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I woke up feeling refreshed. I had the nicest sleep that I've had in a long time.
"I feel so much better." I said. "I haven't felt this refreshed in a long time."
I expected to hear a response but I didn't get one.
"Thanks for falling asleep on me Gordon." I said, laughing and standing up. "I thought you were going to keep me safe asshole."
I looked around the room and Gordon was nowhere to be found. I looked under the tables and he wasn't there either.
"Where the hell did he go?" I muttered as I wandered around the pizzeria trying to find him.
Suddenly, I heard a commotion in the front. I raced back and couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Someone had finally found us.
My parents smiled upon seeing me and opened their arms. I accepted the hug.
"Allie, I'm so glad that you're okay." Mom said. "We were so worried."
"What were you doing here in the first place?" Dad asked. "You know this place is shut down."
"I know but I wanted to say one final goodbye to the animatronics before this place was torn down." I said. "They were my childhood."
"Yes they were." Mom said, releasing me from the hug.
"Where's Gordon?" Mrs. Fitzgerald asked me.
"Oh, um," I said. "he's here somewhere. I'll go find him."
I ran off in the direction of the office before any more questions could be asked. Once I reached it, I saw that he wasn't in there. I hurried over to the monitor and pulled up the cameras.
"Come on..." I muttered as I quickly scrolled through all the cameras, trying to find him.
"He's in the safe room." I realized. I put down the monitor and bolted to the safe room.

Once I got there, I reached over to the knob to open the door but found that the door was locked.
"Oh no." I muttered. I started pounding on the door and yelled, "Gordon, are you in there?"
No response.
"This isn't funny. Stop playing around and tell me if you're in there or not."
Still no response.
I sighed angrily and wondered why the hell a lock was installed in the first place. Then I remembered that it was once used to hide the kids from a shooter that walked around the town a couple of years ago. Management quickly put a lock on the door so that the shooter couldn't get in. They also made sure that the door could withstand a gunshot.
Nonetheless, I ran into the Parts and Service room and found the big ring of keys.
"You're kidding me right now right?" I asked as I went back to the door. There were about thirty keys on there and none of them were labeled.
"Great job Management." I muttered as the first key I tried failed.

"Are you fucking serious?" I asked as the very last key worked. I put the keys back where they belonged and wondered why Gordon locked the door in the first place. He didn't really have any reason to.
I stepped in the room and didn't really see anything until light flooded in the room.
And then I wished I couldn't see anything at all.
I saw Gordon laying down right next to the yellow suit. And the yellow suit was twitching.
"What the hell did you do to him?" I demanded, not afraid of getting right in his face.
It just stood there, staring at me.
"Fuck you." I said as I went to Gordon's side. "I fucking hate you. I hope you die in a fire or something."
I looked at Gordon. He didn't appear to be breathing.
"Stop messing with me." I said, shaking him. "This is a cruel joke. First you lock the door on me and then you're over here playing dead. Stop playing jokes on me."
I didn't want what I thought was true to actually be a reality. As that thought set in, I felt tears streaming down my face. I still had a bit of hope that this was a cruel joke but that thought was slowly fading away. There was a dead person right in front of me. But not just any dead person. My boyfriend.
"Allie?" Dad's voice startled me from outside the safe room. "What on earth are you doing in there?"
I couldn't help but run over to him and hug him as I continued to cry.
"Dad, someone locked the door and someone's in the suit and they killed Gordon! Go over there and see for yourself if you don't believe me."
"Wait, are you saying that you didn't lock the door?" He asked.
"No!" I snapped. "Why would I ever do that?"
"Well, it seems pretty crazy to think that one of the animatronics locked the door." Dad said.
"Review the footage of you need to!" I said. "Because I didn't do it! I was asleep and he must have snuck away."
"Okay, we'll go look at the footage." He said. "Come to the office with me."

I wasn't really nervous as Dad let me into the office. I knew for a fact that I was innocent. Dad pulled up the monitor and started to try and find the footage.
"What the hell?" He asked. "I don't remember a camera being there before."
I looked at the monitor and saw that a new camera appeared.
"I thought that there wasn't a camera in the safe room." I said.
"Management must have put a messed up camera in there." Dad said. "And they must have connected it here. But why would they do that?"
"Maybe it has recent footage in there!" I said. "But I still don't understand Management."
"We never will." He said. "Let's go to the Parts and Services room and see if any of them got up."
He reversed the footage until the camera was right on Withered Foxy. We watched as he slowly got up and grabbed the key ring. We then saw him head towards the safe room door and lock it right after Gordon went inside.
"I thought that they couldn't detect the safe room." I said.
"They can't." Dad said. "Someone must have re-programmed Foxy so that he could detect the safe room."
"Someone from Management maybe." I said. "They're really the only ones who would know how to do that stuff."
"But so many people work in Management!" I said. "It could have been any one of them."
"Looks like you're innocent." Dad said as the yellow suit got up and started to choke Gordon. I covered my eyes because there was no way in hell that I was going to watch the very last footage of the one I love.
I listened as Dad printed out a tape and held it in his hand.
"We'll need this in the near future." He said. "Let's go take it to the others."

Upon hearing about Gordon's death, Mrs. Firzgerald was even more devastated now that her own son was dead now.
"Why would someone do this?" She asked. "First my husband and now they take my son."
"We're going to figure out who did this." Dad said. "One way or another."