Some time had passed, and a new pizzeria had opened: Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. Dave had instructed the young woman, Vanessa, to get a job there and carry out his misdeeds so she could complete the machine that would bring him back.
Freddy had malfunctioned during a performance. He reactivated in his room, but something was different—he was different.
"A-are you finally awake, Freddy?" a voice asked.
"W-who said that?" Freddy responded.
"Me. I'm kinda... in your stomach hatch," the voice admitted.
"What?! That can't be safe!" Freddy exclaimed.
"I-I'm sorry, Freddy... the hatch was open, so I kinda... climbed in. I needed a place to hide," the voice explained.
Freddy seemed to realize something. "Now is no time to worry about that. You need to get out—fast."
He opened his stomach hatch, and a young boy hopped out. He had dark brown hair, light brown eyes, and a bandage on his cheek.
"What's your name?" Freddy asked.
"Gregory," the boy replied.
"Okay, Gregory... I'm sorry, but you have to get out of here right now," Freddy said.
"What? Why?" Gregory asked.
"A silent alarm was triggered the moment you entered this room. You have to get out through the vents... and fast." Freddy guided him to the door and pressed a button to open it.
"Couldn't you come with me?" Gregory asked hesitantly.
"I'm too big to fit through the vents. You'll have to release me from the outside," Freddy explained.
Gregory whimpered slightly.
"But before you go..." Freddy opened his stomach hatch again and pulled out a watch. "Take this. It'll let me talk to you if anything happens."
Gregory slid it onto his wrist. "Okay. Thank you, Freddy," he said.
"Of course. Now get going, before the security guard gets here," Freddy urged.
Gregory nodded and ran into the vent, disappearing as Freddy watched, ready to face whatever came next.
Gregory made it out and heard an announcement stating that the Pizzaplex would be closing soon. He rushed back to Freddy's door, but it was stuck.
"Freddy! We have a problem! I can't get the door open!" he shouted, panic creeping into his voice.
"Stay calm, Gregory. It's okay. Just run to the convenience counter and grab a photo pass," Freddy instructed.
"Okay!" Gregory bolted to the counter and returned as fast as he could.
"I got it!" he panted.
"Great job, Superstar! I knew you could do it!" Freddy praised. A small smile appeared on Gregory's face as he used the pass to finally open the door.
"Now, let's get you out of here. I know it's risky, but... climb back into my stomach hatch," Freddy said.
"What?! But didn't you say it wasn't safe?" Gregory asked, worry lining his features.
"It's safer than letting anyone—or anything—see you. Don't worry. I'll be careful," Freddy reassured him.
"Okay, Freddy. I trust you," Gregory said, climbing in without hesitation.
They moved through the pizzeria in silence until a woman's voice broke it. "Hello? Little boy? If you're down here, say something!"
Gregory whimpered. "It's her! The security guard. She's the reason I hid in your stomach hatch."
"It's okay, Gregory. There's nothing to be afraid of. As long as you're with me, you'll be safe. Still, I'll do my best to avoid her. If I'm sent back to my room, we'll never make it to the lobby before midnight," Freddy said.
As they continued, Freddy did his best to avoid Vanessa, but she caught him.
"Freddy! What are you doing outside your room?! You're supposed to be on lockdown!" Vanessa exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, Officer Vanessa, but... I can't seem to recall," Freddy said.
"Well, you totally blew it tonight, you know. Your systems crashed and you ruined the show," she scolded.
"I... apologize," Freddy replied.
She sighed. "Okay, look. We're like fifteen minutes from closing, and some kid is sneaking around backstage. Go back to your room, and if you see anything, notify me immediately."
"Of course, Officer Vanessa," Freddy responded. Vanessa then walked away.
As the night went on, Gregory and Freddy faced numerous threats. After a fierce fight with the other animatronics, Freddy was badly damaged. He stayed with Gregory as long as he could, but eventually collapsed, unable to support himself any longer, and was dragged away by the Daycare Attendant to be repaired. Determined to help him, Gregory pressed on and eventually reached the Parts and Service room, where he snuck inside and overheard Vanessa speaking with Freddy.
"You thought he wouldn't notice exactly who you are?" Vanessa asked.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Officer Vanessa," Freddy said.
"Don't play dumb with me... William," she replied.
Freddy remained silent.
"That's right. He told me exactly who you are, and I won't let you ruin his plans again," she said, moving toward the console.
"Vanessa, wait! I was once where you are right now! I know how hard he is to fight. But please, I need you to be strong so I can finally stop this madness, once and for all!" William shouted.
For a moment, Vanessa's hand trembled above the controls. Then a wicked smile spread across her face. "Sorry, William. But unfortunately for you, insanity has prevailed this time," she said, reaching for the button.
"No!" William exclaimed.
Just then, Gregory briefly blinded Vanessa with the Fazerblaster and opened the Parts and Service Chamber, freeing William.
"Urgh! You little brat!" Vanessa exclaimed as William stepped between her and Gregory.
"As much as I don't want to fight you, I will if I have to," he said, raising his fists.
Vanessa laughed. "Good luck hitting me if you can't see me," she said, putting on the Vanny mask and disappearing from William's view.
"Gregory, I need you to be my eyes. Where is she?" William asked.
"Left!" Gregory yelled.
William swung left, but she leaned back, the edge of his fist cutting only air. "Are you having fun yet?" she taunted, though only Gregory could hear her.
"Behind you!" Gregory warned. Instinctively, William spun, ducking as she darted past him like a shadow. He pivoted and caught her wrist mid-strike, twisting her arm and forcing her off balance. He then tore the mask from her face.
She gasped—only briefly—before laughing, sharp and brittle. "Assaulting an unarmed woman? How rude," she sneered, brushing hair from her eyes.
"Let her go," William growled.
"Aww, isn't that adorable?" she cooed, tilting her head with a mocking smirk. "Would you like to add a please to that, teddy bear?"
"I'm serious! Let her go!"
Her smile curled into something darker.
"And what will you do if he doesn't? He controls this whole place and you can't even reach him."
Pinned in William's grip, she leaned as close as she could.
"If you truly want me to be free..." she whispered. "You'll have to kill me."
A wicked, broken laugh escaped her.
"Just like before," she taunted. "You never had a choice."
Before William could rebut, she yanked at his fingers, wriggling free and snatching the mask from his grasp. "Whoops," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Looks like you took too long. I won't be making that mistake. Don't worry, though. I'm sure we'll see each other again, real soon."
She placed the mask over her face just as William lunged to grab her.
"Gregory, where is she?" he demanded, scanning the room.
Gregory shook his head. "She's gone... she ran away."
The room is silent for a moment. "So... your name is William." Gregory says.
"I'm sorry for not telling you the truth, Gregory. I couldn't let it slip. He probably has eyes everywhere, but I guess I wasn't able to hide it as well as I thought." William said.
"He? He who?" Gregory asked.
William paused for a moment. "A monster. Let's just leave it at that," he replied.
As they walked through the Pizzaplex, William told Gregory about who he really was, but he didn't tell him much of anything else. "Ah... Well, since you've come clean with me, I guess I should be honest with you." Gregory tried to find the words. "I... even if I do get out of here... I don't have a home to go back to... It's sad, but... even though tonight has been full of danger... this is the most fun I've ever had. Just being with you. I... I just wish I could stay with you..."
He tugged at the hem of his shirt, struggling to keep his tears back.
"Gregory..." William's expression softened, just slightly. "I would love that—more than anything. But... I'm running on borrowed time. If Dave is defeated tonight, my time will be up, and I will be forced out of this body."
Gregory's face crumpled. Not in fear, but in something quieter, deeper—
the hurt that comes from finally having something, only to learn you can't keep it.
"Then... then what will happen to you?" he whispered. His voice broke on the last word.
William hesitated. Not because he lacked an answer, but because he hated the one he had.
"I will return," he said softly, "to the place I will call home for an eternity." Gregory remained silent after that.
After a long while, they had found themselves beneath the Pizzaplex. William recognized this place. It was Henry's trap. There they reached a pod. It hissed open to reveal Monty. His foot slammed against the floor—one step, then another. He reached up, slid his shades off, and let them fall. A moment later he ground them beneath his heel. His eyes were no longer their familiar crimson; they burned with a venomous, unnatural violet.
William felt a coldness he hadn't known in years.
This was Dave.
"William," Dave said. "Yet again, we meet face to face. Well... more or less. Tell me, how did you end up in that... Glamrock Freddy? Last I checked, you were nothing more than a wandering soul."
"I found a way," William answered. "Every time you come back, I will too."
Dave let out a low, quiet snicker, the kind that crawled under your skin.
"I'd expect nothing less. You've always been persistent." He paused, letting silence build. "It's a shame that stubbornness never matched my strength. Even now, you have the weaker body. And all you have by your side... is a boy."
His gaze locked on Gregory.
"I wonder why you care for him so much," Dave mused. "Is it simple protection? Or is it something deeper? Perhaps he reminds you of someone—someone you will never see again."
That was it.
William lunged, driving a punch across Dave's jaw. Dave barely reacted. Slowly—almost lazily—he turned his head back, caught William's arm, and hurled him into the wall. William hit the ground with a heavy thud.
Gregory barely had time to gasp before Dave seized him by the throat. His fingers tightened.
"W-William—!" Gregory choked.
William was already moving, tearing Dave's grip away and shoving Gregory back behind him. Dave didn't fight the motion; he just watched, amused.
"Your anger has always been your greatest flaw, William," Dave said calmly. "I doubt it will ever fade."
"My anger for you will never fade," William growled. "But I won't let it cloud my judgment."
Dave tilted his head, eyes narrowing.
"If that's your goal... you're failing spectacularly."
If he still had the ability to smirk, he would have.
Dave managed to get the upper hand and pushed him to the floor.
"As always, you will lose this battle, William." He managed to claw at William's body, slowly damaging it. William didn't have much time left. As William struggled on the floor against Dave, he saw it.
A canister of gasoline. Likely for the generators.
He knew exactly what he had to do.
"Gregory! Quickly! Get me that canister of gasoline!"
Gregory nodded and sprinted toward it, but a shadow shot out, yanking him back.
Vanessa.
She pressed a knife to his throat, her grip iron strong.
"Nuh-uh-uh," she sang, her voice eerily bright, almost playful. "Children shouldn't play with anything flammable."
A sharp, unhinged laugh followed.
Though William's could not see her or hear her, he knew she was there.
"Vanessa, please," he said, voice steady. "I need you to fight. Just for a second. I know you can do it."
"It's no use, William," Dave said, calm and infuriatingly composed. "She's trapped. My control is absolute. You should know that well."
And yet... Vanessa faltered.
Her fingers trembled.
For the briefest moment, the knife slipped from Gregory's throat.
Gregory twisted free, heart pounding, and bolted for the gasoline.
"What? That's impossible!" Dave's voice cracked with fury. "Fix your mistake, puppet!"
Vanessa's struggle returned, but it was incomplete. Her body jerked, caught between Dave's control and her own will. In the end Dave won once more. She lunged after Gregory.
Gregory was faster. He grabbed the canister and shoved it into William's hands before continuing his run.
William didn't hesitate.
He unscrewed the cap and poured the gasoline over Dave. The chemical stench filled the room instantly.
He flicked the lighter in his finger.
A spark.
A flicker.
Then a burst of flame.
Dave erupted into a violent blaze. William wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a chokehold. Every movement of the animatronic was powerful and desperate—but William held firm, pinning him as the fire engulfed him.
"Urgh! Let me go, you pest!" Dave screamed—the first time panic colored his new voice.
William didn't budge. His eyes flicked toward Gregory. He wanted to protect him, truly, but there was nothing more he could do. "I'm sorry, Gregory," he muttered.
Dave let out a cruel laugh. "Even now, you abandon the children you claim to love."
"Better than letting you remain here," William shot back, voice steel.
"This world will never be rid of me. Even when I'm reduced to nothing, the cycle of insanity will continue. You fight a losing battle."
"I have nothing more to say to you," William replied, calm, resolute.
"Ending as I began. In silence. How fitting," Dave said, as both animatronic bodies shuddered violently, then fell limp. Moments later, all that remained were lifeless endoskeletons.
Gregory could no longer run. His legs gave out beneath him.
He turned to see Vanessa approaching, knife in hand—but just as she swung, she froze. The knife clattered to the floor.
Her body shuddered, and a pained scream tore from her throat. She sank to her knees, removing the mask and throwing it aside. Tear-streaked cheeks glimmered in the dim light.
"Gregory... I-I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I've done horrible things... to you, to other kids. I... I can't take it back."
"Vanessa... it's okay," Gregory said softly. "That wasn't you. You were under Dave's control."
"I still did it," she admitted, voice breaking. "I... I don't know if I should turn myself in, or... I don't know what to do."
"William wouldn't want that," Gregory said, taking her hand. "He fought too hard for you to spend the rest of your life behind bars. And so did you. I know he's proud of you—and I am too. I'd probably be dead if you hadn't fought so hard."
Vanessa stared at him, stunned. "I... I don't think the law will accept this. You're just a kid, Gregory. You don't fully understand the world yet."
"Maybe," Gregory said, squeezing her hand gently, "but we won't know if we stay here."
Vanessa wiped her tears and nodded. "Yeah... you're right."
She kept her hand in his as they made their way to the exit of the pizzeria. The doors had finally opened and they stepped into the warm glow of the rising sun. For the first time in a long while, Vanessa was free.