Freddy opened his eyes. All he could see was the dusty black and white tile floor. "Well this feels a bit odd," He thought to himself. Freddy tries moving his arms. Feeling nothing, he glanced upward to see his body about five feet away from his head. Puzzled, Freddy used his arms to place his detached head back onto his animatronic body. "Much better." Freddy shifted his vision to the left and stared in shock as he looked at his once happy friend. "Bonnie, what in Fazbear's name happened?!?" Bonnie's faceless body stood up and cracked the storage room'a door open. Looking back and forth, Bonnie cautiously stepped out into a dark hallway. "Where are you going?" Freddy asked. Bonnie's head swerved back to Freddy and singled for him to follow. Foxy treaded silently through the main hall way, looking for his friends. "Foxy!" A voice yelled behind him. The old animatronic fox whipped around and snarled. "Who's there!? Ye best not mess with me, ye hear?" Foxy looked ready to attack. "Foxy, it's me!" Freddy walked into the faint flickering light of the hallway and looked at the fox with a worried expression. Foxy approached Freddy with a happy expression. "Aye, good to see ye Freddy! Do ye happen to know where we are?" "No clue, Foxy. But I do know one thing, we aren't alone. I can feel others here. Hopefully someone will know what is going on." Bonnie quietly stepped out from behind Freddy and turned to Foxy. "Bonnie! What happen to ye?" Foxy said, confused.
Freddy shook his head. "He can't talk," Freddy said sadly. "...Oh..." Foxy muttered. "Perhaps we should find Chica?" Freddy suggested. "Sounds good to me!" Foxy agreed.
