Before Matt could move out of the way, Baby had grabbed his neck, dragging him out of the room. Matt tried to reach for the knife, but Nate quickly grabbed it, pulling it away from Matt and holding it tight to his chest.

"Give me the knife, you idiot!" Matt screamed, struggling against Baby's grip. Nate didn't move, his eyes plastered wide open. "Give me the knife! Kill it! Kill it!" Nate just started at him, frozen in fear. 

"Nate, you coward! Help me!" This time, Nate got up. He knew what he had to do. He ran up to Matt, raised the knife, and stabbed him in the leg. Matt screamed.

Baby turned around and shoved Nate away, sending the knife flying out of his hands. "What the hell, Nate?! Why?! We were friends!"

"You killed my son, goddammit!" Nate yelled.

"He killed mine!" Matt screamed, trying to get away from Baby. But, at that point it was too late. Baby had already got him out of the room. Nate, gasping for air, leaned back against the wall, still holding his ear.

He looked around, his eyes landing on Freddy. It was that feeling again. The feeling of familiarity. He leaned in closer. "Luke?"

Freddy's eyes opened for just a second, before quickly closing them again, shutting down. Nate smiled. "Hey buddy." He said.

Meanwhile, Matt was dropped into a chair in a darkened room. "What the hell is going on here?! He shouted. 

"Hi Daddy." Came a voice in the darkness.

Matt's eyes went wide. "It worked." He said to himself. "Libby!"

"Now you can be just like me." Matt knew what was going on. He had created this thing, which A.J had nicknamed, "The Scooper," in order to get any corrupted pieces out of the animitronics.

"Libby wait-!"