The tape stopped playing and produced a blue light with the word "play" in the corner. My stomach turned, throat dry. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath. My hands trembled as I reached for the tape eject button. How could someone do this? Who would do this and why? I could hear Gabriel's cries replaying in my head over and over again.

Cassidy was right. I could feel everything Gabriel felt. It is a weird phenomenon that can't be explained. How am I able to feel how the last two children felt? I took out the newspaper that I had taken from the pizzeria. The story makes sense now. Those two children who went missing, they were Cassidy and Gabriel. They all had one thing in common. Someone with purple eyes murdered them both. Cassidy did get mad at me when I mentioned Afton during our first confrontation. I don't remember Afton having purple eyes. If I was correct, he had blue eyes.

I sighed and scrunched my eyes with my fingers. All this excessive thinking is making me feel exhausted. I should prepare for tomorrow. I got up from the couch and walked to my bed, throwing myself on top of it. I lay there with my mind occupied by many unanswered questions. Either way, I needed to find out the truth. The truth of what happened at Freddy's. I closed my eyes and engulfed myself in a deep slumber.

* * *

Henry sat at the security office, looking over the blueprints he spent the last night on. Henry scrunched his eyes with his glasses lifted before they dropped to their original spot. Henry couldn't believe how long ago those "incidents" happened. Henry and Afton were under so much pressure that they almost went bankrupt. Luckily, Afton managed to get out of legal trouble and still operate many of his businesses. Henry doesn't know how he did it, but he won't ask questions. If he did, his family was at risk. Henry just needed to do his work and get out of there. 

"How's the project doing, Henry?" Afton said. Henry was startled at Afton's random appearance but calmed himself. 

"U-uh, doing good... I thought it was my turn, no?" Henry nervously said. Afton smiled and walked into the light. 

"Yes, it is your turn, but I came anyway. I'm assuming the nightguard is still alive?" Afton asked. 

"Yes, Mike is still alive," Henry replied. He swallowed nervously, hoping that Afton wouldn't comment about the blueprints that were in front of him.

"Most nightguards don't last this long," Afton murmured, examining the cameras. "But then again... he is my son." Hearing that sent a shock of surprise.

"Your s-son is still alive?" Henry asked. Afton smiled devilishly. 

"Yes... Yes, he is," Afton replied. Then, with a wild laugh, Afton exited the office. Henry couldn't believe it. He believed he had died back in '87. How is he alive?