In the darkness, with the power off, only Toy Freddy was active—no other animatronics were illuminated, leaving the stage unobserved. Liam slowly turned his head toward the room where he had noticed that strange glow. Curiosity stirred within him, and he scanned the room where the kids played in the darkness; none were paying him any mind.

That was his cue.

Quietly and cautiously, he slipped off the stage, careful not to make a sound. He didn't want anyone catching him leave.

Once he was clear, he let out a relieved sigh as he stepped into the next room.

"Okay, no one saw me," he whispered to himself. "Now, let me figure out what that glow was."

He glanced back at the opening he'd just exited, then down the hallway he planned to follow. "This leads to that ball pit, right?" he murmured as he slowly made his way down the corridor.

He rarely ventured here at night—after all, before his transformation, he hadn't visited a ball pit since he was about seven.

As he neared the entrance framed by an archway leading to the ball pit room, Liam hesitated. The thought of encountering children made him uneasy. He knew his eyes were glowing white, and he did not want to spook the kids. But, as he walked closer, he noticed something odd—a dark, yellowish shape drawing in from the archway.

Liam halted. He blinked in disbelief. "What...?" he wondered.

Tilting his head, he murmured, "No... that... huh?" It was the same figure Charlotte had mentioned once when she finally spoke to him.

Stepping cautiously, Liam peered into the doorway. The room revealed nothing but the familiar slide that dropped into the ball pit.

His eyes scanned every inch. "No... I distinctly saw that rabbit thing in here," he insisted quietly.

A wave of worry swept over him. He couldn't shake the unease about William—missing for some time, his whereabouts unknown. Charlotte had once recounted the grim details of what William had done to them, all linked to that golden rabbit suit. And Liam was certain he had seen a hint of it at the ball pit room's archway.

Resolute, he pushed further inside. Taking one last look around the otherwise empty room, he muttered, "Huh... guess I was imagining things."

He focused on the ball pit. "Haven't been in you for ages..." he remarked softly.

Liam blinked and looked around. Then, he looked back at the ball pit.

After the brief pause, he approached the pit. "Eh, what the hell..." he said as he stepped forward.

But as Toy Bonnie's heavy foot landed in the pit, several balls burst apart under the weight. "O-oh... oops..." Liam stammered, blinking in surprise.

"Maybe that wasn't such a good idea..." he mumbled. When he tried to lift his foot, he found it wouldn't budge. "Uh oh..." he whispered, glancing down at his blue legs. "What...?" He tried again, but movement eluded him. "Why can't I—?" His panic rose as he realized, with a sinking feeling, that perhaps Toy Bonnie's legs had seized up. He scanned the area—calling for help was not a great idea, as any alive human wouldn't understand him, and the other animatronics were locked away in the parts and service room.

"Great... this is not going to look good when the power comes back on and a worker finds me..." His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed that eerie glow reappear in the ball pit. "What? What is that?" he asked, blinking. "That's the same glow I saw earlier..."

A few of the brightly colored balls shifted, and then something large and golden began to rise from among them.

Instinct took over. Liam started to run, but before he could escape, the giant golden rabbit seized him. "L-let go of me!" he shouted, struggling to wriggle free, but its grip was unyielding.

The creature tugged him closer to the pit. Despite his desperate attempts to resist, he was yanked into the ball pit.

Liam jerked upward with a gasp. Around him lay scattered ball pit balls on the ground. He quickly stood, panic rising. "Where?!" he yelled. "W-What?!" Disoriented, he found himself in an unfamiliar space. "W-What... is this? A stadium?!" he gasped. "Where is the pizzeria?!" he screamed.

His mouth hung open in shock and confusion. "Okay... I was in the ball pit room... that... rabbit thing dragged me in..." he tried to piece it together, glancing around wildly.

He froze momentarily. "Am I inside the ball pit?" Looking down, he noticed the balls were spread out sparsely—here wasn't much. They were all scattered around.

"This... something isn't right," he murmured. "And why do I feel so... short?" His eyes dropped to his body.

Blinking in disbelief, he murmured, "Wait... where's my bow tie?" But then he saw his hand. His eyes went wide. "Why... WHAT?! WHY IS MY HAND... FLESH?!"

He grabbed his face, feeling the familiar, but unfamiliar texture. "Hold on, what the hell?!" he gasped.

"Am I... am I...?" he stuttered, looking around frantically until his gaze landed on a restroom sign. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards it, bashing the door open and racing to the mirror.

The sight nearly gave him a heart attack.

"WHAT?!" he screamed, staring into the reflection. Red hair, green eyes... "This... is me... the way I used to be..." he murmured, touching his chest in disbelief.

Ba-dum
Ba-dum
Ba-dum

Liam's eyes widened in realization. "...I...I...I am... alive..." he breathed, tears slowly streaming down his face. "I... am... alive..."

Confusion and fear mingled inside him. "Where the hell am I?!" he cried, bolting back into what he now recognized as a stadium.

"Where is this?!" he shouted. "This isn't the pizzeria..." As he began to walk, an unexpected sound reached his ears—

Grrrugggowlll~

Liam felt hid midsection shaking. He glanced down. "W-Was... Was that my... stomach?"

He blinked, his voice trembling, "O-oh... oh no..." The horrifying reality sank in—being alive again meant he was subject to bodily functions he'd long since escaped as a ghost.

He looked around desperately. "I need to find help..."