I wake up. OH SH****, I move my head to left, barely missing the ice pick bearing down on me, it digs into the wall. Foxy is no longer in my arms, she is in front of me. Trying to kill me. I scramble to my feet.

She looks at me with anger filled eyes. She never really forgave me. She takes the pickaxe out of the wall swings it again. cutting my shoulder deeply. I yell out in pain and fall. she brings the pick over her head and brings it down just under my male area. I start to think that this is just another one of my nightmares, but nightmares have never hurt this much.

I Scramble up, oil dripping all over the floor. I start to feel dizzy from oil loss. She throws the ice pick behind her and pulls out a knife from seemingly nowhere. She runs at me, jumps into the air and kicks me right in the chin, causing me to bite me my tongue. I fall to the floor, she jumps on top of me thrusts the knife down, I catch her wrist as the knife barely touches my forehead.

???? P.O.V.

I watch the whole fight go down on the monitors, though she is being a little excessive, I don't doubt she knows what she is doing. I smile, for the first time in forever, I feel happy. Happy that he will feel the same pain I felt, his paranoia will slowly rise, he will slowly sink into deep insanity.

"Sir," The black bear says.

"Not now," I say.

"Sir, the bear is showing signs of..." he doesn't get to finish, I shoot a wire at him and wrap it around his neck, I lift him up and bring him towards me.

"Not...Now." I say.

"Sir," the bear says, he shows me his tablet, I see what he was trying to tell me, Freddy's main power core, slowly turning purple.

I drop him, keeping the tablet in hand. It can't be, I thought...he said...that...he told me they were all dead.

"Papa told me they were all dead." I accidentally say out loud. I throw the tablet across the room, it shatters all over the floor. I walk over to the intercom, it allows me to speak directly to Lolbit. It goes directly from my mouth to her brain.

"KILL HIM!" I yell to her, "SHOW NO MERCY!"

Funtime Freddy's P.O.V.

The knife is now touching my head. I yell as the cold metal touches my forehead. Suddenly, she stops. Her eyes are filled with fear, a bit of confusion. I don't hesitate, I kick her off of me and stand up. Still holding the knife, I eye her, a sudden drive now giving me strength. Suddenly she is back into the moment, but not a look of anger, a look of worry now on her face.

I don't hesitate, I run at her, and swing the knife, she dodges, but I swing the knife, again, stabbing her in the side. She screams, but her scream is interrupted by a loud static, her form glitches, at one point she turns into an orange square. Then, with an orange zap into the wall, she's gone.

wake up from a, no not a dream, I look at my arm to see it's still cut. Though not a lot of oil is spilling. Foxy is still sound asleep, beautiful. My heart is...wait, I don't have a heart. I breathe slowly, in and out. When I am calm, I hug Foxy close.

Lolbit's P.O.V.

I see him pacing back and forth just waiting for me to come in. I finally show myself, his look of anger scaring me.

"What...The heck...WAS THAT!" he yells, "I asked you to do one thing, to kill him. But you couldn't even do that...No, no, you have the power and skill to do that, you could have done it with ease, but you didn't want to, you've gotten too attached to this bear."

"Too attached to the bear," I say, looking at him like he's stupid, "you do realize who he likes right?"

"Yes," he says, "but we're not talking about Foxy, we're talking about Funtime Fredrick Fazbear."

"Good job," I say, "You finally memorized your mortal enemies full name."

With a sudden flash of anger, he grabs me by the throat and pins me against the wall, he pulls out a collar

"No," I say, crying, "NO! NO! NO!!!"

"Nothing personal," he says, "I just need to make sure you're loyal."

He sticks the electronic collar onto my neck and drops me. I pull at it and scratch at it like a rabid animal. I even try glitching out of it, but it's no use, every time it comes with me. I pull and yell and sob, desperately trying to get it off of me. Finally, I give up, and lay on the floor, crying my eyes out. And he just stands there.

"Pathetic," he says. I look at him.

"Why?" I ask him through the tears, "Why do you hate me?"

He doesn't respond, just walks away, leaving me in the dark.