Chica, Bonnie and Freddy sat in the parts and service room in frustration. For weeks they'd tolerated Toy Chica boasting about her looks, Toy Freddy boasting about stealing the limelight and Toy Bonnie boasting about having a face. Foxy however was more sad than frustrated. He missed Denise so much and the mangle had latched on to this weakness and exploited it.
Just as they were all say plotting their revenge, the door clicked and they all turned their heads towards the noise. Light filled the room and a dark figure stood in the entrance. "Mr manager?" Chica asked, confused by the intruder but trying not to sound rude. The man laughed and stood of the way of the now unlocked door.
"Come on." He said.
"It's play time."
~Two hours earlier~
