The Bite of 87 had completely changed Vincent. With his youngest son dead and his oldest a murderer, he quickly went insane. Fredbear's Family Diner had closed soon after the Bite, but the company had offered him a job at the newer Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. His broken mind saw that as an opportunity and he quickly accepted.

He was the day guard, and as soon as he realized that his older son and his three friends were all at the diner together, he came up with a plan. He left his office and snuck into the back room, where they still kept the old Fredbear suit. His mind cleared for a second and he let out a sob as he remembered the exact moment that his younger son had died. That, in turn, filled him with a mad desire for revenge. He climbed into the suit, remembering his training from when he worked at Fredbear's Family Diner. He left the dark back room and went off in search of the murderers. His son.

Heads turned as he plodded through the dining area in the Fredbear suit. Kids stared at the strange new animatronic in amazement, and parents stared in fear, remembering the news stories about the killer gold bear. Vincent ignored them. He was on a mission. There. Three boys and a girl. He approached them from behind.

"Hello, kids," he said in good imitation of Freddy's voice. Their four heads turned and they stared, their fear written plainly on their faces. It was the thing of their nightmares, come to finish them off. Vincent chuckled. "Follow me! Let's get some more pizza!" He started walking away slowly, making sure they'd be able to catch up.

The kids exchanged a glance, then the kid who had the Bonnie mask at the party started following, Freddy kid soon after. Vincent's son and the Chica girl stayed behind.

"I'm scared," whispered the girl. "It's going to kill us. It wants revenge."

"He deserves it," declared Vincent's son. "Whatever he wants to do to me, I'll let him, even if he wants to kill me." His voice became low and dark. "After all, I did k-" He sobbed, unable to say it.

Head down, face filled with tears, he followed his father, the yellow bear. The Chica girl hurried to catch up. Vincent led them into the same back room which he found the Fredbear suit in and climbed out of it.

His son gasped. "Dad?"

Vincent grinned. "Yes, yes, it's me. You thought it was your brother, wasn't it." His face twisted into a horrible expression of anger. "WELL IT WASN'T! 'CAUSE HE'S DEAD! DEAD! ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!" He became dead serious. "And now you will pay." He took a knife put of his pocket. "Who's first?"

His son stepped forward and held his arms out to his sides. He closed his eyes and said, "I deserve to die. Forgive me. Please. Forgi-"

And he was dead.

Somehow, killing his son wasn't quite as satisfying as Vincent thought.