"Yes I trust you that damn much," Gray growled under his breath as he got back on his feet and slipped the small bag into a nearby helmet, to keep it away from any vermin's reach, "And even if I did, I don't doubt for a second you'd kill me on the spot." And that was the Phone Guy's best and worst trait: once he trusted you, his loyalty was unyielding. It was this trust that let the serial killer run around free while his love for the animatronics and the company covered the damages.

But something about this place reminded Phil of the backroom at Freddy's, prompting him to peek around. "When I said death dungeon...I was kidding." He'd have to add torture dungeon too, with the various devices. "W-We, uh, we should go."