Rick, confused, went in as fast as he could.

Behind the door he saw another room, this time with white tiles on the floor.

Once inside, the door quickly closed, keeping the animatronics at bay, who soon pounded on the door.

-They will not be able to enter. It doesn't matter how hard they try.- said the stranger.

Rick finally relaxed, thanked her.

-Thank you for saving me.

-Save? Excuse me, but I have not come to save you. I am the one who brought you here. You are nothing more than a test subject.

This statement left Rick visibly confused, with certain suspicions.

"WHAT?"

-And as soon as I finish collecting data I will get rid of you.

Rick noticed a black-tinted window in front of him, illuminated by another light that came on at that moment. He could barely make out a female figure, wearing what appeared to be a medical gown, short reddish hair, and what confirmed his suspicions: she was wearing a gas mask.

He had no doubt that it was his attacker, who had taken him to that place.

That filled him with pure frustration

-But for now, consider yourself lucky. Most have not made it that far. I'll be watching you.

Then the stranger vanished behind the glass, and the light that illuminated it went out.

"Motherfucker... She has set up facilities worthy of a madman, if she has done all this herself."

When he wondered about the origin of the security doors of Freddy's and that of the animatronics, he ended up connecting the dots.

"But it's impossible. But where did she get the Fazbear Entertainment material?"

Then it dawned on him.

"They have done it. There is no other way to explain it. If this is true, then there will be no doubt that they have always been behind the pain of lots of families, including mine."

Shortly after this pondering, another light turned on, this time illuminating a duct.

Again, he heard the stranger speak over the loudspeaker again, who was relaxed and sure that Rick would not live to tell the tale.

-If you don't want to die right now, get into the vent.

Rick had no choice but to get inside.

Intending to guide him to the next evidence chamber, the stranger told him where to go.

-Go to the right.

Checking that there were no cameras around him, he tried to swerve, taking the path to the left.

"Do you really think I'm going to get into another room with more of those aberrations? Well, unfortunately for you I'm not."

Continuing down that path, Rick noticed that one of the pieces of the conduit was not attached to the rest, so it could be removed.

Behind the piece, a room full of scattered papers could be seen, most of them stuck to the walls, a tape recorder on a table and a message written in chalk could be read on one of the walls:

"Please play the tape."

What convinced Rick to enter was the fact that the metal door, the only other way to get in, was barricaded with iron bookshelves. And also another table that could easily be used to plug the vent.

When he left the vent, he did not take long to cover it with the table.

He then played the tape recorder:

"April 10, 2023

My name is Harry Fitzgerald.

Excuse the format of this recording, but there was nothing better to make it.

Hey, if you're listening to this, you're already in the same fucked up situation as me:

A madwoman named Helen Weaver is using you as a test subject, or rather, as a toy for the animatronics.

I got into this hell because of my uncle Jeremy, who on November 13, 1987 worked as a security guard at a Freddy's establishment, and ended up with his frontal lobe torn off by one of the animatronics.

And of course, for my sister Sophie, who disappeared there at her birthday party that same day.

Those two incidents made me suspicious of Fazbear Entertainment's intentions.

I mean, how the fuck do you give an animatronic the ability to kill someone? It's as if it was created with that purpose in mind.

And thank God that the "accident" did not happen to a child, because at least my uncle survived by a miracle, but a child...

Shit, it would be horrible.

And on top of that, the bastards at Fazbear Entertainment didn't take ANY accountability, and they never will.

Anyway, for those reasons I couldn't think of a better idea than to get into Freddy's reconstruction program (a program that was supposed to serve to revitalize the company's restaurant chains) to expose them. It seemed strange to me that such a project was carried out in underground facilities.

But what I discovered here was much worse than I imagined.

Over the decades, disappearances and murders have not stopped happening in their premises, everyone knows that.

What they don't know is that Fazbear Entertainment has always been complicit in those crimes.

In fact, the company's interests aligned, at least to a large extent, with an accomplice.

They were trying to achieve immortality, using as evidence something as horrendous as the fusion of the victims with the animatronics.

At first I thought it was a joke in bad taste (and absolute bullshit), but I've seen it and heard it firsthand.

I still remember the screams that were heard daily, from victims of all ages.

Continuing with the topic, it seems that this accomplice fled and disappeared, apart from thwarting the company's plans (I don't know how exactly).

Unfortunately, none of the employees knew who he was.

No one except Helen Weaver (or so I think), who as the top official of all these facilities, has access to the company's confidential documents. And probably the identity of the accomplice is found in those documents.

So I'll try to break into her office to steal them.

At least I've been able to collect notes and documents (aside from everything you've heard) provided to me by some employees who were there out of necessity or for reasons similar to mine.

But wouldn't it be easier to report it to the authorities?

That's a good question. Well, no, because they have them under control, and you can imagine the consequences of anyone who has the balls to make their secrets public. So employees who want to see the company burn have to shut the fuck up.

But they are no longer there.

I don't know what happened to Weaver, but one day she became completely unhinged and began to use us as test subjects, or directly torture us.

And with that, the place became more gloomy than it already was.

It is possible that she has turned them into more abominations.

And I'm afraid that's what's in store for me, judging by the screams, which have gotten worse and worse.

It's not that I'm at my best either; I have not stopped having nightmares about a "thing" generally similar to animatronics, but covered with human skin and very deformed. Even worse, I keep getting headaches and the feeling that someone (or something) was watching me everywhere (and still does), even when I could sleep at home.

Even so, I am going to try to get out of this hell with the necessary evidence in my backpack.

Oh, and I almost forgot; I've made sure that this room is completely soundproofed and that there aren't any hidden microphones, so there's no way for me to know you're listening to this, unless Helen has created something to detect sounds in another way.

Even if she's crazy, I must admit that she's a prodigy of mechanics and science.

Anyway, whoever you are, I wish you good luck."

And the recording was cut off.

At that moment, Rick could only feel anger and confusion. What he heard increased his desire to burn down Freddy's.

"Sons of bitches, YOU RUINED MY LIFE!

And on top of that, you have done it with...

Tens more? Hundreds? THOUSANDS?

It 's horrible...

I'm supposed to be in an underground facility with a crazy Frankenstein's apprentice and...

Wait a minute, is the thing he describes in his nightmares...?

Oh my God..."

His pondering was interrupted by heavy footsteps that could be heard behind the barricaded door.

Helen, enraged by Rick's disobedience, sent another of those things to take to the next evidence chamber.

-Did you think you could get away!? Don't even think about trying again.

Suddenly, a metal hand, reminiscent of a human one, lifted the metal door and destroyed the barricade that covered it. All of this with little effort.

The intruder was different from the other animatronics:

He was tall and thin, with a segmented humanoid body with black shells, with two horizontal white lines in the wrist area on both of its arms and three white buttons in the center of its chest. At the intersections of these segments and at the back of the head, cables and muscle fibers were visible.

Its face was covered by a white mask that reflected the light, reminiscent of an expressionless human face, with torrents of black tears painted under his dark, expressionless eyes.

It walked quickly over to Rick, while the latter tried to get quickly into the vent.

But the intruder, in response to Rick's movements, pulled out a black tentacle under his left wrist, reaching into the conduit and spraying it with a strange black substance.

Rick, who didn't want to risk touching the substance, couldn't help but corner himself in one of the corners of the room.

Being within inches of Rick, the intruder grabbed Rick by the neck with its left hand, applying enough force to hold him, not kill him.

Rick, shortly after trying to struggle to free himself, realized that.

"Wait a minute, if he wanted to kill me he would have already broken my neck."

His suspicions were confirmed shortly thereafter when, from the intruder's right forearm, came out a mechanical appendage fused to his flesh with three joints, and a syringe at its tip. It didn't take long for him to inject it into Rick, who after a few moments dropped him to the ground, unconscious.