As soon as Marcus made it back to his home, he sprinted up to his room and began to pack.

He was going to go back to the abandoned pizzeria to meet back up with Bonnie, he still had a ton of questions he wanted to ask him.

But first, he had to find a reasonable excuse to get out of the house, as sneaking out late at night really did a number on him, whether or not he wanted to admit it.

He finished packing, slid his bag under his bed and began to think. He could claim to be going over to Jackie's for a bit, but both mothers were good friends so that would backfire pretty quickly…

After running through several more scenarios, each with a worse outcome than the last, he decided that simple was best, he opened up his bedroom window and placed the bag outside.

He then made his way to the front door, and mustering up all the boredom he could channel said:

"I'm going out for a walk, see you later!"

"Okay." His mother shouted from further in the house. Looks like she bought it.

And with that, Marcus left the house, quickly jogging to the side to pick up his bag, then making his way back to the old abandoned Pizzeria.

He arrived there after fifteen minutes of walking, knocking on the door adamantly. After a few moments of silence, the door creaked open, a single red eye staring out.

Once Bonnie saw that it was Marcus, he opened the door all the way and ushered Marcus in. Marcus wasted no time walking in, practically shoving the flyer in the robots face.

Bonnie grabbed the flyer and quickly skimmed it's contents. "What?" He asked, stunned.

"That's what I want to know. Why would someone be looking for you?" Marcus asked.

"I wish I knew." Bonnie replied, re-reading the letter over and over again. "Everyone should be gone."

Marcus thought for a moment, then asked. "Should we call the number?"

Bonnie looked at Marcus, if he was capable of moving more of his face, he would look betrayed.

"I'm serious, we might be able to get some information, or throw them off." Marcus argues.

"Well… So long as they can't figure out where we are. I guess it's ok." Bonnie says, still unsure about the idea, but curious as to who was looking for him.

Marcus pulls out his phone and begins dialing the number. "Who knows, it might be someone who can help you finally rest."

The phone begins ringing, and Marcus and Bonnie wait with anticipation. After 4 rings, someone picks up.

"Hello?" The voice asks, the voice sounds very much like an answering machine, robotic and almost static.

"Um hi. I was *ahem* calling about your posters." Marcus lowers his voice to make it sound not like him, he only succeeds in making his voice sound like a poor imitation of a grown-up.

The man on the other end sighs. "This is another prank call, isn't it?"

Marcus drops the voice, not wanting to lose this lead.

"Uh, no. I was actually calling because I've been noticing a strange figure in the woods behind my backyard late at night. I think it might be this 'animatronic' you mentioned."

"I see… Well, what was with that impression you were attempting then?" The man still seems skeptical

"Well, I thought that if I sounded young, that you'd dismiss my account, like my parents did."

"On the contrary, it would be more believable for this situation." Marcus can't tell if the voice was being genuine, or was now making fun of him.

"Well, I wanted to ask you about this animatronic. What's going on with it?" Marcus asks.

"Ah, well you see… I'm a... enthusiast of sorts. I have all sorts of freddy fazbear memorabilia. I have so far found every animatronic, except the original Bonnie."

"Oh, well, what do you plan on doing with him?" Bonnie moves his hand back and forth by his neck, but Marcus presses on with the call.

"Ah, well, I would refurbish him." The voice says.

"...And then what?" Marcus asks.

"...I take it you've done more than just see him." The voice comments, almost smugly. Bonnie puts his head in his hands.

"I uh…" Marcus stammers.

"You can relax, I understand if you are worried about him. That's… Fair. I've done my research and I may have something to help him. If you would trust me, I would like to arrange a meeting."

"How do we know we can trust you?" Bonnie says, approaching the phone.

"Ah, so you two are together right now, Good!" The voice says in forced enthusiasm "Well… I'm not sure. Wait, aha! I've got it. On the back of Bonnie's neck there should be initials. Read those."

Bonnie and Marcus look at each other, Marcus shrugs and Bonnie turns around and leans back so Marcus can see the back of his neck.

"Don't tell them to me, but let me know when you see them." The collector says as Marcus closely examines the area around Bonnie's neck.

After a bit of looking, he sees two small letters on the lip of the hole in Bonnie's mascot torso. A.R.

"Alright, I'm looking at them." Marcus says.

"Alright, the initials are A.R. Which stands for Afton Robotics. It's the name of the company that built the animatronics, a shady company for sure." The voice responds.

"How does that prove we can trust you?" Marcus asks.

"Because, There's an A.R. on the back of my neck too."