All language subtitles for Five.Nights.At.Freddys.2023

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(alarm clock beeping)

(beeping stops)

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(sighs)

(tape rewinding)

Mike: Abs, you ready?

Abby...

Mike: Abs.

Come on. I know you're in there. Let's go.

Abby, come on.

Okay, okay.

You're being a jerk.

You know I have somewhere I have to be.

Come on, let's go. Five minutes.

- I need you dressed.
- (toy squeaks)

Five minutes.

(crowd chatter)

Jeremiah: "And though the dreamer remains asleep,

"he walks through memory as if experiencing it

"for the first time anew,

no longer a passenger but an active participant."

(chuckles)

This stuff for real?

Some people think so.

Guess it depends on what you believe.

Summer of '82,

I traded a mint condition Cal Ripken Jr. rookie

for a used copy of "Missile Command."

That card's probably worth 800 bucks now.

I wish I could participate in that memory

and actively kick my own ass.

Can I keep it?

No.

(woman) I would like the walnut fudge,

but I want the fudge on the side

because I don't want it to melt the ice cream.

And can I get some whipped cream on top

and three cherries?

Cindy: Coming right up.

Hey.

You want your usual, right?

Uh, yeah.

So, when are you gonna bring your sister by?

We got this new flavor, Rainbow Explosion.

I bet she'll go crazy for it.

Mike?

Hey!

Hey!

- Hey!
- (grunts)

(crowd gasping, murmuring)

(grunting)

(woman distantly) Number 27?

(echoing) Number 27?

(normal) Number 27?

Follow me.

(humming a tune quietly)

Mm.

What is your deal, Mike?

What are you, some kind of...

head case?

You beat up a man in broad daylight.

In front of his child.

- Daddy!
- (people screaming)

(panting)

That was a mistake. Um...

It was a misunderstanding. I-I thought...

Just look at your employment record.

Tire Zone, sales associate,
two months, terminated.

Insubordination.

Media World, custodial staff, one week.

It's like you're not even trying here,

yet you sit before me asking for help.

I am just trying to figure out who you are,

Mr. Michael Sh...

Hmm.

Coffee?

Sorry?

Uh, would you, would you like some...

some coffee? I made some coffee.

No.

I'm-I'm gonna be brutally
honest with you here, Mike.

Given your track record, your options...

are gonna be extremely limited.

I'll take anything, okay?
Any-any job you got. -No. No.

Look, I-I-I get that part. Um, it's just...

You know, it's not that easy.

Yeah. Thank you.

I have a job for you.

Come on, sit down.

Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.

Okay, uh, well, what is it?

It's a security gig.

Full disclosure: it's not great.

Right? High turnover.

That's what we call it in the business,

but you get to be your own boss. Sort of.

And you only have to worry about one thing.

Keeping people out.

And-and, you know, and keep the place tidy.

That's two things.

You want the job or not?

- How's the pay?
- Not great.

But the hours are worse.

(quietly) I can't do nights.

Excuse me?

I can't do nights.

(chuckles)

That's such a shame.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Wait, uh...

In case you have a change of heart.

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(TV playing quietly)

Mike: Hey, Max.

Thanks for babysitting.

There's Stouffer's.

Should still be warm if you're hungry.

(woman on TV) I have to tell you,
there is something magical

about these rings, and you can have it within...

I wish someone would buy me a ring.

Did Abby eat?

What do you think?

(humming a tune)

Max: Same time tomorrow?

Mike: Yep.

(continues humming)

What do we got?

Okay.

Well, that good-looking guy I recognize.

Who are all these other punks?

My friends. It's not done yet.

Well, look, you can finish up
after we eat, all right?

Come get some food.

I'm not hungry.

Abby, please, come eat.

- Come on. Here. Please come.
- No!

Come and...

Abs, with the day that I'm having,

can you just eat some food?

You're sitting on my friend.

You know what? I don't care.

Do whatever you want.

But you should know what happens to little kids

who don't eat their dinners.

Their bodies stay the same size forever.

And they never get to ride

the adult rides at the amusement park.

My friend says you're an idiot.

Mm.

At least I'm real.

(sighs)

(tape whirring)

(birds chirping on tape)

(sighs)

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(imitating airplane)

(man) How about some burger
with that ketchup, hon?

(woman laughs)

Everything's better swimming in ketchup.

Right, Mike? Whoop.

I'm gonna go grab a towel.

- Go watch your brother, okay?
- Okay.

Mike: Garrett.

(car engine starts)

(engine revving)

Garrett?

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- (heart beating rapidly)
- (panting)

Garrett! Garrett!

(shouting echoes, fades)

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(playful chatter)

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Jane: Just look at my nephew.

It's not even 10:00

and he-he can barely keep his eyes open.

And this degenerate is who they entrust

with the well-being of a mentally ill child.

Jane, like I've said before,
Abby is not mentally ill.

Oh, right.

Perfectly normal to sit around
drawing pictures all day

and-and talking to magical
creatures who do not exist.

Listen, I think we all just need

- to calm...
- Don't tell me to calm down.

You're the doctor, and you're making me feel like

I'm the crazy one?

And after... after what he did to that poor man...

(crying) I just...

(Jane sobbing)

I have really tried to play nice. I have.

But I have to think about Abby now.

Enough is enough. Doug?

- Doug.
- (gasps) Oh.

Jane: In your heart,

you know that this is the right thing to do.

I hope that you will sign.

- And if I don't?
- Well, then,

my lawyer and I will have to take you to court,

where any judge with an ounce of sanity

will see to it that you never
see your sister again.

That what you want?

She-she doesn't even care about Abby.

All she wants is the monthly check from the state.

(breathes deeply)

But, I mean, she-she has some good points, though.

I'm hardly fit to be raising a kid.

Lillian: I know a little girl
who would strongly disagree.

Mike: Come on.

She talks to air more than she talks to me.

I could drop dead tomorrow,

and she'd be too busy drawing to even notice.

You know, pictures hold
tremendous power for children.

Before we learn to speak,

images are the most important tool we have

for understanding the world around us.

What's real, what matters to us most.

These are things children learn to communicate

almost exclusively through pictures.

Yeah, her pictures mean something.

And who is at the center
of nine out of ten of them?

- Me.
- Mm-hmm.

Like it or not, you're her world.

Mike: But what if it's not up to me?

My aunt, she's an idiot, but she's right.

No judge in their right mind
is ever gonna side with me.

Did you find a job yet?

Okay.

That would be a good place to start.

(whimsical music playing over TV)

(Mike sighs)

(pressing phone keys)

(line ringing)

- Steve: (over phone) Hello.
- Uh, hi.

Mr. Raglan, this is Mike.

- Mr. "I can't work nights."
- Right.

Uh, yeah, I was just calling to see if that job

that you offered was, uh, was still available.

Oh, it absolutely is.

Why? Have you had a change of heart?

(TV continues playing quietly)

Mike: How soon could I start?

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Steve: Let me give you a little backstory.

This place was huge in the '80s with the kids.

It's been shut down for years.

The only reason they haven't given it

the old wrecking ball treatment
is the owner's a bit of a...

Well, he's kind of a sentimental guy, I guess.

Just can't bring himself to let it go yet.

(laughs)

Yeah.

Had some trouble with break-ins over the years.

Drunks and vagrants, mostly. Not ideal.

Security system's dated but fully functional.

Floodlights on the outside,
cameras inside and outside.

Fair warning: the electricity is a bit...

iffy.

(glass crunching)

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Anything happens, there is
a breaker in the main office.

Just flip it.

(machines powering up)

(lights clinking, buzzing)

Uh, I guess that's about it.

You know...

the rest is pretty easy.

Just keep your eyes on the monitors and...

and keep people out.

Piece of cake.

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(sighs)

Steve: So, I will catch you on the flip side.

Hopefully.

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The hell?

(upbeat music playing over TV)

Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria,

a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike,

where fantasy and fun come to life.

If you're watching this video,
it means you've been selected

as Freddy's newest security guard.

Congratulations.

We're going to have so much fun together.

The genius who created Fazbear Entertainment

opened Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

to indulge in his two greatest passions:

family-friendly fun

and cutting-edge animatronic technology.

(scoffs) -State-of-the-art robotic engineering

enables our characters to interact with guests

in truly lifelike fashion,

while cleverly concealed
rechargeable lithium cells

give them limited range to roam free.

Let's introduce you to the stars of the show.

(static crackling)

(laughs) Adorable, aren't they?

Protecting these cuddly critters,

and the proprietary technology
that brings them to life,

is now your sacred duty.

Keep them safe, and help ensure
that Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

is here to delight, dazzle and entertain

(distorted) for years to...

(static crackling)

All right.

(sighs)

(gasps)

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(object thuds, clatters)

Hello?

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(gasps)

(quiet electronic warbling)

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(clock ticking)

(static crackling softly over speaker)

(static continues)

(imitating airplane)

(mother) Everything's better swimming in ketchup.

Right, Mike?

(chuckles)

Go watch your brother, okay?

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Garrett?

Garrett!

(footstep crunches softly)

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What is this?

Who are you?

That car.

Did you see that car? You see what happened?

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Did you see who took my brother?

Wait! No.

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(grunts)

- (watch alarm beeping)
- (panting, groans)

(beeping stops)

(panting)

(TV playing quietly)

- Hey.
- Hey, Max.

(exhales)

So? How'd it go?

Uh...

it was interesting.

I should probably get out of here.

Hey, by the way, I-I do intend
on-on paying you, eventually.

It's okay.

I know where you live.

(chuckles softly)

(vehicle approaching)

(truck horn honking)

(entry bell jingles)

(waiter) Hey. Welcome to Sparky's.

Could I set you folks up with some appetizers?

- Jeff: Yes.
- Jane: Oh.

We are not eating.

(waiter chuckles) Well, that's no fun.

You do realize that lunch

is the most important meal of the day?

Jeff: I thought it was breakfast.

Some people say that,

but, you know, it's just
a theory. -Are you being paid

by the word, or could we have a minute?

- All right.
- Thank you.

Jane: Ah, where were we?

Oh, you were about to tell me

what a miserable failure you are.

Jeff: Hey, screw you, lady.

My sister went over every inch
of that dump a thousand times.

If there was something to find,
she would have found it.

Now pay up.

- Uh, I'm sorry? (laughing)
- Jeff: You said 200.

We had a deal.

Yeah, that you were gonna find me

hard proof of criminal endangerment.

Instead, you've told me
what a nice kid my niece is

and that my nephew sleeps a lot.

He really does, though.

Sleeping is not a crime.

Is that guy okay?

I just realized I shouldn't
be hearing any of this.

As a matter of fact, I shouldn't be here at all.

Sit down, Doug.

So, I guess we're finished here,

unless either one of you has a brilliant idea,

which I realize is highly unlikely.

Why don't we just kill him?

(Doug sighs)

Tempting. But no.

- What else?
- Mike was saying that...

he really needs this new job
to, like, look good on paper

for the judge or something.

Well, that's all very fascinating, honey,

but I am not hearing a plan.

We toss the place.

Go on.
-Well, he's a security guard, right?

His job is to make sure nobody gets in.

So, we get in,

and we mess up the place good.

We help ourselves to whatever
we find along the way.

Your nephew gets canned.

Judge gives you the kid, and you give us...

$2,000.

One thousand.

But do it fast, and don't mess it up.

I mean, you know, mess it up,

but don't... don't mess this up.

(thunder crashing)

(grunting)

Come on. (grunting)

Abby: What are you doing?

(grunts)

Abby, do you need something?

No. -All right, quit playing and take that off.

I have to go to work.

I know. I'm coming with you.

No, you're not.

- Give me the vest.
- No.

Give me the vest now.

I'm coming with you.

- Abby: I want to go with you.
- Mike: Abby.

I don't want to stay here with Max.
-Abby, stop.

- Hello? -Abby, stop.
- No! You can't make me.

- Mike: Yes, I can.
- No, it's mine.

- Max: Hello?
- (Abby screams)

Let go! (screams)

- Let go. No, no.
- Mike: Abby, stop. Abby.

- He's taking my vest!
- Abby.

- Abby: I'm keeping it.
- No.

- (door closes)
- (exhales)

She's all yours.

(thunder rumbling)

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(thunder crashing)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder crashing)

(static crackling softly)

(birds chirping over headphones)

(thunder rumbling)

(panting)

Mike: Garrett!

(footstep crunches softly)

Wait, please.

Please don't-don't... don't run.

Okay? I-I just want to know what you saw.

Please. I'm begging you.

Help me.

Who took Garrett?!

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(panting)

(panting)

(screams)

(distorted warbling, crackling)

(warbling, crackling continues)

{"Talking in Your Sleep" by
The Romantics playing loudly}

(over speaker) ♫ The secrets
that you just can't hide... ♫

(grunting)

♫ You tell me that you want me... ♫

(music stops)

(machines powering up)

(buzzer sounding)

(thunder rumbling)

(buzzer continues)

♫ ♫

(thunder rumbling)

About time.

Starting to think maybe
you fell asleep on the job.

Um...

Can I, uh, help you, Officer?

Please, my name's Vanessa.

And you must be?

Um...

- The new security guard.
- Yeah.

You're bleeding, by the way.

Looks nasty.

Come on. I know where they keep the first aid kit.

(thunder rumbling)

(chuckles) Love what you've done with the place.

Why Nebraska?

- Oh, you need a hand?
- I'm fine.

You sure?

Here.

I'm a certified EMT.

So if your heart ever goes out,
I'm the one you want to call.

You seem to really know your way around the place.

Well, Freddy's is on my beat.

I like to stay well-informed.

Also, I really loved this place as a kid.

There.

That should do it. (sighs)

Vanessa Shelly.

Mike.

Pleasure to meet you, Mike.

(drawer closes)

You doing all right this evening, Mike?

What?

Are you good? Are you okay?

Is everything copacetic?

Yeah, I know what "all right" means.

Do you also know that your eyes are bloodshot

and your heart rate's through the roof?

And aside from that gash on your arm,

which... (chuckles) let's be honest,

is pretty frickin' bizarre,
you've been acting suspicious

since the moment you opened the door.

Yeah, look, it's been a weird night.

Sounds like Freddy's.

This place, it gets to people.

It's one of the reasons why you're gonna quit.

I'm sorry?

Oh, yeah.

You security hires, you never last.

Have you met them yet?

Met who?

(lights buzzing)

(games beeping, whirring)

So, what are the other reasons?

Huh?

Why you think I'm gonna quit my job.

Well, you tell me.

Is this somewhere you see yourself

ten, 20 years from now?

I mean, what do I know?
Maybe the benefits are great.

- (scoffs)
- I didn't think so.

Add to that the thing
with those kids going missing.

Wh-What did you just say?

Prepare to have your mind blown.

- (chimes)
- (whirring)

{"Talking in Your Sleep"
by The Romantics playing}

♫ ♫

♫ When you close your eyes ♫

♫ And you go to sleep ♫

(echoing) ♫ Sleep, sleep, sleep ♫

♫ And it's down to the sound of a heartbeat ♫

This... this is...

The best thing you've seen in your entire life?

♫ I can hear the things
that you're dreaming about ♫

(echoing) ♫ About, about, about ♫

- ♫ When you open up your... ♫
- Want to dance?

- (electrical crackling)
- (music distorts, stops)

(mechanical whirring)

Maybe some other time.

Wait, y-you said some kids went missing?

Sure. Back in the '80s.

What happened to them?

It was big news.

That's why the place shut down.

Wow.

You really didn't do your homework, did you?

And you're not even wearing your badge.

Got it.

There.

Now you're official.

(gate rattling)

Vanessa: Hey.

Some friendly advice?

Don't let this place get to you.

Just do your job, and you'll be fine.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

Yeah, sounds good.

♫ ♫

(cell phone keys beeping)

- (car engine starts)
- (phone line ringing)

(phone vibrating)

(beeps)

Jeff: (over phone) It's showtime.

As soon as he gets back,
get the guys and meet me here.

I think I see a way in.

(soft electronic whirring)

All right.

Now, be quick but thorough.

Maximum damage, minimum time.

You see anything valuable, grab it,

and we'll, uh, settle up after.

- Good?
- Yeah. Golden.

- Whoo!
- Yeah! (laughs)

- Let's go, boys!
- Come on!

♫ ♫

(clattering in distance)

(heavy scraping)

(doors rattle)

(clattering continues in distance)

♫ ♫

(loud rattling)

(scoffs)

(pans rattling)

(exhales sharply)

(quiet mechanical click)

- (Carl gasps)
- (electronic whirring)

(flashlight clatters)

(electronic rattling)

(screaming in distance)

(electronic chittering)

(screaming continues)

(muffled grunting)

Hank: Carl?

(gasps)

(bag thuds)

(screaming in distance)

(screaming continues)

Jeff: Hank?

What the hell are you doing?

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- (breathing heavily)
- Jeff: Hank?

- Hank!
- Jeff?

(door rattling)

Jeff!

(straining)

Come on, you stupid...

(whispers) Hank?

- Come on. Come on.
- (electronic whirring)

(screaming)

(heavy thudding)

(screaming and heavy thudding continue)

(bones cracking)

(glass squeaking)

(body thudding)

Hank?

(heavy mechanical footsteps)

(low growling)

(crowbar clatters)

♫ ♫

(coins clattering)

(kids screaming and laughing
loudly over phone) -(groans)

♫ ♫

Shit.

(rattling in vent)

(whirring)

(grunting) No! No! No!

(grunting)

- (grunts)
- (whirring stops)

(door creaking)

(male voice scatting nearby)

(scatting)

- (scatting stops)
- (electrical crackling)

- (jaws chomping rapidly)
- (screams)

Jeff?

Carl?

(fan creaking)

(door creaks)

(boy giggles)

Hey.

(boy) Follow me.

Hey!

Hey, wait!

(boy) Come on.

Max: Hello?

- (boy) This way.
- (door closes)

♫ ♫

(breath trembling)

(door closes)

(boy) Warmer.

(gasps)

(soft mechanical creaking)

How in the heck?

(boy) Warmer.

- (screams)
- (jaws chomp)

(narrator on TV) It's feeding
time for the giraffe.

(whimsical music playing on TV)

(TV continues playing quietly)

Hey, Abs, what you working on?

All right.

I guess you don't want this, then.

It's cool, huh?

(softly) Okay.

I'm trying my best, Abby, okay?

(objects clatter)

(on TV) Can't you read?

You okay?

I made a mess.

I'm sorry.

They're just... they're just papers, all right?

They don't... they don't mean anything.

Then why do you have them?

Well, that's complicated. Aunt Jane...

I hate her.

She's mean and she smells like cigarettes.

(chuckles)

It's not funny.

You're right, it's not. It's just, uh...

I don't know, it's nice that

we can finally agree about something.

(softly) Are you gonna give me away?

- Abs, no, I...
- (knocking at door)

Hey. Vanessa.

Hey, Mike.

And hello.

Vanessa, this is Abby. Abby, Vanessa.

Hi, Abby.

Mike didn't tell me he had a daughter.

- Gross.
- No, uh, Abby's my sister.

Ah. Well, he didn't tell me
he had a sister either.

Are you here to arrest Mike?

Mike: Okay, uh, can you go play in your room

so me and Vanessa can talk?

It's nice to meet you.

What, um... what are you doing here?

- Somebody broke into Freddy's.
- What?

Wh-What-what happened?

Recognize these?

Look, it's not what you think, okay?

Th-Those are... They're sleeping pills.

- They help me sleep.
- I know what they are, Mike.

It's written on the bottle.

News flash: If you're too whacked out

to remember to lock a friggin' door,

accident or not, you're liable.

It's called criminal negligence.

(scoffs) You wouldn't understand.

Well, then help me.

'Cause the moment I file that report,

it's out of my hands.

You want to take a walk?

So I used to have a brother.

His name was Garrett.

(sighs) And when I was...

about 12,

he was, uh, he was taken.

And I was there when it happened.

They never found the guy who did it,

and they never found my brother.

So there's this theory that,
uh, we can't forget things.

Basically, it says that
every single thing that you see

in your entire life,
down to the tiniest of details,

gets stored inside of you.

You just have to know how to look.

Your brother...

You think you saw who took him?

I know I did.

And I know that he's in here,
but he's just... he's...

It's buried.

So every night, I dream,

and I go back to that same memory,

and I-I search for details.

For any little thing that got overlooked.

Yeah.

And that's usually the part
where people tell me I'm crazy.

I know what crazy looks like, Mike.

This isn't it.

Not even close.

And these?

I mean, going back to the same dream,

the same place night after night,

it's not easy, so the-the pills help.

Some other things,

like familiar sights, familiar sounds.

"Pining for fun?"

(chuckles)

- "Visit Nebraska."
- (laughs)

Your sister seems cool.

So it's just the two of you?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's just us.

Our mom died a little while back.

And Dad, he couldn't handle it, so...

You know what's crazy is, uh,

when... when Garrett and I were kids,

they were like those perfect parents

you'd see on old TV shows.

Yeah, ev-every night, we would sit down together,

we'd have family dinner,

and we'd hold hands and say grace, and...

That actually sounds really nice.

Yeah, at the time, I thought it was really cheesy.

But then it's gone.

You and Abby, you still have each other.

From where I sit, I'd say you're lucky.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

(sighs) I should go.

No more sleeping on the job.

When you're at Freddy's, you stay alert.

Max: (recorded) Hey, it's Max.

(chuckles) Leave a message. Or don't.

(touch tones sounding)

(line ringing)

Come on, Max. Come on.

Max: (recorded) Hey, it's Max. Leave a mes...

(sighs)

Mike: I will work,

and you will sleep, and under no circumstances

are you gonna come out of my office.

- Do you understand?
- I understand.

This is not a vacation, okay?
You're not here to have fun.

Okay.

Whoa, slow down, slow down,
slow down. -No, no, no.

Abby?

(soft creaking)

Whoa.

What happened?

Give me your hand.

Watch out.

(glass crunching)

Do you want me to turn the light off?

(softly) Okay.

Good night.

It's like camping.

(sighs heavily)

(gasps)

♫ ♫

♫ ♫

(exhales sharply)

(birds chirping over headphones)

(clock ticking)

(static crackling, warbling)

(chirping continues over headphones)

♫ ♫

(door creaks)

(boy whispers) Abby?

(whispers) I'll be right back.

- (toilet flushing)
- (door creaking)

(metallic clattering)

Hello?

I know you're back there.

Might as well come out.

(low growling)

(heavy mechanical footsteps)

♫ ♫

(car driving off in distance)

You're those kids, right?

The ones who disappeared?

Look.

I don't know how it's possible that you're here

like this in my dream, but...

I need your help.

Please.

Help me remember the man who took my brother.

If we show you,

what will you give us?

Anything.

I'll give you anything you want.

(girl screams in distance)

(girl screams)

(sniffs)

Abby?

(Abby screaming)

Abby: Stop! Stop! Stop! (screaming)

Abby?

(mechanical clicking)

(heavy footsteps approaching)

(low growling)

Abby: Mike.

(laughing)

They wouldn't stop tickling me.

I thought I was gonna die.

Freddy, this is my brother, Mike.

(mechanical whirring and clicking)

- Abby, what is this?
- Abby: Come on.

I want you to meet the others.

(electronic warbling)

Mike, this is Bonnie,

Foxy and Chica.

Everyone,

this is Mike.

(mechanical whirring and clicking)

This-this is a joke, right?

I mean, th-there's someone here.

There's probably somebody controlling them, right?

I mean...

Okay, good joke!

Congratulations! You got me!

You can come out now!

Hello?

It's okay, Mike.

They just want to play.

(laughs softly)

We have to go home now. Come on.
-Hold on.

They really like pictures.

(drawing on paper)

(mechanical whirring)

I had a lot of fun tonight.

Thank you for playing with me.

Okay, okay, Abby, come on.

Okay.

Bye!

♫ ♫

(engine shuts off)

(quietly) There you go.

(sighs)

♫ ♫

(metal scrapes)

It's them.

Hey, Abby, um,

we need to talk about last night, okay?

Um...

So those, uh, those... machines...

My friends?

Your friends?

Um...

are they...?

Ghosts?

- Yeah.
- Of course.

How else could they make the robots move?

Right.

Can I have some more soup?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, Abs.

You know we used to have a brother, right?

Garrett.

I don't... I don't really
talk about him very much.

Neither did Mom or Dad.

Yeah, it was hard for them.

It's hard for me, too.

C-Can you explain this to me?

You-you drew that, right?

Okay, and... and-and you know what that is?

Hey, hey, it's okay.

Okay, I'm not, I'm not mad.

I won't get angry at you.

But I really need you
to help me understand, please.

That's when Garrett got taken.

Abby, who told you about that?

W-Was it a-a boy with blonde hair?

Did that boy ever tell you anything

about the man driving that car?

Anything at all?

Okay, just think, think really hard, okay?

No.

All they talk about is a yellow rabbit.

Okay.

But...

I can ask.

I would really appreciate that.

♫ ♫

(kids' laughter echoing)

(kids) ♫ We love the yellow rabbit ♫

- ♫ We love the yellow rabbit ♫
- (girl screaming)

(kids' screams echoing)

(car doors closing)

Abby: Vanessa's here.

Yeah.

My friends talk about her sometimes.

- What do they say?
- That she's nice.

Abby, if I asked you
to wait in the car, would you?

No.

Abby, wait.

- Abby: Guys, I'm back.
- Abby.

- Hey, Vanessa.
- Mike: Abby.

(Abby giggling)

- Mike.
- Vanessa.

(chuckles) I missed you guys.

Mike: You knew about this.

Guess you figured it out.

Ghost children possessing giant robots?

Thanks for the heads-up.

Guys, we need help.

It needs to be big

so we can all fit inside.

Abby, look.

Now, this is all really fun and exciting,

but these things are big,
and they could be dangerous,

so I think we need to lay
some ground rules, all right?

Vanessa, what do you think?

I think we could use the tables for the fort.

Abby: Everyone, follow me.

(giggles) Come on.

♫ Riding on any wave ♫

♫ That is the luck you crave ♫

♫ They don't believe it now ♫

♫ They just think it's stupid ♫

♫ So got anything? ♫

♫ Anyone could have done ♫

♫ Who would've cared at all... ♫

It needs to be higher.

♫ I don't understand ♫

♫ How a heart is a spade ♫

♫ But somehow the vital ♫

You did it!

♫ Connection is made... ♫

- (song stops)
- (heavy thump)

Are you okay?

(song resumes)

Vanessa: I like it in here.

Abby: Me, too.

But I think it's gonna rain soon.

Sounds like we need a roof.

I'll go see what I can find.

I'll, uh... I'll-I'll come with you.

(whispering) Abby, don't forget to ask.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

(song ends)

What are you looking for exactly?

Tablecloths.

They used to keep 'em back here for big events.

Right. And remind me how you know that.

Found 'em.

(soft mechanical rattling)

Vanessa: Don't.

I wouldn't do that.

They're spring locks.

They're on all the older models.

They were designed to keep the animatronic parts

in place so that, uh, a person
could safely wear the suit.

They tend to be pretty unstable.

Let's see.

Ooh.

Like I said, unstable.

Is there anything else that you
want to tell me about, Vanessa?

'Cause you seem to know
everything about this place.

And what if Abby'd come in here?

What if she'd found that thing?

You're the one who brought her, Mike, not me.

What I can't wrap my head around is why.

All right, look.

I think that they know who took my little brother.

I can't explain it, but when I'm here,

I feel closer to Garrett.

My dreams are more vivid, and it...

it's like I can almost...

Change what happened?

Did you ask them about this?

Yeah, I tried.

I don't think they like me very much.

But...

they do like Abby.

Mike, you need to drop this.

I don't really see how
that's any of your business.

I'm telling you, you need to let it go.

Who the hell are you?

Just someone who's trying to help.

(over speakers) ♫ Well, I'm just out of school ♫

♫ Like I'm real, real cool ♫

♫ Got to dance like a fool ♫

♫ Got the message that I got to be a wild one ♫

♫ Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one ♫

Vanessa, wait.

♫ Gonna break it loose... ♫

- Talk to me.
- I'm trying.

You're not listening.

Please. Finding the guy that did this

is the only thing that matters to me.

(song continues)

(electronic humming)

Abby?

Wait. Abby, don't!

- (loud, discordant note plays)
- (song stops)

(ears ringing)

♫ ♫

Mike: (muffled) Abby?

Abby? Abby!

(coughing)

- (Vanessa sighs)
- (Abby whimpers)

- What happened?
- Vanessa: It's okay, Abby.

You just had an accident.

You're okay.

I'm so sorry.

(mechanical clicking)

I don't know what to say.

Just go home, Mike.

Take care of your sister.

What are you so afraid of?

In the storage room...

I saw your eyes. You were terrified.

You can do whatever you want with your own life,

but if you ever bring Abby back here again,

I will shoot you.

- (engine starts in distance)
- (car door opens)

Abby: She looked so angry.

Why does everyone always look at you that way?

♫ ♫

(clears throat)

(sniffs)

(line ringing)

(sighs)

- (line clicks)
- Hey, it's Mike.

I need your help.

(dog barking in distance)

(sizzling)

Abby.

Is that bacon?

Hey, why don't you, uh, get dressed

and then come to the kitchen, okay?

I want to talk to you about something.

Okay.

Wow, there's my favorite little girl.

Mike: Come have a seat, all right?

What did you do?

Abby, look, I think if you just sit down,

we can explain it to you, okay?

No.

I promise you, this is not what you think it is.

I hate you.

I hate you, Mike!

(door slams)

Well, I-I think that went well.

(breathing heavily)

♫ ♫

She reminds me of you, you know.

Always with the temper.

Well, look, when she calms down,

can you, um, tell her that I'm sorry

and that I'll-I'll be back soon?

Well, Mike, there's a larger conversation

that needs to happen here.

So when you do get back, you and me are gonna have

a little chat.

Okay.

(playing softly) ♫ Celebrate good times, come on ♫

(papers rustling)

♫ Let's celebrate ♫

♫ Celebrate good times... ♫

You know what works for me?

A warm glass of milk with chamomile and honey.

I tell you...

What an asshole.

♫ ♫

(birds cawing)

(birds chirping over headphones)

♫ ♫

♫ ♫

(Garrett imitating airplane)

(mother) Okay, enough games, you two.

(straining) Emergency landing.

Garrett: Coming in.

- (Mother chuckles)
- Hey, buddy.

Well, don't just stand there. Dig in.

♫ ♫

Sweetheart, what's wrong?

This... this isn't...

this isn't how it happened.

This isn't real.

(boy) But it could be.

What is this?

This isn't what I asked for.

But it's what you want.

No. I just, I just want to find the man that...

You're lying.

You want to save Garrett.

That's why you're really here.

To change what happened.

To go back.

But I can't.

He's gone. They're all gone.

Really?

You can have this dream every night.

You can be together with him again.

Like before.

How?

(boy) You said we could have anything we wanted.

We want Abby.

Abby?

They love her, Mike, and she loves them.

You've seen her with them.

You've seen how happy she is.

It's time to let her go, sweetheart.

You were never the right person
to take care of her.

(breathing shakily)

Okay. (sniffles)

(voice breaking) Yes.

You're home.

♫ ♫

No.

No, this is wrong.

I don't, I don't want this. Listen...

(heavy mechanical footsteps)

I made a mistake!

Please, I don't want this!

Do you hear me?!

(breathing heavily)

You leave Abby alone!

(heavy mechanical footsteps continue)

(gasps)

(kids whispering) Abby.

- Abby.
- (gasps)

Stay away from my sister!

- (sharp slice)
- (grunts)

(groans)

- (breathing heavily)
- (whispering) Abby.

(grunting)

- Abby.
- Abby.

(breathing heavily)

- Abby.
- (groaning)

(panting)

(kids whispering) Abby. Abby.

Abby. Abby. Abby.

- (whispering continues)
- (mechanical whirring)

- (boy whispers) Abby.
- (mechanical whirring)

(low growling, rattling)

(panting)

(straining)

(grunting)

(sparks crackling)

(whirring stops)

(panting)

♫ ♫

(gasping)

(pained grunting)

♫ ♫

(Foxy scatting nearby)

- (grunting)
- (scatting continues)

(jaws chomping rapidly)

No!

- (crickets chirping)
- (dogs barking in distance)

(knocking)

Jane: Abby?

You can't stay in there forever, you know.

Suit yourself.

(sighs)

(groans)

(announcer on TV) The pottery that grows.

It's easy.

Soak your Chia overnight, spread the seeds...

- (channel changes)
- (audience laughter)

- Oh.
- (woman speaking indistinctly)

(low mechanical whirring)

(laughter and chatter continues on TV)

(thudding in distance)

Freddy?

♫ ♫

Not Freddy.

They're all waiting for you.

It's time to go play.

♫ ♫

Silly Aunt Jane. (chuckles softly)

She fell asleep.

How do we get there?

♫ I wanna be down ♫

♫ With what you're going through ♫

♫ I wanna be down... ♫

Where to, little lady?

- (taxi door opens, closes)
- (taxi rattling)

What the...?

Oh, my goodness!

(giggling)

Not cool. (sighs)

Why do I always get the weirdos?

(groaning, panting)

Careful.

I managed to stop the bleeding,

but you're probably gonna need stitches.

Where are we?

Police supply outpost.

I found you, and, uh, you were...

you were badly hurt.

They tried to kill me, Vanessa.

But I'm guessing you already knew that.

Max.

Her brother.

You knew about them, too, right?

- It's complicated.
- Yeah.

(scoffs) Yeah.

More complicated than

possessed robots murdering innocent people?

They weren't innocent.

Yeah, Abby is!

Mike...
-You saw Abby playing with them.

And you knew what they were capable of,

- and you didn't say anything!
- Mike, please just...

Abby is in danger!

Tell me what happened.

In my dream...

they asked me for Abby.

And I said yes.

It was a mistake, and I-I tried to fix it, but...

What do they want with my sister?

They want to make her like them.

♫ ♫

Come on, let's go.

Where'd you go?

(lights buzzing softly)

Vanessa: In the '80s,
when those kids went missing...

the police searched Freddy's from top to bottom.

Every inch was accounted for.

But they never found them.

Hello?

Vanessa: The man who took them,

he was a...

He was a very bad man.

A very cruel man.

Also a very clever man.

He knew that parents would cry,

and the police would come looking.

And he knew there's one place

- they'd never think to check because...
- (lights clanking)

why would they?

I mean, why would anyone?

It's not just their ghosts that
are inside of those machines.

It's their bodies.

You have to understand, the...

the kids, they don't want to hurt anyone.

It's-it's him.

He influences them somehow.

He took everything from them,
but they don't remember.

Who, Vanessa?

I tried to warn you.

I really did try in my own way.

But it's too late now.

He knows that you're looking for him.

He'll be coming.

You need to tell me who he is.

Vanessa: His name is William Afton.

He's my father.

♫ ♫

(Garrett imitating airplane)

You knew?

(crying) Mike...

This whole time.

My brother, you knew.

Not about Garrett, no.

A-At least...

not when we met.

I'm so, so sorry.

Tell me how to stop them.

Tell me how to save my sister!

(electronic whirring)

{"Talking in Your Sleep" by
The Romantics playing loudly}

Vanessa: Electricity. Electricity is the key.

We use these for animal control.
-(crackles)

There's a Taser on your belt.

It won't do permanent damage,

but it'll mess with the animatronic circuitry.

Hopefully buy you some time.

Come with me.

No.

Vanessa, you owe it to me, and you owe it to them.

No, I can't.

If he's there, I...

I won't be any use to you, believe me.

He really messed you up, didn't he?

(girl screaming faintly)

Take these.

- (engine revving)
- (tires squealing)

♫ ♫

Vanessa: You need to avoid the front entrance.

{"Talking in Your Sleep"
continues playing faintly}

(mechanical whirring)

There's an outlet vent

on the east side of the building.

That's the best way inside.

(rats squeaking)

(panting softly)

♫ You tell me that you want me ♫

Mike: (hushed) No.

♫ You tell me that you need me ♫

(grunts)

♫ You tell me that you love me ♫

♫ And I know that I'm right ♫

♫ 'Cause I hear it in the night ♫

♫ I hear the secrets that you keep... ♫

(panting)

♫ I hear the secrets that you keep... ♫

(song continues faintly)

♫ ♫

- (mechanical clanking)
- (song continues loudly)

♫ Don't you know you're sleeping... ♫

(song continues faintly in distance)

(doors creaking)

(whispers) Abby.

Chica, where are we going?

♫ ♫

(doors close)

♫ And I know that I'm right ♫

♫ 'Cause I hear it in the night ♫

♫ I hear the secrets that you keep ♫

♫ When you're talking in your sleep ♫

- (electricity crackling)
- (song distorting, fading)

Chica, I don't like this.

(screams) Let go of me!

Abby?!

(screaming continues)

(whimpering) Chica, let me go.

- (screams)
- Mike: Hey!

Leave her alone!

(electricity crackling)

Abby: Mike.

Hey.

Are you okay? Are you hurt?

I don't know what's wrong with her.

I don't know why she was trying to hurt me.

I know. I know.

Hey, Abby, listen to me.

I've been an idiot about so many things.

I've been stuck trying to fix the past,

but you are the most important
thing in the world to me,

and I promise you I'm gonna do better.

I love you, too, Mike.

But we should probably go now.

Right, okay. Come on.

(electronic whirring)

♫ ♫

(grunts)

(grunting)

- Mike!
- (grunting)

Run! Hide! Abby, go!

(Mike grunting)

(Mike screaming in distance)

(heavy mechanical footsteps)

(electronic whirring)

(grunting)

(electricity crackling)

(heavy mechanical footsteps)

(games beeping and chiming)

(gasps)

(soft growling)

(breathing heavily)

♫ ♫

(heavy mechanical footsteps)

(shudders)

Abby?

Abby, where are you?

Abby?

(low growling)

(heavy mechanical footsteps)

♫ ♫

(low growling)

(growls)

(electricity crackling)

(distorted laugh)

- (yells)
- (grunts)

(heavy mechanical footsteps)

(electronic whirring)

(electricity crackling)

(Abby screams)

(yelps)

- Vanessa.
- It's okay.

Foxy.

I need to get you somewhere safe

so I can go help your brother, okay?

(distorted) You couldn't just
leave it alone, could you?

(chuckles) Lucky me.

This is perfect.

First I killed your brother.

Now I kill you.

Symmetry, my friend.

Go to hell.

(laughing)

(grunts)

(yellow rabbit) Wake up, children.

I have something for you to play with.

This is gonna be so much fun.

Little ones tell me you have a sister.

She will love it here.

You, however, are finished.

Farewell, Michael Schmidt.

Vanessa: That's enough!

- Drop the knife.
- (Yellow Rabbit laughs)

A little old for temper
tantrums, aren't we, Vanessa?

I'm not kidding, Dad.

You may have forgotten your
loyalties, but I assure you,

they have not.

Abby: Mike!

Please wake up.

William: Now, put that thing away

and help me clean up the mess that you created!

Abby: Please.

Please, Mike. Please. No!

Come on.

(chuckles)

We both know you're not gonna use a...

(screams)

(growling)

(panting)

(grunts softly)

Mike. Mike.

Abby. Abby.

Vanessa: The Yellow Rabbit, he controls them.

The drawings.

The Yellow Rabbit hurt your friends.

Show them what really happened.

- (William yells)
- (Vanessa screams)

(gun clatters)

You had one job.

One.

Keep him in the dark

and kill him if he got too close.

That's two jobs.

(choking)

- (grunts)
- (gasping)

(exclaims)

- No!
- Let go!

I won't let you hurt her, too.

(blade stabs)

Dad.

(panting)

William: Hey.

Hey.

(lights clank)

- (rumbling)
- (rattling)

(lights crackling)

What have you done?

(panting)

(Mike grunts)

♫ ♫

(kids screaming faintly)

(screaming continues)

(growling)

They can see you now.

They know what you did.

William: Move.

Move!

(lights clanking)

(grunting)

Mike!

Look at you.

Look at the nasty things that you have become.

Look how small you are, how worthless you are.

You are wretched, rotten little beasts.

I made you!

(grunting)

(pained whimpering)

(pained grunting)

(sharp mechanical clanking)

(pained panting)

(sharp mechanical clanking)

- (sharp mechanical clanking)
- (bones crunching)

(pained panting)

I always come back.

(grunting)

(electronic whirring)

Abby: What is happening?

Mike: The spring locks.

(William grunting in pain)

Mike: Okay. (grunts)

(straining) Come on. Come on.

Come on.

(growling)

(electronic roaring)

(pained groaning)

♫ ♫

(playful chatter)

- Okay, one more.
- Oh, wait, one more?

- Put one more? One more block?
- Yeah.

- One more block? -Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah. Yeah. Let's do one more.

Lillian: It's really extraordinary,

the turn she's taken these past few weeks.

Whatever you're doing, keep doing it.

Yeah, I will.

Mike: It's not that hard.

What do you want for dinner?

Pizza or spaghetti?

- Both.
- (chuckles)

You got to choose. Which is it?

But I want both.

You can't have both.

Spaghetti with meatballs.

All right, with meatballs.

Um, we're gonna make a quick stop, okay?

(siren wails in distance)

- (air pumping slowly)
- (monitor beeping steadily)

(indistinct announcements over P.A.)

Vanessa, I don't know if...

you can hear any of this, but, um...

I'm having a hard time just

processing everything that happened.

But you were there for me and Abby

when it mattered the most.

And I don't think that either
of us would be here today

if it weren't for you.

So...

So get better.

And we'll be here when you wake up.

Abby: Did you tell her I said hi?

I did.

All right, let's get out of here.

Mike: You okay?

Abby: I was just thinking

- about my friends.
- Mike: Hmm.

They're all alone.

Right.

No one takes care of them anymore.

Can we visit them sometime?

Um...

You know what?

You never know what can happen.

Do you think if you drink enough milk,

- you just turn into a cow?
- (laughs) No.

Would you start, like,

getting, like, spots on you like a cow?

- (chuckles) No.
- What would happen? Just...

♫ ♫

(lights crackling softly)

(William groaning in pain)

(pained groaning continues)

(strained grunting)

{"Five Nights at Freddy's"
by The Living Tombstone playing}

♫ We're waiting every night ♫

♫ To finally roam and invite ♫

♫ Newcomers to play with us ♫

♫ For many years, we've been all alone ♫

♫ We're forced to be still and play ♫

♫ The same songs we've known since that day ♫

♫ An impostor took our life away ♫

♫ Now we're stuck here to decay ♫

♫ Please let us get in, don't lock us away ♫

♫ We're not like what you're thinking ♫

♫ We're poor little souls
who have lost all control ♫

♫ And we're forced here to take that role ♫

♫ We've been all alone, stuck in our little zone ♫

♫ Since 1987 ♫

♫ Join us, be our friend
or just be stuck and defend ♫

♫ After all, you only got five nights at... ♫

(song stops)

(snoring)

(knock on window)

Uh-uh. No, not today. Sorry.

(door opens, closes)

I said, read the s...

(screams)

♫ Five nights at Freddy's ♫

♫ Oh ♫

♫ ♫

♫ We're really quite surprised ♫

♫ We get to see you another night ♫

♫ You should have looked for another job ♫

♫ You should have said to this place goodbye ♫

♫ It's like there's so much more ♫

♫ Maybe you've been in this place before ♫

♫ We remember a face like yours ♫

♫ You seem acquainted with those doors ♫

♫ Please let us get in, don't lock us away ♫

♫ We're not like what you're thinking ♫

♫ We're poor little souls
who have lost all control ♫

♫ And we're forced here to take that role ♫

♫ We've been all alone, stuck in our little zone ♫

♫ Since 1987 ♫

♫ Join us, be our friend
or just be stuck and defend ♫

♫ After all, you only got
five nights at Freddy's ♫

♫ Is this where you want to be? ♫

♫ I just don't get it ♫

♫ Why do you want to stay? ♫

♫ Five nights at Freddy's ♫

♫ Is this where you want to be? ♫

♫ I just don't get it ♫

♫ Why do you want to stay? ♫

♫ Five nights at Freddy's ♫

♫ Oh. ♫

♫ ♫

(song ends)

♫ ♫

♫ ♫

♫ ♫

♫ ♫

(distorted electronic voice) C... O...

M... E...

F... I...

N... D...

M... E.

(music ends)