-Mark (before capture)

      "I'm-I'm sorry, I need to go." I kept my gaze fixed on the ground to avoid the pained stare coming from Jack's sad blue eyes. Without even thinking, I ran out the door into the fresh air, feeling the wind whipping through my sweat soaked t-shirt and jeans. I didn't even know where or why I was running. All I knew was that I had to move. I had to make space between Jack and I, or else someone else could get hurt by me. I'm a monster, I thought bitterly as I picked up more speed. I continued a steady pace until I skidded to a halt at a large forest used for hiking to catch my breath. When I dared to look behind, I me I could barely see the tiny glowing speck that was Jack's house. I turned back around and was surprised to find a decaying brick building with no windows. Moss was gradually crawling its way up the wall and almost covering the double glass doors. Inside, the building was completely dark. I scanned the area in search of a sign or something to identify what the building was, but I found nothing other than more trees and the beaten trail I ran on to get where I was. "Won't hurt to take a peek inside." I shrugged and gave a light tug on the door. It remained firmly shut. "Fine." I huffed and pulled harder on the handles. The doors still didn't budge. I gathered all of my strength and gave one last attempt, but it was futile. "Must be locked." I grumbled as I leaned against the doors in frustration. Suddenly, the doors swung inward and I fell backwards flat onto my back. "Glad no one saw that." I grunted as I pulled myself off of the floor. "What the hell is that?!?" I shouted as I jumped back in alarm. Standing two feet from me was a disgusting looking rabbit animatronic. Half of the left ear was ripped off, all of the fur on both feet and part of its lower legs was gone, exposing a rusted exoskeleton, and bits of dirty red and blue wires were poking out of different areas where more fur was missing. The eyes were a glassy dull gold color that had a thin layer of dust over them. "Good, its deactivated." I sighed in relief. "What else is here?" I wondered aloud. I wandered around the building aimlessly, studying its interior closely. There was ten different rooms, each filled with different displays, such as old animatronic parts and card board cut outs of the same robotic rabbit. On the back of one of the cut outs, 'Springtrap' was messily scribbled in black Sharpie on the back of the head. "Springtrap huh?" I eyed the cut out warily. Its eyes seemed to pierce through me like a spear. "I still don't trust you." I scoffed as I walked back towards the direction I came in from. When I came to the end of the hall, I came to a large dirty window. I wiped the grime off with the back of my arm and pressed my face up close against the glass so I could see inside. It looked almost identical to the office in Freddy's, except there was bobble heads lined up on the surprisingly clean desk, no office chair to sit in, and there was no computer to check cameras. In its place was a black tablet that was lying screen down on the floor. Hesitantly, I bent down to pick it up. I flipped it over in my hands so I could see the screen. Dried blood coated most of the screen. Disgusted, I gently tossed the tablet back down onto the desk. Through the corner of my eye, I spotted a silhouette sneak across the window. "What the-" I started to approach the shadow. As quickly as it appeared, it ducked out of view. I watched the window for a couple more seconds, then shrugged and turned back around. Abruptly, Nightmare Freddy leaped in my face, claws extended and mouth open wide. I yelled in surprise as I stumbled back and fell on my butt. I gasped for breath, but I felt like I wasn't getting enough air. Black dots peppered my vision, making me feel dizzy and nauseous. "I n-eed to c-call Ja-ack." I choked out as I activated my phone that I kept in my jeans pocket. Everything was spinning now, which made it hard to put in the password. I struggled feebly to remain conscious, then after a few moments I couldn't fight any longer. I laid back down on my back and vomited my breakfast on the floor beside me right before the black spots grew larger and encompassed over me. The last thing I saw was a pair of black dress shoes stand by my head next to the puke puddle.

~Jack

     "The fun is plenty and the prices fair," I chanted again for the hundredth time as I paced up and down the sidewalk, occasionally receiving strange stares from passer-bys. "C'mon Jackaboy, think!" I ran a hand through my messed up hair in exasperation. "Wait." I froze mid-pace. "The fun is plenty and the prices fair...only here at Freddy Fazbear!" I exclaimed in excitement. "Man, why didn't I remember that?!?" I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I took off in a sprint towards Freddy's.

~Emily

"Do you guys like to draw?" I asked as I grabbed a note pad and box of crayons from the kitchen table. Freddy and Bonnie nodded, but Foxy frowned in response. "Yar...what be drawing?" He inquired. "I'll show you!" I sat down on the couch beside him, set my paper down on the coffee table, and began making lines with a brown crayon. Intrigued, Foxy leaned in closer and watched in amazement as the lines began to take the shape of a bear. Next, I set down the brown crayon and picked up a dull yellow one, then began drawing with it. I continued drawing like this for a while, occasionally changing the color of crayon until I was satisfied with my work. "What do you think?" I handed Foxy the picture. "You can keep it." I added. It was a picture of me, Chica, Freddy, Mangle, and Bonnie onstage, performing together with huge smiles. Foxy and Mangle were singing side by side with Freddy, Chica was banging pots together, and Bonnie and I were both rocking out on guitar. Foxy's eyes seemed to become more glass like as he pulled me into a tight embrace. "Thank ye lass, you're a wonderful artist." Beaming from ear to ear, Foxy showed off the picture I drew to each animatronic. They all smiled and said "thank you" to me. "Food's ready!" Chica announced. "Yay!" I bounced off the couch and darted into the kitchen excitedly, with Mangle swinging across the ceiling. "Hey!" Foxy protested teasingly as Mangle picked him up with one hand and carried him with her. Bonnie and Freddy entered together, talking happily to each other. "I love you guys." I snuggled close against Freddy's chest. He froze for a second, then grinned warmly and hugged me in return. "Awww, group hug!" Bonnie wrapped his arms around me too, soon joined by Foxy. Mangle hung back dejectedly. "Yar lass, come join!" Foxy beckoned. "You-you guys aren't mad at me?" Mangle stuttered. "Of course not, why would we be!" I held one of my hands out for Mangle to take. Reluctantly, Mangle dropped down and joined the giant hug. "Thank you." She whispered softly. Foxy comfortingly rubbed what remained of her back. "You're part of the Fazbear crew now." "Lets eat!" Chica blurted. Like a flash, everyone grabbed a line plate and got in a single file line in front of the oven. Chica giggled. "Glad you like my cooking, 'cause I made plenty for everyone!" The group cheered in response

~Jack

      "Here...we....are." I panted as I slowed to a halt in front of the doors. All of the lights were off and there was a sign that read "closed" in the door. Hesitantly, I pulled the doors open. Stand on the middle of the stage was a man wearing a purple hoodie with the hood drawn over his face, purple pants, and purple converse. Next to him was an unconscious Mark tied up in a wooden chair, his head dangling to the side. "Okay I'm here. Now what?" I growled as I stepped closer to him. "Ah ah ah," Vincent produced a shot gun from the back of his hoodie and pointed it at Mark's head. I heard the saftey click off, echoing throughout the empty building. I paused, uncertain what to do. Vincent laughed at my confusion. "Come on, there's something I want to show you around here." Vincent waved the gun at me, then started walking off. "By the way, if you try to free your friend, the chair is rigged to explode with c4 that I stuck on the bottom." He called over his shoulder. I glanced at Mark one last time, then chased after Vincent.

~Signe (Remember her?)

       "Sean? Hey, I wanted to ask about the date, I know you told me work was keeping you busy on Friday, but I was hoping we could reschedule? That is, if you want to." I blushed awkwardly once I realized that Sean wasn't at home. And here I was, standing on his porch and talking to his door. "He's probably at work...I'll go say hi." I clambered back into my car and drove to Freddy's. When I peered inside, the room was dark and there was a sign that read "closed". When I looked closer though, there was someone sitting in a chair onstage, apparently asleep. "Hello?" I gently banged on the door. No answer. I tugged on the door. It swung wide open with ease. "Hello?"  I called again and jogged to the stage. I gasped and stopped a few steps from him. The man was tied with rope to the chair. "Oh my god, are you alright?" I shook his shoulder lightly. "What?" The man groggily groaned. He looked down at his arms and legs in annoyance. "Really?!?" He yelled to no one in particular. "Excuse me, are you okay?" I interrupted his ranting. "Yeah...have you seen Jack?" The guy shifted around in his seat uncomfortably. Before I could respond, the man wriggled around wildly, then the chair tipped over on its side. I did my best to hide a small grin. The man grunted, then tore his arms free of the restraints and began freeing his legs. From under the chair, I heard something beep loudly. "What was-" he looked over at where his chair used to be. A package of C4 wrapped up like a present was counting down with only one minute left. "Move!" He commanded. I nodded and scrambled off the stage as he finished removing his bonds that kept him to the chair. The guy leaped off the stage just as the bomb exploded in a shower of sparks and orange fire. A large whole was blown into the wall behind the fiery remains of the stage. He landed face first on the floor with a loud bang. "Mark?!?" I heard Sean shout from somewhere deeper inside the restaurant. "Sean." The man mumbled weakly. "You're Mark?" I helped him off the floor and supported his weight so he could stand. He nodded wearily. "That's me." Mark grinned feebly. "You stay here, I need to see Sean." I ran as fast as I could in my black heels and semi short red dress across the floor, occasionally tripping over my own feet. "It's not safe!" Mark protested after me, then muttered under his breath and limped after me.

~Jack

       "Mark?!?" I shouted. Dead silence greeted me. "Oops, I guess I forgot to tell him about the present I left him." Vincent smirked, then pushed me with the butt of his gun into the room where I first found the animatronics. "This is the storage room...seem familiar?" "Yes." I stated coldly. "Well, this is also where I committed the biggest mystery that no one to this day remembers anymore. My name is Vincent, better known by my alias, purple guy." Vincent flipped the hood up. His face was bright purple with raven black eyes and short, scruffy hair. "In case you didn't know, I'm the guy who murdered five children-" "then hid them in animatronics." I finished bitterly. "I heard about it, but I thought it was just a stupid rumor when I was a kid." "Well, then you'd be wrong." He shoved me yo the ground with his foot. "Look closely at the floor, what do you see?" I grunted in pain, then scanned the black carpet closely. "Blood." I whispered in shock. "Ten points to Mr. Mcloughlin!" Vincent cackled. I opened my mouth to ask how he knew me, but he silenced me by pointing the gun at my back as I slowly stood back up. "Please, you're famous! There's an entire wiki page about you." He scoffed like I was an idiot. "I figured I'd tell you more about me before I killed you." Vincent casually raised the gun so it was level with my head. "And I will see you dudes, in the afterlife!" Vincent imitated my outro in a terrible Irish accent, then pulled the trigger.

~Signe

       "....and I will see all you dudes, in the afterlife!" A raspy man wearing all purple with shaggy black hair chuckled softly from a mostly dark room that was at the end of the right hall. Light from the hallway shone on Sean's pale face. Next to his forehead was the long, metal barrel of a gun. Desperate and not sure of what else to do, I slid one of my heels off and threw it at the gun barrel as hard as I could. The gun flew from the attacker's hands and smashed into the wall. With reflexes like a ninja, Sean kicked the gun out of the other person's reach and in front of my feet. "I got it." Mark bent down and snatched the gun off of the black and white tiled floor, then kicked the attacker hard in the face, knocking him out instantly. "Mark!" Sean wrapped his arms around Mark and hugged him tightly. "I heard the bomb go off, are ye okay?" "Yeah, your girlfriend saved my life." He gestured over in my direction with a playful grin. I smiled meekly as my cheeks flushed a scarlet red. "I-we're not-" Sean stuttered. "Maybe later." I smirked with as much bravery as I could muster and planted a light kiss on Sean's cheek. "You wanna do the date now or later? I figured you'd want to make it up since you were busy on Friday." I giggled as Sean struggled to regain his composure, but failed. "Uh....um...now's-now's totally good. I just have to get cleaned up." He managed to say at last. "Good, I already reserved us a table at ten. I'll text you the directions." I strode away confidently, my mind whirling like a tornado. Why does he make me feel so antsy? He's just like any other guy...or maybe not......

~Sean

       "Man, you're lucky." Mark commented once Signe was out of earshot. "I was almost blown up and I didn't get a hot girlfriend." He teasingly pouted. I lightly punched his arm in return. "She's not my girlfriend..." I trailed off, replaying the conversation we had over and over in my mind. I still don't know why I'm so nervous around her...normally I'm chill, but when she's by me I freak out...why? I wondered silently. "Hey loverboy," Mark snapped his fingers in my face, startling me out of my thoughts. "I'm going home to check on Emily. If you wanna get ready for your date, you should come with me. You only have like half an hour." Mark gently dragged me with him to the car and took me home. The entire ride, my mind stayed focused on Signe, wanting to hear her lilting Danish accent again and see her smile.

       Figured it was about time to give you guys a long chapter...anyway, hoped you liked it! The next chapter will mainly be about Jack's date with Signe, and in case any of you didn't know, Signe Hansen IS a real person from Denmark and is actually dating Jack now in real life. So cute and I totally ship them, OTP!!! Comment if you want the ship to sail as well and why. Live long and prosper SuperWhoLockians, and may the force be with you!!!!