"I see you've found another tape. Did you wanna watch it?" Roxy and I had made it to the entrance of Roxy's Raceway. I had found the tape below the breaker in the maintenance room, while the DJ was climbing through the walls. I stared at the tape.

"No," I finally said. "I'd rather hang out with you." Nearby was a table next to a concession stand. I left the tape on the table and turned back to Roxy.

Yes, I was curious as to what was on the tape, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that everything was about to get so much worse. It happened with Sun, it happened with Chica, and now, as we walked through the construction site, hand in hand, my heart started pounding. I think Roxy felt it too. She squeezed my hand tighter to reassure me. Our steps echoed through the raceway track as we approached the broken driver assist. Roxy was adamant on riding the kart, saying it'd ease my nerves. I wasn't really in any place to argue.

She moved her hand in front of me to stop me, and we both froze in place. The echoing continued. We weren't alone. She spun around and pushed me behind her. "Stay behind me," she said. I held onto the palm of her hand as her eyes darted around the construction. They eventually landed in an area full of unused props and cardboard cutouts of Roxy.

A white bunny's head poked out from the corner. Its eyes glowed a bright red, lighting up the tips of its ears. It ominously waved its hand at us, each finger moving separately, and it took a step forward, one arm staying behind its back.

Roxy used her body to block me from its view. "Who are you?" She yelled at it. It didn't answer. Instead, it took another step. Roxy looked ready to pounce. "Don't take another step closer!" she growled at it.

"I thought for sure you would've killed him by now." The voice came from the bunny suit. It was raspy and broken, as if it was fighting to breathe underneath that mask.

Roxy's mouth opened from a gasp. I'd never heard it talk before. "You're trespassing on private property. Get out," Roxy said. Vanny ignored Roxy's threat and reached out. "Give me the kid," it said, and behind, emerging from the shadows, was what remained of Chica. She was twitching aggressively and struggling to stand, her legs about to collapse from the weight of her body.

"What did you do to her?" Roxy's voice trembled. I'd never heard the animatronic's voices sound so scared before.

"Just some adjustments," Vanny said. It glanced at Chica, who was now standing beside it. She was taller than I remembered, and while her beak was still gone, her hands had been sharpened into metal claws. Her arms were thicker, even without any casing, and they hung down far past her kneecaps, almost dragging along the floor.

Vanny's head slouched down, and it turned to the side, its ears slugging behind. Its face was stuck in an unnerving smile. "Get her," it simply said.

Chica lunged forward. Her long arms extended from her elbows, and she grabbed Roxy's arms. She slammed her arms down, bringing Roxy along with it. Roxy shook it off and pounced at Chica, toppling over her. She looked back at me over her shoulder and yelled, "Run!" I did as I was told, but we were cornered. The other side of this room was still covered in piles of wood, and our only exit was blocked by Vanny.

Chica's claws dug into Roxy's face. "Chica! Chica, it's me!" Roxy said, but we both knew that wasn't going to do anything. Chica's head spun by 180 degrees, making a high-pitched static sound. "She can't hear you," Vanny said. It began walking past their fight towards me. Its hand that it's been hiding the whole time slowly came out from behind, holding a sharp butcher's knife. I had backed myself into a wall, and once Vanny was standing before me, it leaned forward and said, "Having fun yet?"

She brought the knife up in preparation to stab me, and just as she began to swing, her body was suddenly lunged forward. I ducked down, and she hit the hall with a loud crack. Behind her Roxy; she had kicked her into the wall. Chica was close behind.

"Roxy, look out!" I warned her, but Chica's claws dug into the gaps between Roxy's head and chest plate. The sound of her head popping out of place echoed through my ears.

She wasn't fully decapitated, but it was hanging off of one last thread, barely able to keep itself together. The wires sparked and the endoskeleton looked as if it had snapped in half.

Vanny hadn't gotten up yet. It was lying motionless on the floor, with a hole in the wall where its head had hit. It's human, it isn't invincible , I reminded myself. Chica's attention was still on Roxy. Her body went limp and fell on the floor, and Chica began to mess with it, tearing into the insides through the neck hole at the top of the chest plate. I didn't want to leave Roxy, but I had no choice here. I had no idea when Vanny would wake up or when Chica would be finished. I ran past, ignoring my conscience telling me to stay behind.

I had made it back to the kart when I heard a mechanical scream behind me. Roxy was standing, Chica holding her. Her head was now attached, although rather poorly. Roxy's eyes darted around the room until she spotted me. She pointed towards me and yelled, "There you are, coward!" She pushed Chica off of her and on all fours began running towards me.

This was it. It finally got to Roxy too. Just like Moon, the endoskeletons, and Chica; she was going to kill me. My thoughts were racing in my head, her conversation about breaking her if this ever happened. She knew it was coming, and I did too. I just didn't think it'd happen right now, in front of my eyes. Vanny was no longer hiding in secret, it was executing its plans right in front of my eyes. I knew what I had to do.

With tears streaming down my face, I hopped into the kart. She wasn't on the track, she was on the pavement next to it. When I turned it on, the engine roared, and while gripping onto the steering wheel tightly, I slammed the gas. Roxy looked unbothered as I sped up towards her. There was a loud "crunch" when I hit her, and I swerved onto the track. Her upper body was on top of the car, and she reached out trying to grab my face from behind the glass. We were about to run into a wall, so I had to get out before we crashed. I had to time this just right. As we approached the wall, I slowly stood up, and once we lifted into the air, I jumped out. I skidded across the road pebbles, tearing into my skin.

I laid on the right side of my body, feeling paralyzed. I could smell the smoke from the kart behind me. I forced myself to get up, and I sharply inhaled from the newly inflicted wounds. Ranging all the way from my face to my legs, the right side had been scrapped, with rocks still embedded into my skin. I tried to shake them out, but it still caused me pain. Behind me was the hole in the wall, caused by the kart crash. It led into the maintenance room behind. I limped over, hoping to find Roxy.

She was underneath the kart, her body twitching. "Roxy, oh my god, Roxy!" I cried. Her chest plate had been completely smashed into, and her arms had crumbled around her. I wanted to stay beside her corpse and sob and apologize over and over. My head was reeling like a thunderstorm. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, please! Roxy, forgive me," I could barely say between shaky breaths. I heard Chica make her way towards the giant hole I'd created in the wall. I knew I wouldn't be given the time to grieve. I forced myself up and looked at Roxy one last time. Her face looked dead, her eyes looking into nothing.

Her eyes. Her incredible eyes that let her see through walls. Her upgrade was incredibly unique, something specifically designed to make her safer to be around. But now that she's changed, she'll use those eyes against me. She can see through walls. I'd never be able to feel safe again, so long as she could see me. It felt wrong, and I felt guilty, but I ripped them out of her sockets. If by any chance Roxy is still alive, she won't be able to spot me through walls.

I couldn't leave through the hole, or else Chica would catch me. Down the hall was a boarded up doorway. I could break through if I tried. I kicked it, but it wouldn't budge. As I tried to force it down, I heard something behind me. Roxy had pushed off the kart and she lunged towards me. I ran off to the side, and she busted down the boards. "Where are you?" she yelled, her voice screeching. She held her head and started sobbing.

I crept into the room, making as little noise as possible. There was a small hole in the wall, and I crouched into it, where it connected to the next room. She broke down the next door sobbing, frantically moving around. "I'm still beautiful! I just need some work done," she cried. Her behavior from when she changed is so different from Chica. She was emotionless, like a mindless body roaming the halls. Roxy didn't just show emotion; she embodied it. The way she moved and cried only presented the deep sorrow within her.

She continued barging down the boarded doors, and I followed behind her until she eventually reached a room that was burning. It's floors were vents with fire bellowing out of them, and since Roxy is a robot with no nerves, she didn't feel it, but I certainly would if I tried to run through. On the other side of the room was a vent, one that I thought I could escape from. I tried to find a way through the room, one where I wouldn't cross paths with Roxy and was silent enough that she didn't hear me. There were several vents that weren't spewing fire, and one of the shelves had another VHS tape. What it was doing down here, I had no idea, but I couldn't question it now.

I had to follow a zig-zag pattern to avoid burning my skin off. I slowly stepped onto one of the vents, and even though I wasn't touching fire and wasn't burning, it was incredibly hot, like when you move in too close while making smores and feel the hotness of the fire. I couldn't react to the pain either, or Roxy would hear me. I tried picking up my pace so that I wouldn't have to feel the heat for long.

When I passed the shelf with the VHS tape, I took it, and sprinted to the vent. I quickly unscrew it and threw the grate away, tossing the VHS tape inside. Roxy heard it land, and she ran towards me with her arms out. I climbed in far enough so that Roxy couldn't reach me. Her hand and arm were far up the vent, searching for me. She cried more.

"Gregory," she said through sobs, "I'm still your favorite, right?"

I couldn't leave her like this. I hugged the cassette tight as Roxy's hand searched the vent.

"I'm going to fix you," I promised. "You and Chica. I'll find out what's happening and free you!"

She continued crying, her breath quickening. I began crawling through the vent, listening to her cry.

"Gregory! Come back!" she screeched. "Don't leave me like this! Gregory!"

The vent led just outside of Roxy's Raceway. I tried to steady my breathing and collect my thoughts.

Vanny talks, Chica's been upgraded with longer, stretchable limbs, and now Roxy's blind and after me. That's a lot to go through, so one at a time.

Vanny talking shouldn't surprise me. I've known it was human for a while, ever since Roxy said that it was. It's definitely after me, and I don't know why. Is it targeting me specifically or just because I'm here in the pizzaplex? Would I be safe from it even if I left? If it's human, then it could chase me down outside of the pizzaplex whenever it wanted.

Chica's transformation was shocking, to say the least. I felt the queasy feeling that Roxy would eventually be overtaken, but not like that. Not in a million years. How cruel, to force two friends to fight each other like that. I wondered what was running through Roxy's mind as she wrestled the new Chica.

Roxy. With her eyes gone, she won't be able to see me through the walls. It brings a small amount of comfort that she won't be able to spot me while I can't see her, but her change was much different than Chica. Her somber cries were haunting, and it was hard to tell if it was just a trick to make me feel guilty and let her catch me or if she was really feeling that way the whole time.

I examined the wounds on my sides. My right leg, forearm, and cheek were all shredded from the road, and it hurt like hell. It was constantly stinging. I understand now why that protective gear was so important.

I examined the VHS tape in my hand. I managed to find yet another VHS tape, before I even got to watch the one I found on the dance floor. I guess it was movie night.

I ran back to the table where I left the tape, but I saw none other than Vanessa there. She held the tape in her hand, looking for any kind of label on it, like how I did when Sun gave me his tape.

I was sick of being afraid. These tapes are the closest I've gotten to finding any real answers, I wasn't about to let Vanessa take one. I marched over.

"That's mine!" I yelled at her. She looked over her shoulder and saw me approaching.

"Looks like you already have one," she said. My grip on the tape I had in my hand tightened.

"Give it back!" I was trying so hard to look unafraid, scrunching my face up.

"What happened to you? You look like you got run over by a train," she said, raising the tape high so I couldn't reach it. She was messing with me.

"Just give it to me!"

"Why are you still here? Look at you; you're not going to last another day here," she mocked. "Don't you think it's time to go home?"

"I don't even have a home to go back to! Just give me the tape!" I yelled. Her face changed, from satisfaction to confusion. "Is that what you think?" she asked me, her tone shifting.

Physically, I had a home, but that woman is no mother of mine. These past few days, I've seen more humanity in artificial intelligence than I ever did in her. "Yes!" I screamed, my voice cracking.

Vanessa reached into her back pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. She knelt down and showed it to me.

It was a missing person's poster with my name and face on it. There was a brief description, along with my last known location marked as my street address. I was surprised. I wasn't sure if my mother would even notice I was gone.

Vanessa sighed, "Gregory, someone's looking for you." She shrugged while thinking of what to say, "I-I don't know what your homelife is like, but someone misses you."

She nervously scratched the back of her neck. "I'm... sorry, about what I did when I first found you. I shouldn't have frightened you, I really do just want to take you home. Don't you think it's time?"

I could leave, but would that solve anything? My brother is still missing, Vanny is still on the loose, and Chica and Roxy are still broken. I can't leave, I promised I'd fix them. Even if Chica and Roxy don't know I promised to fix them, I know I did. And Freddy knows it too. I can't just leave Freddy behind either. He's probably worried sick about me right now.

"I can't," I said. I looked down at the floor, unable to look at her. I won't be able to forgive myself if I leave things the way they are now.

"And I can't let you roam around any longer. I'll be fired!" she confessed.

"Vanessa, if things continue the way they're going now, I'm not even sure there's going to be a pizzaplex!" I said. The animatronics were all breaking down. Right now, only two of the main attractions are in working condition. "We can help each other! You give me time to roam around, and I'll fix the animatronics." And find the secrets of the pizzaplex, but she doesn't need to know that. "Then I'll leave, and the company won't have to know I was ever here," I said.

She laughed. "How are you going to fix the animatronics?"

"I can do it! I assure you!" Actually, I wasn't sure at all. I was going to have to rely on the practice from upgrading Freddy and whatever I remembered from the robotics club I joined to be more like my brother.

She thought for a moment, unsure of what to say. "Why do you need this tape?" she asked.

"It's, well, it's just videos of one of the workers here–"

"Ugh, not interested," she said, tossing the tape to me. I caught it in my arms, and it crashed onto the other tape.

"You have one day–"

"One day? To fix all the animatronics?" I interrupted her. There were more broken and malfunctioning robots than working ones. She rolled her eyes.

"You have to be gone by Saturday. Management will be coming then," she said.

"Okay, perfect. What day is it today?" I asked. I'd honestly lost track of time since coming into the pizzaplex. I hadn't seen a single window.

She groaned, irritated. "It's Wednesday night."

That gives me about two days, excluding the rest of tonight.

"It'll be cutting it close, but I'll try," I said.

"Don't make me regret this," she warned.

I was overjoyed. It may not be as long as I wanted, but at least I've gotten Vanessa off my back. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you!" I celebrated. I gave her a hug.

"Woah, okay, let me go now," she said, pushing me away. Not much of a hugger, I guess.

She brushed off her clothes and stood up. "I know you're not telling me everything," she admitted, "but I'd rather you be here than abused at home or something."

Abused? Is that what she thought was happening at home? If she pitied me enough to let me stay, I wasn't going to argue.

"Now run off before I change my mind," Vanessa said. She waved her hand motioning for me to leave. I nodded and walked away, but not without saying another "thank you."

Three nights, two days. That's how much time I had left to find the secrets of Fazbear Entertainment, repair Chica and Roxy, and find any clues about my brother. I could feel my blood start pumping through my veins, full of excitement. I can do this! I was starting to feel hopeful for once.

I knew exactly where I was going to go first. I had two whole tapes to watch!