Author's note:

SectumSemprae : If only George was around during the Bite of '87... I bet he would've just pat the animatronic's mouth and the Bite wouldn't happen at all :P

Qwerty1020 : Thank you kindly :) I'm trying to keep the chapters entertaining, but sometimes it takes quite a bit of time.

Guest : Don't die, I need my readers :O

Lolz : Nope, nothing wrong with that :)

TheWhiteMouthCat : I think the Phone Guy needs a lot more fangirls.

"Hello? Hello hello? Um... first of all, due to a recent incident, I feel obliged to ask you about your age, Mr..."

"Rick. And I'm the one asking questions here!", the new night guard said aggresively. "Who are you working for?!"

"Um... Fazbear Entertainment. Just like you. As I said, I'd like to know..."

"I'd like to know more about this shady place. And I will find out!", Rick said.

"Um... what?"

"You think I don't know what's going on in here?", Rick asked, nervously looking around. "The stench and the blood on the animatronics, the mysterious sounds, the ridiculous amount of missing person reports that we get from you. You thought we'd never noticed?"

"'We'? Are you... oh, God..."

"You're right, punk. I'm a cop. And with or without a badge, I'm bringing you scumbags down.", Rick said and pulled the phone's plug out, silencing the other man.

Phone Guy was sitting in his armchair, thinking about what to do next.

"Oh, who am I kidding? I need to go there and stop him somehow. But... but how?"

"Remember what they taught you, Rick.", the night guard muttered to himself. He had a nightstick and a flashlight ready. He entered the Show Stage and noticed the three animatronics, standing there. One could think that they were completely turned off, but suddenly, they all opened their eyes at the exact, same moment. Something must've triggered the Stage's mechanisms, since Freddy and the other two started dancing awkwardly, with the music coming out of them, as well as out of the speakers.

"We're here to sing and play

with lots of children every day.

We're the band that you all love

the band you are so fond of.

Everything here can be fun

today's concert is now done."

"Hmm... well, that seems child friendly."

Suddenly, the animatronics started twitching, their eyes became bloodshot and mucus started coming out of their mouths.

"We're here to scream in fright

during another dreadful night.

We're far more than what you think

not a bunch of lifeless things.

Nothing can end our pain

all this struggle is in vain."

"Hmm... well, nothing suspicious here."

He said and looked away.

"Wait a minute... rabbits and bears can't coexist in peace. They're natural foes. These things are haunted! I knew it! I knew this place would save my career. They all said 'oh Rick, you're unfit to be a cop, oh Rick, you shot, like, 9 civilians back there'. Well, what was I supposed to do? This was a really big sandwich incident."

He went on to check the restrooms. There were some inhuman moans coming out of there. He raised the nightstick and slowly entered the room, checking stalls one at a time.

He finally reached the last one, which seemed to be the source of the noise. He slowly opened the door.

There was a young man there, vomiting violently into the toilet.

"Sir, are you okay?", Rick asked with professional tone.

"I... I think so...", the other man said, only for another wave of vomit to shoot out from his mouth.

"Is it something you ate?"

"Nah..."

"Then what is it?", Rick asked.

"This toilet is so disgusting and its smell makes me sick."

"Why don't you get out of here, then?"

"I can't, I'm vomiting."

Rick decided to leave the man be.

Phone Guy was already at the pizzeria, ready to open the door. He pulled out his phone dialed TJ's number in.

"Whassup, dawg?"

"TJ, I need an advice. Do you know any way I could get rid of a cop?"

"... saying 'racist' usually does the trick."

"That won't work for me."

"Is the cop white?", TJ asked.

"Yeah."

"Then say 'homophobe'".

"I'm not gay."

"He won't believe that, you man-juice sucker."

Phone Guy hunged up and opened the door. He had to deal with this himself.

As soon as he opened the door, somone hit him in the face with a nightstick, knocking him on the ground.

"You're under arrest, you damn, dirty criminal! You think you can come here, try to steal from these people and possibly hump their chicken?", Rick asked. "Well, not on MY watch."

"Ouch... I work here. I'm the guy who called you before."

"Well. Then you can help me investigate. This alone will shorten your sentence by 6 months."

"Sir, I assure you...", Phone Guy said and got up back on his feet. "... that our establishment is dedicated to family fun and above all, safety. There's nothing shady going on."

"That's for me to judge, you Phone Punk. Everyone in this world is a possible criminal."

"Even you?", Phone Guy asked.

"Even me.", Rick said and seemed to have some sort of sudden realization. He took off his handcuffs and, with great agility, handcuffed himself.

"Now I won't be going anywhere, me damn, dirty criminal.", the night guard said with satisfaction. "Now, show me every room in the pizzeria, and I mean every single one. Every hidden storage, basement, everything."

"Sir, there are no..."

"No talking to the prisoner!", Rick yelled. "Now go."

As they were walking towards the kitchen, Phone Guy said "You're not... all there, right?"

"What have I told you about talking with prisoners?", Rick, still handcuffed, said.

Phone Guy sighed. "Officer... you're not... all there, right?"

"Well... I might not be... "all there"... whatever this idiom means... but I catch all the damn, dirty criminals in this city. Now move, or I'll hit you again and rub dirt in those rat eyes of yours."

"Isn't that a police brutality?"

"If you don't have a camera, it isn't. Besides, keep going. Just don't think of visiting that red wolf of yours."

"He's not a wolf, he's a fox."

Foxy started running through the corridor and finally reached the Office. As it was empty, he ran back to the Pirate Cove. Needless to say, it was empty as well. Foxy ran to the Office again and continued to do so until accidentaly, he bumped into Bonnie, who was passing by. Both animatronics fell on the ground and stayed there for the rest of the night.

Phone Guy pointed at the door leading downstairs.

"Here's the basement.", Phone Guy said. "It's usually locked becasue of..."

"You know who else has basements? CRIMINALS!"

"What? Sir, I assure you this a 100% legal establishment."

"For all I know, you could be cooking meth in here.", Rick said. "For all I know, you could be doing it RIGHT NOW."

"What? But I'm here.", Phone Guy said with confusion.

"Crime is everywhere, boy. And criminals have their ways."

A low pitched laughter vibrated through the corridors.

Suddenly, Freddy's hands appeared out of darkness and grabbed Rick by the arms. The policeman tried to reach for his gun, only to drop it on the floor. Freddy then stared his way to the Backstage, ignoring the Phone Guy.

"Grab my gun!", Rick yelled.

"What? Do you realise how expensive these are?", Phone Guy said. Then again, no matter how batshit insane Rick was, he was still a human being.

"I'll find a way.", Phone Guy said and, just in case, picked up Rick's gun.

He looked around and noticed Freddy's microphone. He must've dropped it right before he grabbed Rick.

"What is he going to do with me?!", the night guard yelled.

"Don't worry, he'll only try to stuff you into a suit!", Phone Guy said.

"Why shouldn't I worry about that?!"

"Didn't you want to find out about all the dirty secrets?", Phone Guy asked sarcastically.

He grabbed the microphone from the ground and ran after Freddy.

"Hurry!", Rick yelled.

Phone Guy stuffed the microphone into the joint of animatronic's knee. Freddy stopped in place, then fell on the ground, dropping Rick and knocking the Phone Guy.

"I'm gonna be so screwed when the manager sees it.", Phone Guy said.

"Well, at least you did something good... CRIMINAL!", Rick said and with one, swift movement, pulled out his spare handcuffs and handcuffed the surprised Phone Guy, making him drop the gun.

"What?! I've just saved your life, you bastard!"

"I didn't need any help. Now, we're gonna visit the stage and you'll help me look for meth bags inside those other animatronics. I'm pretty sure there might've been meth bags inside. Or dead prostitutes. Or both."

Suddenly, the lights went on, indicating that the clock finally showed 6 am.

However, just as suddenly, someone kicked down the doors and several police officers came into the building.

"Give up Sera, we got you surrounded!", one of them yelled. "Let the hostage go!"

"What's going on?!", Phone Guy said.

Two officers came over to Rick, still pointing their guns at him and replaced his handcuffs with their own.

The others helped Phone Guy get up and took of the handcuffs. Phone Guy recognized the man who yelled to Rick to give up as the local commissioner, Jonathan Crest.

"Commissioner, what's going on here?", Phone Guy asked with confusion.

"Rick Sera is a wanted escapee from the mental institution. He used to be a cop, but one day he just lost it.", Crest explained. He was an older guy, experienced and trusted by the local community. "He escaped from the mental asylum and resumed all sorts of fake identities, getting menial jobs and trying to prove that every single one of his work places is a crime lair. Thankfully, he got sloppy last time and we managed to find him before anyone got hurt."

"I saw it! I saw it all! I can see it all clearly now! The animals with blood coming out of their eyes! The red fox with razor sharp teeth! The weird sounds and sightings!", Rick yelled.

"He's clearly insane.", Commissioner said and officers took the struggling man away in a straightjacket. "I mean, afterall, isn't Freddy Fazbear's Pizza a quiet, friendly establishment?", he asked and looked at Phone Guy. There was something in his eyes that Phone Guy didn't like.

"Yeah. Of course.", he said. He had a feeling that this wasn't the last time he saw the commisioner.