Brendon suddenly jolted awake in a pool of cold sweat. Another nightmare about Freddy's again. Curiosity slammed down on him hard. What did it all mean? Ever since he and his pals had first heard of the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza rumors, he has dedicated much of his time to trying to solve them.

Brendon's body convulsed vigorously as he slowly crawled out of bed and looked at his calendar on the wall. September 12th, 1993. A week since his 15th birthday. He smiled as he stumbled into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his groggy face and stared blankly into the mirror. His hair was jutting up everywhere like that of a rooster's. He ran the shower and hopped inside for a bit before jumping out and quickly forcing down his breakfast before running out the door. His father, Henry, was already at work, and his mom was still slowly awakening. Brendon walked to school with the thought of Freddy's on his mind.

He figured the rumor would pass on as he attempted to engage himself in the boring school work he dealt with on a weekly basis, but it didn't get him very far. The thought stalked him throughout the day, popping up in his head at seemingly the most inconvenient times. It even distracted him from getting much work done since he would get pulled into random deep thoughts and daydreams about finally uncovering those strange mysteries.

6 missing children, the bite of 87, sanitation files being charged, blood and mucus encasing the lifeless shells of the bright cheery performers. By the end of this long day, Brendon needed someone to talk to about his unhealthy obsession with his psychologically disturbed obsessions.

He approached his 3 of his good friends all during their lunch period, which they all had at the same time. "Hey guys" he said as he sat down with the others. Everyone called out hello back to him.

"So, ever since I woke up this morning, there's been something on my mind that has been haunting me for the whole day" he said.

"Oh boy. Here we go again" dreaded Simon. "No, Simon. It's nothing too terrible. Just something that crossed my mind today" he awkwardly paused again for a few seconds, being dragged back into the dark parts of his mind and fell into deep thoughts like usual. "Well, spit it out already!" yelled Amanda, growing increasingly more impatient to know what he had in mind. "Oh! Sorry about that. So, I've been thinking about Freddy Fazbear's Pizza again and..."

He was cut off by the loud groaning of his friends. They have heard him bickering about this topic so much, they couldn't be bothered to hear it anymore. "What?" he asked. "Brendon, I swear you're looking way too far into this case. It's really nothing special" explained Kaitlin.

"Well I'm sorry I am so interested in paranormal stuff and you aren't" mocked Brendon, the growing anger in his tone starting to unmask itself slowly. "No. It's not that. It's just... We've already heard the rumors hundreds of times by now. 6 kids went missing, and now they haunt a children's pizza place when the lights go out" Kaitlin said.

"But there has to be more to it. There's so much more to the story that has been dragged away from the public's eye. I have to know more about it" he yelled. "Well if you're so obsessed with it, maybe you should spend a night there" taunted Amanda. "You know, this could be the perfect time for you to finally prove us wrong about something." her suggestive tone and expression almost taunting him. Brendon pondered the concept in his head for a moment before sparking a conclusion. "Sure" he said. "Let's do it. Together. All of us."

"Actually, what time does the last show end?" asked Kaitlin out of curiosity. "I believe between 10:30-11:00PM" Brendon responded.

"Ugh. God, why do those shows end so late?" complained Amanda. Brendon hatched an idea at the moment. "Well, maybe we can try setting up a sleepover and asking our parents if we can go. If they all say yes, we can sneak out with each other and head there at exactly midnight" he recommended.

They all sat there carrying the theory in their minds for a few seconds before coming to an agreement. "Perfect. This Friday at around 7:30, we can all meet up at Simon's house and sneak out at around midnight or such. It's time I prove you all wrong" bragged Brendon.

"Okay, if you say so" said Kaitlin with a slight tinge of sarcasm sweeping across her tone. "Let's just hope we don't get locked inside like poor Simon" Amanda expressed in a joking tone. Simon blushed in embarrassment and buried his head in his hands to avoid the others seeing. He felt a hand on his back suddenly.

"Aww, don't feel bad about it Simon. We're only kidding with you. It wasn't your fault that happened" reassured Kaitlin with a smile on her face. Simon lifted up his head in shame, but kept a straight face. They all shook hands and finished up their day, eager to return home and begin their weekend planning.