At midnight, Rick decided it was time to execute his plan, so he headed for old Freddy's.

The roads were empty and there wasn't a single soul around, which Rick appreciated.

After a journey that seemed eternal, he finally arrived.

The place was just as he imagined: the windows were broken and with wooden planks, the sign of the place was shattered and the front door was covered by old police seals.

Before starting to burn it all down, Rick wondered what the inside was like, and he wanted to make sure that there wasn't a single camera inside the premises that, for some reason, was still working.

Although deep down I had the feeling that it would be a very bad idea.

In spite of this, he took the flashlight and slipped in, with great care, through one of the windows, which had no planks and overlooked the dining room.

Everything was, logically, pitch black.

He turned the flashlight on and soon noticed the state of the walls, blackened and dirty, and that of the tables, some broken and others overturned. It's not that the same couldn't be said about chairs, either. As if that were not enough, water dripped from the ceiling, evidencing the unfortunate state of the premises.

Still, Rick thought it was worthy.

And he also noticed that there was not a single animatronic on stage.

"How strange. Aren't they supposed to have been left here when the place closed? At least I won't have to see them."

Unfortunately, it didn't take long for him to find their parts, scattered on the floor in an area far from the stage.

Not only were the animatronics' suit pieces dirty, as someone should expect, but they had deep slash marks, suggesting that someone took them apart Jack Torrance-style, leaving the animatronic heads and limbs separate from their torsos.

"What reason would anyone have to do this? And with an axe!?"

Behind the remains, there was a door, one he didn't recognize.

Curiosity got the better of him again, so he decided to open the door.

Despite looking like a door that the public wasn't meant to open, it didn't take long for Rick to open it.

Behind the door, there was a room in which there was nothing out of the ordinary, only broken arcade machines.

Nothing, except a pool of dried blood on the floor, next to one of the walls of the room.

"But what the fuck...!?"

He had a gut feeling that he should get the fuck out of there, not only because of the stains.

But because of the suspicion that someone was stalking him and was approaching behind him.

His suspicions were confirmed after hearing footsteps moving quickly towards him.

Rick turned back, staring for a few seconds at a gas mask and a wrench before falling to the ground, unconscious.

As he lost his senses, he realized that his attacker was dragging him into another adjoining room.