5 years have passed since Pinkie’s Party Palace was shut down due to one of the animatronics somehow getting out and killing somepony, and Jet didn’t waste a single day of it. He looked all over the town, claiming to his marefriend he was simply out for walks. But in reality he was looking in dumpsters, landfills, anywhere he could to looked for those cursed animatronics. But then at last, he found them. He found them and he took the job to watch them. He went through the nights, terrified. He wasn’t terrified of the animatronics, no, but he was terrified of himself. Because he found himself begging for them to move. Begging for them to hunt him down like they used to. He would have left, had they not brought to the house a new animatronic. A deadly one. One that gave Jet chills. One that made Jet remember. One that remembered Jet, but Jet couldn’t. One that would hunt Jet down, and finish the job he started all those years ago.