(Y/n)

Static before the image appeared. This time, it wasn't at home, but down the street. I frowned lightly to myself.

"She left without you," Psychic Friend FredBear said, making the chill travel down my spine again. I remembered this day... when I had forgotten about Sammy when I had gone to Freddy's.

"He knows that you hate it here," The toy talked again. This statement confused me. I never knew he hated Freddy's...

The camera thing's vision looked sideways, looking towards the exit door, "You're right beside the exit. If you run, you can make it!"

Sammy got up. He walked towards the opposing direction, disoriented, before the bear spoke again in an alarming tone, "No! Don't you remember what you saw? The exit is the other way! Hurry and leave!"

I intently watched the screen. Sammy went in the right direction before an employee, dressed as FredBear, walked into view. Sammy backed away, his eyes wide.

"It's too late! Hurry the other way and find someone who will help! You know what will happen if he catches you!" The bear said in an alarmed tone once again.

Reality came back as Sammy ran. My senses once again worked, me being conscious that Garroth was sitting beside me.

Sammy ran across the screen before stopping feet away from the shadows, petrified.

"You can find help if you get passed them... You have to be strong..."

Sammy was frozen in terror, his body shaking. He spastically moved his head around, tears flooding his eyes and going down his cheeks before he fell down, crying. The bear did this tiny hum.

"Tomorrow is another day."

The screen cut out. My back ached from my position, my lower body numb from not moving for hours. I couldn't feel it though... All I felt was pain from Jason breaking me the day before.

"I'm sorry," Garroth gently said, looking at me. I sniffled, leaning on his shoulder softly. The empty tissue box sat on the table.

"He was a jerk to break up with you... He should have understood if he cared enough," Garroth said, his voice sympathetic.

Yeah. If he cared enough.

I was quiet before slowly scooting away from him, "I want to be alone right now..."

He sighed quietly, standing up, "Alright," He looked down at me.

I slowly curled up into my ball of solitude before he left the room, closing the front door. I whimpered, my eyes glossed with tears.

Was I not good enough? Pretty enough? Was it because I never drank my butt off or try what he and the others wanted me to?

All those words did was make me sob more, my hands gripping the opposite's forearm, nails digging into the wraps, only the numb pain was all I could feel.

The camera suddenly turned back on, my skin contorting on my face in confusion, "What is that?" I murmured before my focus turned fully towards it.

Sammy stood by the FazBear exit, no one in sight. Freddy spoke.

"They hate you."

Sammy cried, his face buried in his knees, his body hunched over. Whirring sounded lightly from the camera as it went in and out of focus for a moment.

"You have to get up. You can get out this time. But you have to hurry."

Sammy slowly got up, his eyes dry from lack of tears. He slowly reached above his head, opening the door at a slow pace. What made me afraid was that the bear stood up on its own, following after him.

Vanessa, the girl who had first been invited to go to Sammy's party, looked at him from a small playground outside the building. She looked at Sammy, holding a toy.

"Where is your plush toy? Mine is Spring Bonnie," She showed her toy with a large grin before saying, "My papa says I have to be careful with him or I'll pinch my finger. He is a finger trap."

Sammy giggle lightly, gently petting her toy's head. They said their small good-byes before my brother ran off.

He approached a girl in excitement. She stood by the flowers and as he got close, I realized who it was: our younger sister Sara. Her reddish hair she had was in pig tails, her emerald eyes looking at Sammy, full of worry.

"You better watch out, big brother! I know they come to life at night! And if you die, they hide your body and never tell anyone!" She said, seeing his toy, the camera. She visibly shivered.

Sammy whimpered in some fear before Sara hugged him with a childish giggle, "Sowwy to scare you! Don't worry! I'll see you at home later! Hehe!"

I weakly smiled. Sara had a crazy imagination doesn't she?

Sammy and his toy left our sister, going near the street.

He stopped in front of a kid that seemed at least four years older than him. The kid looked at him before laughing coldly, "Aren't you the kid who always hides underneath the table and cries? Ha! No one else is scared! Why are you? Stop being such a baby!" The kid was on the ground, falling down in laughter. He laughed so hard, tears formed in his eyes.

Sammy whimpered before running off at a faster pace than earlier, holding FredBear close to his body. He stopped when he got to a chubby child holding a balloon.

"Are you going to the party? Everyone is going to it," The kid grinned suddenly, "Oh! Wait! You have to go! It is your birthday! Haha!"

For the first time since this recording, his giggle was very weak and scared. He turned and started running, passing a girl sitting in the grass. He stopped as the girl curiously looked over at him, "Why are you crying? Don't you like my toy collection?"

"They are pretty... But I gotta go... b-bye," he said in a crying tone before he ran up to a house.

The garage was open, mini models of FredBear and Golden Bonnie sat on the counters, Father's tools sitting around in a different way.

But dad wasn't inside there...

Sammy ran inside, running to his room. Freddy's voice shot a fierce warning, "Be careful," he said as Sammy went towards his bed, moving to sit on it.

I heard rustling in the camera when suddenly, Jordan jumped out from his closet, shrieking. Sammy dropped Freddy, sobbing as he hid under his bed quicker than lightning.

The tape abruptly stopped, "Tomorrow is another day," I whispered, knowing the bear would say that. I bit my lip lightly, my cheeks wet with my own tears. Why did I never see this before...?

I sighed before going downstairs, going into one of the rooms, the smell of metel was in the air. I sighed, working over to the wall of blueprints. I looked at them, rolled my eyes, then turned around. I froze, my mind coming out of its shell from before. I saw something... what was that?

I turned around and looked at FunTime Freddy's blue prints. I ran my fingers over the wired picture, "Oh my gosh... that's not possible." Something was inside. I couldn't make it out.

A whirring sound came from outside. I stared at the paper before running up and out, wanting to find what was making that sound. Like magic, when I stepped outside, all the sounds stopped. I saw nothing, no one. No sign of a machine anywhere.

"So, I'm not the only one who heard that." Garroth's voice said. My body whirled around and he was walking over.

"What was it?" I asked softly, looking around before sighing. Garroth touched my shoulder lightly, pointing down the street to the pizzeria. The lights again were on, but I sighed in annoyance, "It's just them moving the dumb animatronics," I mumbled before beginning to walk off.

Garroth grabbed my shoulder firmly, my body stopping.

"(y/n), are you going to be okay?" I turned around quickly when he said the last word.

"I'm fine! Just leave me ALONE!" I snapped, looking at him angrily. A thought when to my mind, making me even angrier at him, "It's your fault that Jason is gone! If you didn't come, I would still have him!"

Garroth visibly froze, his face covered with surprise and anger. I scowled at him, not feeling any sympathy for what I said to him.

"Fine. Be angry at me for the same thing I never meant to happen."

The calmness in his voice angered me even more before I stormed off.

I NEVER want to see his face again.

That Night: Jason

Whirring. It filled the metal area. I sighed quietly, my thoughts running back to (y/n). It had to be done. I sighed again as I held the tablet, reading the instructions.

Check on the animatronics after the technicians have left. If animatronic is not in place, shock them. Get Funtime Freddy checked.

There was a sudden stop. My head looked up at the door opening, darkness at the bottom with a faint glowing light on the opening vent.

"I still don't understand why he has a vent for the opening here," I grumbled as I got on my elbows and knees, crawling in.

The light stench that clung to the air made me wince. Metal underground is not a friendly smell.

My sigh echoed before I got to the main control module. To my right was Funtime Auditorium, which had Funtime Freddy and Funtime Foxy, while to my right had Ballora Gallery, where Ballora and her mini ballerinas stayed.

The ballerina design gave me an uneasy feeling as I turned the spotlights on from the port, peering into the Gallery. No alive person was inside, but Ballora was doubled over, her body twisted in an unnatural way. I chuckled, a smirk prying its way onto my face.

"Need a little zap don't you," I said to myself with another chuckle, my hand slowly gliding above the red button on the elevated port, an orange-yellow lightning symbol in the middle.

The button went down before a surge of electricity shocked the seven animatronics back to life. I chuckled with a smile before it faded. The way Ballora jumped up reminded me of (y/n).

"Boo!"

(y/n) shrieked in surprise, twisting her body, my hands still on her sides from me tasing her. She whirled around and looked at me, "Oh. It's just you." She burst into a fit of giggles.

I smiled contently before kissing her nose lightly, "It's me."

She giggled again before our noses lightly nuzzled again one another's, her soft hands I held gently. She closed her eyes before I looked at her face lightly, smiling about how beautiful she was.

I opened my eyes before biting my lip. I regret it. I never should have broken her heart... I never should have listened to her father.

The lights flickered in Circus Baby's Gallery when I came in before they all shut down. My eyes widened. I looked around the room, seeing everything was not right.

It's a trap...

I jumped at a loud bang off stage. My hand instantly went to my phone. I don't have a chance anymore... I never should have trusted Mr. Afton. I should have never listened and gone down here...

I bit my lip, ready to take the SD card out and run to another room.

He will make her now... There's no stopping.

"(y/n) I need to confess something to you," I started as I twisted the door knob and opened it, shutting it behind me.

CLANG

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