"Ugh! How long is this going to take?" I complained. Michael and I were rummaging through the backrooms of Roxy's Raceway looking for her personality chip. I was arms deep in a filing cabinet near the room where Roxy had broken the door down while trying to chase me.

"I don't know!" Michael answered honestly. "I don't even know if Roxy has a chip. I didn't build her." He was over in the next room, but since the door was gone I could see him looking through drawers quickly like I was.

"What if she doesn't have one?" I asked.

"Then, we're screwed! I know nothing about her or her systems! It'd take me a couple days to analyze it," Michael said, starting to stress out.

"Shit," I muttered quietly so Michael couldn't hear me. Bowtie hit the back of my neck lightly. "Language!" it said.

Surely her design can't be so different from the others? Then again, in contrast to Chica and Freddy, Roxy was the only one who showed such intense emotion while the other two took orders from Vanny. Maybe her inner workings really were vastly different, making her unpredictable even to Vanny. If Roxy doesn't have a chip, then how is Michael going to return her old code?

"Do you think they'd have her blueprints around?" Michael asked.

"How should I know? You're the one who worked here!" I retaliated. Michael shut the drawer he had been searching through and marched over to me.

"Maybe we could look elsewhere. They may have hidden it somewhere else," Michael said, softly placing his hand on my shoulder as he walked past me.

I set my anxiety aside and caught up with Michael. "Where else could it possibly be?" I asked.

"The chips were unique and were sought for often, so Fazbear Entertainment decided that the 'hiding in plain sight' method would work best. Monty's was in the wooden treehouse in the center of his golf course, Bonnie's was in one of the bowling ball handlers, Foxy's was in one of his chest props– you get the gist," Michael explained rapidly.

"Why not just put them in a safe? Or a vault? That seems more practical," I said.

"Yes, but is it cheap?" Michael rhetorically asked.

"It can't be that expensive for a safe," I mumbled. Fazbear Entertainment's stupid precuation plan made it difficult to retrieve the chips. Wouldn't they want them to be easily accessible for their employees?

"Eh, well, I didn't make the decision, so..." Michael trailed off. That choice was so frustrating.

"Bowtie, would you know where Roxy's chip is?" I asked it. It shook its head.

"No, this is the first I'm hearing of these," it said. Its ears peered down and it pulled on my cheek as if to mean to step away from Michael. I did just that, moving a few feet away from him. I turned back to get a better look at Bowtie.

"What is it?" I asked.

It put its paws together as it stammered, "Do you think he... doesn't know about Bonnie?"

My eyes widened. Of course he wouldn't know about Bonnie. If he didn't know about Foxy, which happened much later, he certainly wouldn't have heard about Bonnie. Great, I had to break the news about that too. Not just one of his animatronics had left, but another had been brutally destroyed by Vanny for scraps.

"No, he probably doesn't," I said. I peered back at Michael who was looking intensely at the race track.

"If I had known about the chips," Bowtie said, "I would've told Bonnie to get his. He needed them."

Bonnie had started to act berserk before he "lost his mind." He wasn't acting like himself, and I was convinced it was due to Vanny's handling of him. Either it was her manipulating the world around him, or slowly changing his code, he eventually became paranoid before shutting down for good.

"Well," I said, trying to comfort Bowtie, "don't blame yourself for that. Who knows, maybe Michael can make another Bonnie."

Bowtie didn't seem pleased with that. "I don't want a Bonnie, I want the Bonnie back."

I felt bad for saying that. I never met Bonnie, but it only made sense for Bowtie to crave for the original. A carbon copy of his old friend isn't what he needed. If by some miracle Michael is able to return Bonnie back with his memories, I'd convince him to do so, but considering only his head was left, I doubted it.

Michael motioned for me to come to him with his hand. I walked over slowly, debating if I should tell him about Bonnie, but before I could make my choice Michael spoke up.

"Where does the track lead to?" he suddenly asked, peering into the dark chasm that the road drove through. It looked as if it was underneath a rocky area in the desert.

"I don't know. Why?" I asked.

"That's where I would hide Roxy's chip," he said.

I suppose that made sense, but it was likely just a roundabout in a dark tunnel. I didn't think it led to anywhere other than the other side of the track.

Michael hopped over the small fence and offered me his hand. I tried to jump over it myself without his help, and while I had to step on the lower plank to balance myself, I did manage to make it over, even in my clumsy state.

When we walked into the tunnel, the lights suddenly flashed on. I covered my eyes from the brightness and groaned.

"Argh, ow," I mumbled, rubbing the light out of my eyes. I could barely squint before it felt like it was flooding my brain. Michael lowered my hat past my line of sight for me and held onto my hand.

"Motion sensors... are you okay?" Michael asked. I nodded, though I felt a headache coming up. We were going to have to be fast.

Michael stayed close to me as we moved through the tunnel, looking for spots where one would hide Roxy's chip. He would stop me a couple times to go off to the side and lift a rock or move a prop to see if it was hidden there, but he couldn't find anything. My eyesight was slowly adjusting to the lights, but I couldn't look up past a certain point before it became too much.

Then I heard the distant sound of a motor. Michael must have heard it too because I saw his feet turn around. Bowtie also shifted around behind me to look. I did the same, hoping I'd be able to witness whatever they were looking at.

A small blob was becoming bigger as it approached us. Once I could see its real shape, I realized it was a driver assist kart. The kart had been totaled , its front having fallen off leaving no cushion room in case of an accident. Its wheels were bare, one on the verge of slipping off, and one of its doors was hanging off. It was the kart I had driven to smash into Roxy. How it still worked, I didn't know, even less so how it was able to drive on its own. Was it the driver assist bot controlling the wheel? I couldn't ponder too much about it as Michael had broken my train of thought when he yelled, "Run!"

He pulled on my arm and I stumbled as I tried to keep up with him. I heard more motors behind us, as if more karts were collecting together.

"They're gaining on us!" Bowtie yelled, confirming that there were indeed more karts. Michael quickened his pace, but I wasn't able to keep up. I tripped over when I couldn't match his speed, and he turned around to help me.

"No! Just go!" I yelled at him, quickly pushing myself up. I began running again before I even properly regained my balance.

"Tumble to your left!" Bowtie yelled behind me.

"Huh?"

"Just do it!"

So I did. I dashed out to the left, stumbling to the floor, my elbows hitting the crumbling road and scratching my skin up. The sound of a kart whizzing past me flew by me, and I saw its blurry colors as it continued moving forward. I got back up and continued running.

The next kart began moving towards the road horizontally to reach me now that I was to the left. I could hear it approaching, but I wasn't sure what to do. Bowtie tugged on my backpack.

"Right!" it shouted. I followed its instructions again, fumbling to the right. The kart had been hurtling towards me at an angle, and once I suddenly moved it didn't have enough time to break. It crashed into the wall, its metal pieces breaking off in a small explosion.

My lungs were starting to feel tight as I was low on air. Running like this didn't give me any time to let out all the bad air that had accumulated. Bowtie yelled at me again. "Right!" it said.

I moved to the right once more, but I hadn't expected to fall so violently onto the floor. It took me a bit more time than I had anticipated to stand back up. My head was reeling, my nausea was returning, and my sight was blurrier than ever. Though, I could tell we were nearing the end of the tunnel, as the bright orange and red walls were leading into a blinding white.

The sound of the last kart approached me. I tried to sprint faster, hoping to make it out of the tunnel before it reached me. I had just made it out of the tunnel when a pair of hands grabbed onto my shirt and pulled me to the side, out of harm's way off the street. Michael wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug as the kart drove past us, my hair waving in its wind. The kart continued its way through the track, not turning back to face us again. I wheezed and coughed as I tried to catch my breath, my lungs feeling heavy as if it were full of toxins. I almost dropped over and let my queasiness take over, but luckily I kept myself at bay as Michael comfortingly rubbed my back.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Michael asked, his hands moving from my back to my face. I shook my head.

"No, no," I barely managed to squeeze out between breaths. "Just... out of shape."

Michael giggled at my joke. He was breathing quickly too, and when he hugged me again I could feel his pulse pounding just as much as mine. I buried my face into his clothes, letting myself relax while in his embrace.

We stood on fake sand off of the road. The tunnel walls had merged into the outer walls of another large room, one of which I had never seen before. By all accounts, we were still technically on the track, and there was fencing beside us that was meant to keep go-karts in and people out. The road curved to go back into an identical tunnel on the other side of the room, which would loop back into Roxy's Raceway. Around us were more wild west themed props, and there was a small building with a bright, colorful sign that read "Glamrock Salon." Once Michael and I had gathered back our strength, he asked me, "What was that about?"

"Just... another weird thing to happen here," I answered. I really couldn't explain it, but it wasn't the first time some odd hostile action was taken against me. There were the endoskeletons, the cupcakes, the S.T.A.F.F. bots, the endoskeletons again. They showed up frequently.

Michael shook his head in dismay. "Bloody hell," he sighed.

"Now you know what I've been dealing with," I said to him.

"Oh, Gregory, you're bleeding," he said, full of worry. I lifted up my forearms and saw scratch marks embedded into them. My knees were also scraped, though they didn't have the full force.

"I'll be fine," I said. I barely felt a thing right now. Besides, this was nothing compared to my earlier injuries. They were smaller skid marks that differed from the ones I had gotten when I jumped out of the kart fighting Roxy.

Bowtie joined in. "There's gotta be a first aid kit nearby."

I turned it down. "I don't need that, I'm okay."

"We'll get you patched up once we find one," Michael said, ignoring my comments. I groaned.

"I said I'm fine," I grumbled.

"Maybe we ought to get you some painkillers, too," he teased, keeping his voice low as if to sound serious. Bowtie giggled, but it quickly shut its mouth when I turned to look at it.

"Let's just move on," I said, making my way over to the fence. Just like how I had done earlier, I used the bottom plank to balance myself and jumped over. Michael was able to lift himself up without any problem.

We walked up to the not-so-inconspicuous building that stood in the center of the wild west. Fake prickly cacti were placed around the pavement to give off the kind of desert vibe. It was darker in this room compared to the tunnel, though I still kept my hat low to avoid too much light.

I peered into the window of the building and saw chairs lined up in front of mirrors like any typical salon. The inside looked very modern compared to the outside. It almost boggled my mind.

"Ha, salon, saloon. Funny," Michael chuckled to himself. I glared at him. It wasn't that clever of a pun, and it actually felt rather forced. Up to this point, Roxy had no connection to the old wild west theme, and they suddenly gave her one because they needed something to go with the salon?

"Yeah, you would find this funny, wouldn't you," I said with a smirk. Michael let out a dramatic gasp, pretending to be offended.

The salon itself was just another reminder of Roxy's predicament. Signs saying "Hair and Nails" accompanied the Glamrock Salon's title cards. Roxy's whole appeal was looks and beauty, so giving her a salon hidden behind her race track made some sense. Clearly it was meant for teens and adults, which gave her room much more flexibility compared to the other animatronics. Kids could use the go-karts while their parents waited in the salon.

"Roxy must be killing it in sales," Michael commented, observing the room more. I cringed at his words. Considering Roxy's situation, that idea made me uncomfortable. It's great that she contributed much to the pizzaplex and had many fans, but I wasn't fond of her being exploited.

"This place looks more finished compared to the raceway," I added. The entrance was still under some construction, but the salon and surrounding area had no sign of work being done on it.

"It's easier to build this than a race track," Michael said. Maybe they were already using this salon. It looked ready enough, anyways.

Michael snapped his fingers when he realized something. "Her chip must be here," he said. "The racetrack isn't finished, so they can't hide it there yet."

Or it could be somewhere that made more sense, like parts or service. Maybe they decided to go back on their "hidden in plain sight" tactic. I didn't say that out loud to Michael, though.

"I'll go inside. You look through the props out here," I said.

"Who put you in charge?" Michael said lightheartedly, crossing his arms.

"Uhm, me. I did," I said, beginning to walk backward towards the entrance of the salon. In reality, I just had to get away from the lights. It was darker inside the building.

"Fine, just don't take too long. And scream if you need anything," Michael said.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, sure," I said. I really doubted anything bad could happen inside. Plus, the front windows were quite big, so if he stayed in that general area, he should be able to see everything that was happening on the inside.

I opened the glass door and stepped inside. The lights from outside the windows were the only thing that lit up the room. I let out a sigh of relief. My head was still throbbing from the earlier encounter, so this moment of peace was essential to bring it back to normal.

"You okay?" Bowtie asked me.

"Peachy," I said sarcastically. I got a closer look at the skid marks on my forearms. Now that the adrenaline had passed, I could feel them sting. They were much smaller than the ones I had gotten previously, but they ripped further into my skin. I had almost forgotten how dangerous and unpredictable this place was.

I peered over my shoulder to look out the window. Michael was looking through a fake cart, the kind that was pulled by horses like a carriage. At least he didn't have to see me like this. I wanted to prove to him and myself that I was capable of surviving the pizzaplex in this state.

Bowtie tapped my shoulder. "C'mon, let's look around," it said. I nodded in agreement.

Each chair had a chandelier of clipping tools and hair products, as if each seat was fully automated. Though, there was one chair with nothing above it. I guessed that was for those who wanted a real person to do their hair, but now that the pizzaplex was almost completely run by robots, I couldn't imagine that chair being used often.

"You should get a haircut," Bowtie said to me.

"What? No," I disagreed.

"Your hair gets in your eyes all the time," it argued.

I pushed out the strands that were blocking my vision a bit, though with the hat on it was tougher than expected. I had to lift it up and brush my hair out before putting it back on. "I like it like this," I said. It wasn't too long. It certainly didn't pass my shoulders, but it did grow past my ears and curled upwards at the ends.

I began looking through the cabinets. Each mirror was set on a small dresser, and I rummaged through the drawers trying to find anything that resembled a flashdrive. All I found was hairspray, scissors, and accessories.

"This is so annoying," I said. "How does this company even function like this?"

"There's a murderous rabbit roaming the halls! I think it's got bigger problems than just misplacing items," Bowtie said.

I got up and moved to the backroom. It's shelves were practically empty, with just a few boxes on them. I picked one up and looked through, and when I didn't find anything I moved onto the next. One box was too high for me to reach, so I moved the ladder over and climbed up. Not surprisingly, it too had nothing particularly useful. It was just a hairdryer.

I climbed back down, though I had to be slow in fear of accidentally toppling over. When I reached the floor, I left the backroom.

"Try upstairs, maybe," Bowtie said.

"There's another floor?" I asked. It pointed towards one wall lined up with the hairdressers. On the other side, there was a staircase leading up. "Oh," I sighed. I walked up, but when I could see the upper floor without getting off the stairs, I crouched down.

It was much darker up here, with the only light source being the room beneath it, and I could clearly see two glowing red dots waiting patiently for me to reach the top. I slowly stepped backwards, planning to get out as quickly and safely as possible without alerting it that I was here.

I was halfway down when I tripped over the ledge and lost my balance. I fell down the flight of stairs, landing on my back and almost crushing Bowtie in the process. My head felt as if it split in half when it landed on the hardwood floor. I couldn't hold in my shriek of pain when I felt that shock. I pulled the rest of myself off the stairs, rubbing the back of my head trying to stop the spinning.

Whatever was up there definitely witnessed me falling. I could hear metal scratching, first moving slowly, and then a full sprint. I couldn't wait for my head to recover. I got up and made my way to the exit.

"Michael!" I shouted, hoping he'd hear me from outside. I couldn't move very fast, I couldn't even tell what was happening around me. Something caught the back of my shirt. It pulled me back, and I saw what had grabbed me.

" Moon ?" I yelled. I couldn't really see details, everything was fuzzy, but his round head was as easy to spot as ever. His face looked as if it had been bashed in, and his other arm joint had disconnected from its motor, giving the impression of a shoulder out of socket, but he could still fling it around unpredictably. I couldn't observe him more before he threw me across the room.