I woke up with a gasp. Another nightmare. I looked at the clock on my nightstand. Three in the morning. I groaned and flopped back down, trying to get back to sleep, but it wouldn't come. I decided to get up and make some tea. Maybe that would help.

As I was sitting in the kitchen, I noticed the mail piled on the table, still not sorted.

Two minutes of sifting through bills and offers, I got a letter from the company I worked for, as a sales associate. I opened it up.

Dear Miss Sherman,

It is our deepest regret to inform you that due to 'payroll issues' and your 'loose grip on reality', we have terminated you from your position(s) as 'sales associate' for the reason(s) listed above. We would like to thank you for the work already completed and wish you luck on your next opportunity.

I tore the paper in half and threw it in the general direction of the trash can. Just my luck. That job was the only thing keeping me afloat. I was distracted when I saw a familiar face winking at me from the pile of mail. I picked it up. It looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I knew it from, but opened the envelope and pulled out a card.

We Invite You!

As a valued member of the Fazbear Entertainment Fan Club, you have been cordially invited to attend the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex for our three year anniversary special show! Come join Freddy, Chica, Monty, and Roxy for a day of fun and games, see if you can spot the mysterious 'intruder child', and rock out with the band for one whole day! (Complimentary entry pass only one entry, no guarantees of safety whatsoever, Fazbear Entertainment not responsible for death, dismemberment, mutilation, or theft.)

I stopped reading. There was another location? For three years? There's a 'mysterious intruder child'?

Three a.m. or not, I had to go see what this was about. If there was a new place, I had to go. It was Fazbear Entertainment, after all.

I pulled on my clothes and, after making sure I had the entry pass tucked into the pocket of my hoodie, I stood up and made my way to my car. It was still dark out, but the location was a few hours away, so I had time. As I drove through the dark streets, I started thinking to myself. Freddy Fazbear's was the reason I grew up the way I did. After the whole 'thing' with Foxy, I was never able to hold a date, never knew what was real or a dream, and woke up regularly from nightmares of a living person getting crushed to death in a spring lock suit as I just watched with a smile on my face and my own voice hissing out 'Sweet dreams, boss' haunted me ever since.

I was cursed. I had to be. I was doomed to be hunted and found by this franchise until one of us ceased to exist which, let's be real, it wasn't going anywhere.

Still, I did miss my friends. The bubbly bear, the charismatic bunny, the energetic, chicken, even the cunning fox that managed to give me a few scars with his hook. They shaped my childhood. They kept me safe from a maniac dressed in purple even before we were friends.

I stopped the car. Here it was. I took a deep breath, then got out and started walking to the entrance. Here goes nothing.