It seemed, for just a moment, that the Afton children had to deal with no more. They were together, and that's what mattered to them. Each one of them, despite the terrifyingly bizarre situations they endured, were smiling. All of a sudden, the bedroom door creaked open. The children turned their heads at the sudden noise. William was slouching in the open doorway. "Look, I'd hate to break up the sweet talk here, but I have to get to work. Get your breakfast, now." he mumbled, quite obviously disgruntled. The kids got up, Brendon still holding his arm awkwardly, and stepped down the stairs into their kitchen. The only thing on the table was dry cereal, the usual lazy breakfast William chose when he wasn't feeling it. As they ate their lackluster meal, their father went ahead and left. He didn't feel like caring anymore, what he wanted was to achieve his goal. After driving as recklessly and ignorantly as he legally could, he parked in the near-desolate parking lot of Freddy Fazbear's. Henry stood by the front doors just like he usually did, waiting for Will. "You haven't shown in two weeks, William. I barely made it out of my... encounter with Foxy alive. " Henry mumbled as William approached. "And for god's sakes, something's up with you lately." He had scars all over his face and arms, cuts from Foxy's sharp hook. He looked slightly more zoned out than he usually did. William sighed. "I figured, Henry. You know me enough to tell." he jokingly remarked, shrugging. "But really, you shouldn't be worrying. There's nothing that I'm doing that's of your concern." His voice had turned back into it's angered tone as he pushed the doors open. Henry followed behind. "Now, William, I'd hate to inform you, but we're going outta business. That means we gotta give these 'bots a good temporary home until we get a new restaurant set up. I sure as hell can't take these things after what Foxy did..." Henry spoke to Will, pointing at the scars on his own face. "..and none of the other employees are taking 'em. William, I know you may not be the most trustworthy person, but you gotta take these guys. You need to keep these guys up and kicking." William raised a brow at Henry's desperate pleading. "...And why should I do that, do you suppose?" Henry "I forgot to mention.. uh, we're closing. After everything that's happened here.. um, the Bite, my near-death.. the children.. nobody's coming back unless this place gets remade entirely, and even that's gonna be difficult." William didn't know whether he was outright disappointed or glad. "I see. I'll gladly take them today. After all, now that I realize it, I have a plan for them. A very good plan."

Back at the Afton household, Brendon was feeling sick the whole day. Not just sick from his father's actions, but sick. He kept experiencing a peculiar feeling mixed between wanting to vomit, feeling overheated and feeling perfectly fine, all at once. As Brendon noticed, Suzy looked to feel the same way, even though she was still completely normal compared to her brothers. As they laid their heads down to rest, Brendon felt odder than he had the rest of the day. Michael was howling in his room again, short zaps from his collar popping in between the screams. Brendon was scared but used to it, though, since it had been happening for weeks on end. That wasn't what was bothering him so much. It just felt like he was being watched. As the night creeped on, Brendon still couldn't bring himself to fall asleep. Something was awkwardly wrong. Midnight eventually struck the clock, and the now-poorly fixed bedroom door creaked, but it didn't move. Glancing from the corner of his eye, Brendon almost saw what looked like shadowy ink sliding through the cracks in the wooden door. He wanted to get up and investigate, to test whether the dark was playing tricks on his mind, but try as he might, he couldn't move. A shadowy figure in the shape of a bear rose from the foot of his bed, seeming to be made of liquid. It flickered between its dark shape and two smaller, luminous ones as it leaned over the bed. Its eyes were replaced with large X's and the figure of the whole thing seemed to drip. Glancing to his left, he saw a similar thing hovering over Suzy as she stared in complete and utter shock. His eyes drooped shut quicker than you could contemplate what was going on. Just before everything went dark, the figures vanished into thin air. The next thing he saw was a ceiling he'd not recalled seeing before. He sat up, finding himself on a cot in a dimly-lit room. A needle stuck through his right arm as if it was the side effect of a virus. Brendon looked around, obviously confused. Something seemed wrong, fake even, about the whole situation. The only thing he saw, however, was Mike asleep next to him on a bed of his own. Another bed lay besides Mike's, but it was empty save for a stuffed rabbit toy. Suzy's. He pulled himself up and off the cot, his bare feet touching the cold linoleum floor. As his eyes adjusted to the odd lighting, he found the tiled floor covered in broken glass and photos. Looking closer, he could see that those photographs were of his own family, the Aftons. The ripped pictures looked unfamiliar, like nothing in them had happened. Every image Brendon could see was torn in such a way that at least one of the family members was separated from the rest.

Against his will, Brendon got up and tiptoed around the maze of glass shards and to the door, where it pushed itself open without a touch. The hallway outside was empty but well-lit, so Brendon absentmindedly searched for whatever could help him get out. The place was starting to give him the chills. The whole place, Brendon realized, smelled like an awful mix of the metallic tang of blood and extremely potent hand sanitizer. It was hard to focus on anything but the smell as he wandered through endless twisted corridors. Brendon couldn't keep track of how long he walked. It certainly felt like hours, days of just exploring the hospital's corridors. After what seemed to be hours on his feet, he saw a figure his size walking towards him from down the hallway. As it approached, Brendon found it was Suzy. Brendon rounded a corner and she did the same in perfect time, not acknowledging his possible presence. What appeared to be a doorway stood around the bend, and the twins began to sprint for it at identical pace. Just before they were halfway down the hall, something fell from the ceiling in front of them. It was the same thing that had faced Brendon before, the shadowy bear. He could see it clearly now. The shadow that made up the thing's existence was dripping into the linoleum floor like ink as it creeped closer. In front of Suzy stood an identical rabbit. The bear and the rabbit slowly but steadily closed in on the children, grinning unnaturally large smiles. They lunged for the two kids, mouths open unrealistically wide as if they were going to feast on the kids that night. Just before the shadowy bear would have eaten Brendon alive, he closed his eyes and shrieked.

The bite that Brendon expected never came.