This entire week at Freddy Fazbear's, it's been happening. From Monday to Thursday, one new animatronic showed up in the hall. All of them were those withered, broken ones from the Parts and Services room. The Toys don't really seem to be doing anything, though, which is good for me, as all I have to do is sit in the office and wait for one of those destroyed Fredbear & Friends characters to come into the hall. The clock hits 6:00 AM, and I leave. Simple as that. Tonight feels different. I don't feel like any of those broken animatronics will come back. I've seen each of them. What on earth could be next?

I hear a strange scraping. I flip through cameras on the tablet, searching for the source.

The Prize Corner. The large gift box in the center of the camera... its top is slowly coming off. So the Puppet finally comes out to play. How nice, how fun. I stare at the camera feed for what feels like hours, and then the top is flung off. I jump back a bit, and the Puppet slowly slithers out of the box, staring into the camera lens. I frantically flash the camera's light in the Puppet's face, but it doesn't seem to deter it one bit. It moves to the left of the camera at an alarmingly quick pace. I look through the camera's to see where this creature has gone, and at last find it struggling to open the Parts and Services door. Failing to do this, it makes its way off-camera. Wait. That means it's coming down the hall in front of me. I shine my flashlight in front of me, and see an uncannily tall, lanky figure moving toward me. It moves in such a lifelike manner, too. Checking my watch shows me that it's almost 6:00. That's good, this madness always stops at that time. The Puppet is walking closer than any of the four others ever did, though. It's in my office now. It stares at me, somehow forming white pupils.Its hands move to me. I'm in a state of shock right now, there's no way I can move. Its cold, hard claws grasp my throat and squeeze tightly. It raises me in the air, its facial expression seeming to slightly shift to that of rage. How is that possible? What is this thing?! I shift all my weight into pinning this monstrosity to the ground. It loses its grip on my throat. I punch it a few times, though that won't do much of anything. Whatever it is, it's clearly not human or simply an animatronic. Punching what seems to be its mask yields a hard, burning feeling. Whatever this is, it can produce body heat. This is the first time in my life that I've actually felt fear. Realizing that this Puppet is no earthly being and was probably just coincidentally found by Fazbear Entertainment horrifies me. I sprint out of the restaurant, get into my car, and speed home. The Puppet seems to be watching from a window. I stay in my house and just try to take it all in for a while.

It's nearly been a week since that Friday night. Today, the third day of my day shift, I have a plan. For once, it'll be helpful to people. I'll mess with the Toy animatronics' mainframes and force them to malfunction. This is mainly just to get revenge for what the Puppet did. Oh, and it WILL care, because I know there's the spirit of a child in it. The same with all of those withered animatronics in the Parts and Services room. As all of the customers and workers files out of the restaurant at its 10:00 PM closing time, I wait at the show stage. I'm the only one left in the restaurant. I brought a backpack for the occasion. I unzip it, remove some tools from it, and climb up onto the stage. I remove the heads of Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, and Toy Chica. I proceed to work on their endoskeleton heads, where Fazbear Entertainment decided to put all of the bots' important machines and mechanisms. I turn things the wrong way, stab some important devices with a pocket knife, cut some wires, you name it. I do everything to ensure that they'll glitch out or possibly even stop working altogether. As I'm finishing up, I hear loud stomping. No, no, it's too early for this. It's not even 12:00 AM yet. The Puppet comes across the show stage area... floating? It doesn't even glance at me, which I'm relieved about. I still hear the stomping, it's getting louder. I look hard into the darkness. It's that withered Freddy. His eyes are... like they were the first night. White pinpricks surrounded by oceans of darkness. Though they're only tiny specks of white light, my eyes burn. He's following the Puppet's exact movements, though it's long gone by now. A pounding voice whispers harshly inside of my head, saying "SAVE THEM." Oh, does that Puppet think that it can free the children? No. That's impossible. It's ABSURD. This entire situation is unbelievably insane. Is it even real? That voice in my brain... it's two voices now. Two children's voices. The child's voice I heard in my first night has joined the chanting whisper. I recognize the original voice now. My first kill. That one who was crying outside the Fredbear & Friends set. Oh, so HE is the one who tried to kill me that night. Oh, how funny. He tried to use my method, too. That chanting in my head is driving me into a frenzy. Destroying my remaining shreds of sanity. You want to save them? Do you? "YOU CAN'T." I yell in a raspy voice. I lunge off the stage, a screwdriver in my hand. I shove it through the back of Freddy's head. He shuts down entirely. You can't save them. I walk out of the building. I'm done working with Fazbear Entertainment.