It is long after midnight. Some of the animatronics have left their stage and move freely around the building. Freddy, too, is walking through the long, poorly lit corridors when he sees an unfamiliar figure scurrying past. It looks like a young woman wandering aimlessly, her tense posture and derailed expression one of fear. Freddy approaches her slowly, eyeing her curiously, when suddenly a bright torch shines in his face. But because he is an animatronic, this leaves him unimpressed.