Afton seeked for a place to hide. The spirits of the first four murders blocked the door behind him. The fifth one followed him, hungry for revenge. "How do you stop a ghost?" Afton thought. "How do you escape something chasing you that's dead? Maybe, with the thing that killed them in the first place." Afton raced to the old golden bonnie suit. No one had touched it other than him in many years. He cranked away the gears, needles, exoskeleton, and voila. He fit. The ghosts stopped. The ghosts at the door vanished. The ghost chasing him stared at him. "No. I won't let you hide. I won't let you sleep. I won't let you rest." Whether it was vengeance from the ghost, or the old leaky ceiling, Afton felt a tap on the crank on his back. Suddenly, his mind was filled with searing hot pain. The springlocks had given out! Slowly, Blood oozing from the animatronic, afton fell slowly, and sat down, unable to move, with an iron will not to die. And there he sat. Until now.