The next day, I awoke later in the day. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to go back to Freddy's. I was scared. I was worried.

I finally got up.

"Good morning master!" Mangle said happily.

"...good morning..." I said quietly.

She tilted her animated head.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Nothing...nothing at all." I said as I walked towards my bookshelf.

I looked at the withered Mangle head. It almost seemed like it was looking at me.

"Are you part of this?" I whispered as if it could understand me.

I sighed, somewhat surprised that it didn't reply.

I walked out of my room and towards the living room. Myra was on the couch, watching TV.

"Myra..." I said.

She looked up at me.

"What's up?"

"I need to tell you something." I stated.

She nodded. I sat down next to her.

"Something is going on at Freddy's." I explained. "There's something there, but I'm not sure what."

"You should quit then. Let's not get wound up in something like this again." Myra suggested.

"I have to go back; I can't risk someone else getting hurt." I argued. "It's my burden."

Myra sighed. "Then I'm coming with you!"

"No, you can't!" I argued.

"Yes I can, and I will!" Myra said.

I knew there was no arguing with her. She was going to come with me and I couldn't stop her.

That night we drove up to Freddy's together. We walked in together. We went to the office together. I was scared, but Myra emanated no fear. She was calm and determined, just like when we first met, when she saved me from Spring Trap.

That's what I loved about her.

"Logan, you ok?" She asked.

I realized that I was staring off into space.

"Yeah, I'm ok...just thinking."

"Ok, just try to keep your eyes open." Myra said, sounding concerned.

Suddenly, a voice rang through the restaurant. It was Balloon Boy's voice once again.

"He's here." I said.

Myra now seemed a little nervous. She gripped her flashlight tightly.

I then heard footsteps in the large hall in front of us. I quickly shined my light in that direction. I wish I hadn't.