I woke up in the backroom again to the sound of screaming children. At first, I thought they were screaming out of pain but no, luckily, they were screaming out of excitement.

Whew... That's a relief. Don't need more kids to be murdered.

I got up, only to feel more pain,

Not again... I bet they threw me again... I though.

I stretched myself out once again to make the pain go away and, started to walk around the room a bit...

The Backroom was relatively large, probably enough space to hold all of the animatronics plus at least 12 people, perhaps even more. I also saw, some of the floor boards were removable for some strange reason.

I started to sniff the air and was pleasantly unsurprised that it still smelled the same bad smell, as if someone died in there.

Gross, why does it smell like someone died in here?

Then it hit me, someone did die in there!

Oh no... Am I next!?

Questions started to circle my head and I started to feel like I was losing insanity!

I then stopped thinking about it. It was just too much for me to handle. I took a deep breath in, just to try to relax. It was then, I had completely forgotten that the place smelled like rotten bodies, which was when I nearly puked.

Sometime pasted and I was getting pretty bored. So much so, that I was starting to talk to myself.

If this keeps up, I may lose my mind. If not, my insanity! You don't just keep me in a room and expect me to keep myself entertained! Oh great, I'm talking as if there was a 4th wall, which there isn't! Now, I know I'm going crazy! Wait, do I always talk like this? Oh great now I really know I'm going crazy! And it has been only two days!

As I tried to calm myself down after that mental trauma, I heard a knock at the door, a very calm knock. A little too calm in my opinion. One part of me was thinking,

Go open the door.

But the other part was thinking,

What if it's a Shadow...

Before I decided on what to do, a note came from under the door,

Hmmm... How curious.

I open the note and thought it was a joke cause, it was written in some sort of code. It said this, ".sdrawkcab siht gnitirw fo yrroS .ma I ohw laever lliw I neht s'tI .thgin ht5 eht llit evil ot uoy deen I ,ylimE"

Sigh...

"I wish I had a translator."  I said without realizing I said it out loud. A few other things came from under the door: A pencil, some plain paper and an answer key,

Maybe I can do this to pass the time.

Some more time pasted and I translated the note, which stated the following: "Emily, I need you to live till the 5th night. It's then I will reveal who I am. Sorry of writing this backwards." "Oh! It's backwards." I said in triumph.

I started using the answer key to talk to whoever sent me the note. And they would always replied back. They were so nice.

For, what seemed to be a couple more hours, we just chat through notes about each other. I talked about how I was in the honors class and, they would talk about how they were an engineer and helped built the animatronics.

I then mentioned how I wanted to be an engineer and how I was helping one of the co-founders of Freddy's build a new animatronic from one of my designs.

There was a long pause after I sent that note and, they wrote back in code,

"Do you know who I am?" And I replied,

"Not really. Who are you anyways?" They seemed hesitant when passed the next note. I didn't know what to say when I read the note, ".tnecniV"

Vincent...