He woke suddenly, gasping.
His eyes snapped open. Looking around, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
He wasn't in the bedroom anymore.
He was sitting in an office chair—old, creaking leather. Walls covered in faded posters surrounded him. Faded images of Fredbear and Spring Bonnie smiled down, their grins wide and unsettling. A desk sat in front, cluttered with old papers. A single flickering lightbulb overhead cast shifting shadows across the room.
He was in the office in Fredbear's Family Diner.
He could feel everything.
The texture of the chair beneath him. The cool metal of the desk. The weight of his own body pressing down into the seat.
His chest rose and fell. His lungs filled with air.
He felt... alive.
He hadn't felt alive in ten years. Not since his insides got scooped out.
It's a hallucination. All of it.
But it felt real.
Mike clenched his fists. He knew he was still in that bedroom. Surrounded by the fear gas. Still with Yenndo and Bonnet somewhere nearby.
But his mind was here. Trapped in this nightmare.
And knowing it was fake didn't make it any less terrifying.
He glanced at the desk. A clock sat in the corner, its hands pointing to 12:00 AM. Beside it was a tablet.
He picked it up. The screen flickered to life, displaying a grid of security camera feeds.
He clicked through them slowly.
Dining Area—tables and chairs sitting empty, party hats scattered across the floor.
Kitchen—pots and pans hanging from hooks, everything still.
Then he stopped on the camera showing the stage.
And there they were.
Fredbear and Spring Bonnie.
They stood motionless on the stage, lit by dim overhead lights. Fredbear—golden bear, purple hat and bow tie, one arm frozen mid-wave as if greeting an invisible crowd. Spring Bonnie—yellow rabbit, guitar clutched in both hands, head tilted slightly forward, staring blankly ahead.
The stage looked exactly as Mike remembered it. Down to the purple curtains. Down to the positioning of the spotlights.
But something about them was wrong.
He leaned closer to the screen and could see clearly that they looked... occupied.
Like there was someone inside both of them.
And they wanted him dead.
Mike felt it in his gut—the same way he'd felt it with the other animatronics. That cold, vengeful presence that didn't belong in metal and wires.
Then Fredbear's head turned slowly toward the camera.
"Michael?" The voice was small, childlike—Garrett's voice. "Is that you?"
Mike's blood ran cold.
Spring Bonnie's head snapped toward the camera next.
"Hello, Michael." William's voice, cold and amused, echoed from inside the suit.
"I've been waiting so long," Garrett said from Fredbear, voice shifting from sad to angry. "You put me in his mouth. You and your friends."
He lowered the tablet and scanned the office.
In front of him was a door leading to the backstage. To his left, another door leading to the kitchen.
If he wanted the doors closed, he'd have to get up and do it manually. Unfortunately, they couldn't be locked and there was nothing to keep the doors blocked.
Mike looked back at the tablet.
He flipped through the cameras again.
Fredbear was gone, and so was Spring Bonnie.
*It's a hallucination. Just a hallucination.*
But he still felt scared.
Twelve seconds. That's all it had been. Twelve seconds and they were both already moving.
This was going to be hell.
12:05 AM.
Mike's eyes darted between the tablet and the doors.
Check cameras. Close door. Check cameras.
The pattern was relentless.
Fredbear appeared in the backstage camera. Mike bolted to the front door and slammed it shut. He waited, listening.
Heavy footsteps. Mechanical breathing just outside.
"You laughed," Garrett said, voice trembling. "You all laughed while I cried."
Then silence.
He spun toward the kitchen door—
Spring Bonnie was already there.
"There you are, son," William's voice dripped with sarcasm, the sound of an axe dragging against the floor accompanying his words.
He quickly shut the door.
William's laughter echoed from the other side.
He opened the door to check if he was still there.
Empty.
Back to the tablet.
12:15 AM.
Fredbear appeared in the dining area. Mike closed the front door. Waited. Opened it.
The cycle repeated. Faster. Relentless.
There was no time to breathe and no time to think.
12:30 AM.
Mike's hands were slick with sweat.
Fredbear was at the front door. He could see the blood dripping from its mouth. Mike slammed it shut.
But Spring Bonnie was already at the kitchen door.
As soon as Fredbear left, he rushed to the other door.
His hand shot out, grabbing the door and slamming it closed.
"You can't hide from what you did, Michael," William's voice snarled from behind the door. "You should know that everything is your fault."
Back to the cameras.
1:00 AM.
One hour down. Five to go.
Mike's vision blurred slightly from exhaustion.
But it didn't matter.
The rhythm never stopped.
2:00 AM.
Mike's arms ached from running back and forth between the doors.
No breaks. No rest.
Spring Bonnie appeared on the camera—standing in the dining area, staring directly at the camera, waving at him.
"Come out, Michael," William said. "We're having such a lovely family reunion."
He slammed the kitchen door shut.
Then laughter.
Slow. Mocking.
3:00 AM.
Halfway.
Mike's entire body screamed at him to stop. To rest. To give up.
But he couldn't.
Fredbear appeared at the front door. Mike closed it. Waited.
His mind was fracturing. He could feel it.
4:00 AM.
He could barely keep his eyes open.
Fredbear's voice echoed through the office speakers, though Mike couldn't see him on any camera.
"You shoved my head into his mouth," Garrett's voice whispered through the speakers. "You thought it was funny."
"I died because of you," the voice continued, breaking. "Because you wanted to scare me."
5:00 AM.
One hour left.
Both animatronics were moving much faster. No breaks. No pauses.
5:50 AM.
Mike's entire body was numb.
"You're just like him, you know," Garrett's voice said, colder now. "You hurt people too. You just don't want to admit it."
5:58 AM.
He kept going at the same pace. Just a little longer, and hopefully he would wake up like all those years ago when he was in a similar nightmare like this.
"You're not waking up this time," William snarled. "This is where you belong."
5:59 AM.
"You killed me," Garrett whispered. "And now I'm going to kill you."
Then—
He woke up again, back at the desk, with the time being 12:00 AM.
*You have got to be kidding me.*