Stan looked around, but they were nowhere to be found.

"Alright guys, stop playing, you can come out now!" Stan yelled in annoyance.

It's not the first time they've done something like this. Must've been Fritz's idea Stan thought. But then that's when Stan realised something.

He was completely alone.

There was no-one in the restaurant anymore. Even the animatronics weren't on stage. It was only him. Isolated. Stan swirled in a circle, his heart slowly pumping faster. There was also something else happening. Down the hall where the restrooms were, the lights began to dim. The hallway became consumed by darkness, and it was heading towards Stan. He slowly backed away, mesmerized. There was something in the hall, a tall slender figure. It was hard to make out what it exactly was, but it looked far from friendly.

Without thinking, Stan ran into the backstage. He slammed the door behind him. Stan shrieked when he realised that the animatronics were inside as well. But they were deactivated. All lined up on the floor next to each other motionless. This wasn't the best room to be in but Stan didn't dare to face what was outside the backstage. Stan trembled towards the animatronics to take a closer look. There was something inside them. He slowly reached out his hand on Freddy's head and pulled. But it didn't budge. Stan then got both of his hands to pull and then...

Pop!

The head fell off along with Stan. When he got his balance back, Stan was speechless. He felt like vomiting. It was atrocious. 

Gabriel was dead inside the suit.

That's when Stan realised the other animatronics were bloodied. It was visible coming out of the eyes and other exposure spots if you looked hard enough. Stan looked away. No. This can't be real. This isn't-

Suddenly, the animatronics stood up, as if they were alive. Stan screamed and crawled backwards. 'Gabriel' took Freddy's head and put it back on. They all stared at Stan.

"W-What's wrong S-Stan?" said Susie in a quiet whisper

"Y-Yeah, is it something t-to do with u-ss?" Fritz said in the same tone

Stan pleaded and cried for this nightmare to stop. He curled up in a ball covering his head.

"Y-You shouldn't be s-scared of u-us." whispered Jeremy

"J-Join u-us." demanded Gabriel

Stan continued to beg. But all that came out were incomprehensible cries. A sharp pain suddenly entered his chest.

Stan leaned up from his chair and gasped for air. It was just a nightmare. He looked at the familiar surroundings of his caravan. Stan did a deep sigh. He sat and looked at the ground for a solid minute. Then Stan remembered that there was mail for him. He got up to take a look. There was an envelope saying that it was from the Federal Negotiative Association Force. Tearing the envelope open, it read:

Dear Mr.Simons,

We realise that you have been working on the "Freddy Files" Case for quite a while now. But we regret to inform you that we will be taking over the case in five days. The reason for this is that there have been reports from your therapist of you being "too invested in the case which is taking a toll on your health." We know that you are doing this on a personal level but your health must come first. Do not worry, this is for the better of both of us. We have the proper requirements and supplies to continue the investigation as long as we need to. We will pick up where you left off. We hope that you will be cooperative and understand this situation. Please do not continue to investigate when we have taken over as there will be consequences.

- Agent Vanessa

Stan threw the paper in the bin.

"SHIT!" he yelled

There was no way he could solve the case within five days. Was it really over? Why now would they take over the case? Stan put his hands on his head and sighed deeply. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Stange, since it was late at night. He opened the door to find no one. Just as Stan was about to close the door, he realised that there was a note on the floor. He looked around before picking it up and closing the door. It was another note. This time there were initials reading P.M and inside it read with poor handwriting:

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. 1987. The answers are there. She will help you.

Very strange. Who's "she"? And why would it be that location? It's had a gruesome past. Ever since two employees died in a springlock failure. But Stan didn't have many options left. It was all or nothing. He had to take the risk. Stan immediately got ready to drive over there. This time, he hopes to find the long lost truth to his painful loss.

THE END