What if Evan was in Security Breach?

Fractures

Gregory felt the cold ground beneath him, and as he regained feeling, he pushed himself up.

"Where am I? Look at all this...stuff." The room was small, littered with toys, boxes, and a few clothes, finalised with one small desk with four boxy monitors on top. "Freddy? Freddy, are you there? Evan?"

Remembering Evan, Gregory looked behind him and finally saw Evan, still unconscious. He was resting on top of and underneath multiple old sweaters, with a familiar toy on his side.

Gregory checked his duffel—which he thankfully still had—and realised Fredbear was indeed gone.

Who went through his stuff? Vanessa? But how would she know Evan owned Fredbear? And who tucked him between all those old clothes while he was left on the concrete?

"I bet you think you're real clever, Gregory," came a slightly digital voice. Gregory turned and saw Vanessa's messy image on the monitors. "Yeah, I know your name. You're in big trouble! This is not the night to be wasting my time. So, you are going to wait right there in Lost And Found until your parents or the police arrive."

Gregory lingered on the monitors for a moment before turning to Evan, about to jostle him awake, when noticed Evan was already twitching in his sleep. Gregory reached forward and tried waking him up.

"Evan, c'mon, get up," he told him.

Evan's twitching grew both fainter and more rapid until his eyes opened. He quickly got up, shoving off the sweaters, and met Gregory's gaze.

Yet, before either of them could say anything, a glitchy noise from the screens turned them both to the monitors.

It was the bunny lady from before, her huge red eyes looking almost orange through the screen. She leaned forward, letting out one simple phrase:

"Are you having fun yet?"

Gregory got up, trying to find a way out. He tried the door, but he realised that he didn't have enough security clearance to get out. Beginning to panic, he looked around more, only seeing a vent on the wall, though unfortunately closed.

A high-pitched, musical ringing began to fill Gregory's senses as the world got fuzzy around him. He looked out the window to the office and could only stare at what was outside.

A white rabbit costume was skipping down the stairs, headed straight for him, and the closer she got, the worse his senses became.

He backed up, nearly slipping on something round underneath him. He looked down, realising it was a screwdriver.

Through the haze, an idea struck him, and he looked back to the vent, grabbing the screwdriver as he raced over.

He had gotten the first two screws before he looked back to see where the rabbit lady was, and he realised with horror that she had already reached the bottom of the stairwell.

He called over to Evan as he started the third. "Evan, we gotta move quickly once I get this, okay?" His speech was faster than he expected, and even after a moment to process, Evan still hadn't answered. Gregory finished the third screw and looked back to Evan, pausing for a moment in concern. Evan was standing, looking in fear, but not at the rabbit lady. Just at... nothing, above him. Whatever it was seemed really tall, but even in the blur Gregory couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.

Gregory jumped as he remembered the bunny, glancing back at the window and realising she was in front of the window, waving in an almost child-like fashion. He heard a clatter and glanced back to Evan, noticing that his look of fear had morphed into terror as he noticed the rabbit for the first time.