start of something terrible, and the company that came from it keeps trying to cover it up. I can't explain everything, but you need to get out! Just forget what you've seen, and never come back."

The boy stood straight at this. This thing was clearly trying to help, but this wasn't his first go-around with these things. He felt he should let her know.

"I've found out enough about this place," he bit back, "and I'm trying to figure out what this company is hiding. That's why I'm here. My friends came with me and we're trying to figure this out together!"

Though the mask was unmoving, the figure was clearly taken aback. "You can't be serious," she replied. "What would you have to gain from that? What's worth risking your life?"

"I've not had a great life," the boy explained. "I've got nothing to lose if it means stopping this insanity, but right now my friends are in trouble. I've got to help them."

The figure was incensed. "No, just stop what you're doing right here. There are things I know about this company and its beginnings that aren't worth knowing. It would destroy you, take everything away that would make your life worth living. And your friends are a lost cause at this point. Forget about them. Just go!"

"Not happening!" he retorted. "I'm not leaving until I make sure they're safe!"

Silence passed between the two for the longest time, until the figure finally heaved a sigh.

"Okay, fine," she said, "I'll help you find them, but when we do, leave.

Gregory showed her his watch. "They're in that room. How are we gonna get there?

"Just hold on tight," she replied. The boy obliged and noticed that the figure had an incredibly slim frame. It was like he was looking at a marionette now that he was looking. That feeling heightened when she grabbed him and effortlessly carried him up the wall and out the door. She quickly carried him across the ceiling, the S.T.A.F.F. bots below none the wiser.

Again, Gregory wondered how he found himself in this position, but he had to admit, this was a little fun. After about three minutes the marionette finally crawled down a wall and placed the boy in front of a door. He checked his watch, and incredibly, it was his destination.

"You won't have much time," the puppet added. "Just do as I say and get out."

As she turned to leave, Gregory called out, "Wait!"

She stopped.

"You never told me your name," he continued.

She slowly turned to face him. "You can call me Charlie," she replied.

He smiled, "Thanks."

She turned once again and jumped to the ceiling. In the blink of an eye, she was gone.

Gregory then turned his attention to the door and pressed the button on the wall next to it. The three individuals that were waiting for him in the room immediately turned toward him.

"Gregory!" Freddy gleefully exclaimed, and he ran over to pick the boy up in a hug. "Well done, Superstar! You are not hurt in anyway, are you?"

Gregory giggled in the bear's grip. "I'm fine Freddy, I'm just glad you guys are okay."

"Yeah, kid, we're okay," Vanessa confirmed as she stepped up behind them, "and even better, I managed to clear out that whole computer. Who knows what we're going to be able to find with the information on here?" She pointed at her watch.

"Um…yeah. I think you might want to wait on that," Fifi chimed in. "Isn't it almost 6 o'clock?"

Gregory and Vanessa looked down at their watches and saw that it was in fact 5:52 AM.

"You're right," Vanessa agreed. "We might just have to come back if we need anything else. We'll just take a look at everything at the house and see what we can find on here. For now, we gotta go."

"I can't let you do that."

Baby suddenly appeared and grabbed Gregory by the shoulder, her eyes glowing purple once again. She was attempting to pull him out of Freddy's arms, but the boy struggled and held on to the bear's arm for dear life.

"You cannot escape this!" the clown exclaimed as Gregory screamed in defiance.

Freddy could not hold on for much longer without hurting the boy. Thinking fast, Vanessa pulled out her taser and stunned the clown, causing her to let go. Gregory instantly lost his grip as well and fell to the ground, but he picked himself up right away.

"Come on, guys. Let's go!" he yelled as he took off, the rest of the group following suite at his command.

As her convulsions stopped, Baby instantly raised her head again. "It won't be that easy," she seethed, as she pulled out a remote control and pressed a button.

As the group was running, lights filled the hallways around them. The S.T.A.F.F. bots were after them once again. Luckily, however, they managed to navigate their way back to the main hallway and were on their way out. They were about 50 feet from the door.

"Foxy, can you hear me?" Gregory called into his watch.

"Aye, lad. Loud and clear," came the immediate response.

"Open the door quick, we're coming back!"

"Gotcha."

Instantly, the door was opened, and the group came running in. The door was immediately shut behind them, and the group took a moment to catch their breath.

Fifi seemed to be the most exasperated though, as she immediately fell on her back and groaned.

"This was not what I was hoping for when I got powered up again," she sighed. "I'm all ready to see all the pretty stage lights and crowds cheering for me, but instead, I end up getting chased by scrap."

"Welcome to my world, sister," Gregory playfully snarked back.

Vanessa knew the kid had been through a lot, but she just had to laugh at that. Apparently, Foxy thought so, too, as he could be seen in the corner by the door button cackling and slapping his leg.

"He's right, you better get used to it, lass," he chimed in. "That'll likely not be the last you see of them."

The mouse crossed her arms where she was lying. They may have been right, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

"Either way," the fox continued, "Ye all had some good luck I suppose?"

"Well, we found what was in the place you marked, but not much else," Vanessa explained as she straightened up. "I got all the information from that computer downloaded on my watch."

"Did you, now?" the piratical fox inquired. "Let me see it for a moment then. I wanna make sure you picked up the most important thing."

Vanessa handed him her wrist, and he began inspecting the Fazwatch. Fifi finally stood up after she was done pouting.

"Look," she continued, "I'm sorry if I'm acting rude, I just…I thought I was actually going to have a home once I started at the Pizzaplex. They treated me pretty well when I was being completed, but it wasn't like I actually connected with most of them. I was hoping to have the chance to do that over there but…"

She drifted off and hung her head down. Freddy saw this and noted how this animatronic seemed to act like a child herself. Very strange that her AI was programmed like that. But he was glad in some way to have a connection to the place he once called home again, and he didn't want to lose that again. He kneeled down and touched her shoulder.

"It is alright, Fifi," he spoke calmly. "I am just happy to see that there is still someone around that we can help. If you will keep helping us, I am sure we can do that for you." He turned to the former guard. "Vanessa, do you think we would be able to take Fifi in until we can find our answers?"

Vanessa smiled, "Freddy, I've got enough resources to take care of 30 of you guys. Like you said, she's going to need to pull her weight for us here, but helping her shouldn't be a problem."

The boy was the next object of the bear's focus. "What about you Gregory, any objections?"

Gregory shrugged, "Hey, she's one of the first animatronics that hasn't tried to hurt me so far, other than you. I don't have a problem with it at all."

The shock on the mouse's face quickly turned to a grateful smile, "I…Thank you."

Freddy and Gregory smiled at one another as they exchanged thumbs up. Meanwhile, Foxy seemed to be making a breakthrough with the watch.

"Just a little more there…always takes so long…Ah, there we go," he muttered. Then he intently spoke into the watch. "Everything coming in alright? Can ya hear me?"

The voice of a middle-aged male suddenly came through the watch. "Foxy, is that you? What happened? How did I get out here?"

"Ah, great, your working," the pirate continued. "Look mate, the kid that destroyed the Pizzaplex is here, and his pals here are lookin' for a bit more information on yer ol' buddy, William. Had 'em download you here so you could help 'em a bit more."

"Oh, you—" the voice continued, "That could have been dangerous! They could have gotten killed!"

"I know, I know. But just hear 'em out first, mate. They could end this whole thing once and for all."

A sigh escaped from the watch. "Alright, I can't argue with you. I'll do what I can."

"Excuse me!" Vanessa interrupted. "Can you tell me what you just did to my watch?"

"Oh right," Foxy stated as he composed himself, "Folks, this right here is Henry Emily, the other co-founder of Fazbear Entertainment. He's the one that helped us out here get away from Afton, and he might just be able to help you too."

Shock was evident on everyone's faces. Vanessa was expecting to find a big break at some point, but to be talking to another deceased founder of this company? Just how? She brought the watch to her face and noticed the screen was completely blue.

The screen brightened some as he spoke again. "I realize you may have some questions…"

The former guard took a breath. "Yep, I do, but I think they can wait until we get home." She turned to the rest of the group. "Come on, let's go."

A/N This chapter was just a little more of a challenge for me since I was writing a somewhat less dialogue. I grew up a theatre kid, and I always felt that dialogue was a strong suit when it came to my writing, so being descriptive like this was a bit of a challenge. But either way, I hope you enjoyed what I've done this week. As always, be sure to leave a review if you can, and I'll see you for the next chapter.