The Missing 5th Child

By: Lovely girl 10

Disclaimer: I don't own the FNAF characters. The only thing I own is Vixey.

Full Summary:(This is a theory I had in my mind a long time ago.) Vixey has been plagued with nightmares as she relives what happened at the Pizzeria when the Missing Children Incident occurred. After completing a dare to stay at the burnt down Fazbear Frights, Vixey now has to worry that she angered the spirits of the 4 missing children, who haven't moved on after one of their own vanished from the group. More curious than afraid, Vixey heads back to the burnt attraction and attempts to find some more clues, however the ghosts might have other ideas in keeping her stuck in the building with them. (A/N: This story is an alternate universe and it will be a little bit different from the original. Originally I had this story focus on the trilogy before FNAF 4 and Sister Location. The story will include Drawkills. For those of you who have once favorited the story and for those who are new, I once thought about cancelling the story but then I decided to just revise the story so that it is more focused on the horror aspect. Whether you guys decide to review or not remains up to you if you want to see what my alternate version of the story of the Missing Children Incident is like.)

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Prologue

Freddy Fazbears Pizza was considered to be one of the very best places where kids can have fun and enjoy themselves. The children would love to play around in their favorite place in the whole world and love dressing up like their favorite characters. But that was before the Missing Children's incident and the Bite of '87. Not that I can blame them for the events that happened, but I think the employers had something coming to them from a mile away.

When those events took place at the pizzeria, the staff and the customers learned a terrifying secret that they did not want to know. The animatronics were possessed by the ghosts of the five missing children. As the years passed, many people claimed that the restaurant was haunted; others thought that the robots were acting out on their own without any possession from the ghosts. The employees tried to deny the claims but it didn't work out in their favor. It is said that if someone were to go into the restaurant in the nighttime, the night guards were never heard of again. Only a few lucky souls had made it out and lived to tell the tale. My father among the survivors.

Some people were concerned about was how come the robots started being hostile toward the adults and how they remain friendly to children of all ages. Not a single thought passed in their mind of what became of the five missing children. Six, if they bothered to count the one child who got murdered when the restaurant was just a diner. I heard stories that it was a little girl who was accidentally shut out and left to die in the rain outside of the restaurant.

From what I know about ghosts, they either stick around until their unfinished business is cleaned up or they have a vendetta against someone and they will stay there and haunt that person until he or she dies.

I have some ghosts that seem to love torturing me beyond my imagination. They mainly love to taunt me in my nightmares, and I just don't know how to make them stop. Which is probably why I seem to have a curious outlook of Fazbear Frights, not only am I tortured with the nightmares of the place where the restaurant once was, but I feel like I have more to do with the place than I thought.

I desire answers to the nightmares, and nothing will stop me from achieving that goal. The robots are going to have to take a back seat for this one.

Chapter 1-Survive the Night

First things first, I have never once been terrified of the dark. I will be honest, I am not scared of the dark personally it is what's in the dark that makes my hair stand on ends. And what better place to make me face down my little phobia than go to an abandoned horror attraction that doesn't let very much light in. Throw in a burnt down attraction building to the mix and you got yourself a perfect excuse to face your fears.

To put it bluntly, I agreed to stay at Fazbear's Fright for the night just to show my friends that there is nothing spooky or haunted about the place. It all started one day while I was hanging out with my friends in the park and Ken, whom is a very big fanatic about the news or advertisements that show up in the newspapers, decides to inform us all about what he claims is a horrible tragedy to a legendary place.

"My mom used to go to that place when it was a Pizzeria." He said.

"Uh, Ken, you do know that nobody here cares about what happened to the old Pizzeria right?" Katie told in a bored tone while fluffing up her hair. "Nobody has been there in ages."

"My mom did care about the place before they closed it down." Ken defended his statement. "Just because you are old enough to go somewhere more mature doesn't mean that you can freely loose interest in one of the restaurants you went to as a kid. There is a saying that says "You can be old for a lot of things, but you are never too old to be a kid at heart."

I was not keen about the idea of a horror attraction burning down in the flames, yet I remain calm in light of the conversation. "So Fazbear's Fright burned down just because of faulty wiring? Big deal. It looks ridiculous anyway."

"I wouldn't say that if I were you, Vixey." Ken warned, shaking his head at me. "The new employers were really excited to get started with the production, but luckily no one except one person got hurt in the burned down attraction."

"Oh yeah," James said as he overheard our conversation. He was walking along minding his own business until he heard us. "I heard that the night-guard who was working there died in the building trying to keep the ghosts away."

"There are no ghosts James." I told him. He and I both knew that there is no such things as ghosts, but sometimes he tries to get me scared by merely mentioning that supernatural creature. I am not scared of ghosts. "The night-guard probably just goofed up in there and did something in there to set the place on fire."

James shakes his head. "That is not what I heard. It is said that some ghosts haunt the horror attraction."

I denied him again in a firm voice. "There is no such thing as ghosts, James."

"Then prove it Vixey." He challenged in a teasing manner. "Or is 'the girl who is not scared of the dark' too scared to go in the abandoned place?"

"Are you daring me to go in there and see if I can catch the ghosts?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"I would like to see you try." He confirmed with a nod of his head. "If you manage to do exactly that I will stop bugging you about it."

"There is no way I am letting you do this dare by yourself, Vixey." Ken interjects, I can tell that he seems pretty spooked by the ordeal. "There is a monster in that place. A psycho killer robot is in there." Now that gave me second thoughts about the dare, but I didn't bother on commenting. I do not want anyone to know about my biggest fear that I purposely kept secret, that my biggest fear is Animatronic robots.

"Are you serious, Ken? You need to lay off of the Terminator movies. Robots can't kill a human being in real life." James argued in a teasing tone.

"Alright James, I will do the dare. Just don't expect me to give you photo's or audio tapes." I said, standing up on my feet and dusted off my silky ruby dress.

"Good, I bet that you will run out of there screaming by the end of the night." He made some poses with his arms on the side, pretending to act like a chicken and made noises. I couldn't help but chuckle at the effort.

"And I bet that I won't." I told him.

I was stubborn back then, and now that I am in the building, I wanted to go back in time and knock some sense into myself!

It is already midnight and I am standing in what remains of the office. The chair and the desk were burnt to a crisp. The windows leading to the hallway were completely shattered. Also thanks to the faulty wiring in the ventilation system, it clogged up the air to the point where there is nothing but dust and smoke. I had it in mind to bring a doctors mask to cover my mouth from the horrible stench. I try to keep my attention away from the damaged vents, but seeing as I have only until 6 A.M. until I am allowed back outside, I figured I should at least do some cleaning around this dump. I cleaned up the scraps on the floor first, making sure to watch out for the sharp points of the glass, and threw them in the garbage. I moved outside of the office to look around for any remaining souvenirs that the auction didn't get rid of from the days after when the place burnt down. Even though I have heard about the place, I never bothered to get into the details of what went on in that place. I refused to have anything to do with whatever is in here back when I was six years old. Besides, as soon as I am done with the dare, I don't need to come back here again.

No posters were up. The costumes and the box of knickknacks with the severed hands and heads of the characters the horror attraction aren't present. I checked my time on my cell phone and groaned over the fact that it is 1:50 A.M., I have been in here since midnight and I really wanted to be done with this place!

I can't deny that something about the horror attraction is setting me off. It is a feeling that drives me to try to find a way out, to get away from the nightmares that hide behind the corner. The only way I can describe this feeling is like you know that something bad is about to happen, yet it doesn't show its face until you let your guard down. I have had that ever since the nightmares came up. Nobody else but my mom knows what I am suffering from.

It started happening when I was just six years old and it hasn't stopped torturing me since that time. Ever since my father's death in the car accident, I have been dealing with a Nightmare disorder. Most of the time, the dreams don't make sense to me because they get jumbled up in a big heaping pile like a deck of cards. Some of my dreams consist of a mysterious murderer in a purple suit hiding in the shadows as he hunted me down, others show me something that I don't want to see. The Animatronics. Anthropomorphic animal robots. Out of all of my nightmares, I fear and despise them the most. Which is why I am pleased that I don't have to deal with them in the abandoned attraction. They, or I should say, their remains, have probably been sold off in the auction along with all of their stuff.

I continued to walk around the place, glancing from one side to the other as I study the rooms. The tiles on the floor lost their natural color of black and white, changing it to a black and grey. Some of the wallpaper was just about ready to fall out of place. Going a bit farther, I don't see anything else from my search, so I turn around and start heading back to the office. Something in the hallway caught my attention as I stop and glance over to my right. Over by the two damaged arcade games, hiding behind them in the tightest spot that it could be is a teddy bear. Curious, I went over to where it is and attempt to reach for it. It wasn't enough, so I pulled on both of the arcade games as much as I could to make room for me to squeeze in there and get the toy. After I finally got the toy out of there, I rushed over to the office so that I can try to clean up the thing.

I brushed off most of the dust-mites from the little hat, speaker, and the dolls eyes. That was all I needed to do, the rest I can clean up when I get back home. I carried the doll in my right hand while my left went into one of the pockets in my travel pack to check my cell phone again for the time I can see that it is now past 2:00 A.M. "Can't time just fly faster in here?" I asked to myself, groaning at the clock.

I tense as soon as I heard my cell phone ring. I quickly checked it to see who would be calling me in the middle of the night. I narrowed my eyes when I noticed Cooper's number. With nothing else to do, I click the call button and hold it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hello Vixey, thank the heavens that you are still safe!" Cooper's voice answered through the phone. "You didn't do anything that could be a disaster for you? Like, um... attracting unwanted attention from what is inside of the building?"

"No. Why should I be worried about that?" I ask, relieving a sigh of boredom.

Cooper in my high school days was always the quiet one of the bunch, but whenever he figures out something that was trying to hide in plain sight, he makes it his mission to know every nook and corner to see if it was really dangerous or not. He is not much of a daredevil like I am but I love his sense of protectiveness when it comes to his friends. He gets that from his late uncle who once worked in the building when it was a restaurant. He sometimes kept things to himself and doesn't like to reveal any secrets that he possesses, even to the girls who are attracted to the handsome and silent boys like him. He is a good kid, I can give him that. "What is important is for you to get out of there."

I scoffed, "What are you even worried about, Cooper? There is nothing in this place that will 'get' me. Plus, I promised James that I will hold it out here until the morning to find a souvenir."

"Yes, I know that James wanted you to go into this place because he thinks that he will see if you are going to go through with the dare by sending you to a place where you might be less than likely to live for another day. I don't know what he told you about the place but even he knows there is something evil inside the building and he pranked you to fall for the trap by mistake." Cooper explained.

"James would never do that on purpose! There shouldn't be anything in here that managed to elude the auction a week ago." I deflected the statement he gave.

"There is something in there Vixey and you need to hone in your 'every man for himself' scenario! You need to get out of there pronto! Fazbear's Fright is extremely haunted, and according to some files I have here with me the ghosts are known to use the bodies of robots to do the dirty work for them. They will most likely try to come inside of the office and kill you, and if you keep your guard up they will try to mess with your mind. For example, you will probably think that the hallway is the exit. I want you to stay focused and be on alert for anything. I could come over and try to help you, but I am afraid it would make things worse. Vixey, are you there?"

I didn't answer until later. I was really quiet throughout his speech, especially on the part with the robots. "Yeah, I just wasn't expecting you to give me advice like that."

"My other advice for you is this. You must not move from your spot during the night, okay? If you do move to another room or place, that will make it easier for the robots to track you down. It's a good thing that the cameras are fixed and refurnished to look good as new, you can use them to track any intruders that will try to come to you. That tactic makes the robots go a bit slower in their advancement toward you. Another thing you should use to your advantage is the audio tapes to confuse the robots into thinking you are in one room when in reality you are in the office. If you by chance escape from the place by morning, I will give you another call or come visit you to see how you are doing."

"Alright Cooper." I nod my head as I look around on the desk to see if I can find any device that is connected to the cameras. I managed to find an Ipad that is attached to the wall, I tested it out to see if it works and it does when I notice the pictures of the rooms I once went through. "See you later."

The call ended and I take a quick look at my phone to see the time. It is 2:55, just about five minutes close to three. Then that means I only have three more hours until six. I just need to keep myself busy and then I will be on my way back to my home. I check out the cameras and examine them as much as I could. Some of them are flickering in and out so much that I had to go to another spot on the camera to make it not mess with my head. Makes me wonder how come the employers didn't just get some new equipment for stuff like this. On the bottom corner of the Ipad there is two buttons, one of them I checked was the map for the vents and the other was the audio tape. Why these things didn't burn down with the place was beyond my explanation, although I think the employers tried to make the vents and the technology in here fireproof.

Curious about the audio, I clicked on it. I heard a little boy's voice calling, "Hi!", the sound echoes through the whole building. It felt odd that I recognize that voice from before, but I don't remember exactly where. The only thing I remember about it is in a nightmare I had. I remember seeing a little boy in front of me. He and I were alone in the dream with nothing else but the spotlights that are shining on us. The boy was nothing more than what I feared the most in the whole world; he was a robot. His painted smile never left his face, and his eyes opened to show me those hypnotic and demonic black eyes with white pupils. There was something about those eyes that set me off, making me want to cringe and back away from them. His voice didn't help much neither.

The Balloon Boy. I am not afraid of him, the one standing behind him in the darkness, that one I am deeply afraid of. I can tell that he is there because of the shadows moving around beside the boy. His glowing black eyes changed to amber and before I can take a breath, he lunges for me. I remember waking up before the fox robot even got the chance to hurt me in the dream. I was so busy thinking about my dream that I didn't see what came up in my screen while I was playing around with the voices on the tape. A figure of the Balloon Boy's head appeared, taking up room on the screen with its empty soulless eye sockets. I recognized that face. The Balloon Boys face, all burnt up like he was nothing but firewood. The makeup on his face is all gone, the eyes are not there, and the creepy smile is still present. This Pinocchio has seen better days.

I closed my eyes and looked away from the Ipad. "Please, do not come here." I whisper, panting softly. "I don't want to deal with you right now." I waited for a moment until I felt that it was safe for me to open my eyes again. Oh dang it! Standing right in front of me, fully looking at me straight in the eyes was Balloon Boy. I spoke, begging for him to reconsider his approach. "Please... Go away!"

Balloon Boys eyes narrowed, his smile stretched wide like he thinks that I am not the boss of him. His mouth made a cracking noise before he raised his plastic wooden hands up in the air, giving me a loud screech that made me jump a couple of feet from the desk. I waited for him to try to come at me again, but he vanished from my sight just as quickly as he arrived. Usually when something happened, I heard that the ventilation system goes haywire until someone would fix up what was damaged, but since the place burnt down, nothing blared out in a warning.

I took a couple of breathes just to calm myself down. "He's gone. Good, go find your balloons elsewhere." I warned him as I looked around to see if he was just waiting around the corner to get to me again. Thankfully, the little boy didn't show up. Now, what I saw on the other end of the Ipad when I checked on the rooms, something else was coming for me. A rabbit, but his color was hard to pick out from the flickering lights at the black and white backgrounds of the cameras. I can see that its body is severely damaged from years and years of neglect; some parts were tattered and torn, its insides were exposed in the cracks, a great portion of its right ear is missing with wires sticking out of the stump left behind. Its legs are stripped of its fabric, revealing its metallic endoskeleton mid-section. Is it endoskeleton or is that rotten flesh I see underneath its face? I had to resist the urge to puke by covering my mouth.

I didn't know what to make of it, but I had the strangest feeling that I know what that rabbit or person is capable of. As I keep watching him go from room to room slowly making its way to the office. Its fluid and smooth movements remind me of someone I know of in my nightmares. For a split second I could hear that insane laughter in my head, the voice of a madman. I still remember how this mysterious man was the one who tried to murder me in my dream. Only he was in a purple uniform with purple skin like a corpse.

I shake my head at what I was seeing in my head and quickly brought out my phone to check the time, seeing that it is only 3:25. I put it away and start looking around for anything that can help me if I am to be cornered in the office by that robot. Whatever it was, the last night guard did a poor job of getting rid of it. Flames will not slow it down, but something else should. I just have to find it. Nothing is present except the vent on the right side which I believe is where the robot will try to crawl in. I didn't want to go in there for fear of being covered in soot and dirt that has been collected in there for over the days it was abandoned, so I left it alone. I could seal them off and try to buy myself some time, but as far as I know, the technology these days are very slow and incompetent in dire times. I'm not sure if I should mess with that.

When I turned my attention to the left side of the room, I tensed as soon as I locked my eyes on the damaged bunny. It was peeking from behind the edge of the opening to the office, staring at me dead in the eyes. It's pale glowing gray eyes are closed halfway and its robotic smile is not very comforting to look at. I clutch the Ipad tightly and give the robot a glare of my own, daring him to mess with me as I waited for it to make its move. When the room began to darken, I realized that the gold bunny (at least I presume that it is a gold bunny) was preparing to give me a fright. Although I fear of what it could do to me, I don't feel it necessary to give it the satisfaction. I'm not afraid of him.

The room began to lose its dark presence as I am greeted by the gold bunny walking straight toward me in a human-like fashion and gave a screech that sounded like a hiss. I didn't give it much time to finish its greeting as I wiggle the ventilation and audio system off its hinges and slam it as hard as I could into its face, giving it a good slap with the device in my hands.

"Oops!" I pretended to act like I made an accident as I smiled at the rabbit. "Did I mess that up for you?"

I do not wait to see if it has recovered from my attack, instead I easily run past him and went outside of the office, grabbing onto the doll tightly in my grip. "Sorry Cooper, but I need to get rid of that thing before it gets rid of me." I said to myself. I ran through the halls, making sure that I didn't trip or miss anything that is on the ground. I felt that I had done this sort of act before but I can't place where exactly I remember doing this in. All I just know is that I can't let the rabbit get me.

"Hide if you want. It did not save the others. It will not save you." The mechanical voice of the gold rabbit spoke behind me as I kept running through the halls. "I can taste the fear in your breath."

I didn't doubt for a second that this robot thought that he would win in getting me to submit to my fears. I didn't even think that I would have to deal with a male robot in an abandoned horror attraction. "If you want my fear, come and get me you mangy rabbit!" I call from behind me. I almost bumped into one of the walls in front of me, slowing me down before I picked up my speed again. Whoever made those walls really wanted somebody to experience the pursuit of a psychopathic robot who would love nothing more than to crush your throat.

I just about made it to the exit at the end of the hallway until the gold bunny appeared in front of it. For a second I wondered how he even got to me this fast before I turned my gaze to the floor, seeing an entrance to a vent that was on the other side of the building. I scolded myself that I didn't think to seal the vents before I ran. The bunny's facial expression is hard to describe, I can't tell whether he is looking at me in amusement because I failed to get away from him in time, or in confusion. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he took a thorough look at me while I was searching around the place for a weapon to defend myself with.

"I will make you suffer… Suffer like so many of the others." Gold Bunny chuckled.

"It looks to me that you are the one who is suffering gold bunny." I interrupt. "The fire has not been kind to you. You are missing a lot of pieces to your suit." The pelvis and the hip are the most noticeable parts that he is missing. Some rips and tears, here and there, among other things and I am still not sure of why the employers thought it was a good idea to use him for the attraction. If I were them, I'd throw him away and not salvage him. Besides, this bunny is not going to be a walk in the park.

The Gold Bunny was not impressed with me standing up to him as he leans his head like he was going to get into my face. "You… Will… Fear… Me!"

I shake my head at him, while backing away slowly. I could use the old arcade games to put some weight in slowing him down and use my little remote control to insert computer virus' in his system. "Fear is only a four letter word mister, all that will matter is whether we give in to it or fight it. And I choose the later." Before I could say anything else, he went into attack mode and lunged for me.

(Somewhere deep inside of the horror attraction)

The 4th Child waited for what seemed like a very long time as he slept in his host body for comfort, trying to sleep soundlessly in the dark before he woke up to the sounds of crashes and bangs that came from outside of the room he and his friends are locked in.

The 1st Child and the others were still asleep, the 4th Child expected as much because they were more used to sleeping with all of the noise that goes on about in the dark. Then again, they have been dozing off in their duties ever since the Purple Guy was killed inside of the Spring Bonnie suit. The 1st Child claimed that since that their murderer is suffering in his misery of being tricked to get into the suit, he and the others would just need to relax and let loose. However, the 4th Child, 1st Child, and the 3rd Child knew that the Purple Guy would not be taken down that easily. In order to make sure that the murderer didn't get what he wanted by killing anyone who comes into the old restaurant, the three children were on watch for him throughout the countless nights as phantoms of their robotic selves. They have been so used to being inside of the suits that they became the characters that they adored. They kept up the charade until the murderer decided to return to the pizzeria, thinking that he was going to destroy them for good and get them to move on so that they can stop haunting him in his dreams. That was thirty years ago.

The 1st Child thought that by burning the whole building to the ground with his new host body it would for sure destroy the man who killed them. It didn't succeed, and to add insult to injury the former employees of the horror attraction had sold almost all of their merchandise to anyone who would buy them. But the only good part of the whole thing was that in their greed and pride in getting rid of the merchandise, they forgot to get rid of the horror attraction counterparts of the famous Freddy Fazbear crew. The 4 Missing Children thought that since Purple Guy managed to dismantle the bodies they possessed, they wouldn't be able to possess anything else but a couple of useless furniture, but when the horror attraction employees were building the new bodies from the scraps they found, the children were very pleased by the new looks. The only thing that didn't complete the horror attraction crew was the absence of Golden Freddy, to which the children were a bit forlorn over having one of their friends missing in action.

Just thinking about the missing Golden Freddy suit made the 4th Child miss the one person who he wanted to play with for the rest of his life; The 5th Child. He always wondered where his little pirate buddy went off to. He missed her deeply, more than she would ever know, and the sad part was that she doesn't even want to be with him anymore. Why did she have to leave him and her friends? He understood that he must have done something that was either harsh or gut-wrenching but he didn't think that it would make her not want to show her face to her friends again. But he had a job to do by killing the other night-guards so that they can lure the Purple Guy to them. He wondered why she had to side with the adults instead of standing by him. It didn't matter anymore, he had made his choice to side with the Puppet and she made her decision by standing with the adults.

Above all of the 4 Missing Children who still wish and wait for their little friend to come back and join them, the Puppet despised the 5th Child the most because of her insubordination in her cause. None of the other children ever dared to cross challenge her but the 5th Child. The Puppet blamed the ghost child for a couple of things, mainly for her being soft to the adults, her views of the adults being good people, but she also blames her for leaving them in the situation they are in right now.

They were stuck. Denied of moving on. Even after they had done all that they had done to catch their murderer, they are still stuck.

When the Puppet figured out what went wrong, she fumed over the fact that the 5th Child was the one who caused the mess that they are in. Perhaps she presumed that the ghost child planned for this all along and that she would much rather see them suffer than let them move on. But as much as she would like to blame the 5th Child for the mess they are in, the Puppet didn't really know what was going on when the 5th Child went back down to Earth when they were moving on. The other ghost children didn't know either.

The 4th Child decided to leave his body for now and blended into the shadows to see what the ruckus was, following the sounds as his shadow form flowed across the walls at a slow and steady speed. He knew the hallways and the rooms like the back of his black ghostly hand. The sounds have stopped for the moment only to be replaced by something else the child didn't think would come to pass. He could hear the triumphant yells of a young woman and the grunts of the robotic being whom the 4th Child recognized to be Springtrap.

"Thought you could scare me bunny boy?" The woman's voice taunted the robot in a statement. "Now how about I take out your old parts and feed them to the dump!"

The shadow child looked a bit surprised at that statement, he had never heard of a girl acting so tough to the big bad murderer. He heard a couple of crashes and bangs before he could now see the young woman's shadow. She is backing away from Springtrap while her right hand went over to pull out a small shard of glass from the window that is sharp and pointy like a handheld knife. In a split second when Springtrap lunges for an attack, the girl raised her weapon in front of her and begins attacking back at the robot. Her slashing attacks made it more difficult for Springtrap as she slices off his hands and stabs him in the legs. The 4th Child was kind of impressed on the entertainment he was getting from watching his murderer get a taste of his own medicine.

The young woman scoffed as she takes out the glass shard from the robots legs. "You won't be able to attack me if you are decapitated from head to toe."

"Got you!" Springtrap grabbed onto her right hand and laughs manically, think that he won. Only the woman grabbed onto his hand and stretched her one leg up to deliver a kick, breaking off the arm.

"What do you think I am supposed to be? A damsel in distress? Far from it!" The girl exclaimed in a superior tone of voice.

"Foxy, what do you think you are doing out here?" The 1st Child, or 'Freddy' as he is now called, snapped the 4th Child out of the trance.

The children call each other by either their new names or by the number of which they were killed in order. For Freddy's ghost spirit, he was killed first while Bonnie's ghost child was the second one to be killed. The 3rd Child and the 4th Child came afterword. The 4th Child looked back at his leader of the group and stared at his ghostly shadow form. There isn't much to the children's looks after when they passed away; all that is left of them is a shadow of what they looked like back when they were alive. Each of the children had something that stood out to them in the shadows; the 1st Child had a couple of bangs could be noticeable when it flutters in the breeze and his broad shoulders, the 2nd Child had the messy wave of his hair stood on both sides of his head much like how he had them back when he still breathed, the 3rd Child still had her two ponytails and her braid in the back of her head and to make it more creepy she had her braids glow in the pinkish-purple color, the 4th Child still had his spiky hair pointing downward, and when the 5th Child was around she had her long hair and the huge bang hanging over her left eye like an eyepatch. "I can't always be on the lookout for you when you do things like this. We already drove away the adults just by burning the whole building and leaving them with nothing but the antiques to sell. We can't bring attention to ourselves right now, not until we get out of here."

"You know as well as I do that we can't go anywhere until all of our business is settled once and for all." The 4th Child sneered.

"Then tell me what else there is to be done because all I see is nothing for us to do but sit by and watch as we are being ignored for other things like concerts and movies." The 1st Child stated, slapping his face in disgust at his friend. "And what is our murderer doing over there that is gaining your attention Foxy?"

"Some girl who believes that she is going to beat him up." The 4th Child answered with a grim look on his face and he turned his attention back at the dancing shadows of the girl and the robot.

"Now are you going to stand aside and let me through, or are you thirsty for more pain, you mangy rabbit?" The young woman's voice shouted again in a threatening tone.

"Tis but a scratch." Springtrap sneered at her.

"You call that a scratch?!" Now it sounds like she was insulted by what he said. "Your whole arm is off!"

"No matter what I look like, I am going to rip out your skin and bones and crush them so hard that you will have to be stuck in a wheelchair for weeks-" Springtrap could not finish his sentence as the young woman's shadow pressed something to make him shut down. His body, while it is still standing, slumped forward.

"Hah! A computers biggest weakness! Windows XP! Well, it's been fun bunny boy; hope you have learned your lesson." The girl said as she begins to leave the area.

The 1st and 4th Child moved to the side and took a closer look. Just by looking at her backside, the children could tell that the young woman looks small in appearance but has a very healthy and athletic look to her. Her red hair had some loose hair in a braid. Her bright red strapless dress swayed from side to side with each step she took, her knee high socks had a couple of blood stains on them, probably from when she was beating up the old rabbit. Once she was about to leave the room, Springtrap sprung back up on his feet to try and attack her but he noticed too late that she slipped away from him by slamming the door the second he woke up. He cursed under his breath and before he could chase after her, she pressed what looks like a small remote and shut him down again.

"Better not forget this thing," The girl muttered as she quickly went back to get something from the other side of the hall. She carried something in her arms like how she would carry a baby as she wrapped up an old poster around it and left the room again. The two children didn't know what she was taking from the horror site, but they honestly didn't really care, they have seen that before right at the auction. But for the 4th Child, he had a different idea about what leaves and what stays at the horror site. He mainly likes to keep what he thinks is very precious to him and the rest of the children back when they were alive, whether it be the arcade games or the costumes, but he really wants to keep something else close to him that is more valuable to him than any arcade game or costume can offer him; the Golden Freddy plushie.

The doll isn't his to be precise; it once belonged to a friend of his, Ella was the owner of the doll. The doll may have been a toy but it held many memories of the good times the 4th Child and the 5th Child had together, from the day he rescued it from the 1st Child all the way to when they got murdered. Soon after he died and possessed Foxy, he made sure to keep the doll safe for her if she ever decided to come back to join him and the others. But as soon as he found her and tried to give the doll back to her, she said that she can't bear the sight of the doll anymore. He suspected that the doll reminded her of the murderer disguised as the very same bear that she loved dearly as a friend, scarring her for life.

Many years have passed, including the 30 years after when the Purple Guy got murdered, and she still hasn't returned for the doll. She still never returned to him after all that had happened.

The 4th Child wiped away the grey tears rolling down his ghostly face, trying to put that memory aside for now as he floated over to the place where he hid the toy in the horror attraction. When he got there, he immediately narrowed his eyes in confusion; his teeth showed a growl forming on his lips. The doll was gone! His eyes twitched in agitation and anger while holding back a screech. He vowed to find that doll and kill the unlucky fellow who would dare take what is the last remaining piece of his little pirate buddy. His clasped his fists as he quickly realized that perhaps the young woman who he and the 1st Child watched earlier on the sidelines was the one who stole the doll from him. It had to be her because no one else, not even Springtrap or the night-guard or the employees dared to look for the doll!

He disappeared from the room and reappeared in the office, hoping that the girl hasn't left the place yet. She wasn't there; the only thing she left behind in the office was the damaged Ipad that was used to watch over the place. He screeched so loud that it could reach the heavens, no one but the other children would hear it.

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(Vixey)

While I was walking out to the exit, I heard the most painful and anger inducing shriek from inside of the Fazbear Fright building. Did I just hear a child screaming? If so, should I go back inside to check it out? Probably not. I shrug my shoulders and think that I must have heard it wrong and walk back home. I check my cell phone to see the time and it says 5:59 A.M.

I figured that should be close enough for me to win the dare and I carefully unwrap the poster to take a peek at the teddy bear I found. It's not every day you find a gold teddy bear. Once I found my way back home, I decided to sleep and catch up on my bedtime until eleven in the morning.

As soon as I got my nap done, I heard my mom's voice saying that my friends are here and they entered my room. "So what did you think of the old horror attraction, Vixey? Was it too scary?" Ken asked me after when I got myself comfortable on the bed, his bright brown eyes filled with curiosity while he rubbed his groomed blond hair to the side of his face.

"The old dump you call an attraction did not scare me one bit, Ken." I answered, giving off a prideful smile. "I handled it just fine, though I suppose if the employers wanted a scary attraction, they could have done more instead of making it look like you are walking down memory lane. Want another cup of root beer?" Ken nodded as I poured him another glass of one of our favorite drinks we liked back when we were in high school.

"I bumped into Cooper while I was walking over to your home. He sounded pretty concerned for your well-being and wanted to make sure that you were safe." Ken said as I can hear the music from outside my bedroom. My mom is a big fan of hosting parties that usually are for the charities she works with around town. Whether it be feeding the poor kids in different countries that couldn't get very much food, or giving clothes to those who don't have any, or even giving schools the knowledge and education they need to include music and arts in their school area. My mom is the kind of woman who wants to make every person she encounters happy with what they have and she does so without hesitation.

"Cooper called me last night while I was doing the dare," I mentioned, taking a small sip from my drink. "I told him that I would be fine and that he shouldn't worry."

"To be honest, if I was in his shoes, I would be worried about how you would handle being in a scary place like Fazbear's Fright." Ken said, heaving a sigh. "Although he kind of reminds me of his late uncle who used to work at a place like that and he died while he was working over there."

I know very little about Cooper's late uncle. In fact, Cooper decided that since he lost his uncle in some sort of accident he didn't want to talk about him for fear of reliving the memory of him being gone from this world. Cooper was only a toddler when it happened. "What do you know about Cooper's uncle working at a place like Fazbear's Fright?"

"He worked at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza," Ken corrected with a snap of his fingers. "That is all that I can remember because my father was kind of a close neighbor to him before he married my mom and moved out of the neighborhood. He was devastated when he heard that his old friend passed away." He shook his head, "We don't even know what caused his sudden death. Dad suspected that it might be a heart attack, mom says he died of a car accident while at work, but I don't really know."

"I do," I hear Cooper saying as he enters my bedroom and takes a seat right on my bed. I almost jumped when I heard him speak, but I calm down at the sight of him. His fierce green eyes and his short wavy black hair are still the same since the day we graduated from school. He has his old calculator t-shirt from his days as a Junior at school and his dark blue jeans still fit his athletic form real nicely. "I believe that somebody murdered him while he was at work."

"Get real, Cooper! Nobody around here would ever commit something as bad as that. Everybody knows everybody in this town so there really isn't anything to go on about." Katie came into the room to shush up my friend, brushing off one of her loose blond bangs out of her face. She readjusts her long ponytail in the back of her head as she just stands in the middle of the room with her dark black jeans and her white t-shirt with a picture of a skull surrounded by jewels.

Cooper replied in a challenging tone. "Then do you have a better idea of what my uncle died from?" When Katie didn't come up with an alternative way of backing up her claim, Cooper scoffed. "Just like I thought. You only wanted to bring me down by turning what I know to be the truth into a lie. I know your endgame, Katie, so don't try to pull anymore tricks on me!" I couldn't blame him, sometimes without meaning to, Katie is best known to manipulate the truth and mix it up with whatever gets inside of her head to turn it into a made up story. She prefers to be the most emo one of our group whereas Ken is the one to provide knowledge and James is the brawn, and I am the daredevil. Cooper, even though he is my friend, doesn't want any part of the group, mainly because he can't stand James and Katie's opinions about lots of things. He maybe is the more cautious one of my group of friends but I am stubborn when it comes to keeping friendships until they give me a reason to leave.

"Um, guys!" Ken coughs to interrupt the heated glares that Cooper and Katie are locked on in. "Let's just skip the whole drama act of 'what killed Cooper's uncle' and get back to what is more important here. Anyway, Vixey, did you by chance find anything that you brought back from the place?"

I nod and point to the end of my bed where my pillows are and showed them the withered yellow bear doll that I found in the attraction. "It seemed to be proper in getting it out of the place so that I can clean it up and give it away to someone who really needs a stuffed toy."

"Not to be sentimental or anything, but I personally think it belongs in the trash." Katie told me as she and the others took a look at the doll. "It's all dusty and not at all fluffy anymore."

"I will get something to clean it up and you can tell me if it belongs in the trash or not when it is clean as a whistle." I replied as I held it almost protectively in my arms. I don't know why but there is something about the doll that is making me feel like it is my responsibility to make sure that it is safe. Perhaps I am just growing soft in seeing something as cute as a toy with those big eyes and fluffy arms and legs. I used to have that with all of my stuffed zoo animal toys, mostly my old monkey and giraffe toys. I also liked playing with stuffed puppies and kitties when I was little. The only toys I am wary of are the farm animal ones and the nature ones. I am okay with some of those animals, but there are only four animal toys I don't ever want to play with. Out of the farm animal toys, I disliked the chicken and the rabbit toys, and in the nature ones I don't go for the stuffed bears and the foxes.

"I just want Freddy Fredbear to look his best." I add. But then I wondered why did I even say that. Where did the name 'Freddy Fredbear' come from? I shake my head, trying to forget about that name but it keeps popping up.

"Is that honestly all you could find at the horror attraction?" I heard James' voice as he came inside my room to join the conversation. "You could do better than that silly little thing." I look up to see his shining blue eyes and his short brown hair, I always wish to get lost in them, but I narrowed my eyes in confusion over what he said. I have a little crush on James ever since we were in high school and he never showed interest in me even after graduation. He was married to his own little world, focusing on his big dream of being an explorer and willing to live in the wilderness like on Survivor. He and I formed the group together in order to see who can out-dare the other by doing things that no one else would be brave enough to handle. Katie has shown a dislike of me being with James on occasions when we were alone planning out the dares, and I think she sometimes tries to make it seem like James would not be interested in me. I think she is probably jealous and she isn't brave enough to tell him how she feels yet. I am not brave either in trying to tell him how I feel about him. Each time when I try, it is like the words can't come out from my mouth. I fall silent when I get nervous.

"Then what did you expect me to get? There was nothing else salvageable to find in there that I found interesting." I ask.

James waved off my statement like it meant nothing special. "What I mean to say is that instead of keeping a toy doll, you could have gone for something else that is far more fearsome and dangerous in the horror attraction. How about for tonight, you can go back in there and put the doll back where you found it, then you can go look around and steal something else?" He smirked.

I felt Cooper touching my right shoulder and walked right up to James, a sneer on his face. "No! It is not safe for her to go back in there anymore! I believe you failed to hear what happened over there in the middle of the morning." He turned to me. "The demolition workers got brutally murdered over there just as soon as you left the place."

"Big deal, Phone Boy! People get murdered all the time." Katie says, unamused, sitting at my desk with a bored expression on her face.

Ken shakes his head at her. "I believe Cooper on this one guys. It doesn't look like an ordinary murder by human hands. Those people I saw in the news that got killed were burned to ashes, stabbed in the throat, crushed, or bitten hard on the head."

I stood still while looking at the boys, my eyes wide in shock. Chills came up my spine as I imagined all of those people being murdered by some sort of evil being of immense power. I suspect that the one who could have done it is the yellow bunny, but then I thought that he couldn't possibly do it with only one arm and he wouldn't get very far with my Windows XP virus I sent into his computer system to slow him down. He would be out from my list of suspects. But who could be at the horror attraction to commit the murders? I just hope to the heavens above that it would not be... Them. Just thinking that it would be them makes me shake a little bit in fright.

James grunted, already tired of the argument. "Fine! I'll go in there! We will ALL go in there together. Whoever is in there would not think about taking on all of us together!"

Ken shook his head at his friend. "No way James! Do you want us to get killed by those monsters?" If I wasn't so scared to move my head up and down I would have agreed with him.

"Will you just quit that Ken! There is no such thing as-" James stopped himself, sighing in disappointment. " If you guys are too much of a chicken to go in there, I'll go in there with Vixey into the horror attraction." I couldn't help but smile in pride.

"I'll go with James as well." Katie pronounced as she gets close enough to lay her head on his left shoulder, trying to ignite my jealously, but I don't rise to the bait.

"You guys can't leave me behind in all of the fun. I should go with you too." Ken caved in as he joined the others. He seemed to have relaxed the moment he knew that we were all going to go to that place together.

Cooper turned away from us, disgusted that we were doing something that he doesn't want us to do. "After all that has happened today, I thought that this would be enough to get you guys to stay away from that place! Good luck with getting out alive, you probably won't survive the night." He turns to leave the room, slamming the door behind him. I didn't hear what James and Katie had to say about the response Cooper gave us as I ran over to the doors and chased after him. I still haven't changed my clothes from when I was at the building last night.

He already turned off to one of the hallways. "Don't you even dare think about getting me involved in this, Vixey!" He sneered at me, even though he didn't turn to look at me. "You can't persuade me away from what I think about that place."

"You don't have to come and hang out with us if you don't want to." I say when I finally caught up to him, we both stopped right in the middle of the Living Room and just stood there for only a couple of seconds before we sit down on my mom's violet couch. "I can understand why you feel frightened over us going to the one place where the murders occurred, but that is only one time that has ever happened in a long time. It's not like whoever is doing the murders would strike again tonight."

"It will happen again, I just know that those creatures will strike again." Cooper says in defiance. "How can you even believe that nothing bad will happen to you when you don't even know what is going on over there? That place has been riddled with blood and gore ever since those incidents with the children and the Bite became a legend." He doesn't need to explain to me about all of that legend stuff that the Fazbear Fright attraction was trying to remind us of.

"That's all it is, a legend and nothing more." I reply. However much I want to believe that it is just a silly little legend, something in the back of my mind is trying to tell me different. I shut that thought out of my head as I shake my head. I want to tell him of all that I experienced last night, of Balloon Boy and the yellow bunny, but I just keep my mouth shut and push them to the back of my mind. "Nothing bad will happen to me, Cooper. I will return home after I return the gold bear doll back to where it belongs. After that, I will stay away from that place for good if it makes you feel better."

He shakes his head as he takes out his cell phone to look at whatever is on his screen. "It would make me feel better if you knew precisely what you are going up against first." He turns the phone to me. "Tell me exactly what you see in the photos from the murders. Study the fatal injuries and the marks on the bodies."

When he tapped on the screen to make it bigger, my eyes widened in sheer horror at the sight of the bodies. He and Ken were not joking at all. I choked out a gasp as I looked at the photos of the dead men lying on the floor. Some were piled up; others were discarded like they were nothing but garbage. Four men looked like they were stabbed repeatedly in the chest and head, another ten were burnt to a crisp like they couldn't escape the flames. Another three looked like they got crushed like a pancake and the other three had their throats or stomachs slit with some sort of huge knife. I couldn't understand how such horrible things could happen to those poor men, but I understood Cooper's warning. Some images go through my head in a very fast pace, some very strange yet familiar murders of the adults at a restaurant. I don't know what time or place it is at but I feel like I have seen and dealt with them before.

"All I see is a massacre." I answered honestly, trying to keep my breathing under control. I don't want Cooper to know how scared I was in facing what is probably waiting for me. "I promise I will make sure I stay alive long enough to return home. Besides, all I have to do is return the doll and get something else. How tough can it be?" I could feel that something in the back of my mind was telling me that it will be exactly what I don't want to happen.

The rest of the day passed by quickly. Nothing special was going on after when my mom got done with her work for the day so I left the house as early as 11:00 P.M. to meet up with my friends for our little trip inside of the horror attraction. I took a nap before I went out with my friends and I made sure to bring the gold bear with me as I held its paw with my right hand. When the horror attraction was within my sights I noticed that James, Katie and Ken have already started heading inside of the building. I catch up to them as quickly as I could, already feeling some sort of chill running up my spine as I approach the building. I thought it was odd that the building would give off some scary aura that is trying to tell me to stay away and run home. I pushed that out of my mind as I head inside.

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A/N: I changed a few things in the first chapter here and there and added in others that I thought would be good enough for the revised version.