Finally, it's my last day! Well... night. I've been working the night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza - the one created after the "New and Improved" one shut down - ever since it opened. It's been a couple of years now. This may be as successful as the "spring lock" location! I have a certain fondness for the animatronics. They're the same exact ones from the company's beginning, when they were still filming "Fredbear & Friends". Of course, they've been revamped to look newer. Chica, for example, looks really different. Now her beak doesn't separate the top and bottom of her head, which makes it look much more normal than it did earlier! Thinking back on it, the animatronics did look kind of... uncanny back in the day. With the clock nearly hitting 12:00, I sit down in the office's comfy rolling chair. A small alarm clock tells me that my night shift's finally started. I reach for the phone and dial its own number. Time to leave my final message at the location. Night 5's message will be recorded safely at home! There's nothing to really keep track of or be stressed out about at my own house, which is definitely more than I can say over here. I love the place to death, but I still don't trust it at night. I'm about to press "call" when I hear footsteps. They're coming from both sides. I move to either side of the office and punch both of the "DOOR" switches. The magnetic doors slam to the ground and I hear a bang on the left side. I hear Freddy's laugh. This is getting too intense too quickly, something's up. I hit the call button. "Hello, hello, he-hey! Hey, wow, day four... I knew you could do it." I say with a falsely reassuring tone.

"Uh, hey, listen... I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow." I hear more banging on the door. This is not good. "It's... it's been a bad night here. For me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you... uh, when I did." The banging continues, no sign of stopping. I think the restaurant's power is really close to 0% right about now. "Uh, hey, do me a favor. Uh, maybe some time... uh, you could check inside those suits... uh, i-in the back room. I'm gonna try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad. Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads... back there." The Toreador March begins to play. Oh, no. No, no, no, no. This is bad. I'm going to die. This is the end of my life and I'm spending it here of all places. My favorite things in the world are trying to kill me. I can't help but shut my eyes in terror. Suddenly, as the chime is playing, as Foxy is banging on the door... I hear a moan. A human sound, not from one of the animatronics. I open my eyes. I see Freddy. Well, it's close to Freddy. This golden-tinted version of Freddy stares at me with black, empty, dead eyes. Is this my killer? I hear voices, voices I've never heard before. These voices are not coming from the animatronics or anything, no. They're coming from inside of my mind. "He's not the one." is what one of the voices is saying. "Does it matter?" asks another. "We've killed one or two before, what difference will this one make?"

"Oh, no..." I mutter. This is my death. This golden Freddy rises up and quickly lunges at me. A deafening roar pierces my eardrums. ...And my life ends.