After Michael finished eating he picked up the pad again. Shuffling through the cameras he stopped dead. The animatronics were missing. He panicked, searching through the cameras, on one of them he heard a loud audible crash, and a voice. He could hardly make it out, but to him it sounded like "God damn bunny". Going through the cameras, he'd hope to catch the thieves who were trying to steal them, but nothing. Heavy walking was heard down the hallway, he could make out four distinct feet. He had no gun, no weapon. He stood up, ready to fight the intruders. A head poked around the corner and spoke to him, "Remember me, your old pal?" Michael blacked out.

"He's coming to!" a female voice cried out, as Michael could barely make out the figures surrounding him.

"You gave us quite a scare laddy" another voice said, this time directed at him. "Welcome back to ta' world of the livin'"

Michael's eyes were wide awake, metal monsters clad in fur were around him. He panicked. "Easy there." one of them said, "We're not out to get you."

The red one helped Michael stand up, and dusted him off. "It's been twenty years I reckon" it said, "surely you didn't forget ol' Foxy?". His horror turned to confusion as he looked around. The band was not being stolen at all, but standing there in the same room with him. "What's going on?" he asked the group.

"Right.. right.. needin some explainin then? You never saw us in the likes of this, bet it get's kinda scary for you blokes." The robotic fox takes a deep breath, and continues, "Well, ya know me, Foxy. That ovr' there be Freddy. He be kinda like the boss" Foxy then turns his head to Michael's ear and whispers "'course we really don't listen ta him, and he ain't one boat o' fun. Always bein' serious." He moves his head away as he catches Freddy shoot a glare at him. "Ahem. Anywhoo, that fine lass over there be Chica." Chica looks shyly down at the floor and whispers a soft hi. "Can't here ye lass, ya gots to speak up" the red fox chuckled. "And that there is Bonnie. We're not sure if they be dock or boat, betting five pieces meself, dock."

"But.. ho.." Michael's question was cut short.

"How we be movin, and talkin? Tis' really, we always could." Foxy began his shot tale, "Seem before ye were hired, before we even met really, we were always walkin' and talkin'. It kinda gave the kiddies a bit o' fear back in th' day. Put a stop to all that it did." he continued "So in the monrin' we had ta act all stiff. But at night, we gets to be ourselves"

This was all too big for it to sink in for Michael. "Don't think about it too much." Freddy chimed in. "Just sort of, roll with it." The fox himself was in deep thought, and an audible oh escaped him.

"There's just be one thing you should never do! Just don't be goin in the back room" he said, "Trust yer ol' pal Foxy on this. Place will give ya nightmares." Michael looked puzzled about this, and Freddy picked up on this.

"It's pretty much a service station for us. Spare parts, a few endoskeletons. It even gives a few workers here the creeps." Freddy looked straight at Michael now. "Of course you're actually free to go back there, just don't blame us if you faint again." Michael nodded reassuringly at this, still not getting use to the whole idea.

The red fox put one arm around Michael, and lifted his eyepatch with his metal hook "So how's about it Mr. Schmidt, willin ta be me first mate?" Michael nodded at the fox and gave him a hug. "Welcome home laddy, ye be among friends now."