The scene was incredibly hectic. Police officers, paramedics, and several other people were running all over the front of the restaurant. Mike's van soon pulled up, and got out moments later, along with Michael. "Any confirmed information?" Mike asked one of the officers. "Only that five kiddos haven't turned up at all tonight," she replied. "They...uh...we're thinking they..." "Is there any proof of this?" "We've found blood here and there near the entrance. There's been...noises...near the back, and it definitely ain't one of them. It sounds...inhuman..." Mike looked to the building, then back to Michael. "You coming?" he asked. Michael gave a small nod in reply, and the two made their way into the pizzeria. It was dark and cold inside the building. The tiles on the floor were checkered red and black. The walls were covered in what looked like confetti. Crude drawings of the plastic mascots were scattered on the walls, above the green and dark blue checkered lines on the wall. Streamers and stars hung from the ceiling. There were three ways to go from here: left, right, and straight. There was a foul stench in the air that made Michael gag, nearly throwing up. "God...what is that?!?" he muttered from under his shirt, which he brought up to cover his nose. Mike cleared his throat, trying to distract himself from the scent. He pulled his flashlight from his belt, and turned it on, pointing it in front of himself and his partner. "Where to first?" he asked, looking back at Michael. "Er...straight?" Michael replied. Mike began walking forward, with Michael trailing close behind. The tiles on the floor changed from black and red to black and white. There were two party rooms to either side of them, and another straightaway. To the end of the straightaway looked like a small office with a large, almost garage-like door for an entrance. "To the office?" Mike asked, to which Michael nodded. They walked to the next intersection, with, again, two party rooms to either side of them. This time, however, there was a large puddle of blood to their right, still bright red when light was shone upon it. Michael walked up to it for further inspection when something caught his eye in the party room ahead of him. "Mike..." he whispered. "S-something's in there..." Mike turned around from looking into the other party room and walked into the one Michael was talking about. The blood trailed into the party room, like someone was dragged from the hallway into the room. Inside the room sat two large tables, bearing party hats and a festive table top. Like the rest of the building, streamers and stars hung from the ceiling. On the furthest wall hung posters of the plastic Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica, reading "LET'S ROCK!", "PARTY TIME! u READY?", and "LET'S EAT!" respectively. From the top of the furthest wall hung a banner that read "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" From the left corner of the birthday banner hung a string of paper dolls, stretching across the ceiling to the bottom right of the room. To the left of the two, near the floor, was a large metal vent. Mike went up to it, and looked shone his flashlight inside. "Ain't this a large vent?" he asked Michael. "Bet the robots can fit in here." Michael, not really listening, followed the trail of blood until he let out a loud gasp. Mike slammed his head against the top of the vent and went to where Michael was, his face dropping when he saw what he was gasping at. There, in the corner of the room, sat a little girl, no older than 4. She wore a purple shirt with a bunny on it that was large on her. Her socks were striped purple and blue, and she wore glittered shoes. Her brown hair went down to her shoulders, and her now fading eyes were brown. The back of her head was busted open, making her brains become incredibly visible. There was wooden debris all around her carcass, with one large wooden piece stabbing through her chest into the wall. Blood poured from her nose and mouth, and her head was in a rest position on her chest, her eyes looking up at the two mortified officers.