Nightwatch Nightmares

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Nightwatch Nightmares

A Five Nights at Freddy's fanfiction

FNAFic by Purple Spring Foxy using characters, places and situations (mostly) from the Five Nights at Freddy's games, created by Scott Cawthon (animdude), based off plausible facts and a ton (about 10+ hours) of research into what could and couldn't happen. Characters and situations may not be like what you're expecting or as what is entirely canon. Also, this goes in the order of FNAF 4, FNAF 2, FNAF 1, FNAF 3 with a tiny bit extra to tie up loose ends (and probably end in a completely different cliffhanger, knowing me). I will warn you now, not many characters remain alive. There is death in this and I am hereby rating it T for Teen. Everything will remain true to the time periods, so expect that. I do not own or co-own any actual songs mentioned, any actual bands/musical artists/composers mentioned or any actual books mentioned. I do not own or co-own Five Nights at Freddy's. Do NOT repost this on any site without my permission. Seriously, plagiarism is illegal, guys. Just don't plagiarize. It's not worth it. Feel free to Share it, +1 it, Tweet it, Tumblr it, Pin it, etc., so long as you use THIS link (http://justanotherfnafpage.blogspot.com/p/the-fnafic-nightwatch-nightmares.html) to do so, or you're just re-whatevering it. All of that being said, I hope you enjoy it!

CHAPTER 1

1983

Jonas and his friends laughed and picked up his crying little brother.

"No!" his little brother screamed, "I don't want to go!"

"You heard the little man!" Jonas taunted, "He wants to get even closer!" he and his friends laughed. His brother struggled and whined, but that just egged Jonas on.

"I think he wants to give Fredbear a kiss!" he laughed.

"NO!!" his brother yelled.

"On three!" Jonas said, "One, two... THREE!" He and his friends shoved his little brother into Fredbear's open mouth and the four laughed. Then, Fredbear's jaws clamped shut with a crunch. The four friends stood in shock, not knowing what to do. Jonas burst into tears and ripped the Foxy mask off his face.

"What... What have I...?!" he sobbed, falling to his knees. The workers immediately ran over and started asking questions, but Jonas didn't even pay attention.

1987

Jonas lead some teenager into the night shift office.

"Listen kid," he said, turning around, "Wait for the phone call. Prescott will tell you what to do." The kid nodded, vigorously, but didn't say anything. Jonas examined him. He didn't look too bright or strong. Probably some nerd from high school, trying to make money to be one of the cool kids. According to the kid's nametag, his name was Jeremy. Jonas sighed and walked off.

"Don't die or anything," he yelled over his shoulder, obviously not actually caring about what happened to this kid. Jeremy sat down in the swivel seat and spun around, glancing at the clock, behind him. It was 11:45. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed a pizza. He was pretty hungry. He didn't get to eat much, at home. His family didn't have enough money for much of anything, including food. Most of it was spent on paying rent for the apartment they lived in. He glanced down at his four-year-old, beaten up, duct tape-covered sneakers and ran his fingers through his messy, mousy-brown hair and sighed, then took a bite of pizza. He was planning on splitting the money with his mother, as she, too, needed it. It'd take him longer to get enough money to go to college, but whatever. Soon, the phone rang and he finished a bite of pizza before answering. It was midnight and his shift had begun. The call, however, was just a pre-recorded message, telling him the ins and outs or the job, including the fact that the animatronic characters, if given the chance, would totally murderize his face if he wasn't careful. The once easy-sounding job suddenly sounded absolutely terrifying and the second this Prescott guy mentioned that, Jeremy flipped that camera up so fast that it nearly flew off the table. Nobody had moved... Yet. When the call finished, he finished the pizza, tossed the box into the bin next to him and started frantically flipping through every camera. Before long, Bonnie had disappeared and Jeremy went searching for him on the cameras. He was in Party Room 3, smiling up at the camera, innocently.

"Stay calm," Jeremy whispered, "Stay calm... Only way you're gonna make it through the night..." He closed his eyes, sighed, then looked at the camera. Bonnie was gone. Jeremy frantically flipped to Cam 03 and saw him staring directly into the camera. Jeremy shuddered, feeling as though Bonnie could watch him through the screen, which was very unsettling. He flipped to the Prize Corner and wound up the music box, then flipped back, only to see the blue bunny missing. He frantically searched the cameras until he found Bonnie about to crawl into a vent on Cam 02.

"No!" he exclaimed, "Don't you dare crawl in that vent!" The camera glitched out. When it returned to normality, Bonnie was gone and he heard him crawling in the vent. He gave the music box a few seconds of being wound, then flipped to Cam 06.

"Get out of there!" Jeremy exclaimed, even though Bonnie wasn't on the screen, "Vents aren't for animatronics!" The camera glitched out and Bonnie was on-screen, about to be out of the vent. Jeremy glanced at the clock, behind him. 5:55. He was almost done with his shift. Five more minutes and he'd be free. The camera glitched out and Jeremy flipped the camera down and put the Freddy head on in about a second. He was lucky, too, because Bonnie had just crawled out. The lights began to flicker and Bonnie stared into the mask. Jeremy tried his hardest not to freak out, but when the 6 AM bell chimed, he fell out of his chair and shrieked. Bonnie backed up and looked at him. Jeremy felt a rush of joy and he just randomly danced while Bonnie watched. He yawned, then walked off. Terrifying as the job was, he and his mother needed the money.

He walked home and sat on the couch.

"How was work?" his mother asked, wheeling in from the kitchen.

"It was... Interesting, to say the least," Jeremy replied, smiling and hugging her. She'd been paralyzed from the waist down when he was 10. They were driving back from a young friend's birthday party when a drunk driver hit the car head-on. He'd managed to drag his mother from the wreck, but his father had died. The other driver had managed to get out with nothing more than a few scrapes and a broken arm.

"You should get some sleep," his mother said, smiling.

END CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

Jeremy walked into the office and yawned. He set the pizza he was carrying on the desk and sat down, waiting for the call. He checked the clock behind him. 11:57. Soon, the phone rang and Jeremy answered it and listened while checking the cameras and winding up the music box. They started moving way faster than before. Again, Bonnie moved, but this time, Chica, too. As Jeremy flipped through the cameras, he saw Chica on Cam 01, climbing into the vent. Jeremy stared, for a moment.

"Where... Where did her eyes and beak go?!" he exclaimed. He wound the music box and checked the hallway in front of him. Nothing. When he flipped up the camera, he was immediately blasted by static. He let out a small yelp upon seeing Mangle, up and about... Or, upside-down, at least... Mangle and the Puppet were his two favourites. As he wound up the music box, he heard somebody in the vents. He nervously checked and saw nothing. Cautiously, he went back to the other cameras and the music box. Then, he heard somebody say, "Hi!" He jumped at the noise, wondering who said it.

"Hello?" he called. The kid giggled. Suddenly, somebody crawled through the vents. He slammed the camera down and checked the vents. Nobody was there. He checked the hall and saw Chica. He looked around, nervously.

"Hey, there!" Chica said, cheerfully, "My name is Chica!" He froze in shock.

"M-my name is- I'm... Jeremy..." he stammered.

"Would you like to party?" she asked. Jeremy flipped the screen up and wound up the box, then spammed the light at her.

"I just love parties!" she said, brightly, "One of the best things about parties is meeting new friends! Do you want to be my friend?"

"S-s-sure...!" Jeremy stuttered.

"I love you!" she yelled, cheerfully. Jeremy was silent. Her programming was creepy at night...Maybe that was just him. He wasn't sure, yet.

He wound up the box and flashed the light down the hall, only to catch her mid-step in walking away. He wound the box up, a bit more, then heard more vent noises. He checked and saw Bonnie, who peeked in the Freddy head, again, once he'd put it on. After Bonnie left, he wound the box up and checked the hall. Nobody was there. He checked the clock. It was only 2:30.

'It could be worse,' he thought as he flashed down the hall. Nobody. Then, somebody was in the vent. He heard the laughter and giggled back, nervously, then fully wound the music box up and counted the seconds for how long it took to wind down, being careful about the vents and lights. At the absolute last second, he wound the box up, completely, then looked around the office. He grabbed the flashlight and cautiously stepped into the long, dark hallway, keeping his hand on the wall to help him find his way. He listened, silently, then made his way to the game room.

"Hello?" he called, turning the flashlight on. He didn't see anybody. He continued scanning the room.

"You don't have to hide!" he announced, "I'm the security guard! Please don't be scared!" Suddenly, the robot boy with the balloon walked towards him and giggled. It was the same voice he'd been hearing. He ran to the Prize Corner and found the button to wind up the music box, then pressed it long enough to give him more than enough time to get to his office. Suddenly, he heard footsteps.

"Hey, kids!" a voice said from behind him. He froze in his place.

"It's time to play!" the voice announced. He started shaking in fear, then he bolted.

Unfortunately, he got grabbed just as he was about to get into the office.

"Arrrr..." a slow, gruff voice growled in his ear in the most generically pirate-sounding way possible. He flashed the flashlight into Foxy's face and ran into the office, spamming him with the light, then he wound the music box and sighed, glad that the little adventure was over.

"Never again," he said, under his breath. He spammed Foxy, again. After that, the night went on at a somewhat decent pace. It wasn't until 5:30 that he messed up. He stared up at the Mangle, who was hanging from the ceiling, before practically having a rave with his flashlight. He had to stop, a few times, just to check the vents or wind the box, occasionally to put on the Freddy Fazbear head, but he pretty much kept that up until 6 AM, at which point, he promptly left the office and waited outside the front door, until somebody came to open the place.

"I-I have a few concerns..." he said, when somebody finally arrived, "The animatronics keep trying to kill me... I think..." Jonas looked at him.

"Yeah, they do that," he replied, walking into the building. Jeremy followed.

"Also, that kid with the balloon..." Jeremy said.

"Oh, you mean Balloon Boy?" Jonas replied, "Did he steal your batteries?"

"What? No!" Jeremy exclaimed, "I heard him and thought he was an actual kid, locked inside the building... I went to go check-"

"You left the office?!" Jonas exclaimed, spinning around and grabbing Jeremy, then he began shaking Jeremy, forcefully, "You don't leave the office for ANYTHING. If you need to stretch, you check the vents. You need to eat, you grab a pizza or something before your shift starts." He let go of Jeremy and the boy fell to the ground.

"Ow..." Jeremy grunted.

"Deal with it," Jonas growled as he walked off. Jeremy decided that he didn't trust Jonas or like him, much. He got up and went home.

END CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

Jeremy went back to the pizzeria, that day. He needed to find somebody from management. When he got there, he was smack-dab in the middle of an 5-year-old's birthday party. Then, he heard Prescott's voice talking to a little girl in a pirate outfit. Apparently, another little girl wasn't letting anybody near Mangle and boy named Mike was hogging the arcade machines and the little girl Prescott was talking to was none too happy about it. As Jeremy approached Prescott, the janitor bumped into him.

"Totally sorry about that, dude!" he exclaimed.

"I-it's okay, ah, Fritz," Jeremy said, looking at the name badge. He saw Jonas walk towards the big hallway, carrying a pizza box and some pictures. Jeremy didn't give it much thought, though. He "excuse me"d and "sorry!"d his way through several children, over to Prescott.

"M-Mr. Prescott?" he asked, quietly, "I-I hate to-to disturb you, b-but... Ah... I need some help..." Prescott turned around, smiling.

"Hey!" he said, cheerfully, "You must be the new night guard... Jeremy Fitzgerald, right? (Jeremy nodded.) Well, you can just call me Jeffery! This is my wife, Linda (She waved, cheerfully at Jeremy, who waved back.) and my daughter, Amanda! (She cheerfully waved and yelled, "HIIIIII!!!!" over the noise. Jeremy waved back and said, "Hey!" quite cheerfully.) What do you need help with?"

"No," Jeremy replied, "It's just... You were right about the animatronics. They DO move around... And last night, one of them tricked me into thinking a kid was locked in the pizzeria..." Jeremy continued telling Jeffery about the nights. After the two finished talking, Jeremy left to go back home. Jeffery turned around to find that five of the kids, including the little pirate girl, were gone. He looked around, frantically.

"Amanda?!" he called, "AMANDA?!" He ran off and accidentally bumped into Jonas.

"Have you seen my daughter and her friends?" Jeffery asked, "It's her birthday..."

"No..." Jonas replied, coolly.

"What's that?" Jeffery asked, pointing at a red splotch on his co-worker's cheek. Jonas quietly wiped it off.

"It's pizza sauce..." Jonas replied, a slight grin creeping across his face, "I hope you find your kid. I have to go fix Bonnie... Looks like he's trying to crush a kid or something." With that, Jonas walked off, licking it off his finger.

Later, that day...

Jeremy walked around in the store, picking up a few groceries when he heard that some kids had gone missing at the pizzeria. He walked to the source of the talking.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Dude! Five kids, like, totally disappeared in that new pizzeria place!" a teen girl said.

"Does anybody know who did it?!" Jeremy exclaimed.

"No way!" she replied.

"It's totally messed up, dude!" a teen boy said.

"Yeah..." Jeremy agreed, quietly. He grabbed a few more groceries and checked out, then ran back to the pizzeria and started talking to everybody there. He eventually came to the conclusion that it was either Jonas or Fritz. They both would've had access to the children and were the two most likely suspects. They were both very suspicious. Jonas didn't even have to say anything to be on the suspect list, though. Jeremy had sort of suspected him ever since he'd heard about it. Fritz, on the other hand, kept avoiding the questions. Unfortunately, one of the waitresses let it slip to Jonas that Jeremy suspected him.

That night...

Jeremy walked into the office and yawned, again. He felt sleepy. He looked at the time and noticed it was 11:30. He closed his eyes...

...And woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. He jumped and fell out of his chair, screaming, then got up, accidentally pushing the fan into the trash can. When he tried to get that out, the trash can fell over and rolled into the vent. He sighed and grabbed it, put it back and started fixing everything, then remembered the phone was ringing, at which point, he finally answered it. Jeremy thought that what Jeffery said was hilarious – that he didn't have any problems, that Foxy probably didn't appear in the hallway... Then, he began to sound a little off as he mentioned some 'rumours' and 'local stories' and that he shouldn't believe them. After the phone call, everything got weird. Jeremy instantly noticed something was off when he heard the child-like laughter, again, as well as a girlish giggle, a deep laugh and lots of static almost as soon as he put down the phone. By 12:30, Chica and Bonnie were already in the vent and Mangle and Foxy were in the hallway. Then, he checked some of the other cameras and about had a heart attack. The other animatronics from Parts and Service were moving around. Nothing too overly eventful happened other than some of the characters getting into the guard room until 3:30, when Jeremy made a mistake. He stayed in the cameras a bit longer than he ought, when, suddenly, Chica pushed his camera down and tried to feed him the little cupcake she always held.

"You should eat!" she said, brightly, "It's your birthday!" Jeremy began shaking in fear. She looked like a demonic smiley face without her eyes and beak.

"N-no thanks..." he stammered. He didn't want to be stuffed in a suit and die. On top of that, his birthday was in February... And the cupcake didn't look edible.

"D-d-d-don't be-be-be-be aaaaaaaafraid-d-d," a glitchy, robotic, yet feminine voice said from behind Chica, "We-S̴̨͘͟͝À͟҉V̡̨E͢ ͜͡U͘͟S҉̷-don't waaaaaaant to-to hurt y-y-you." Jeremy shoved the Freddy Fazbear head on without thinking about it until after the fact.

Eventually, they left, but he was stuck inside the Freddy head. He tried, for a while, to get it off. When it finally did come off, it ricochet off the wall, behind him and flew down the hall. He stared, for a moment, then wound the box up. As soon as he put the camera down, it came flying back at him and smacked him in the face. After setting the chair upright and sitting back down, he yelled, "THANK YOU!" down the hall in a weird sort of way and flashed down it to find Mangle. His nose hurt more than the rest of his face and he figured it had been broken from the impact of the Freddy head smashing into him. He wound the box up, grabbed the edge of the desk and...

...The scream echoed through the entire building, alerting every animatronic to Jeremy's location. Jeremy panted, still grabbing the edge of the desk. The chair had been sent flying across the room and had ricochet over to the left vent, but, on the upside, his nose didn't hurt too bad, anymore. He pulled the chair back over to him, sat down went back to his usual routine. He'd have to clean up his nosebleed a bit later. Not much happened the rest of the night. As soon as the 6 AM bell chimed, he walked off to go find something to clean up the office. After he finished, he left.

"I don't care if he says they're just rumours and local stories," Jeremy said to himself, "I'm gonna find out who made those kids disappear." Jonas looked out, from the side of the building as Jeremy left and grinned as he took a bite of toast.

END CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

Before Jeremy's third night...

Jeffery picked up the tape recorder to resume recording the message for Jeremy when somebody walked in. Jeffery turned around and began to say, "Hello!", but stopped mid-word when he noticed they were dressed in all black with their face hidden.

"Record the message and act normal," the guy demanded in a gruff voice, "Tell Jeremy that the event was just rumours... Nothing more than local stories."

"Why should I?" Jeffery asked, crossly, "After all, it's a lot more than just rumours and local stories." The guy unpocketed a knife and pointed it at Jeffery.

"Do it, Prescott," he growled.

"No," Jeffery said, standing up, "I won't." The guy pushed him back into the chair and put the knife to his throat.

"DO IT," he growled. He turned on the tape recorder. Jeffery had recorded part of the message before he left for the party. Something about Jeremy not having any problems, Foxy probably not appearing in the hallway and a little bit about the Mangle.

"Oh, hey, before I go, uhh, I wanted to ease your mind about any rumors you might have heard lately," Jeffery said, trying to act natural, trying to make it sound as though this were totally true, that his daughter wasn't missing and that there wasn't a masked man pointing a knife at his throat and telling him to say this, as he wanted - no, needed - his daughter to have both a father and mother to come back to, "You know how these local stories come and go and seldom mean anything. I can personally assure you that, whatever is going on out there and however tragic it may be, has nothing to do with our establishment. It’s just all rumour and speculation... People trying to make a buck. You know..." The man held it a bit closer to Jeffery.

"Uhh, our guard during the day has reported nothing unusual," Jeffery continued, "And he’s on watch from opening 'til close. Okay, well anyway, hang in there and I’ll talk to you tomorrow." The man clicked it off and set it down.

"Tonight, Jeremy hears that message," he said, gruffly, "If he doesn't, if he continues the investigation, I'll come back." The man turned and walked to the doorway.

"Oh? And how do you know that?" Jeffery asked.

"I always do," the guy replied, stopping and looking at Jeffery.

Jeremy's fourth night...

Jeremy walked into the office. He was a little creeped out and felt as though he'd been being watched ever since he left the pizzeria, the night previous, which made him uncomfortable. He answered the phone and listened to the message. Jeffery mentioned an investigation, that they might have to close for a few days and that the animatronics were acting weird towards adults. Jeremy wound up the music box and checked everything while pondering whether he actually counted as an adult or not. Then, he heard footsteps. He flashed the hall and Jonas squinted at him.

"It's me," he said, walking over, "I'm joining you on the night shift."

"O-okay," Jeremy said, quietly. After a moment, he looked up at him.

"What?" Jonas asked.

"Do I count as an adult?" Jeremy asked.

"No," Jonas replied, taking the flashlight and Freddy Fazbear head from Jeremy.

"I... I need those..." Jeremy mumbled. Jonas glared at him. Jeremy looked nervous. He wound up the music box, but Jonas pushed it down, pretty quickly.

"Listen," Jonas whispered. Mangle was crawling in the right vent. Jeremy glanced at it, nervously, then walked over and turned on the light. He saw nothing.

"She's not here, yet..." he said, quietly.

"Then crawl in," Jonas replied. Jeremy paused, for a moment.

"What?" he asked.

"Crawl in," Jonas replied.

"Do you know how dangerous that would be?" Jeremy asked. Jonas walked over, grabbed Jeremy and shoved him into the vent. He barely weighed anything.

Suddenly, Jeremy screamed. Jonas could hear the kid kicking and scratching as he got dragged through the vent. Jonas sat in the chair and wound the box. He'd made all of the new models aggressive towards everybody. Somehow, they knew what he'd done. Soon, though, the older models made an appearance. Jonas was shocked to discover that they, too, moved around. However, he wasn't phased in the least. Jeremy had been so kind as to provide a small note on how to do things.

Check hall

Check vents

Put on Freddy head if anybody's in either vent

Wind box

Put on Freddy head as soon as you exit the camera

Repeat

Jonas did this simple little process for a while, then scratched out checking the vents and simply added, 'Check left vent'. It was simpler that way. At about 3:08 in the morning, Jeremy appeared on-screen. Jonas growled and, between keeping everything at bay, he followed Jeremy around on the screens. This kid was pretty good at hiding from the animatronics. It was irritating. Ever so often, Jonas would go and wind up the music box, but he mainly used the cameras to stalk Jeremy, until Jeremy disappeared from the camera views and was in the hallway. When Jeremy got back into the office, he sat down, under the desk, having no place else to hide from the animatronics.

Jonas looked down at Jeremy.

"Hey," Jeremy said with a small wave. Jonas waved back, hiding the fact that he was upset by this turn of events. He sighed and handed Jeremy the flashlight, at which point, Jeremy stood up and started flashing the hallway. Just Foxy and the old Bonnie. In other words, terror from Parts and Service. Whenever something crawled through the vents, Jeremy just shined the flashlight on them and hid under the desk whenever somebody got into the room. This continued for the rest of the night. Strangely, Mangle didn't come back. When they left, Jonas learned why. Jeremy had gone as far as to put her back together as best he could. He'd used some stuff from her area in Parts and Service and she actually looked a bit like her old self, again, but she still had the endoskeleton stuck to her. Jonas walked out the door, silently pondering how his plan could have failed. Jeremy stayed behind for a while to try to fix Mangle up, a bit more. Unfortunately, Jonas soon opened the place for the day and caught Jeremy.

"Well, well, well," he said, grinning down at Jeremy, "It's against company policy to tamper with the animatronics."

"I was just fixing her up!" Jeremy exclaimed, backing away from her.

"The only reason somebody would tamper with one of them is if they were hiding something," Jonas snickered, "I could easily tell management about this, Jeremy. You could lose your precious job." He cornered Jeremy and leaned against the wall.

"Maybe you made the children disappear," he said, quietly.

"I-I didn't! I swear!" Jeremy exclaimed. Jonas grinned and chuckled a little.

"Are you sure?" he asked with a grin that spelled trouble. He then walked off and Jeremy bolted to the door, but his boss walked in. Jonas ran over.

"Jeremy messed with the Mangle," he said. The boss looked at Jeremy.

"Kid, I could easily have your job," the boss growled, loudly.

"I-I... I need the money..." Jeremy stammered, "M-my family... We have... We have almost n-none... A-and I need to-to go to college..." The boss looked at the two angrily, for a long moment.

"Fitzgerald, you get to keep your job," he said, finally, "Also, I'm here because the town's organizing a search for those kids. Since you were both in the pizzeria, that day, you two are gonna help."

"I have more important things to do with my time than-" Jonas started.

"MILLER!!" the boss yelled, "You're gonna help us find those kids!" Jonas took a step back, then nodded, quietly. Jeremy had a growing suspicion that Jonas was the culprit, but he kept that to himself.

"Wh-when does the search begin?" Jeremy asked.

"How does 10 AM sound?" the boss asked.

"S-sure!" Jeremy replied, giving a quick thumbs up and a nod.

"I think he understood the 'sure', kid," Jonas grunted in annoyance.

"MILLER!" the boss yelled, "Get yourself in line!" Jonas nodded, silently and Jeremy frantically scurried away.

END CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

The search for the kids was a total bust. They simply weren't in the town. Jeffery seemed as though he were grasping at straws, hoping the children were merely kidnapped, but he obviously feared otherwise, as did several others, including Jeremy. He went to work earlier than usual, but found Jonas there, grabbing something from the kitchen. He didn't notice Jeremy, though, which Jeremy was very thankful for. He hid underneath a party room table until Jonas left, then ran in and grabbed a pizza, then went to Parts and Service to look around. He smelled the typical cleaning product's smell very strongly after venturing a little deeper into the room than he'd explored. He looked around. He noticed all sorts of things, including stuff for the newer animatronics, except Mangle (her stuff was more towards the front of the room, but off-camera) and an old Fredbear model positioned perfectly so as to cover up what vaguely looked like a closet. Nervously, Jeremy walked towards the closet. He sighed, closed his eyes, then opened it. The scent of cleaning product hit him like a wall of smell. He gagged from the stench. He could've just closed the closet, pretended he hadn't seen anything. He could've just walked back to the office and pretended he knew nothing. He didn't. He opened his eyes and shined the flashlight onto the closet. The bodies of five children were laying limply and all piled on top of each other. Jeremy shakily fell to his knees and dropped the flashlight, tears welling up in his eyes. Then, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. He embraced the arms and cried. After a while, he realized the arms were cold and metal and full of rusted holes. He looked up and saw the old Chica model looking down at him. He could've sworn she looked sad. He looked around and saw the old Bonnie and Freddy models, as well as Foxy. They all looked sad. Then, Jeremy realized that they didn't want to hurt him. It almost felt as though they wanted revenge. Suddenly, Jonas walked in.

"Hey, Fitzger-" Jonas started, but he broke off, realizing this was Parts and Service. He walked over, but didn't see anything. The closet was closed and the old models were just glaring at him. Jonas looked around.

"Jeremy?" he called, "I'm just gonna... Go... I'll be in the office..." He bolted. Jeremy quietly climbed out from underneath a pile of animatronic parts and sighed.

"I'm sorry," Jeremy said, quietly, "I'll tell somebody about the bodies... Somebody nice." He heard the music box being wound up and left the room, hiding whenever it just played so as not to be seen. Eventually, he made it to the office.

"You're late," Jonas said, "Prescott says he might move you to the day shift." Jonas flashed down the hall and found Foxy. He checked the vents and found the old Bonnie in one and the old Chica in the other. He wound up the music box, then put the mask on and waited for them both to leave. When he checked the hall, the old Freddy was there.

"You've never been late, before," he said, finally.

"I had to deal with something..." Jeremy said, "My mom lost her favourite necklace..." Jonas wound up the box, then checked a few other cameras.

"That's weird," he said, "Somebody left a pizza in Parts and Service." Jeremy froze as Jonas looked at him.

"It's also weird that I saw you on several cameras, including Parts and Service around the time the phone rang."

Jeremy's mind raced, trying to find a way out. Jonas shined the light down the hall and found nobody there. Nobody was in either vent, either. Jonas fully wound up the box, then looked at Jeremy.

"What did you see?" he asked, coolly. At this point, Jeremy could've said he saw nothing, that he just heard a noise or that he got lost. But he didn't. Jeremy stood up, shooting the chair across the room.

"I know you killed those kids!" Jeremy yelled, pointing angrily at Jonas, "I don't know why you did it, but I know you did! I saw the bodies! I saw how you hid that closet! You killed them and you don't want people to find them!" Jonas wound up the music box and brandished the flashlight.

"So," he growled, "You've seen too much." Jeremy took a step back and grabbed his own flashlight and spammed the hallway, real quick. Jonas wound up the music box, then turned to Jeremy. Jeremy whacked Jonas with the flashlight, sending him to the ground.

"Honestly, Jonas," he said, "You disgust me." Jonas got back up and kicked Jeremy in the stomach.

"Why are you trying?" he asked, grinning, "I'll always be here." He grabbed Jeremy and slammed him against the wall.

"You've done nothing but motivate me more," he grinned and slammed Jeremy against the wall, again, "Oh, how you try so hard. (SLAM!) Are you sad? (SLAM!) Looks like it. Are you determined? (SLAM!) You sure are. Are you angry? (SLAM!) Excellent. Are you scared? (SLAM!) You look scared..." He dropped Jeremy and got down to Jeremy's level.

"Good," he whispered in his ear. Jeremy moaned a little and opened his eyes. Jonas stared in shock at this. How was he not at least knocked out? Jonas grabbed Jeremy's neck and strangled him. Jeremy weakly struggled for a few moments before passing out. Suddenly, the music box changed tunes. It began playing Pop! Goes the Weasel! Jonas glared at the screen, then ran out of the pizzeria and locked it, leaving Jeremy to the mercy of the animatronics.

Jeremy awoke with a large headache. He moaned and opened his eyes, then screamed. Every animatronic was around him. He soon realized they weren't going to hurt him. In fact, it looked like they were worried about him. He sat up a little and groaned, again. He had the worst headache he could possibly imagine. He looked over at the clock to discover it had only been around a minute. He then felt something tight around his chest and belly and looked down the see the Marionette hugging him. He smiled a little. They actually seemed friendly, even at night. Why would Jeffery say that they wanted to kill him? He smiled at them and Chica handed him his pizza.

"Thanks," he said, quietly. His throat hurt.

"You're welcome!" Chica said, brightly. Jeremy gingerly got up and walked over to the phone. He flipped through a phone book, then dialed a number and waited until somebody answered.

"Hello?" a woman said, sleepily.

"Hi!" Jeremy strained, "May-may I please talk to Jeffery?"

"Who is this?" she asked.

"Jeremy Fitzgerald," he replied, "It's-it's really..." He coughed.

"Sorry... It's really important..." he finished. There were some background noises and voices, then a sleepy, "Hello?"

"Hi," Jeremy said, quietly, "I-I found the kids..."

"You did?!" Jeffery exclaimed, immediately less sleepy-sounding. In fact, he sounded optimistic.

"They... They're..." Jeremy started, then he sighed, "They're dead..." He heard a shocked, sad and surprized noise come from the phone.

"Did... Did you find a young girl with long, brown hair...? She'd be in a pirate outfit..." Jeffery said, quietly.

"She was kind of on the top of the pile..." Jeremy half-whispered.

"I'll be r-right there..." Jeffery said, obviously about to cry.

When Jeffery got there, Jeremy showed him the closet, at which point, he grabbed the little pirate girl from the top and hugged her, sobbing uncontrollably. Jeremy hugged him.

"Who did this?" Jeffery asked, quietly, after some time.

"Jonas," Jeremy said, "After I found them, Jonas attacked me. He said I'd seen too much. I-I'm sorry this happened."

"It's not your fault," Jeffery replied, quietly.

END CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

Jeremy walked into the guard room and looked around. He was nervous. Night time would be prime time for Jonas to come and try to murder him. He frantically checked all of the cameras and, to his relief, didn't see the murderous black-haired man anywhere. He wound up the music box and picked up the phone when it rang. Jeffery was wondering what he was doing there... To just stay the night because it'd be safer than trying to leave... That somebody used the golden suit in the back... That none of the animatronics were acting right... He inhaled, sharply. They hadn't found Jonas... He was terrified. He discovered the truth and Jonas would most definitely want him dead. He had to act natural, though... He flipped between all of the cameras and wound up the box, looking for any sign of Jonas. The animatronics went in and out of the guard room, but that was no issue. He had to act like he still thought they were going to hurt him, though. He heard a noise in the right vent and quietly checked the camera and turned on the light. He flashed Jonas in the eyes with it and Jonas grunted, then backed out of the vent. Jeremy quickly ran to the phone, but didn't hear anything. Jonas had cut the phone lines. As soon as he sat down, the power went out. Jeremy was officially terrified beyond much logical thinking. He tugged at his shirt collar and brandished the flashlight, then turned it on and dug around for some batteries. He found none. He turned off the flashlight and sighed. He'd memorized the building layout and knew how to get around.

He quietly got up and heard somebody in the hallway. He crawled into a vent and silently pulled himself along until he was out of view. Then, his fear took over. He started shaking uncontrollably. He wouldn't survive the night like this. He had to get moving, again. He pulled himself along until he was in the opening of the vent. He listened and heard nothing, so he climbed out and ducked underneath a table. Just as he did, he heard footsteps. Jonas was in the room. He breathed quietly and prayed Jonas wouldn't find him. He heard a table topple over... Then another... And another...

"Would you like me to play a song for you?" Bonnie asked from the doorway. Of course! The animatronics were attracted to sound! If there was enough of it in a room, the animatronics would be lured into the room! Jeremy grinned to himself as a plan began to form.

"Get off me, you stupid rabbit!" Jonas yelled. More animatronics walked into the room. Jeremy took this opportunity to bolt. Obviously, they hated Jonas. Jeremy's plan was, hopefully, going to work. He ran into Parts and Service and grabbed a few tools, then ran to the Prize Corner and started on the music box's lid. When it came up, the Puppet crawled out and looked at Jeremy, then hugged him.

"Listen," Jeremy whispered, "There's a very bad man who's trying to hurt us. I need your help." The Puppet nodded and walked off. Jeremy quietly put a wrench and a screwdriver into his pockets and hid the other tools in the music box, then ran back to Parts and Service. He looked around for Fredbear, but he was gone. Jeremy stared for a moment, then heard footsteps, so he hid in the pile of animatronic parts. He heard heavy footsteps and, through a few small gaps in the pile, saw Fredbear walking right towards him.

Jeremy held his breath, hoping he hadn't been discovered, but his hope was shattered when Fredbear lifted up a huge pile of the animatronic parts. Jeremy shined the flashlight at Fredbear and ran off. Through the suit's mouth, he'd seen Jonas' eyes. Jonas was in Fredbear, again. Jeremy immediately ran into the guard room and hid under the table for a moment, so he could catch his breath. Strategically, this was his best option. It was the room furthest from Parts and Service, it had a closet he could hide in, a desk he could hide under and three exits. Suddenly, he heard a child's laugh. Peeking around the desk, he saw Balloon Boy. He tried to shoo him away, but it didn't work. He immediately ran into the closet. Soon after, he heard heavy breathing in the room. Jeremy closed his eyes and held his breath.

"I know you're in here, Fitzgerald," Jonas said, "The brat only laughs like this when a person's in the room." Jeremy felt his fear welling up, inside him. He wanted to scream, but knew he shouldn't. He heard Jonas getting closer.

"Not under the desk..." Jonas stated, "I know you aren't in the vents..." Jeremy began shaking even more as he felt a fresh wave of fear flow over him. He could hear his heart beating and feel his blood pumping. He suddenly felt like the walls were closing in and his vision began to dim. Every noise grew louder. He fell to his knees and, before he could stop himself, he screamed. Jonas opened the closet.

"Found you," he said, grinning. It was almost as if Jonas thought this were some sort of sick, twisted game. Jeremy whimpered as Jonas bent down. He shook helplessly as Jonas picked him up.

"P-please..." Jeremy stuttered, "D-don't..." Tears streamed down his face and he closed his eyes. Jonas chuckled a little. Suddenly, he heard an animatronic screech and something sent Jonas tumbling to the floor. He let go of Jeremy and he fell. He heard Jonas shriek in pain. Jeremy sat up and saw a little blood trickle from the joints of the suit. Jeremy ran off. He had to get out of the pizzeria. As he reached the door, he tripped and fell with a grunt. He had no time for this. He ran to the door, unlocked it, then locked Jonas in, then ran off to go find a phone.

"Hey, dude! What's the rush?" the guy at 7/11 asked.

"No time!" Jeremy exclaimed, "I need to call the police, like, now!" The guy immediately shoved the phone into Jeremy's hand and dialled the number. Usually, Jeremy would've taken the time to wait until the other person had stopped talking. This was not one of those times.

"Listen!" he exclaimed as soon as somebody answered, "There's a murderer inside Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! You need to send people to go get him!"

"Do you know the address?" the lady asked. Jeremy's mind immediately went blank.

"I-I forgot," he stammered.

"Okay," she said, "Where are you, right now?"

"7/11..." Jeremy replied.

"If we got to you, could you lead us to the murderer?" she asked.

"S-sure!" Jeremy stuttered.

"Okay," she replied, "Just stay calm. I'll send somebody to come get you."

When they got to the 7/11, Jeremy lead them to the pizzeria and told them what to expect. Jeremy immediately noticed something was off when they opened the doors without needing a key or anything. Jeremy stayed behind in the car. When they returned, there was no Jonas. Jeremy stared in fear. That meant he was still out there.

"We didn't find anybody," one of the officers told him, "In fact, it looks nothing like what you told us it was like."

"What do you mean?" Jeremy asked.

"The building has power, the phones work, nothing's been knocked over or messed up..." Jeremy froze in shock.

"I-I swear... He-he was... Everything... NO!" Jeremy bolted out of the car and into the pizzeria. Everything was completely normal. Jonas had cleaned up before he left. Jeremy ran back out.

"I have to... Go home... Thank you!" Jeremy said, before running off. Tonight had gone horribly, horribly wrong. He'd nearly been murdered, he couldn't put his plan into action and Jonas was still out there. Only upside? He was still alive.

END CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

Jeremy walked into the pizzeria, nervously. He glanced around and found somebody with a puffy, black ponytail cleaning. He quietly backed away, but they turned around.

"Hey!" Fritz said, smiling. Jeremy sighed in relief.

"Hey, Fritz," he replied, walking over, "See anything... Strange... Lately?"

"No, why?" he asked, curiously.

"Just-just wondering," Jeremy said, quietly. He glanced around, then walked off. Fritz shrugged and continued cleaning. Fritz was just the volunteer janitor. The other janitor was on break. Unfortunately, Fritz wasn't the best at his job. He kept missing little puddles on the floor. As a result, one had been on the floor of a party room for several days. He honestly should have been the repairman for the animatronics. He was amazing at that. Jeremy peeked into Parts and Service, saw Fredbear and ran into the bathroom. He was scared of Fredbear, after last night. He splashed some water on his face and sighed, then looked into the mirror at his freckled face. He was terrified. You could just see it in his big, amber eyes and his shaky, thin body. "Little" was far from an appropriate word to use. He was a full 6 feet tall, when he stood to his full height... He tried to look tougher, like he wasn't utterly terrified... He remembered his mother's words of encouragement... That everything would be fine... He quietly stepped out of the bathroom and bumped into Fritz.

"Hi! Sorry!" Jeremy exclaimed, falling over.

"Don't worry, dude!" Fritz said, helping him up and smiling, "There's no need to be nervous, dude. Jonas isn't stupid enough to come back here, especially in broad daylight." Jeremy nodded, quietly.

"You're-you're right!" Jeremy replied, smiling a little, "Thanks!" He walked into the main room to keep an eye on the animatronics. After all, Jeffery had said they weren't acting right.

When the kids ran in, for the party, Jeffery walked in, too, just to help keep an eye on everything. Everything ran smoothly for a while, until the Mangle began to act up. It looked like she was about to hurt some kids. Jeremy ran over and tried to shoo the kids away, but they wouldn't listen, so he just gently pushed them out of the way. Suddenly, Mangle pounced him and wrapped around him. She snapped at him a few times, but he managed to push her away with his free hand. Unfortunately, she grew too strong and managed to scrape his shoulder with her teeth. Jeremy grunted in pain and she climbed onto the ceiling and snapped at some kids, who had come back to play, more.

"Kids! Get away!" Jeremy exclaimed, moving some of the kids. Then, she swung down, towards some of the kids. Jeremy leapt over and pushed some kids out of the way. Jeffery noticed this and ran over and grabbed Jeremy to move him out of the way, as he was now directly in Mangle's path.

"Don't worry," Jeffery said, "We'll put the Mangle in Parts and Service... One less thing to worry about, right?" He felt something warm and wet drip onto his shoulder and back, then realized Jeremy was very limp. Jeffery looked at the children, who all looked terrified, then looked at Jeremy. He had the Mangle's jaw lodged firmly into his skull and Mangle was trying to get away, causing Jeremy's body to jerk erratically and the boy's eyes had lost their usual light. Jeffery stared in shock and ran his fingers through his thick, brown hair, then grabbed Mangle's jaws and started trying to separate her jaws, but it wasn't working. They were stuck like that. Fritz ran over and tried to unscrew her jaw, but that didn't work, either. Suddenly, Mangle jerked upwards and ripped part of Jeremy's head away. Jeffery caught Jeremy's limp body as he fell.

"J-Jeremy?" he said, quietly. Jeffery was going into shock from what he'd just witnessed. He couldn't believe that Jeremy, too, was dead. Everything went silent, though the room was full of noise...

Everything was black and warm. Jeremy heard somebody talking, but the voice was so distant and distorted that he couldn't understand anything. He snuggled up into the warmth around him. It was comfortable... He didn't want to leave... He heard somebody crying. He opened his eyes and looked around, then went to find the crying person. The closer he got, the louder it got. It sounded like Jeffery. Why was he crying? Where was he? Why was it getting colder? Suddenly, he felt somebody grab his arm. He turned around and saw a young boy with long, black hair and big, ice blue eyes.

"Thank you for trying, Jeremy," the boy said, "You can't go back, though, but I can give you a gift."

"What do you mean, I can't go back?" Jeremy asked.

"Well, you didn't die, but you're not alive..." the boy replied, "I don't know how to explain it. See, if you had actually died, there would be a light, behind me."

"No!" Jeremy exclaimed, "I-I can't! My mother needs me!"

"So did mine," the boy replied, "Now, I help the others that the bad man hurt."

"Bad man?" Jeremy asked, "You mean Jonas?" The boy nodded.

"You tried to help us," the boy said as six more children walked over, "It's our turn to help you." Jeffery's daughter walked over and hugged Jeremy.

"Thank you," she said. Four of the other five new children walked over and hugged him and thanked him. Then, the first ghost he saw hugged him.

"Follow me," the boy said. He walked into the darkness, followed by the other children. Jeremy followed.

"They're going to scrap the new ones," the boy said, "They're even going to scrap me. I'm sorry, but I can't give you a body." Jeremy was confused.

"The best I can do is this arcade machine," the boy said, "Just walk into it." Jeremy quietly looked at the children, who were smiling at him. Jeremy waved and thanked them, then walked into the arcade machine. He felt his consciousness drift away. He didn't know how long he was asleep. He didn't know much of anything. He heard quiet voices talking, but he couldn't make anything out. They sounded professional and sad and serious and angry. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked out, into the room. The room was full of animatronics, all moving around.

"We found him," he heard the black-haired boy say, "He accidentally let me out of the music box! Follow me! We will finally have our revenge!" The Puppet and old models walked off. Jeremy saw even Fredbear moving around.

Meanwhile, in the guard room...

Fritz looked around, frantically. He got spammed by the new models and hadn't been able to get to the music box. Now, the Puppet was loose. Luckily, it was 5:50. He was almost done. Above all, though, Jeremy had seemed like a good kid. He didn't deserve that. He flashed the flashlight at Foxy, then put on the Freddy head as Old Bonnie, Bonnie, Mangle, Old Freddy and Old Chica passed through the office. He looked at the clock. 5:58. He turned back around and saw Fredbear for a split second. He went to spam Foxy with the flashlight, but the battery had died. Suddenly, the Puppet walked into the hallway. Fritz glanced at the clock. 5:59. The Puppet got closer and closer... Then, the 6 AM bell chimed. Fritz sighed in relief and walked out of the building. He was soon fired and arrested. He had been blamed for Jonas' crimes and Jonas had gotten away.

END CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

"Hello, Daddy! Hello, Mom!" a newly 19-year-old young man sang as he danced into the pizzeria at 11:20 PM, "I'm a ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch... CHERRY BOMB!!!" He looked around, grinning, then ran to go find the kitchen. Upon getting a few pizzas and a few sodas, he wandered off to find the guard room, then sat down in the seat and spun around, cheering, loudly. Afterwards, he put his headphones on and turned on his Discman and jammed out to some Joan Jett. He'd brought a few CDs from groups such as Boston, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, Bon Jovi, Guns n' Roses and AC/DC. He figured that'd be enough to keep him occupied. He was expecting the job to be easy. I mean, who'd rob a pizzeria, right? He danced around the office, screaming along to "Cherry Bomb". After the song ended, he sat down and started eating. When the phone began to ring, he barely heard it, but paused his music when he did and answered it.

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza," he said, jokingly, "This is Mike Schmidt, how can I help you?" He knew nobody would call the pizzeria for an order this late at night. It was closed.

Last week...

Jeffery glanced at the clock, behind him. Almost 6. He sighed in relief, then checked the lights. Bonnie was still there. Nobody was at the other door, though. He checked the camera. Foxy was still in the Cove. Finally, the 6 AM bell rang and he picked up his recording device and turned it on.

"Hello, hello? Uhh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Uhm, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about! Uhh, you'll do fine!" he said, encouragingly as he pulled over a piece of paper that had the introductory greeting and list of things he could and couldn't tell the new guy, "So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week, okay? Uhh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uhh, it's kind of a legal thing... You know... Uhm, 'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.' Blah, blah, blah. Now, that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about! Uhh, the animatronic characters, here, do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No! If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath, I'd probably be a bit irritable at night, too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay." He quietly leaned back, into the chair, before continuing.

"So, just be aware, the characters do tend to... Wander a bit," he continued, "Uhh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uhh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uhh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?" He got flashbacks of when Jeremy was attacked by the Mangle. He forced himself to sound normal as some sadness came over him. Jeremy was a good kid. He didn't deserve to be some... Some vegetable on life support.

"Uhh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you, as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uhh... If they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person," he continued, "They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now, since that's against the rules, here, at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to... Forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit... Uhm... Now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area... So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort... And death. Uhh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask... Heh... Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up... But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uhh, check those cameras and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."

With Mike...

Mike hung up the phone and stared at it while mindlessly flipping through the cameras. He glanced at the cameras and turned off the Discman, then continued eating his pizza and drinking his soda. He flipped to the Show Stage and saw Bonnie, Chica and Freddy all staring at him.

"Well, isn't that just creep-tastic," Mike said, casually. He got closer to the camera and stared right back at them. Suddenly, the camera messed up and Mike backed up, then closed the camera and wheeled to the doors to check the lights. Nobody was there. He went back to the cameras and looked around. Bonnie was in the Dining Area. Nowhere near him. The camera glitched out, again. Mike blinked, slowly and checked the doors, again, before going back to the cameras.

"Chill, Mike," he sighed, "You're freaking out over nothing... That guy was probably just trying to scare you." He didn't even believe that. He looked at the cameras. All of them. Bonnie had gotten to the East Hall Corner, somehow. Mike slowly crept over to the door and waited, then heard footsteps. He checked the light. Nobody was there. Mike turned it off and stared quietly into the darkness. He checked the light, again and saw the big, purple bunny. Bonnie reached out, but Mike slammed the door shut with a, "What's up, Doc?" and proceeded to walk back to the desk and check the cameras. Bonnie didn't leave, for a while, which made Mike worry, a little, as he didn't want to run out of power.

Last week...

Jeffery walked through, to the front doors and the day guard ran over. He'd joined the Fazbear family ever since the new restaurant had opened up. Something about him, though, made Jeffery not trust him, even though he was a friendly person.

"Hey, there, Jeffy-boy!" he said, brightly, "What's up?"

"Not much!" Jeffery replied, smiling, "And you, Vincent?"

"Ah, not much," Vincent replied, grinning, "How's the wife?"

"Linda's doing fine," Jeffery replied, "Uhh, she says hi, by the way."

"Tell her I said hi, back!" Vincent said, brightly, "Well, you'd better go. I have to open the place up, get everything ready for the kids!" Jeffery waved and walked off. That guy gave him the creeps. He got into his car and turned it on, but heard somebody tap on the driver's side window, so he turned to see who it was, then rolled down the window.

"Oh! Jeffery!" Vincent said, "You forgot this on your desk!" He handed Jeffery the recording device.

"I didn't listen to it or anything, but I remembered that you always brought it, so I thought I'd return it," Vincent continued, "Hey, can I stop by, later, around 6-ish, when my shift ends?"

"Uhh, sure?" Jeffery replied, smiling in confusion.

"Awesome! See ya, then!" Vincent replied. He ran back to the pizzeria. Jeffery drove off, to the hospital to go visit Jeremy. He walked into the hospital room with a book.

"Hey," he said, "I'm back! Uhm, I brought a new book I could read to you!" He visited Jeremy every day since the Bite occurred. He'd heard that people in a coma could still hear and he didn't want Jeremy to be alone. He'd often just talk to Jeremy about things that were going on or tell him about movies he'd seen or books he'd read. Often, though, he'd bring a book and just read to Jeremy. He'd talked to Jeremy's mother, Alice, about what kind of things Jeremy was into. As it turned out, Jeremy was quite the geeky boy. He loved sci-fi and fantasy and tales of epic quests and good triumphing over evil. He'd grown up hearing his parents read Peter Pan and Lord of the Rings and, when he'd learned how, he'd read them, himself.

"You've probably read this one, already..." Jeffery said, holding up the book, "It's... It's The Hobbit! This was always a favourite of mine... And Amanda's... I-I thought you might like it, too... Heh, you probably love it." He opened the book.

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit," he read, "Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."

END CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

Mike skateboarded over to the pizzeria, then carried the board into the pizzeria with him. He got his pizzas and sodas, then walked to the guard room, sat down and dug in. Honestly, he didn't think the job was that difficult. Check cameras, check lights, check doors. Super simple, right? He turned on his Discman and started jamming out until the phone rang. He paused it and answered the phone.

"Uhh, Hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uhh, congrats!" the guy on the phone said, "I-I won't talk quite as long this time, since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses... Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk, just to make sure everyone's in their proper place... (Mike frantically opened the cameras and noticed Bonnie had moved.) You know... Uhh... Interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so, hey, I guess that's one more reason not to run out of power, right? I-I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So if-if you can't find something...or someone...on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uhh, you might only have a few seconds to react... Uhh, not that you would be in any danger, of course. ("Of course," Mike sighed, "Only the danger of death if I don't react fast enough.") I'm not implying that. (Mike let out a loud, sarcastic, "HA!") Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being watched... I don't know... Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh, talk to you soon." Mike looked around for Pirate Cove and turned his music back on. When he found it, it was just a curtain. He quickly checked the other cameras. Bonnie was moving around. Everybody else seemed calm, though...

Soon, Bonnie got to the door and found the door slammed shut in his face.

"Sooo, I guess you're just gonna HOP right to it, then!" Mike exclaimed, laughing at his own pun. He returned to the cameras and saw that Chica was still in the hall corner. She'd been standing there for about 30 minutes, now. Mike sighed, then grinned.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked, "CHICKEN?" He laughed, again. He looked at the Cove. The animatronic wasn't behind the curtains. In fact, it looked like he was about to start running.

"Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of no!" Mike sang. He glanced at the clock, giggling like a maniac at his own jokes. It was 1:11. He also found that funny and laughed about it, then got serious and checked the doors and cameras.

Last week...

Jeffery leaned back. He had both doors closed and the camera on Pirate Cove. It wasn't even 2, yet. They'd been being a lot more active, recently. For no apparent reason, he thought back to 1987, before the Bite... He'd located Jeremy's apartment and visited. Jeremy was a good kid and he needed to thank him, somehow, for letting him know what had happened. There wasn't much in the apartment, but what was there was old and damaged. The couch had a pillow and a few small blankets on it. He'd invited the two over for dinner and they'd accepted. Jeremy had eaten more than Jeffery had ever seen anybody eat, before and, having worked at a pizzeria for the past few years, that really was saying something. Jeffery had helped the two and even befriended them. After the Bite, he'd paid to keep Jeremy on life support and continued to help Alice with the financial situation and continued to be her friend. After all, he was a good man, Alice needed help and Jeremy, the only other person to try helping her, was practically dead. He'd never be able to do anything, ever again. In fact, it was a wonder he'd survived, at all. Jeffery sighed, quietly and remembered his daughter, Amanda. She'd adored Foxy as much as he did and dressed like a pirate every day. She'd always called herself Captain Amanda and insisted that people called her that. She was always so happy and playful and imaginative... Jeffery checked Pirate Cove. Foxy was staring out, at him.

With Mike...

Mike slammed the camera down and checked the doors. Bonnie and Chica were both outside the office, so he slammed the doors shut. It continued on with barely anything happening until 5:50. He checked the camera and Foxy was gone. The 'out of order' sign had changed. It now said, "IT'S ME". He paused, a little freaked out, then checked the cameras and saw Foxy outright running down the hall. He slammed the door shut and heard Foxy knock on it, a second later. He checked the light on the other door, but it just clicked, uselessly. He tried to close it, but the door button, too, was useless. He quietly peek out, into the hallway, then got grabbed and dragged. He kicked and screamed, but to no avail. At that moment, his power went out and he heard somebody walking towards the office.

"Freddy!" Chica called, "Don't worry! I have the pizza! Now, we can go and party!"

"LET GO!" Mike yelled, "Let go or I'll have me a nice, big chicken dinner!" Chica dragged him without hesitation.

"I'M NOT A FREAKING PIZZA!!!!" Mike yelled, angrily. He glanced around, then hooked his legs around a door. It'd at least stall her for a little so, hopefully, he could make it to 6 AM and escape. Chica struggled for a moment, but was soon able to continue dragging Mike, who kept struggling and stalling Chica, until the 6 AM bell rang, at which point, she dropped him and walked off. He was only a few steps away from the Backstage area, which was full of the stench of bleach and cleaning product. He walked back to the office and grabbed his skateboard, then walked off, towards the doors. As soon as he got there, however, the doors slammed open and he was greeted with a wide smile.

"Hey!" Vincent said, "You must be the new guy! What's your name?"

"Mike..." Mike replied.

"I'm Vincent, the day guard, here," Vincent replied, still grinning widely. Mike nodded, quietly. This guy was weirding him out.

"Hey, I have to head back home..." Mike said, quietly, "So... Bye!" With that, Mike skateboarded away.

END CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

Jeffery turned off the recording device and took a large drink of coffee, then glanced at the clock. 3:31. He checked the Stage and the Cove, then the door lights. Nobody was there... Usually, they were trying to knock the doors down, by now... They weren't on the cameras and, even though the Cove was wide open, Foxy wasn't in the hall or outside the door... Suddenly, the recording device flew off the table, into the wall for no apparent reason. Jeffery got up and went to grab it, but the second he got near it, it produced a static sound with some background voices. All he could really make out was a child's scream and a deep, robotic voice spelling out the phrases, "HELP THEM" and "SAVE THEM". He stared, for a moment, then picked it up and turned it off. As he turned around, he heard footsteps outside the door.

One week, later (and a few hours, earlier)...

Mike skateboarded into the kitchen and grabbed some pizzas and some drinks, then skateboarded into the guard room, all while listening to Guns n' Roses on his Discman. He set everything down on the desk, then turned around to pick up his skateboard, only to see it rolling away, all on it's own. As he started to follow it, his Discman blasted static into his ears and played a deafening scream. He tried to pause it, but it didn't work, so he ripped the headset off and set the Discman on the desk, then followed the skateboard over to an old arcade machine. He looked at it for a moment, then it filled with red and black stripe static and a random game started up. It looked like the character was Freddy and he was supposed to take cake to the children. Mike shrugged and did this, then noticed a strange, purple sprite at the top of the screen that was messing with a child-like sprite, who was crying... Then, the sprite hopped inside a purple car and drove off and the child went completely greyscale and the game turned into more red and black stripe static, then another one where he was Freddy... He was supposed follow some sort of thing that looked a little like the Puppet, back from when he was a kid. When he turned a corner, a strange, purple sprite ran over and touched Freddy and the words YOU CAN'T flashed on the screen and it faded out with blue and black stripe static, only to become red and black static, again. Another game appeared.

"Give gifts?" Mike wondered as he controlled the Puppet to give four limp sprites present boxes. Then, he read the words GIVE LIFE. He shrugged and floated to the sprites. The heads of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy (not in that order) appeared on the limp sprites, then the screen went to red and black static, again. It faded to yet another game. He was Foxy, now. He walked into the room in front of him repeatedly. At one point, he noticed a purple sprite on the bottom left corner of the screen. When he walked into the room, the sprites were limp and greyscale and the screen went to red and black static, again. Then, the word RUN flashed on the screen, followed by NOW. Mike pressed some buttons and wiggled the joystick. YOU DON'T WANT TO BE HERE flashed on-screen.

"Freaking vandals," Mike sighed. RUN NOW flashed, followed by BEHIND YOU. Mike spun around...

"Hey!" Vincent said, cheerfully, "I got locked in the backstage area..."

"Sure..." Mike replied, glancing at the arcade machine, which flashed the words DON'T TRUST HIM. Mike walked off and opened the front door.

"There ya go," Mike said.

"Thanks!" Vincent said, cheerfully as he exited the building. Mike sighed and walked back to get his skateboard. DON'T TRUST HIM flashed, again. The skateboard flew up, into Mike's hands. BE CAREFUL. Mike cautiously backed away.

"Whatever, dude..." Mike said, "What... Why am I even talking to a freaking arcade machine?!" He walked back into the guard room and set his board down, then sat down and began to tuck in. At that moment, the phone rang, so Mike picked it up and listened.

"Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great!" the guy said, brightly, "Most people don’t last this long! (Mike accidentally dropped his piece of pizza at this.) I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now. I'm not implying that they died. Th-th-that’s not what I meant. ("Riiiiiiiight..." Mike said, sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and sighed.) Uhh, anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real tonight. Uhh... Hey, listen, I had an idea! If you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh, try playing dead! You know, go limp. Then there's a chance that, uhh, maybe they’ll think that you're an empty costume instead. Then again, if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to... Stuff a metal skeleton into you. (Mike stared at the phone, quietly.) I wonder how that would work. ("Yeah, why don't you just-" Mike started, but the heard something in the kitchen.) Yeah, never mind, scratch that... It's best just not to get caught. Uhm... Ok, I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side."

Mike checked the doors while eating a piece of pizza. Nothing, yet. He checked the cameras, but accidentally flipped to the wrong camera and heard a child laughing. The poster on Cam 2B had changed. It was a weird, golden version of Freddy's face, but it was eyeless.

"Finally!" Mike exclaimed, "I can actually do something normal for a night guard!" He flipped the camera down and saw an old golden Freddy Fazbear that reeked of blood and bleach. Mike chuckled, nervously.

"I-I guess you couldn't BEAR not taking this GOLDEN opportunity!" he said with a laugh, putting on an air of toughness. He paused for a moment, then bolted from the room.

"WHO DID IT?!" he yelled, "WHO'S MESSING AROUND?!"

Last week...

Jeffery glanced at the clock. A minute to six. He had both doors closed and the power was at 2%. Suddenly, a drawer flew across the room. He walked over with his coffee, dug through the files and found some old papers from the late 80's. He flipped through them. There were some old pictures, employee files, newspaper clippings...

"Wait..." Jeffery said, quietly. He finished his 8^th cup of coffee as he held up an old photo. The 6 AM bell rang and he pocketed the photo, replaced the files, put the drawer back and looked around the pizzeria for a while, before heading to the front doors. Vincent burst through them and smiled, brightly.

"Hey!" he said, "How are you?"

"I'm great!" he replied, "I'd love to stay and chat, but, uhh... I need to head out. So, I'll see you later!" Vincent waved as Jeffery left and, when he'd gotten away from the pizzzeria, he stopped the car and pulled out the picture he'd found. It was a picture of Jonas Miller, the old day guard. The one Jeremy had accused of being the murderer. The volunteer janitor and one-time night guard, Fritz Smith, had been arrested, due to looking very similar to the man in the videos and not having any alibi other than cleaning at the pizzeria. Jonas had managed to come up with very solid alibis, however. Looking at the picture, though, Jeffery noticed that Jonas and Vincent looked almost identical, except for hair colour and eye colour. Jonas had long, messy black hair that was always pulled into a low ponytail and he had deep blue eyes the colour of sapphires. Vincent, however, had brown hair in a style clearly inspired by Kurt Cobain and he had light brown eyes. The two didn't sound too similar, let alone act similar, though... Jonas had a deep, gruff voice with a moderately thick Russian accent and always acted calm, yet shifty and certainly wouldn't win any personality awards. Vincent, on the other hand... Vincent had a softer voice with a more energetic feel to it and he sounded a bit like a New Yorker who hadn't been exposed to the accent for a while, but still had it. As for Vincent's personality... Vincent was friendly... Then, Jeffery realized that it was perfect. It would be perfect for Jonas. Jonas was not only the day guard, but the maintenance guy, too, back in '87. All Jonas would have to do is remove anybody who'd figured anything out, then make Fritz take the blame. Being the day guard, he'd have the perfect alibi. Then, Jonas would just come back with a different appearance, personality and name to keep tabs on everything...

Meanwhile...

Vincent walked into the restroom and rubbed his eye, then removed a coloured contact. It had been bothering him, today. This was kind of a cool look, actually. One light brown eye, one shockingly sapphire eye. He grinned at his reflection, then noticed his hair colour and remembered his brother. He looked around at the pictures on the walls and noticed one of Fredbear. Fredbear had always been his little brother's favourite... Tears streamed down his face and his happy grin twisted into a psychotic one. He chuckled, quietly, then his chuckle grew into a loud, psychotic laugh. He pulled at his dyed brown hair and fell to his knees, laughing and crying. After the small show of his obvious insanity, he calmed down and put his contact back in., then fixed his hair and tried to act like a happy person. Like Vincent. Jonas was gone. Jonas didn't exist, anymore. Now, he was Vincent. Vincent Bishop. Suddenly, he heard them talking, again...

"We remember... We know what you did..." the voices whispered. The room felt cold. The voices kept going. They wouldn't stop. They would never stop. They kept on...

"SHUT UP!!!!" he screamed, "JUST SHUT UP!!!!"

With Mike...

Mike ran towards the guard room, being chased by Foxy. He'd tried to hide from Bonnie and Chica by hiding in Pirate Cove. Turns out that it wasn't exactly the smartest idea. Now, he was running down the hall being chased by an animatronic that was a faster runner than he was and he was in Track and Field. He barely made it into the office in time and closed the door, but noticed that the other door was closed. He looked around as Foxy knocked on the door. He saw two glowing dots in the shadowed corner behind the desk and stared, for a moment. Mike walked towards the desk and flipped up the tablet, switched to the Cove, then went back to staring at the two dots in the shadows.

"I can do this all night, Fazfreak," Mike said, picking up one of his sodas, "The question is... Can you?" He took a large gulp of soda, then ate a little more pizza as he stared at Freddy. The two stared at each other for some time, until...

"Do you want to hear a song?" Freddy asked.

"Not really," Mike replied. Then, the power went out. Freddy's eyes lit up and a music box version of the Toreador song. Mike saw an opportunity, so he took it. 

"Okay, I get it, the power is all out," Mike sang, "Why don't you shut your freaking mouth?! So, I guess I'm going to get stuffed into a suit without fluff... (The 6 AM bell rang.) Oh wait, just look at that! It's 6 AM! So, guess what, now! I'm gonna scram!" Mike walked out.

"La la lalala la lala la la..." Mike sang, walking away. Suddenly, he tripped on something. It was his skateboard. Suddenly, it started moving with him on it. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped. The arcade machine, again. I TOLD YOU TO RUN flashed at him, THEY'RE ANGRY.

"Who's angry?" Mike asked. THE CHILDREN was his reply.

"What kids?" he asked, putting the skateboard under his arm. CHECK THE WALLS flashed at him, followed by HE'S STILL HERE. A flashlight rolled towards him. Mike picked it up and looked around. They had several newspaper clippings. CHILD KILLED IN TRAGIC FREDBEAR AND FRIENDS ACCIDENT; CHILD FOUND DEAD OUTSIDE FAZBEAR AND FRIENDS; FIVE CHILDREN MISSING; FIVE MISSING CHILDREN FOUND DEAD; FREDDY FAZBEAR KILLER ARRESTED; FIVE CHILDREN FOUND DEAD; FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZA ROBOT, FOXY THE PIRATE, PUT OUT OF ORDER. Mike turned to the arcade machine. DO YOU UNDERSTAND flashed across the arcade machine's screen. Mike nodded, quietly.

"So... Who is it?" Mike asked. THEY WON'T LET ME TELL YOU the machine replied, I DON'T KNOW WHY. Mike could've sworn he heard somebody whisper the words 'it's out revenge' after he read that. Suddenly, the front door opened and Vincent began humming some sort of tune. The arcade machine suddenly went to some sort of Freddy Fazbear game.

"So everybody eat a pizza slice," Vincent sang from the kitchen, "Enjoy the day because life is nice! Come and party with Fredbear and his friends in the place where the party never ends!" Mike paused. He vaguely remembered that song, but the lyrics were different... Shouldn't it be "Come and party with Freddy and his friends"? He shrugged and exited the place, quietly thinking that either the previous guard or Vincent might be the one the arcade machine meant.

END CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

Jeffery walked into the pizzeria an hour before his shift began. THIS IS A BAD IDEA, JEFFERY flashed across the arcade machine, soon followed by, YOU'RE RIGHT, BUT THIS IS A BAD IDEA. Jeffery walked into the kitchen and found Vincent.

"Hey," Jeffery said. Vincent spun around, sharpening a knife, then he smiled.

"Hey!" he said, brightly, "What's up?"

"I was just thinking about some old employees," Jeffery replied with a shrug. Vincent kept smiling.

"Why?" he asked, innocently.

"No reason... You just kind of look like one of them," Jeffery replied, "Ever heard of somebody called... Jonas Miller?" Vincent suddenly tensed up and missed the sharpener, slicing his hand open. He didn't change his facial expression, though, except for a slight eye-twitch, but that was a split second before he sliced himself.

"Never heard of him," he replied. He sharpened the blade, again. Jeffery considered his options. He could confront Vincent, keep talking as though he suspected nothing, or he could just leave. Vincent also considered his options. He'd had a growing suspicion that Jeffery knew what was going on and was just hiding it, but he slipped. Jeffery, as he remembered, was usually pretty good at putting on a poker face and making himself sound completely normal. He noticed something, though. Jeffery's smile seemed just a bit too happy, especially with his clenched fist. He hadn't even waved. In his trying to act natural, Jeffery had forgotten to act natural. Vincent decided to test something.

"So, why are you telling me?" Vincent asked.

"Oh, you know," Jeffery said, pocketing his hands and hesitating for a moment as he looked left, towards the wall, "I, uhh... I just saw you and thought you might want to talk." Vincent nodded, still smiling.

"I see," he replied, "Why are you thinking about the old employees, though?"

"Just, uhm... Just going down memory lane," Jeffery replied, "It's nothing too serious... You know how life is." Jeffery smiled and picked a piece of invisible lint off his shirt, then ruffled the back of his hair. He scanned Jeffery carefully. He was nervous and he was hiding something. Vincent had studied psychology in college and had an entire section of his home library devoted to works on the study of human behaviour, the human psyche and the human body. He knew the body language. He knew the signs. The two had each other made. Vincent had to think up something. He couldn't do anything to stop him, right now. He set the knife down and walked over to Jeffery.

"Hey," he said, backing up a step, "I've gotta head out, but I'll-I'll be back, shortly, uhm... So-so... See you, later!" Vincent waved as Jeffery left the room. After Jeffery had driven off, he put on some kitchen gloves and walked to where the building's power supply was. The little door refused to open, as though somebody was holding it shut, but he managed to force it open, anyway. He put on some gloves and went to work, lowering the building's power supply. He then closed the panel, then went to the animatronics. They were shut off, for now, but not for long. He made them all go to their maximum settings, which would allow them to start moving the exact moment it was midnight, then he went back to the kitchen and continued sharpening the knives.

The week after...

Mike walked into the guard room with his large stack of pizzas and sodas and began to eat, waiting for the phone call. The room felt colder than usual, tonight and all sorts of strange noises were around. Suddenly, the fan flew right past his head, almost braining him. He yelped and ducked beneath the desk. When he got back up, his sodas all exploded, soaking the room.

"CUT IT OUT!" Mike yelled, "I REALLY don't need to be fired!" The cupcake flew at his face and he ducked.

"WHAT THE FREAKING HOT SAUCE CHRISTMAS CAKE IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!" Mike yelled. Suddenly, the form of a tall, teenage boy flickered in front of him. The kid looked positively ticked off. He had messy, shoulder-length, brown hair and wore a grey shirt that was stained with blood. All of the small objects in the room began to float.

"WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!" the kid yelled.

"Because I freaking WORK HERE, you brainless idiot!" Mike yelled back.

"For your information, my physical body is only missing it's frontal lobe," the kid grunted, "I still have my whole brain... Just not physically..." Mike stared for a moment as the kid mumbled something about his physical body not having any logic, reasoning or motor skills of any kind.

"YOU'RE the Bite of '87?!" Mike exclaimed, once the kid had stopped rambling.

"I'm also the one who told you to get out of here," the kid replied, "As usual, nobody listens to me because I'm just some stupid teenager who knows nothing! I just don't get it..."

"Well, you know, it's kind of hard to know things without a frontal lobe..." Mike replied, grinning. This earned him another glare from the kid.

"Why do you want to stay?" the kid asked after a moment. He'd finally calmed down a little.

"Because I need the money," Mike replied, "My dad's kicking me out of the house, which means I need to find some apartment to rent for a while."

"I see," the kid replied, "But is this where you want to be?" He wasn't angry, anymore. More than anything, he looked very sympathetic.

"Yeah," Mike grunted, sitting on the desk, "So, what... Are you a hallucination or something?"

"I know how this sounds, but I'm a ghost," the kid replied, "My name is Jeremy and I half-died in 1987 and now, I help ghost kids try to get revenge on their killer so they can cross over, into the afterlife. I haunt an arcade machine – you've seen it – and try to get people to leave this place or at least not make stupid choices." Mike blinked, slowly, then cocked an eyebrow.

"Wow," he replied, after a moment's pause.

"Yep," Jeremy replied, sitting next to him. He paused.

"I'm sorry about all of this," he said, finally, motioning to the room, "I can't control my powers, too well... So, when I feel too strong of an emotion..." He pointed at the fan and the cupcake and the empty soda cups. Mike shrugged.

"So... Why are you suddenly talking to me through more than just an arcade machine?" he asked.

"Because I can finally warn you..." Jeremy replied, "The killer is still here... He's going by the name Vincent..."

"I freaking KNEW he was a creeptastic serial killer!" Mike exclaimed, "He gives off this vibe..."

"He's insane," Jeremy said, "He's been mumbling about another murder spree in the pizzeria."

"Seriously?" Mike asked, "I mean, that one that got Foxy put out of order was pretty recent..."

"Just last month," Jeremy replied, "This time, though, it's not just kids he wants to kill." Mike stared at him.

"Workers, too," Jeremy continued, "You need to get out of here. If you don't, I'll do something that will insure your safety."

"Like what?" Mike asked.

"Get you fired," Jeremy replied, "You don't need to spend five nights at Freddy's. Heck, you don't need to spend one night at Freddy's! Knowing the company, though, you'll be spending around seven nights, here... But really, dude... There are thousands of other places to work at."

"Yeah, right back at you, kid," Mike growled in response.

"Touché," Jeremy replied. Suddenly, the phone rang. Mike answered it.

"Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day 4... I knew you could do it!" the phone guy said, "Uh, hey, listen... I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow. (Banging sounds were heard in the background.) It's-It's been a bad night, here, for me... Uhm, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you (He cleared his throat.) uhh, when I did. Uhh, hey, do me a favor. (More banging sounds.) Maybe, sometime, uhh, you could check inside those suits in the back room? (The banging continued.) I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks... Maybe it won’t be so bad... (Whoever it was continued banging on the door.) Uhh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there..." Jeremy and Mike stared at each other.

"You know..." the phone guy continued, but something... Or someone... Moaned in the background, "Oh, no..." Several noises were heard at once, then a loud animatronic screech was heard, followed by static. Mike hung up. Jeremy had disappeared, but he'd had the decency to put everything back to normal and clean everything. Mike continued on with the night and got out alive.

Last week...

Freddy screamed in Jeffery's face and tried to grab him, but Jeffery had managed to duck under the desk just in time. He didn't have much time left to react, so he bolted, ripping the keys out of his pocket. When he got to the front door, he nervously fumbled the keys and dropped them. He bent down to pick them up, then heard fast, heavy footsteps. He spun around, only to find Foxy. Foxy had always been his favourite. At night, though, he was just like the others. Maybe he could run, then get back to the door...

"Arr..." Foxy growled, interrupting his thoughts, "How would ye l-l-like te join C-C-Capt'n Foxy's crew, matey?" Just as Jeffery went to run, again, Foxy leapt into the air and pinned him to the ground. Bonnie walked over, next.

"I just love hugs," Bonnie said, "Come here and give me a hug." Bonnie pulled Jeffery into his arms and started dragging him off. Jeffery struggled, but to no avail. Bonnie was too strong, but Jeffery didn't want to die, so he kept struggling, trying to get away. Soon, Bonnie stopped and another set of hands grabbed him in a sort of hug.

"I just love pizza," Chica said from behind him, "But as much as I love pizza, I love making new friends!" He never realized how terrifying their catchphrases and hug programmes were at night until now. He looked around. He was backstage. Suddenly, Freddy's signature laugh played.

"Oh-oh, no..." Jeffery said, remembering the severity of failing. But it was only 3:45 AM. How had he used up all of his power? Freddy entered the room, closing the door behind him and Chica let go of him. He bolted towards the door, but Freddy caught him by the arm, wrenching it from it's socket. Foxy knocked at the door just as Jeffery's pained screech sounded. Freddy set up the old, golden bear suit and removed its head.

"Tha-that... F-Fredbear... That..." Jeffery stammered in an attempt to reason with the animatronics, "That... Fredbear was... He was decommissioned! You... That... It's against the rules!" Freddy's head turned toward him, slowly, twitching a little.

"Endoskeletons aren't allowed out of their suits," he said. When was that programmed into him? Jeffery wrenched himself away and ran towards the door, again, only to be smashed into the wall by Chica. His glasses fell off his face with a cracked lens and some blood from the force with which he hit the wall. He was momentarily dazed. He felt somebody grab him.

"I'm human!" he yelled in a final attempt to reason with them, "I'm not an endoskeleton! I'm human!" His entire body was now off the ground, being dangled by two large, metal hands.

"No," he exclaimed, "NO!" He felt himself being pushed into the suit.

"NO!!!" he shrieked. Freddy's laugh played, again and the mask went back onto the body.

"Please..." Jeffery whimpered, "No..." The mask fastened to the body of the suit. Then, Jeffery noticed that he wasn't being crushed. Then, he remembered why.

"Springlocks," he said, relieved, "It's-" Suddenly, he felt the suit getting tighter.

"No... Oh, no..." he gasped. He stayed as still as possible. He knew what would happen if he so much as breathed wrong on these things. They slowly got tighter until they were all pressing to his skin. Maybe he'd make it... Maybe somebody would find him... Suddenly, he felt something pierce his shoulder and screamed. Then, something went through his leg. His entire body shook in pain and, as a result, the springlocks tightened, crushing and piercing his body to the point where he, although, still alive, couldn't move or manage even a whisper. It was agonizing and terrifying. Then, he felt as his body went numb. He felt tired and cold and, soon, he couldn't feel the pain, anymore. He closed his eyes, feeling himself drifting away.

END CHAPTER 11

Chapter 12

Mike walked into the office with his pizzas and sodas and spun around in the chair with AC/DC blasting in his ears. Inbetween songs, he heard the phone ring, so he stopped and, after a moment of shock that there was another message, he answered it. It was a bunch of garbled noise. He was honestly very freaked out by it. He checked the cameras and nobody had moved, yet he heard noise coming from the kitchen. Then, Bonnie and Chica moved. Seeing only Bonnie in the next camera, he flipped around. What he saw on the Restroom cam made his heart skip a beat. Vincent was grinning psychotically at the camera with a knife in each hand. Suddenly, he got closer to the camera, then, a few seconds, later, it went black with the words, "CAMERA DISABLED AUDIO ONLY" on it. Mike stared in shock, for a moment, suddenly wishing he'd listened to the kid more than he already did. He looked at his power, then flipped through the cameras, being sure to check the Cove. Vincent was in the East Hall, just grinning psychotically at the camera. Mike came up with a plan as he flipped the camera to the Cove. He walked over to the window and looked out, being sure to keep an eye on the door. When Vincent arrived, he'd run for it. He didn't have the power to just hole up until 6 AM. That'd be asking too much of a company that didn't even pay it's employees the minimum wage. Finally, Vincent arrived, slamming himself against the window and laughing. Mike jumped at that, then bolted out the other side of the room.

"Why bother running, Michael?" Vincent yelled, chasing after him, "You can't hide from me! You can't outrun me! There's no point! Just succumb to the inevitable!"

"Why don't you go-" he yelled, getting cut off by the fact that he was standing face-to-face with Freddy.

"Listen," Mike said, "There's a psycho murderer chasing me, so go try killing him, instead 'coz I really don't have time for this!"

"It's time to play!" Freddy announced, walking past Mike. Mike sighed in relief, then ran on, into the restrooms. He hid in one of the stalls and put his feet up on the seat, hoping nobody would think to check them as he tried to relax so he wouldn't die of a heart attack or something. Soon, though, he was discovered by Chica.

"Are you lost, little one?" she asked, embracing Mike in a hug, "Don't be scared. We'll help you find your mom." She carried Mike to the office and set him down.

"You're okay," she said, "There's no reason to be scared." She walked off, leaving Mike there to be scared and confused about everything involving this situation. Mike checked his power. 95%. He checked the time. 5:30 AM. He checked the power. 95%. He flipped through the cameras, then the power died. He hid under the desk and heard footsteps, followed by Vincent humming Freddy's jingle as he entered the room.

"I know you're in here, why don't you come out?" he sang, "You wanted to live? Should've shut your mouth. So, you aren't getting out of this alive! You know you're gonna die! And look in both my hands! I have some knives! Now, it's time to say good-bye!" He looked under the desk and grinned.

"It's me," he whispered.

Earlier, that day...

Mike stormed into the pizzeria in what was obviously a bad mood. He walked right over to Vincent, then dragged him off, into the guard room and closed both of the doors after shoving Vincent into the chair.

"So," he said, "Heard you're a psycho child killer."

"What?!" Vincent exclaimed, "Why would I kill kids?!"

"I don't know!" Mike yelled, "You tell me!"

"I didn't!" Vincent exclaimed, "Why would you think that?! I'm a nice guy!" Mike glared at him, not believing that for a second.

"I'm a teenager, not an idiot," Mike growled, "Why people never listen to teenagers is beyond me, because we're not as dumb as people think! I know what you did! I know your name isn't even Vincent!"

"Oh? Then what is it?" Vincent asked.

"...Not Vincent?" Mike said, quietly, realizing he had no clue what the guy's name was. One of the other day guards walked over and knocked on the window, so Mike opened the door.

"Yeah?" he asked, blankly.

"I need Vincent back," she replied.

"Knock yourself out," Mike replied, walking off.

While Vincent was trying to deal with Mike...

Jeremy floated through the pizzeria, trying to think up a way to get Mike out of the pizzeria, when he noticed Vincent wandering the halls of the pizzeria.

"No!" Jeremy yelled, "Get out of here!" Vincent grinned up at the restroom camera as he messed with it, disabling the video.

"What did you do, Mike?!" Jeremy yelled. He didn't have to worry about being noticed, as he was invisible to everybody who wasn't a ghost. He flew to the Show Stage.

"Listen, guys," he said, "Your murderer is in the building. You can get him if you go, now! Just don't hurt the one in the guard uniform! He's innocent! Go after the one with the knives! Go after the one who killed you! If you see the actual night guard, take him to safety! If he's about to die, you protect him!" He flew off, towards Pirate Cove, only to find a tall, older man with short, brown hair and a nice suit.

"Who are you?" Jeremy asked, not thinking this guy could see or hear him.

"I am the Horseman of Death," the man replied. Jeremy went very still.

"Why-uhm... Why are-are you here?" he asked, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Because somebody's time has come," Death replied. He walked past Jeremy and down the hall, towards the guard room.

"Wait!" Jeremy yelled, flying after him, "Mike's innocent! He doesn't need to die!"

"His time has come," Death replied, calmly. This was not what Jeremy needed. He barely knew Mike, but he knew that Mike deserved to live a long, happy life.

"Please!" Jeremy yelled, putting himself between Death and the guard room. He glanced in and saw that Mike was staring out of the other window. Death stopped in front of Jeremy.

"I'm not in control of when it's somebody's time," Death replied, "He will die, tonight." Jeremy was having none of that.

"He doesn't need to die!" Jeremy yelled, "You could just... Leave. Leave and not look back. He deserves to live past 19!" Mike suddenly ran past the two, followed by Vincent.

"I mean, yeah, he's reckless and he plays Russian Roulette with his life, but he really does deserve to live!" Jeremy continued. This continued for a while. When the clock struck 5 AM, Death smiled. Jeremy stopped talking, suddenly feeling more uncomfortable than before. There was a long silence broken only by the sounds of the animatronics and Vincent.

"Alright," Death said, "I'll spare him." Jeremy sighed in relief.

"But..." Death continued, causing Jeremy to freeze, "...You will owe me a favour at the time of my choosing." Death held out his hand and stared into Jeremy's eyes. His gaze felt like a thousand frozen blades piercing through the boy's very being. He felt a sense of dread as he, too, extended his hand. The voice in the back of his head told him not to, that this was a bad idea, but he grabbed Death's hand and stared into his dark, piercing eyes.

30 minutes, later...

Mike rolled out from underneath the desk and grabbed the chair as he stood up. Vincent stood up and grinned crazily at Mike, then lunged forward, knives ready to stab, but Mike pulled the chair up, using it as a makeshift shield. Vincent laughed and shoved the knife into Mike's shoulder, pushing it down to the hilt. Mike screamed and fell to his knees, gripping the chair tighter as his hot, warm blood ran down his arm. Vincent ripped the knife from Mike's shoulder and laughed as Mike screamed in pain. Mike, grunted, then thrust forward with the chair, shoving it into Vincent's belly, winding him and shoving him into the desk. Vincent dropped the two knives and Mike threw the chair down and grabbed them both, kneed Vincent between the legs, then ran off as Vincent fell over, groaning in pain. He ran until he got to the front door, which he then tried to open, but discovered was locked.

"Keys..." he said, "KEYS!" He set the knives down and searched his pockets, only to find that he didn't have the keys on his person.

"Looking for these?" Vincent asked from behind him. He spun around.

"Come and get them," Vincent grinned. Mike ran at him, but Vincent threw them across the room and shoved Mike to the ground. The next thing Mike saw was a knife going right for his face. Luckily, he managed to grab Vincent's wrist and stop him, but Vincent was strong and this all resulted in the knife getting uncomfortably close to Mike's eye which just widened in fear, which really didn't help the situation, because Vincent saw this, dropped the other knife and used his now free hand to hold the eye open as he pushed downwards in an attempt to stab Mike's eye. Mike reached up and grabbed Vincent's throat, causing pain to shoot through his shoulder more than it already had been. The man just grinned down at him and kneed him between the legs. As a result, Mike faultered and let go of Vincent's wrist but, just as the knife was about to meet Mike's eye, Vincent got ripped off of him and thrown across the room. When Mike sat up, he saw Foxy pinning Vincent to the ground. Vincent was bleeding a little, probably from where the fox's hook had dug in when he threw him. Soon, the other three animatronics walked over and picked Vincent up. Mike scurried to the keys and left the building just as the 6 AM bell rang. He skateboarded home as fast as he could and slammed the door shut, hoping Vincent didn't follow him home.

END CHAPTER 12

Chapter 13

Mike walked into the pizzeria, his arm now heavily bandaged. He'd had to have several stitches and had been put on some painkillers, so he was more than a little loopy, at the moment and was only partially wondering why he'd come to work, at all, even though it had been heavily suggested that he take the next long while off. He woozily screamed "Cherry Bomb" at the top of his lungs as he grabbed a few empty pizza boxes, a few full ones, a few empty soda cups and a few half-full ones and stumbled into the guard room. Immediately, the animatronics began to move. Within a few minutes, Bonnie was already outside the door.

"What's up, Doc?" he said. Mike slammed the door shut and went back to the cameras.

"Nooo..." he said, quietly, "You're too fast..." He flipped through the cameras and started eating one of the pizza boxes, not even realizing it wasn't pizza.

Jeremy floated around, looking at everybody. They promised it'd be a truce, tonight. They wouldn't try to stuff him into a suit. Instead, they were just going to ruthlessly make puns and jokes whenever they got near his doors. Well, except for Amanda... She hadn't been okay since that one night, last week. She'd tried to save Jeffery. Marion floated over.

"Mr. Jeremy?" he said.

"Yes, Mari?" Jeremy replied. Marion used to be the child inside the Puppet. He'd convinced the other children that nobody over 18 could be trusted and that if anybody over 18 was in the place at night, they must be stuffed into a suit. To be completely honest, Marion didn't trust anybody over 10. The only reason he'd kept Jeremy around was because he'd tried to stop Jonas. Now, he and one other ghost boy had already convinced management that the whole "stuffing people into animatronic suits" was in the programming of the animatronics, back in '87. This theory stuck around and never really went away. The other ghost boy said that it was just "fixing" people...

"Why aren't they getting rid of the man?" he asked.

"One night truce," Jeremy replied, "He got hurt by the bad man, last night. For some stupid reason, he came back to work."

Chica walked outside Mike's office.

"Oh, Miiiiiike!" she called.

"Yeah?" Mike replied, looking at the screen.

"Why did the chicken cross the pizzeria?" she asked, playfully.

"I don't know, Chica," Mike replied.

"To get to the idiot's room!" she exclaimed, brightly.

"Haha, very funny, go away," Mike said, looking out the other door. Chica knocked on the door.

"Knock knooooock!" she called, giggling, a little.

"WHAT?!" Mike yelled.

"You're supposed to say, 'who's there?'," she grumbled.

"Who's there?!" Mike yelled in annoyance. Chica got into the window and grinned, pausing for a moment. She and Mike stared at each other, she grinning and he glaring.

"The chicken," she said, finally, before laughing so hard she fell over. Mike started yelling angrily. Jeremy overheard all of this and giggled at it. Finally, Mike gave up on being mad, then realized just how funny the joke was and he, too, began laughing. When he finally stopped, he checked the other door, again, then closed it upon seeing Bonnie, then checked Chica's door. Nobody was there, so he opened it. This went on for a while, just the animatronics making jokes and Mike settling down and laughing, having fun and just enjoying himself, honestly forgetting that the animatronics tried to kill him for three nights in a row.

At 5:55 AM, the power went out. Freddy, who was outside the right door wasn't too happy about this, so he walked through the door.

"Sorry," he said, "Excuse me." Mike got up to walk off, but Freddy pushed him back into his seat.

"Nope," Freddy said, "I just couldn't BEAR it if you left!" Freddy continued on, through the room, knocking everything over before getting to the other door.

"Are you done, yet?" Mike asked.

"Just have to get into position..." Freddy said, "Wind up the music... And... Okay! I'll show you my scary face!" Freddy laughed, then the jingle started. Before it finished, however, the clock struck 6 AM. Unfortunately, Mike passed out before he could leave.

Mike woke up with a start. His shoulder was white-hot with pain that was shooting through him, as though he'd been stabbed, again. He moaned and got up, then exited the guard room. The first thing he noticed when he got to the main area was a brown-haired man talking to a kid.

"You lost your mommy?" the man asked in a thick Australian accent. The kid nodded, sobbing loudly.

"Hey!" Mike yelled, running over, "Vincent, step away from the kid!" The man turned towards Mike and the kid ran off.

"Who's Vincent?" he asked. This guy wasn't Vincent or whatever his real name was.

"Uhm..." Mike said, quietly.

"My name's Chris," the guy replied, "I just started here, today." Suddenly, the kid Chris was talking to screamed. Mike and Chris both looked in the direction to see Vincent picking him up.

"Don't cry," Vincent said, smiling warmly and turning around, "There's nothing to be afraid of. Let's go find your mommy..." Mike ran over and, just as he was about to punch Vincent, Chica's cupcake flew out of her hand and hit Vincent in the back of the head. He grunted and dropped the kid as he spun around.

"Mike," he growled, "Thought for sure you'd be gone, by now."

"Nope," Mike replied, quietly thinking to himself that he was going to scream at Jeremy the next time he saw him.

"That was a very stupid thing to do," Vincent said, glaring daggers into Mike's eyes.

"That's what I'm good at," Mike replied, "Stupid things."

"And I'm just angry enough to have fun with you..." Vincent grinned before a brief chuckle.

"Dude, you're just sick!" Mike exclaimed. Vincent grinned even more, got right up in Mike's face and said, "I know." Mike backed up a little, then Vincent turned around, going back to a less insane facial expression. Nobody seemed to have noticed what had just happened. How typical. Just as he took a step, Freddy's microphone shot across the room and into the back of Vincent's head. Vincent spun around, then stormed back over to Mike.

"Who do you think you are, Michael Schmidt?!" Vincent growled, "You think you can just hit me and get away with it?!"

"I didn't do that," Mike said, "The animatronics are malfunctioning." He pointed at the Show Stage, where Freddy was laughing as his head spun in circles and Chica's arms were going insane and just whirling around like fan blades. Bonnie seemed to be the only one of the three who wasn't acting weird.

"Now, I think you should leave and never come back," Mike said, "See, I could tell everybody what I know about you – how you killed those kids, how you tried to kill me – and get you thrown in prison for the rest of your life."

"Are you threatening me?" Vincent asked, with a grin that suggested terrible things.

"Yes, Vincent, I am," Mike replied with an equally intense glare. Vincent chuckled.

"Do you know what I do with people who are willing to tell people what they know, Michael?" Vincent asked.

"You probably kill them," Mike replied, "But see, I'm not afraid of dying."

"Yes, Michael, I kill them, but if I'm angry enough, I toy with them, a little," Vincent grinned, ignoring Mike's comment.

"Not afraid of pain, either, you sick-" Mike started, but the sound of somebody screaming, "MICHAEL JAMES SCHMIDT!!!!!!!!!" rang through the pizzeria, cutting him off and silencing everybody and everything except for the animatronics. Mike suddenly got very stiff. Vincent grinned even wider.

"I think your daddy wants you, Michael," he said, "Have fun." He walked off.

"Mr. Schmidt?" he said, walking over to Mike's dad, "You are Mr. Schmidt, right?"

"Unfortunately," Mr. Schmidt replied.

"Your son, Michael... He..." Vincent wiped a false tear from under his eye, "He hit me... I was just trying to help this kid find his mother and he hit me and told me to leave the kid alone... Told me to mind my own business..."

"Bring him to me," Mr. Schmidt said in a tone that suggested rather painful things for Mike, "I'll be sure he doesn't do it, again."

"Th-thank you," Vincent said. He walked off, stowing the hurt puppy look and replacing it with a twisted, sadistic grin. He wrenched Mike out from underneath one of the tables and looked at a lady who was seated, there.

"I'm very sorry, ma'am, but it seems like this pervert was looking up your skirt," he said, tightening his grip on Mike's arm so that his nails dug into his skin. Mike winced as a little blood trickled down Vincent's hand. The lady got up and smacked Mike, gathered the kids at the table and exited the building while talking about making a complaint to the restaurant’s manager. Vincent drug Mike across the room, over to Mr. Schmidt, then grabbed his stabbed shoulder and looked, again, like a hurt puppy. He tightened his grip on Mike's shoulder causing Mike to yell out in pain. From there, Mr. Schmidt grabbed Mike's wrist and dragged him outside. Vincent walked back to the people in the pizzeria and turned up the music so as to cover up the loud argument from outside.

END CHAPTER 13

Chapter 14

Mike silently laid face-down on his pillow, waiting for the front door close. When it finally did, he got up and walked to his window in time to see his dad drive off. He pushed the screen out of the window, climbed onto the roof, put the screen back, then carefully crawled across the roof and over to the drainpipe, which he then shimmied down. He then proceeded to skateboard over to the pizzeria. He glanced at the clock. 11:30. Perfect. He went over to the Show Stage and began tampering with Bonnie when Jeremy quietly floated over.

"Hey, Mike," he said, obviously upset, "I-I saw what happened, today."

"Yeah," Mike replied, looking at him. Jeremy immediately noticed Mike's new bruises and busted lip. The kid gasped.

"Are-are you a-alr-right?" he stammered.

"I'm fine," Mike replied, going back to Bonnie.

"Wh-what happened?" Jeremy asked.

"Nothing," Mike replied, shooting a quick glare at him.

"It doesn't look like-" Jeremy started, but he stopped when Mike shot a very angry glare at him.

"Football," Mike growled. Jeremy paused, then looked at Bonnie.

"So, uhm... Tr-trying to-to, uhm..." he stuttered.

"I'm making tonight easy," Mike sighed, "I can't handle being at home and I can't handle tonight being too hard..."

"I could help," Jeremy replied, "I know how." Mike cocked an eyebrow and looked at him for a long, silent moment.

"Really?" he said, finally. Jeremy nodded. Mike thought, for a moment, that the whites of Jeremy's eyes looked a little blue, but dismissed the thought. Jeremy helped Mike mess around with the electronics within, then smiled.

"There you go," he said, "There should be no need to check the cameras or doors."

"Thanks, kid," Mike said, "It's been a rough day." Mike walked off, to the kitchen to grab his usual pizzas and sodas, then went to the guard room. Almost the second it was midnight, Mike heard Freddy laugh and several footsteps. He checked outside his door and noticed Bonnie. He slammed both doors shut and checked the cameras, glaring at the screen upon seeing all four of them out and about.

Jeremy quietly floated beside Marion.

"You hijacked my brain," he said.

"I did," Marion replied, "He's one of them." Jeremy sighed and looked at the boy.

"Just because he's over 18 doesn't mean he's a murderer," Jeremy said, gently.

"Yes, it does," Marion replied as he floated away. Jeremy sighed, again. Unfortunately, Marion had sort of lost his mind around '93. He'd been wanting revenge on Jonas since he'd been murdered, but he'd slowly drifted into a state of insanity that made him no better than the man who'd killed him. Along with this insanity came the ability to create puppets out of other people – he could get into people's minds and make them think and do whatever he wanted. He used this quite often, actually.

Later...

Mike sat in the room with both doors closed and pizza in his mouth while he tried to figure out how he'd manage to make it to the bathroom without getting caught by an animatronic. He quickly checked on the Cove, then looked at the camera map before deciding that there was simply no way to make it there. He closed the camera and sighed, then quietly glanced at one of his empty drink cups, then at the clock, behind him. 5:45. As soon as he turned back, the power went out.

"Great," he sighed, hearing Freddy approach, "COME AT ME, FAZFREAK!!! I'VE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE!!!" Freddy played the first eight seconds of the Toreadore jingle, then entered the room.

"I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY, JEREMY!!!" Mike yelled, angrily as Freddy positioned himself within the room. Then, there was silence. A long, dark silence... And then, Freddy let out a high-pitched scream that began robotic and ended child-like and grabbed Mike. Mike kicked and flailed and screamed, but to no avail. He was soon brought to the Backstage area, which reeked of all kinds of blood. Freddy set Mike down, then left. Suddenly, the closet swung open to reveal two corpses... If they could both be called that. One was the body of that one guy – Chris – from the day shift. He'd obviously put up a fight, but he'd lost... A lot... The other was an old, blood-stained Freddy suit that was gold in colour. On top of its leg was a cracked pair of glasses and a recording device. Mike scurried over and pocketed the recording device, hoping he could figure out more information to get this Vincent guy behind bars... And hopefully make some extra cash. As soon as he got up to leave, he felt as though strings were coming from every joint of his body. He was compelled to crawl into a Freddy Fazbear suit, so, doing as everything within him said, he grabbed one of the bodies and began to climb in. Then, the strings snapped and he realized what he was doing. He quietly backed away from it, then ran out the door. He found himself at the front door but, even though he unlocked it, it wouldn't budge. He could hear the animatronics drawing near. Suddenly, the 6 AM bell rang and Mike cheered and closed his eyes for what felt like only a few seconds, only to wake up to Vincent's grinning face.

"Well done, Schmidt," Vincent grinned, "You earned yourself a pink slip."

"What?!" Mike exclaimed.

"You've been fired," Vincent replied, still grinning, "Let's see... Tampering with the animatronics, general unprofessionalism and odor..." He chuckled and tossed the pink slip at Mike.

"Happy 6 AM, kid," he said, "Don't come back here. You've been barred for life."

"It's a pizzeria, you idiot," Mike growled, "You can't bar me for life." With that, Mike stormed off and headed to a friend's house, where he then spent the next few months. The recordings on the device had some interesting information, such as the fact that Vincent was probably a murder suspect from '87 named Jonas Miller, but when he tried to play it back for the police, it played something about spring locks and the proper way to get into and out of the suits without bleeding out. Mike was unable to sell the tape recorder but, eventually, he got the money he needed for an apartment. He generally worked as a cashier or shelf-stocker and never as a night guard. He'd had quite enough of that. He still kept an eye out, just to make sure Vincent wasn't anywhere near him. As for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, it wasn't able to stay open. The animatronics, as well as many other things, kept malfunctioning. They eventually abandoned the place. Vincent reclaimed his old first name and appereance and worked at a local day care. And Jeremy? He continued to watch over the children, even after the place closed. Of course, nobody could ever expect what would happen, next...

Jeffery felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw a big, blurry spot because he didn't have his glasses on.

"Hey," Jeremy said. Jeffery sat up and Jeremy handed him his glasses.

"I need you to do me a favour..." Jeremy said.

"What do you need?" Jeffery asked.

"I need you to find the animatronics and get them to follow you," Jeremy replied, "Lead them to an old, boarded up area, then leave them."

"Sure!" Jeffery replied with a smile. He got up and walked off, then found the Show Stage.

"Follow me," he said. Freddy followed him. Jeffery lead him to the boarded up area, then walked away and repeated the process with Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, then he returned to Jeremy.

"Why did they get destroyed?" he asked.

"Somebody's in the building," Jeremy replied. He walked off. Jeffery followed, quietly.

Jonas grinned, then chuckled.

"Finally," he said, "I can leave. They'll shut up... They'll leave me alone..." The room suddenly grew very cold. Jonas shivered.

"We know what you did..." one of the kids said. Jonas spun around.

"No..." he said, his eyes widening in fear, "NO!"

"We won't forget..." another kid said. Jonas backed up.

"Stay-STAY BACK!" Jonas yelled, "Don't touch me!" He motioned for them to stay back, to go away. One of them began chasing him around the room. When he got far enough away, he looked around, then ran for the Spring Bonnie suit. He laughed.

"You can't get me, NOW!!!" he laughed, "I'm invincible! Go away!" The ghosts merely stared at him. The room got colder. He saw the ghost of that Fitzgerald kid from the 80's. Suddenly, the springlocks creaked and tightened. Jonas couldn't move, they were so tight.

"No..." Jonas gasped, knowing what was about to happen, "NO!!!!!" He'd already had to go through this once, with Fredbear, back in '87... The Puppet had tackled him and they'd dug into him, non-lethally. Jeremy looked at him, for a moment, then raised his hand, then paused. Nothing happened for a few seconds, besides the kids smiling up at Jeremy, in a rather odd way, as though they knew something he didn't... Then, the springlocks snapped in on Jonas. Jonas screamed in agony as white hot pain shot through every fibre of his being. Blood shot across the room in every direction and his body shook violently as the springlocks slowly got tighter.

"G-GET IT OFF...!" he screamed. He fell over, into a puddle of his own blood. One by one, the ghosts disappeared, leaving only Jeremy and the dying killer.

"H-he-lp... M-me..." Jonas begged as his body shook.

Jeremy turned and walked off. When he was almost to the guard room, he fell to his knees.

"What have I done..." he whispered, quietly. He stared at the poster of Freddy, then ripped it off the wall with an angry scream. He walked into the office and sat in the chair and sighed. He was still angry at himself for what he'd done. He angrily shot everything across the room, then ripped the 'CELEBRATE!' poster off the wall. He screamed in anger.

"WHY DID I DO IT?!" he screamed. The desk and chair flew off the ground and into the wall. He walked down the other hall, ripping everything off the walls. Every object just flew across the rooms and halls and nearly everything broke. He fell to his knees and screamed, again. He was quite literally blinded by anger at the fact that he'd just killed somebody, especially in such a horrible way. Jeremy fell to the ground and curled up in fetal position and cried for a good, long while. He was terrified of the fact that he was capable of actually killing somebody, especially like that. He couldn't hear Jonas, anymore.

Jonas opened his eyes. He couldn't feel the pain, anymore. He looked around and the Spring Bonnie suit moved with him. He stood up, taking the entire suit with him in the motion. The suit was a little clunky, but it'd have to do. Maybe it was all just a horrible dream... Or, maybe, he was dead. He ambled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Spring Bonnie was covered in his blood and gore. He lifted the top of the suit's head. He'd seen better days. He was also covered in his own blood and gore with springlocks going into his face. He sighed. It was weird to sigh without seeing his mouth move.

"My name is..." he started, then he realized he didn't know what to name himself. Vincent Bishop was easy. He'd only been adopted into the Miller family. He was originally from Russia, born to the name Dmitrii Nikolayevich Sokolov. For his false identity, he re-took what his adoptive family had said his birth family's name and his adoptive little brother's first name. Now... What to call himself... Spring Bonnie wouldn't work, anymore, for this animatronic. Jonas wouldn't be fitting. It didn't have a terrifying ring to it. Neither did Vincent or Dmitrii. He focused, quietly, then floated out of the suit and looked at it and his springlock-trapped body. Then he grinned.

"Springtrap," he said, "My name is Springtrap."

TO BE CONTINUED...

CHAPTER 15

2013...

Violet sat down in the old swivel seat and spun around, pulling our her phone.

'@ work #nightshift' she Tweeted. She pocketed the phone and leaned back, looking at the window in front of her desk. She paused, feeling a chill creep up her spine. She shivered and walked off.

"Least they could do is put a working heater in this place..." she mumbled. She walked into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. She was a very pale young woman of 21 with jet black hair and startling, sapphire eyes. She touched up her black lipstick, then walked off. As she walked past a P.A speaker, she could've sworn she heard a quiet sort of static from it. She shrugged it off and returned to her office, just as the phone rang. She sighed and answered it.

"Hey, hey! Glad you came back for another night! I promise it’ll be a lot more interesting this time!" the guy – Toby – said, enthusiastically, "We found some, some great new relics over the weekend and we’re out tracking down a new lead right now! So, uhh, lemme just update you real quick, then you can get to work. Like, the attraction opens in, like, a week, so we have to make sure everything works and nothing catches on fire! Uhh, when the place opens, people will come in at the opposite end of the building and work their way toward you, then pass you, and out the exit. Uhh, yeah. You’ve officially become part of the attraction. Uhh, you’ll be starring as... The security guard! So not only will you be monitoring the people on the camera as they pass through – you know, to make sure no one steals anything or makes out in the corner – but you’ll also be a part of the show. It'll make it feel really authentic, I think. Uhh, so lemme tell you about what’s new – we found another set of drawings, always nice and a Foxy head! Which we think could be authentic..." Blah, blah, blah. This guy seriously got on her nerves.

"...Uhh, ha, uhh, right now the place is basically just, you know, flashing lights and spooky props. Uhh, I honestly thought we’d have more by now... Uhh... If we don’t have something really cool by next week, we may have to suit you up in a furry suit and make you walk around saying, "Boo!" Heh-heh. Uhh, but, you know, like I said, we're trying to track down a good lead right now. Uhh, some guy who helped design one of the buildings said there was, like, an extra room that got boarded up, or, uhh, something like that. So we’re gonna take a peek and see what we can find. Uhh, for now, just get comfortable with the new set up. Uhm, you can check the security cameras over to your right with a click of that blue button. Uhh, you can toggle between the hall cam and the vent cam. Uhh, then over to your far left, uhh, you can flip up your maintenance panel. Y'know, use this to reboot any systems that may go offline. Uhh-heh... Uhh... In trying to make the place feel vintage, we may have overdone it a bit... Heh-heh... Some of this equipment is barely functional... Yeah, I wasn't joking about the fire... That's-that's... That's a real risk. Uhh, the most important thing you want to watch for is the ventilation. Look, this place will give you the spooks, man and if you let that ventilation go offline, then you'll start seeing some crazy stuff, man – keep that air flowing! Okay, keep an eye on things and we'll try to have something new for you, tomorrow night."

She hung up and looked at the cameras, then at the maintenance panel, then at the Freddy body, outside the door. She was honestly surprized that there wasn't any Bonnie stuff. Bonnie was always her favourite. Just like every other time she'd gone to work, though, nothing happened. After 6 AM, she left.

Later, that day...

Jeremy quietly laid on the ground, not moving. Maybe if he didn't move, Jonas would go away... Not that Jeremy really had a choice, though. Jonas chuckled and grabbed Jeremy by his hair.

"I know you're still there, Fitzgerald," he grinned. Jeremy moaned, too weak to do anything else. Jonas dropped Jeremy, obviously not entertained, anymore, then grabbed Jeremy's ankles and dragged him back to the arcade machine. Sweet relief. Jeremy was just a toy, to Jonas. He was akin to the Mangle, in a sense. Jonas knew Jeremy was the one who killed him. He planned on making Jeremy suffer for that. Jeremy relaxed inside the arcade machine and was oblivious to the fact that people were in the building.

Toby strode across the room.

"Well, you know, it's a good thing we forgot the heaters in the attraction," he shuddered. It was so cold, here.

"Okay, dudes," he said, "We need that arcade machine, there..."

"Toby!" one of the others yelled as she ran over, "We found something! An actual animatronic!" Toby followed her.

"Oh, wow!" he exclaimed, "It's perfect! It creepy, it's old, it's gold! I love it!"

"What's it say above it, though?" the lady asked. Toby got closer and looked.

"My... Name... Is... Springtrap," he read. Suddenly, the animatronic reached out and grabbed Toby's arm. Toby jumped and screamed, then laughed.

"I love it!" he said, brightly, "Let's take this to the attraction, too!" Jonas grinned. This sounded very promising.

END CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

Violet walked down the chilly hallway outside the office in boredom, waiting for the phone call. When she heard the phone ringing, she ran and answered it. They'd found an actual animatronic. Why that mattered was beyond her, but, hey, cool, whatever. She quietly pulled out her phone and looked at Twitter. She shivered as the room got colder. She'd tell Toby to put an actual heater in the office, later. She scrolled through, not even noticing that there was a ghost right behind her.

"What are you doing on this..." Jeremy wondered, getting closer to the screen, "Twitter? You should be running and screaming!"

'@ work, again #nightshift' Violet Tweeted.

"Number there's a murderous freaking ghost chasing me!" Jeremy yelled. Violet scrolled through some Tweets and found a picture saying, "There could be a ghost aggressively breakdancing beside you and you'd have no idea". Jeremy started aggressively dancing beside Violet and went visible. She kept scrolling, not even noticing him. He sighed and floated away. Violet jumped and looked around, then noticed the screen and put her phone away. She saw Springtrap staring right at her.

Meanwhile...

Jonas watched as Springtrap stared at the camera. He'd learned how to control several things all at once, without even being near them. It was a little strange, being able to see from multiple points of view all at once, but it was interesting. It was like having the camera system in his head, but having every view open at once and each time he took over something, a new view was added. He could focus in on particular views, though. Being a ghost, he could see any ghosts floating around, so he immediately noticed Jeremy creeping down the hall to stop Springtrap's advance. He chuckled and floated off to go stop him. When he got to Jeremy, he hid in the walls and just watched, following Jeremy until he got to Springtrap, then he grabbed him from behind, causing the boy to yelp in shock. Jeremy was kind of a strange ghost, as he was still partially alive. He could feel more physical sensation than normal ghosts and he was still partially corporeal.

"What are you doing, Jeremy?" he asked. Jeremy began shaking like he always did when he was scared. Jonas loved it when that happened.

"N-nothing..." he replied, quietly.

"You're not, say, trying to stop the Springtrap's pursuit?" Jonas asked.

"Wh-why would I-I do that?" Jeremy stammered. Jonas grinned. Jeremy's fear almost made his annoyance worthwhile...

"Oh, I don't know..." Jonas replied, "To, maybe... Save the guard?" Jeremy didn't reply, so Jonas hugged the boy to him and attempted entering the boy's mind. However, the boy blocked the attempt. Jonas growled. It wouldn't work if he was knocked out. Suddenly Springtrap walked past distracting Jeremy and Jonas was immediately thrust into Jeremy's mind. He'd been psychically pushing so hard that when he finally gained entry, it was like being thrown into his mind. Now that he was in, however, he didn't have to leave for a while. Not until he wanted to. He searched through Jeremy's mind. It was like a huge room with several doorways leading into huge libraries of information. He just had to navigate it. Honestly, it was shocking to see how much information Jeremy had stored in his mind. He must have had an eidetic memory. Jonas scoured Jeremy's mind and, only a few seconds later, he was back in his own mind with all of the information Jeremy had. When in another's mind, time flowed differently. A lifetime of information could be recalled in a mere few seconds. Of course, other things could be done in another's mind, such as controlling the person, making the person so things... They could be fun, but they all took longer and time was honestly of the essence. Jonas spun Jeremy around and glared at him.

"You're really bad at lying, aren't you?" he grinned. Suddenly, Jeremy went invisible. Jonas stared in shock and checked all of his views. He couldn't find Jeremy anywhere.

Jeremy floated into the arcade machine, then looked around. As far as he knew, Jonas didn't know his trick. He quietly followed a line of power into one of the security cameras, then followed a line of power from the camera into the office. Violet scowled and went to go reboot the visual feed from the cameras, as Jeremy's transportation had messed it up. Jeremy looked at all of the cameras and noticed that Springtrap was nowhere near the office, so he floated out of the screen. Violet screamed and fell over, then fixed the ventilation system.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?!" she exclaimed.

"Who I am isn't important, but I'm here to help you," he replied. She sighed.

"Okay," she replied, "Assuming I'm not hallucinating, why would you do that?"

"Because the bunny's trying to kill you and I'm a good person," he replied. She stared at him, looking unimpressed.

"The bunny's possessed by another ghost, named Jonas Miller, who died in it and now, he's killing people just like he did in life," Jeremy explained. Violet looked shocked.

"Uhm..." she said, quietly, "Okay... Uhm... First off, Jonas Miller? How did you know him...? Second, how on EARTH did you know that?!" The two stared at each other, silently, for a few moments.

"Because he killed me, too," Jeremy replied, "Then, I was sort of there for his death..."

"Okay, what do I need to do?" Violet asked.

"What all can you do?" Jeremy asked.

"I can play a noise, block a vent and look at cameras," Violet replied, "You flip to whichever camera you want him to go, hit this button, here... And he'll follow the noise. If he's in a vent, you go to that layer, find him and close the door nearest to him." She demonstrated all of this as she explained.

"Okay," Jeremy replied, "I'm kind of a strategy master, so... I can help you, if you want..."

"Okay," Violet replied, "Just one thing..."

"What is it?" Jeremy asked.

"Prove to me you're not a hallucination," she replied, "Tell me your name."

"Jeremy," he replied, "Jeremy Fitzgerald. You can look at old papers from 1987. I existed."

Springtrap walked along, lead by the sounds of a laughing child. But where was he?

"Hello?" Jonas called out from inside the suit. He looked around, then heard the sound, again and followed it. Still nobody there. Who was making the sound?

"HELLO?!" he yelled. Nobody replied. Then, he remembered the voice.

"Balloon Boy?!" he exclaimed. He'd been tricked. He walked off to go find the office. Unfortunately, the suit was deterred. He'd forgotten that the animatronics were attracted to sound, which meant that the laughter would draw him away from his destination. He fought the programming as much as he could, but it didn't quite work. The only reason he now had psychic abilities was because he was a ghost. Why weren't they working against technology from the early 80's? More specifically, why weren't they working against technology from the early 80's that he was controlling? No, better question... Why couldn't he get out of the technology from the early 80's that he was controlling? He struggled, then quietly gave up.

"You win this round," he sighed in irritation.

Jeremy and Violet grinned at each other, then the visual feed cut out, so Jeremy went to fix that. When he returned to the other side of the desk, he looked at the screen and saw Springtrap just staring at the camera. He glanced at the clock.

"Almost 6 AM," he said, smiling. Violet nodded, then played another sound...

"No!" Jonas yelled as Springtrap wandered off, following the noise, "Stop this, you stupid contraption!" He couldn't get out. He was stuck inside Springtrap. Just as he was about to try, again, he heard the 6 AM bell ring...

Violet and Jeremy hi-5'd.

"You should probably get out of here," he said.

"What about you?" she asked. Jeremy shrugged.

"I can't leave," he replied, "I'm tied down to wherever the arcade machine is."

"Oh," she replied, "Well, I guess I'll see you, tomorrow, then! Don't die or anything..."

"Bit late for that," Jeremy replied as she walked off, "Er, sort of..." He followed the electrical currents back to the arcade machine.

END CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

Toby climbed out of his family's large, heated pool and grabbed his phone to make a call.

"Hey, Vi!" he said, brightly when she picked up.

"What do you want, Toby?" she sighed.

"Just wanted to say hi!" he replied, happily, "Also, the only work-related part of this... Uhm... Don't touch Springtrap... That-that could be bad, but, uhm... How... How are you?" His phone blared dial tone into his ear and he sighed, then walked into the big, four-story house his family owned and got dried and dressed. He looked into the mirror and smiled. He had big, nut brown eyes and yellow-gold hair. He had eight piercings in total – a lip piercing, a nose piercing, an eyebrow piercing, a tongue piercing and four earrings, all in the same ear. They were all just small ones – studs and hoops – but he kept getting odd looks from everybody. He gazed into the mirror a while longer and sighed, quietly. Maybe Violet could see something nobody else could. The doctor always said that he had problems... The kind of problems you can't see. He'd always said that his mother shouldn't have drank or smoked during pregnancy... He grabbed his scarf and threw it around his neck to make it look carefree, but still be warm, then headed off to the garage. He was the son of the CEO of Fazbear Entertainment and the manager of Fazbear's Fright and, unlike most things in his life, he took his job seriously. He stopped by several times a day, just to be sure everything was running smoothly.

"Hey, Bentley!" he said, brightly as he ran in. His chauffeur turned to look at him.

"Hello, Master Peterson," Bentley replied.

"Can I take, uhm... Take the Mustang out for a-a spin?" Toby asked, cheerfully.

"Your parents have informed you on several occasions that you are not to drive," Bentley replied. Toby pulled out his wallet and held up $200.

"Please?" he asked with a charming smile.

"I could drive you," Bentley said, pushing the money back into Toby's wallet.

About 20 minutes, later, at the attraction...

Toby ran into the attraction and looked around, then pulled out a list and looked at it.

"Okay... First off, make, uhm... Make sure the systems are up to my-my dad's standards..." he said, walking off. He checked everything and made sure it was working to his dad's standards, to the best of his ability, then heard an awful screech of a meow. He ran off, to the location of the noise and screamed as a blood-covered cat bolted past him. He walked on, following the bloody paw prints and wrinkled his nose at the stench and looked at Springtrap, who was slumped on the floor.

"Ew..." he said, picking up a cloth and approaching Springtrap, "What's this icky stuff?" He wiped some rather foul-smelling, dark red liquid from the bunny's mouth and looked at it, quietly.

"No-no being dirty, Springy! We need you clean for the people!" Suddenly, Springtrap got up. Toby jumped and took a step backwards, then giggled, a little.

"H-h-hello, k-k-kids!" Springtrap said, cheerfully, "W-w-wanna have some-some-some-some-some fun?" Toby smiled. This was perfect for the attraction.

"I-I-I have a fun g-g-g-game we could p-pl-play!" Springtrap continued. Springtrap's eyes suddenly flashed sapphire blue and he got right up to Toby.

"It's called murder," the bunny said, darkly. The smile instantly faded from Toby's face and he backed up, then turned and ran, but Springtrap grabbed his scarf and dragged him back. Toby kicked and took the scarf off, then spun around, pulling out a pocket knife. Springtrap laughed, then ripped the knife from Toby's hand and pushed him to the ground.

25 minutes, later...

Springtrap got up and laughed, covered in blood, then heard Smells Like Teen Spirit coming from the blood-soaked ground. He looked down, then picked up Toby's blood-spattered phone. It said 'Violet' on it. Springtrap crushed the phone and threw it to the ground, beside Toby's eviscerated body and walked off.

Later, that night...

Violet walked into the attraction and instantly felt that something was off. She shrugged it off as paranoia or a ventilation error and walked on. Then, the familiar stench of blood hit her like a wall. She quietly walked on and noticed, after some time, a piercing on the ground, soon followed by several more. They had blood on them, as though they were ripped from somebody's body.

"...Toby...?" she said, quietly. Maybe he was hurt... By the look of the blood flowing from the nearby room, though... She quietly walked on, then found his carved up, bloody corpse with all eight piercings forcefully ripped out of his face, ear and tongue. His blond hair was now mostly a dark red, dyed by his own blood and viscera. Whoever did this wanted him to be in pain until the bitter end. She gasped and took a half-step back. She didn't particularly like Toby... At all... But this? She pulled out her phone and called Toby's dad.

"Peterson residence," a dull drone of a male voice answered.

"I-I need to speak with Mr. Peterson..." Violet said, quietly, "...It-it's Toby..."

"One moment," the voice replied. A few moments, later, the phone was picked up, again.

"Yes?" Mr. Peterson grunted, unhappily.

"Toby..." Violet said, quietly, "He's dead..."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Peterson asked.

"You know, dead?" Violet asked, in annoyance, "As in no heartbeat, no breathing, no pulse, not gonna get up?"

"Are you sure?" Mr. Peterson asked.

"Well, yeah, I'm pretty sure he's... Beyond dead," she replied.

"We'll send Travers to pick him up," Mr. Peterson replied.

"You might want to call a clean-up crew..." Violet replied, walking away from the body and hanging up, shortly thereafter.

3 AM...

Springtrap was in the vent and Jeremy was nowhere to be found. Every system needed rebooting and she barely had enough time. She rebooted the audio, played a sound, rebooted the rest and made a call.

Elsewhere...

A black mobile phone started screaming "CHERRY BOMB!" repeatedly until somebody sleepily answered it.

At the attraction...

"Yeah?" a sleepy, male voice moaned from the phone.

"It's in the vents, Mike... I don't know what to do..." Violet said, quietly, "I don't think it can be fought off... And that kid isn't here... I don't know what to do... I don't think the vents are working and Toby's dead... Am I going insane?"

"Nice to talk to you too, Violet," Mike replied.

"You doing anything?" she asked, quietly.

"Noooope," Mike replied after a pause, "So, what's the problem?"

"It's in the vent," she replied, "Any idea on how to get it out?"

"I'm sorry, Violet," Mike replied, "But, in this situation, I don't think there's any way to... PreVENT it."

"MIKE!" she yelled, quietly.

"Sorry," he chuckled, "I... Have no idea." Violet made another noise on the camera.

"Get over here, Mike!" she exclaimed before hanging up. A few minutes, later Mike walked in and wandered around, looking for the office. When he finally got to the office he looked at Violet.

"Did you know that there's a dead body in here?" he asked.

"Yeeeep," Violet replied, "You sit there and reboot the systems, I'll do the camera stuff. If nothing needs rebooting, keep an eye out for me. I really don't need to die, tonight."

Meanwhile...

Jeremy quietly floated through the building, following some non-mechanical noises. He peeked around every corner, then noticed Toby's ghost floating above his own body. Jeremy gasped and flew over.

"Are you okay?" he asked, pulling him away from the body.

"I think... I think I died..." Toby said, quietly.

"Yep," Jeremy replied, "You did. Wanna stop your murderer?"

Later, in the office...

"So..." Mike said, looking at Springtrap, who was pressed right up against the window, "How much is the bunny in the window?" Violet played a sound on another camera and looked over at Mike, then noticed Jeremy behind him, whose eyes had gone to a sapphire blue.

"It's me," he growled. Violet bolted from the room and down the hall, Mike following her closely. Jeremy laughed as he chased them. It wasn't his laugh. It was something darker. Something psychotic.

"You can't run from me!" he shouted, "I know all of the hiding places!" That didn't even sound like him. It was his voice, but it certainly wasn't him. She ran and pulled her phone out of her pocket, only to see the last of it's battery drain. Pocketing it, she dove into the nearest vent, only to see one of the vent doors close right in front of her. She heard somebody else inter the vent. Panicking, she tried to shove the vent's door open, but to no avail. He was getting closer. She slammed on the door even more. Mike panicked from behind her.

"Found you," Jeremy said, grinning. She looked back. That wasn't his smile. This was something twisted and sadistic. He grabbed Mike's ankle and pulled him out of the vent, throwing him backwards, into a wall before disappearing.

"You okay, Mike?" she asked. He nodded. Finally, the 6 AM bell rang and the two left the building.

END CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

Jeremy nervously crawled out of the arcade machine and looked around. He didn't see Jonas, so he quietly walked around. He had to find Toby. Luckily, Toby didn't want to get revenge on Jonas. Finally, there was somebody else who didn't care about a bloody revenge of death and doom. Suddenly, he got grabbed from behind.

"Hey," Jonas grinned. Jeremy started shaking. Jonas spun him around and grinned, then pressed the tip of his index finger to the kid's forehead. Jeremy immediately blacked out. When he woke up, he was in the floor of a child's bedroom with a flashlight next to him. He sat up and looked around and the pitch black darkness that surrounded him, before he turned the flashlight on. There was a closet, two doors and a bed behind him. He heard footsteps from one of the doors, so he turned to it, only to find Jonas walking towards him.

"Welcome," he said, "To the darkest of fears. Here, you will find the most terrifying thing to ever exist within the human mind, courtesy of me... The constant fear of death."

"What..." Jeremy said, quietly, "Where..." Jonas just laughed and backed away. Jeremy frantically looked around the room. Soon, he heard more footsteps. He glanced down the hall and shined the light just soon enough to see something back away. Jeremy quietly backed away from the door.

"What the..." he whispered, quietly. More footsteps, but from the other side. Jeremy ran and checked those, but heard breathing outside the door. Not knowing what else to do, he held the door shut until the footsteps retreated. He then checked behind him and gasped upon seeing several, tiny nightmare-fuel Freddies that jumped away from the light. He quietly looked around, then looked under the bed. There was a piece of paper with something scribbled on it.

"Find the object, then you've won," he read, "Find the object, then you're done. When you've found the missing key, then you will come back to me." Jeremy pondered this, then got dragged out from underneath the bed by a horrifying version of Chica. Jeremy shook as Chica turned him the right way around and hoisted him into the air. Then, he screamed. He wriggled, trying to get away until, finally, she dropped him. He scrambled all over the room until she left, then he calmly waited in the closet. When he was sure the coast was clear, he began searching the room.

"What would Jonas pick to be an exit ticket..." Jeremy thought, quietly, "What would I have to find..." He quietly glanced at the purple robot man and picked it up. The door to the left glowed purple and a big sign saying, "ENTER HERE" appeared above it. Jeremy ran to it, down the hall, opened the next door he found and...

"My old office?" Jeremy exclaimed. He looked around, set the robot dude down and walked over to the desk, where the phone immediately rang. He quietly picked it up.

"Hello? Hello, hello? Hey!" Jeffery's familiar, calming voice said, "I just wanted to leave a message for you, for your first night." Jeremy smiled and sat down. It was nice to hear his voice, again.

"You might want to keep an eye on the camera... Uhh, we got some new animatronics! We figured they'd fit in, better, now that the place is a horror attraction... Of-of course, they tend to bug out... New look, new attitude, right?" Jeffery's voice continued, "A-anyway, they probably won't hurt you... They'll just wander into the office, scare you-" Static cut in, over the voice. It almost sounded like it said, "kill you"... And then, it was gone...

"-And leave the office," the voice continued, "They were never given a proper night mode..." Suddenly, the power in the building died.

"Oh, no..." the voice continued, "May-maybe you should just come over to the stage..." Jeremy quietly looked at the phone. How was it still working? It was connected to the power... He grabbed the animatronic head out from underneath the desk and looked at it. It was the cupcake.

"...I have a really bad feeling about this..." he said, quietly. He turned the flashlight on and walked down the hallway, to the show stage. When he got there, he saw Jeffery, so he ran over and hugged him, tightly.

"Hey!" Jeffery chuckled, brightly, "Look! They've been Halloween'd up!" Jeremy turned and gasped upon seeing the animatronics. They looked like the ones from '87, but... Nightmare-ish... Kind of like the ones he'd just escaped from... He turned back to Jeffery and gasped.

"So," Jonas said, now in the spot where Jeffery had stood, "What do you think? Do you like them?" Jonas chuckled and grinned. Suddenly, Jeremy punched Jonas. Jonas' head turned with the punch, then he grinned and turned back to Jeremy and returned the blow, knocking Jeremy off his feet and sending him across the room. Jeremy hit the floor with a pained grunt. He moaned for a few seconds, then got up, rubbing the underside of his jaw.

"What was that for?!" Jeffery exclaimed.

"Oh, my gosh... I am so sorry!" Jeremy exclaimed, running over, "I... I'm hallucinating... Or something..." He quietly glanced at the floor.

"I didn't..." he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks. Suddenly, he heard Jonas laugh.

"I love doing this," he grinned, "I love messing with your head."

Jeremy put the mask on and ran off, only to find the horrifying versions of Mangle and Balloon Boy in his office. He put the mask on, spammed the flashlight, then checked the cameras to wind up the music box. It had been years since he ever had to actually use the routine, but it felt second-nature... Just slightly rusted. When he put the camera screen down, he heard two, deep laughs. Nervously, he checked the hallway and saw two versions of the same animatronic. Two terrifying versions of Fredbear, one yellow, the other almost too black to see. They walked towards him and laughed, again. Jeremy shoved the cupcake mask on and whimpered, sinking beneath the edge of the desk. As soon as he did, however, a nightmare version of Springtrap burst from the closet and laughed. Jeremy hid himself within the shadows beneath the desk. The animatronics wandered around the room for a while, before leaving. He stayed under, for a while, just to be safe. Of course, his hiding tactic was no match for the nightmare cupcakes, which didn't hesitate to leap at his face and scream, which caused the poor kid to run out from underneath the desk, screaming, "NOOOOOO!!!! I DON'T WANNA BE EATEN BY CUPCAKES!!!!" When he finally hid, somewhere, he sighed in relief and sunk to the floor. Before he knew it, the sound of drills filled the air. He reached for his flashlight, but it was gone. He ran from the room and into another, which he didn't even realize was filled with Mangle's static. By the time he realized it, however, it was too late. Mangle had seen him and was clinking over. Jeremy stared in shock, frozen in fright. Then, she swung.

Jeremy woke up in the office for '95... Jeffery and Mike's office...

"No!" Jeremy yelled, "Nooooo!" He opened the camera and noticed the Show Stage. The nightmares.

"Stop!" Jeremy yelled, "STOP! NO!" Jeremy ran off, through the building.

"I'm not playing your game!" he yelled, "I'm not! I'm just not!" He blinked and he was inside Spring Bonnie, unable to move and staring at himself and the ghost children.

"Oh-" he started, then the springlocks snapped in. And then, pain. Agonizing, white-hot pain. He screamed. Suddenly, he was inside a padded and bright white room with a single, shadowed corner. He could just barely make out the form of a skinny teenage boy slumped in that corner. He got closer.

"Are you okay?" he asked. No response. He got a little closer, then noticed the shaggy black hair and sapphire blue eyes.

"...Jonas?" Jeremy asked. Still no response. Suddenly, the door opened and two men walked in, one carrying some pills and the other carrying a syringe. The one with the syringe had short, black hair and the one with the pills had shoulder-length blond hair.

"Your mother sent you flowers, today," the black haired one said, "Naturally, we couldn't bring them in. You might try to kill us, again." Jonas twitched.

"You'd deserve it," Jonas replied, darkly, "You pump me up with drugs I don't need. You beat me if I so much as blink. You send me to that NUTCASE OF A THERAPIST WHO THINKS ELECTROSHOCK THERAPY IS A GOOD IDEA and you blame my injuries on my own insanity." The two men glared at him.

"Now, why would we do that?" the blond one asked. Jonas stood up and stepped out of the shadows.

"How would I be able to do that to myself with this straightjacket?" he asked. The black haired man injected Jonas with whatever was in the syringe, causing him to groan, then topple over. The blond one fed Jonas the pills and the two looked at each other, then dragged Jonas off.

Suddenly, Jeremy was in a pitch black void.

"Now, that was uncalled for, Fitzgerald," Jonas' voice boomed from everywhere and nowhere, all at the same time, "I'm not going through your memories, so why are you going through mine?"

"I... I didn't mean to..." Jeremy muttered.

"I can't HEAR YOU!!" Jonas yelled angrily, suddenly in front of Jeremy. Jeremy took a step back.

"I... I didn't mean t-to..." Jeremy stammered. Jonas turned around and pulled up his shirt, revealing several scars, burns and electric scars. Jeremy stared, quietly, then watched as Jonas spun back around, letting the shirt fall back down. He pushed his hair away from the sides of his head, revealing more electric scars.

"I-" Jeremy started, but Jonas put his hand over the kid's mouth.

"Shut up," he growled, "SHUT UP!" Jeremy nodded, silently.

"ARE YOU HAPPY, NOW?!" Jonas roared, "ARE YOU HAPPY, NOW THAT YOU FINALLY KNOW THE TRUTH?!" Jeremy backed up a step. Jonas raised his hand and Jeremy flinched. Now, Jonas was behind him. He spun around, only to feel a sharp pain in his gut. He felt something trickle from his mouth, so he wiped it, only to realize it was blood. He looked down and noticed that Jonas had stabbed a long knife through his stomach. Jonas growled and twisted the knife to the left, then to the right, then ripped it out and shoved it through Jeremy's heart.

"What?" Jeremy wondered aloud as he looked around at the Fredbear-themed restaurant. Then, he saw four kids in different Freddy Fazbear character masks standing around a crying little boy.

"Wow, your brother is kind of a baby, isn't he?" the one in the Bonnie mask retorted with a humoured snort.

"It's hilarious," the one in the Foxy mask grinned, "Why don't we help him get a closer look! He will love it!"

"...Jonas?" Jeremy muttered, almost silently.

"No! Please!" the boy begged.

"...And Vincent..." Jeremy whispered.

"Come on, guys!" Jonas grinned, "Let's give this little man a lift. He wants to get up close and personal!" With that, the four teenagers picked Vincent up and carried him off. He struggled to get away, but couldn't.

"No!" he yelled, "I don't want to go!"

"You heard the man!" Jonas laughed, "He wants to get even closer!" The four carried the struggling little boy up to the stage, where Fredbear and Spring Bonnie were singing. Vincent cried and struggled, obviously terrified.

"Put him down!" Jeremy yelled, "He doesn't want to!" Nobody even noticed him.

"Hey, guys!" Jonas laughed, "I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!" The four teens laughed. Vincent whined and struggled in fear.

"On THREE!" Jonas laughed, "One... Two..." More struggling and whining.

"THREE!" Jonas yelled. The four shoved Vincent's head inside Fredbear's mouth and he struggled, tried to get out, sobbing loudly and whining. Jeremy ran over, hoping to stop it... Then, Fredbear's mouth snapped shut with a nasty crunch and a spray of blood. Everybody turned and froze in shock. After a few moments, the security guards ran over and shut everything down, pulled Vincent's body out and started asking questions. Jonas fell to his knees and pulled off his mask, revealing tears. He got up and ran to Vincent's body.

"C-can you hear me...?" he said, quietly, choking back tears, "I don't know if you can hear me..." He choked back more tears before whispering, "I'm sorry." He fell to the ground, sobbing and pulling at his messy black hair. He screamed in anger. Suddenly, Jeremy was back in the void.

"I gave him my nightmares," Vincent's disembodied voice said, "I made him pay for what he did to me." And then, he heard and angered yell.

"That's it!" Jonas yelled, "I'm done!" He shoved the long knife's hilt into Jeremy's hand.

"You've got two choices," he growled, "Either way, you get out, but you have to either kill me or kill yourself."

"No!" Jeremy yelled, "I won't!"

"You have to!" Jonas yelled, anger dripping off his voice. Tears streamed down Jeremy's face and his hand began to shake.

"Do it..." Jonas growled, "DO IT!" He grabbed Jeremy's wrist and put it between the two of them.

"N-no..." Jeremy whined, "I-I'm not like you... And... And I'm not... I'm not... I can't!" After a long pause, Jonas grinned.

"Then I'll choose for you," he grinned, "Eenie... Meenie... Miney... Moe..." Jeremy whimpered.

"Catch a tiger by the toe..." Jonas continued, "If he hollers, let him go... Eenie... Meenie... Miney..." He looked at the knife, now pointing at Jeremy, then looked directly into Jeremy's eyes for a long while.

"Moe," he grunted, finally, as he shoved the knife into his own stomach, without flinching, using Jeremy's hand. Jeremy burst into tears. He didn't want to kill anybody... And then, he felt as though something was being ripped out of his mind. He felt as the good and the bad slowly mixed into an odd sort of grey... He turned around to see Jonas holding a white, glowing sphere.

"Say good-bye to your sanity, Fitzgerald," he grinned, "You don't need it, anymore."

Jeremy sat bolt-upright in the middle of Fazbear's Fright. He felt different... He felt... New. He felt like a brand-new Jeremy. He floated into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. One of his eyes was completely black with a single white spot. He quietly looked around. Everything looked a little different, like the entire world had gone insane while he was out.

"Yo, Jer!" Toby's voice called, "You said you-you, uhm... You wanted to-to meet?" Jeremy put on a smile, assuming he'd smile, then turned around. He felt cold and emotionless. He didn't really care about what was going on, anymore, but Toby would realize something was off if he didn't get back to the plan. He walked over to Toby, smiling like he probably would.

"Yeah," he replied, "What's the Springtrap's biggest weakness?"

END CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

Violet sat in a booth, flipping through her Twitter feed and waiting for Mike. When he finally showed up, she pocketed the phone and looked at him very seriously.

"Okay," he said in a tone to match her expression, "Tell me what's wrong."

"It the job," she replied, "Not only is Fazbear's Fright basically a death trap of accidents waiting to happen... The animatronic bunny. It's like the thing from Monty Python."

"I told you not to take the job," Mike replied, "I went though this, back in the 90's, except there were four of them and a psychotic murderer... And a ghost."

"Ghost?" Violet asked, curiously.

"Some kid... Jeremy Fitzgerald..." Mike replied, cocking an eyebrow, "Why...?"

"Okay... Creepy..." Violet muttered. Mike cocked his head with a, "What?"

"Okay, the kid you mentioned... Jeremy..." Violet said, quietly, "He's still here... And if he's still here..." Suddenly, she gasped and ran off. Mike ran after.

"WAIT!" he yelled, opening her car door and climbing inside.

"What, are you coming with me?" she asked. He nodded.

"So, what does it mean if ol' Jeremy's still here?" he asked. Violet sighed.

"It means this guy named Jonas might still be here," she replied, "Back in '83, he killed his little brother, then, a few years later, he killed another kid... And then five in '87, five in '95 and who knows how many in-between and after. He was a psychotic freak and you just didn't want to know him."

"You mean that guy who went missing in '97?" Mike asked.

"Except he didn't go missing," she replied, "Jonas died. I've heard a few people say the ghosts of the kids killed him. I used to think he just went insane and destroyed the animatronics before killing himself, but... I mean, if you've seen Jeremy, too, then..."

"Then what if the ghosts really did kill him?" Mike added. Violet nodded.

"So..." Mike said, quietly, "You think he's an actual danger in the attraction?"

"I think he's Springtrap," she replied, "I remember something he said, back in '97... He said the ghosts were inside the animatronics... That he had to destroy them to get the ghosts to leave him alone..."

"I have one question," he stated, "How on EARTH do you know this?!"

"...It's a long story," she replied, "Maybe I'll tell you, one day." With that, she started up the car and drove off.

Meanwhile...

Jeremy dragged Toby into the guard room.

"It's time to begin Phase 1," he said. Toby nodded and looked through the cameras.

"Uhh, dude?" Toby said, "People." Jeremy glared at the camera.

"Great," he grumbled, "Why...? Why do they have to keep showing up?!" He reached into the wires and whatnot of the system and messed with them.

"If they're going to show up, they're going to find out what the nightwatch job is really like!" Toby floated off.

"Violet?" he called. Jeremy sighed, then looked around the office. The plan involved Jonas not finding out about the plan and Toby was his weak link. Just as he was about to leave, Violet, Mike and Toby entered the office.

"Hey!" Jeremy said, smiling and waving, suddenly feeling his emotions and feelings return, somewhat.

"What's up, Jeremy?" Mike asked, "Trying to kill Violet to get her out of here?"

"No," Jeremy replied, "I gave up on trying to make people go away. They never do, so what's the point?" Violet sat down, looked at the clock and cracked her knuckles.

"Alright, guys," she said, "It's midnight."

"Let's play," Jeremy grinned.

"I don't see him on the cams," Toby said, pointing at the screen, "#weird, right?"

"You didn't just say that..." Mike said, quietly, "Please tell me he didn't just say that."

"What's hashtag?" Jeremy asked.

"Welcome to the 21^st century," Mike replied, "Hashtag is some stupid thing Twittiots say when they say stuff."

"I'm not an-an idiot!" Toby yelled, angrily.

"Nah, just a creepy stalker with a tiny mind," Mike replied, walking through him and sitting on the desk, beside Violet.

Jonas quietly left Springtrap behind to go try and find Violet and Jeremy. He remembered when Violet had discovered he was dead. She'd crashed his car into the ocean and thrown a party. Fun times. He sighed and looked through the cameras he was hooked up to. Nothing. They were all completely empty. Suddenly, he felt a change beginning. He felt... Suddenly, the entire world flashed black. When he regained his sight, everything was different... Distorted. It was like he was seeing everything twice. Once as what it was and once as what it truly was. He felt himself spread out, into a dense fog. He laughed. He felt... He felt so, so powerful. There was no way they'd be able to hide, forever.

A while, later...

"So..." Toby said, "Anybody wanna, uhm... Talk or-or something?"

"You know, if you think about it, every day, you're a day closer to your next plate of nachos," Mike said, staring boredly at the wall.

"And if you're dead?" Toby asked.

"Then I guess it's NACHO lucky day," Mike replied, grinning. The others moaned in distress at the pun.

"I see you haven't changed," Jeremy sighed.

"I see you have," Mike replied, "You used to be nicer than this."

"Yeah..." Violet added.

"Anybody else like, uhm... Like Nirvana?" Toby asked.

"I prefer Joan Jett and AC/DC," Mike replied, shrugging.

"Nirvana's alright, but I'm with Mike," Violet said, only half paying attention.

"I like Mozart, Bach and Beethoven," Jeremy smiled. The three stared at him.

"What about Boston and Tesla?" Mike asked.

"Found him!" Toby said, his voice shaking in fear.

"Where?" Violet asked, flipping through the cameras.

"Right... Right there..." he squeaked, pointing at Springtrap, who was peeking through the door. Mike grabbed the guitar out of the box of animatronic bits and smacked Springtrap with it. The bunny didn't even react for a few seconds... Then, he pushed the upper half of his head up, revealing Jonas' decaying corpse within. Mike groaned, covered his nose and backed up, then kicked Springtrap in the stomach and ran off. Toby and Jeremy looked at each other and flew off, after Mike. The three hid behind a corner and sighed in unanimous relief.

"L-l-l-let's play-ay-ay-ay-ay!" Springtrap yelled down the hall. Jeremy looked at Mike, quietly.

"What's the plan?" he whispered. Mike grinned and peeked around the corner.

"This is the greatest plaaaaan~" he sang as he epically leapt from behind the wall. He grinned at Springtrap, then began dancing. Jeremy shrugged and followed suit. Before anybody knew what was going on, Toby and Springtrap had begun dancing, as well. Jonas sighed at the stupidity of what was going on, so he completely possessed Springtrap and lunged at Mike, who stared at him, then dived into the vent. Jeremy flew off in a random direction and Toby just stayed out, in the open.

"Was that the plan?" Toby asked, "I was not prepared for that. We should really coordinate our plans, better..." Jonas left Springtrap and grabbed Toby.

"How are you feeling?" Jonas grinned, "A bit betrayed, maybe?" Toby tried to struggle and flail, but it was all in vain, as Jonas was easily able to drag him off.

In the office...

Violet calmly rebooted the visuals and looked at the screen, completely ignoring Mike as he ran from the vent, through the room and out the door.

Later...

Jeremy floated down the hall and looked around, trying to find something he could use. Then, he heard something, behind him. Then, Jonas grabbed Jeremy's shoulder and grinned. The kid immediately began to shake.

"So," he said, "You tried to escape." Jeremy looked around, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a device, then pressed some buttons on it.

"Please work," he whispered. He closed his eyes and hoped that it would teleport him away from Jonas. When he opened his eyes, he was on the roof.

"Huh?" he wondered. He looked around and saw Jonas, who grinned, then pushed him off the roof.

Jonas quietly stared as Jeremy fell. He grinned at the beauty of the fall, then wondered why Jeremy was poking the air, earlier... And why he flew to the roof, in the first place...

Meanwhile...

Mike ran off and hid in a room, hoping some sort of weapon was in there. Unfortunately, he found absolutely nothing he could use, so he burst from the room and looked around.

"Toby?" he called out, "Jeremy?" He silently walked on. "Guess I'm the only one left... The lone survivor. The hero!" He grabbed a random Freddy Fazbear tophat, put it on and walked down the hall, only to bump – quite literally – into Springtrap.

"Hey, there..." Mike chuckled, "Aren't you just all rusty and stuff with those big, yellow teeth and dead, rotting corpse? Y'know, Jonas, I used to think you were all smart... But you died in that suit, there. What even, man?" Springtrap just looked at him. "Hey... Do you know where I could get a pizza or something?" Springtrap shoved him into a wall. Suddenly, he saw Jeremy floating sneakily past.

"Hey!" Mike yelled, "Jeremy! Over here!" Jeremy facepalmed.

"I've been over here for a whole minute, Mike!" Jeremy exclaimed, "What a waste of an actual plan!" Jonas looked at Jeremy for a moment, then abandoned Mike and began chasing Jeremy. Luckily, Jeremy was able to escape via the electrical system.

Mike ran down the hall while Jeremy distracted Springtrap. When he turned the corner, he saw a scooter, so he grabbed it and scootered down the hall...

...And through the wall. Suddenly, he and the scooter got floated up to the roof.

"So," Jonas hissed and he floated over to Mike, who was hovering a few inches above the roof, along with the scooter, "You're trying to escape? HA! You can't! YOU CAN'T!!!" He floated a car onto the roof, as well, then floated Mike inside of it, tipped it to it's side and activated the airbag. Mike flew out of the car, screaming. Jonas grinned down, then floated him back up just as he was about to hit the ground.

"I could do this all day," Jonas continued, "Now... What other ways could I torment you...?" Jonas turned his back and walked to the other side of the roof. Mike saw the chance, so he grabbed the scooter and scootered away...

...And off the roof. He screamed as he went down, only to be caught in mid-air by Jeremy.

"Be careful," Jeremy whispered, setting Mike down, "Go! Be free!" Mike scootered off and ended up right back at the beginning of Fazbear's Fright. He sighed and walked in. Immediately, things began to fly at him, so he ducked, dodged and parkoured his way through the building until he got to the office, where Violet was rebooting the cameras.

"Oh, hey, Mike," she said, quietly. Mike looked up and noticed a ceiling vent.

"Hey... Wanna give me a boost up?" he asked, "Springtrap's gone a bit crazy."

"Alright, shorty," she replied, giving him a boost up, into the vent.

"Thanks!" Mike called down before crawling off. After a while, the ceiling gave out and he landed right on top of Springtrap.

"Oh, hi..." he said, quietly. He launched himself off of Springtrap's chest and backflipped, landing perfectly, then he ran off. Springtrap fell over from the force of Mike launching himself off of him, but Jonas chased after him. Mike parkoured down the hall, but tripped over his own feet and fell to the floor and skidded head-first into a wall. After a moment or so of being dazed, he got up and grinned at Jonas.

"I have one last trick up my sleeve," he said. Jonas chuckled.

"Falcooooooooooon PUNCH!" Mike yelled, throwing a would-be devastating punch at Jonas, but, as Jonas was a ghost, the punch went right through him with no effect.

"You could've planned that better," Jonas said, grinning and facepalming.

"Yeah..." Mike replied. Suddenly, a piece of ceiling dislodged itself and fell, knocking Mike out cold. Jonas chuckled.

"He didn't even know what hit him," he grinned.

Jeremy flew at Jonas, but got stopped in mid-air, paralyzed. Jonas chuckled.

"Poor, poor Jeremy," he deviously grinned, "All these years and you still can't defeat me. Now, here you are, insane and paralyzed in mid-air." Jonas chuckled and walked off. Jeremy tried to move, but to no avail. He honestly couldn't do anything. After a couple of hours, Mike moaned and got up.

"Jeremy!" he yelled, "You stay there!" He ran off and into the guard room, where Violet was.

"Listen, Vi... I'll go get somebody who knows what they're doing," he said, "I mean, I'm pretty sure salt won't work on ghosts..."

"...Okay," Violet replied, "See ya." With that, Mike ran out the door.

TO BE CONCLUDED...



CHAPTER 20

"...Jeremy?" Toby called, upon seeing Jeremy's paralyzed body. Jeremy made an odd noise, then broke free.

"We need to initiate the final phase," he said, "Go get your bucket of water. It's time to end this once and for all." Toby nodded and flew off. Jeremy quietly floated down the hall, then stopped and waited for Toby who returned with a full bucket of water.

"Are you ready?" Jeremy asked.

"A-as I'll ever be!" Toby replied with a confident grin.

"JONAS!!!" Jeremy screamed. Jonas ran over as Springtrap almost instantly.

"How did you escape?!" he exclaimed.

"A little intelligence," Jeremy grinned. Then, Toby and Jeremy nodded at each other, then glared at Springtrap.

"You're going to pay up for your crimes, Jonas," Jeremy growled, "You've been here for far too long."

"So," Jonas growled in reply as he floated free of Springtrap, "You two think you can stop me."

"Yeah, pr-pretty much, dude," Toby grinned. He threw the bucket of water against Springtrap and the suit fizzled and began to shake and spark. Jonas' eyes widened as he was sucked back into the suit. Suddenly, Jeremy rocketed towards the golden bunny and shoved the wires into one of the rusted holes. All he felt was a burning rage and a desire to see Jonas in more pain than he'd ever caused.

"I'M SO SICK AND TIRED OF PUTTING UP WITH YOU, JONAS!!!!!!!!!" Jeremy screamed, ripping the wires out and shoving them back in, "ALL YOU EVER DO IS MESS THINGS UP AND KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE!!!!!! (He ripped them out, again.) I'M DONE, JONAS!!!!!!!! (He shoved them back in.) WE'RE ALL FED UP WITH YOU!!!!!!!!" The suit burst into flames and Jeremy ripped them back out, preparing to shove the wires into the wall. Toby pulled Jeremy back. Springtrap stumbled around, screaming, but Jeremy didn't care. He didn't even care that Toby was honestly terrified of him, right now. Jeremy grinned at the sight of Jonas' pain... He laughed. Jonas deserved this. Every second of it.

Violet stared at the screen, played a sound and flipped to another screen, the jumped.

"What on EARTH?!" she yelled quietly upon seeing a ghostly version of face of Chica. She flipped cameras and found a ghostly version of the Mangle hanging from the ceiling, then realized there was a ventilation error. She closed the screen and got scared by Chica, got up and saw a ghost version of Foxy, who also scared her. After taking a few seconds to calm down, she rebooted the system and noticed a ghost version of Fredbear.

"Yeah..." she said, flipping up the other screen, "I don't think so..." Then, she saw the fire roaring throughout the rooms. She slammed the cameras shut and looked around in time to see Springtrap run in. Jonas flew out of the golden bunny and reached out, silently, smiling and looking as though he had finally found who he'd been looking for, both of his arms outstretched in an attempt at a loving embrace. Violet ran for the door, but Jonas yelled her name, causing her to stop and turn around. As she turned, the entire building shook and a piece of ceiling to broke free, above Violet.

"No..." Jonas gasped, watching helplessly as it fell.

Toby stared at Jeremy in utter shock.

"Wow..." he whispered after some time, "I always took you as the gentle pacifist dude." Jeremy tried to break free of Toby, but failed, so he went limp.

"Jonas..." he growled, quietly, "He messed with my head... I feel rage... It's the only thing I feel... When I feel anything, at all... It's horrible, Toby... I feel like the only way to end the rage and nothingness is to end Jonas... But I'd rip myself apart at the very seams..."

"That's, uhm... That's-that's... That's not good," Toby replied, quietly. Suddenly, Jonas burst in.

"You've had your fun," he growled, "It's my turn, now."

"Go, Toby!" Jeremy yelled, "Get Violet out of here! I'll take care of Jonas!" Toby flew off, leaving Jeremy behind.

Violet stared at the blood splattered piece of the metal ceiling protruding from her stomach. She felt cold and numb.

"Great," she grunted, blood spritzing the metal, "Well, I pretty much figured my own dad would kill me." She laid back and sighed a bloody sigh, closing her eyes, "I'm ready, death." She opened her eyes and gasped, then coughed up some blood. "Toby?!" she exclaimed after her fit had finished.

"Hey!" he said, "Uhm... I-I think you're, uhm... I think you're dying..."

"Thanks, Captain Obvious..." she grunted.

"Well, uhm... We-we might not see each other, again, so, uhm... I... You're so... So beautiful..." Toby said, a tear streaming down his cheek, "Remember when we met? Like, when... When we first met?" Violet nodded. Gently, Toby reached out and brushed her hair out of her face.

"I-I never did give you that present I-I promised," he said, smiling weakly through his tears. He leaned in, slightly.

"It-it's not much..." he mumbled, quietly, trying not to cry, "But..." He leaned in a bit more and kissed her. Suddenly, the fire burst from the vent and danced throughout the room. Then, he got grabbed from behind, leaving Violet completely alone.

Jonas grabbed Jeremy by the wrist and dangled him over the fire.

"Why are you still fighting me?" he asked, tears streaming down his face, "It's hopeless! You can't beat what you can't fight, especially when what you can't fight is deep within yourself!"

"You're not deep within me!" Jeremy yelled.

"It's already beginning to show, Fitzgerald," Jonas grinned, "You couldn't have cared less about anybody else when you tried to kill me. In fact, that's all you wanted. I could see it in your eyes."

"NO!" Jeremy screamed, "I'm NOTHING like you!" A long knife formed in Jonas' hand and he grinned at Jeremy.

"Don't worry," he said, soothingly, "It will all be over, soon."

"HEY!" Toby yelled, floating a few feet away from Jonas. Jonas looked at him, then spun around, dropping Jeremy onto the roof. Jeremy, too, looked and saw five of the children, Toby and Violet all glaring daggers at Jonas, who sighed.

"Really?!" he growled, "Can't you see I'm having a bit of a moment, here?! NEVERMIND!" He motioned towards Jeremy, who's eyes became a deep sapphire blue. Jeremy flew into the air, then crashed down, kicking Toby off the roof. The children ran and hid and both Jeremy and Jonas laughed. Violet grabbed Jeremy from behind and flipped him over her head and off the roof.

Jeremy quietly looked around at the blackness around him.

"Jeremy?" a faint, childlike voice called out, "Jeremy? Can you hear me?" Jeremy silently just sat there. If he didn't say anything, they'd go away. All emotion was gone, except for rage. He held on to that. It was the only thing he could feel.

"Jeremy?" Marion said from right behind him.

"What do you want, Marion?" Jeremy snapped.

"That's not you talking, Jeremy," Marion said, completely unfazed, "It took me a while to get in here... Jonas messed up your mind, badly!"

"Jonas freed me," Jeremy growled, "I used to be so... So bound to everything... My emotions, my thoughts, my beliefs... But none of that matters, anymore! You kept me here long after I was supposed to be gone! I helped you with your pathetic little revenge on Jonas for years, but I'm done! I'm tired of you, of him, of this company... I'm tired of everything, Marion!"

"We can help you," Marion replied, reaching up and touching Jeremy's forehead. With that, the overwhelming dark blackness became a pure bright white that engulfed Jeremy and Marion. Jeremy's mind suddenly restored itself... As though the insanity and rage and nothingness had been trapped inside a cardboard box... Everything seemed normal and sane, again... Just like it was before he'd gotten sucked into this huge mess. He felt the purity and innocence welling up, inside him until it had nowhere else to go but out. He was overcome by a sense of euphoria and rapture. It was complete and utter bliss. He sat up and stared at the burning building, then flew up, towards the roof. When he got there, he gazed down at the scene. Violet had fled and Jonas was alone, looking up at the sky. After a few seconds, Jonas, too, flew into the air.

"It's time to end this, Jonas," Jeremy announced, "It's gone too far."

"It weebles, it wobbles, but it just won't fall down!" Jonas laughed, "I can't believe it!"

"I've spent decades trying to stop you," Jeremy said, quietly, putting his hand on Jonas' shoulder, "I'm done. I'm tired. I'm exhausted. Let's finish this." Already, the temporary sanity Marion had given him was slowly fading away.

"I've been waiting for this moment for so long, Fitzgerald," Jonas grinned. His knives appeared in his hands and he backed to the other end of the roof. "It's time to die."

Jeremy quietly sighed, hoping he could somehow win this. Jonas was a lot stronger and a lot faster than he was... Suddenly, Jonas lunged at him, breaking his thought process. Jeremy dodged, but just barely. Jonas spun around and slashed at Jeremy, but he dodged that, as well. Jeremy pushed him back, then bolted to the other end of the roof. Jonas laughed and backed away, disappearing entirely. Jeremy nervously looked around, not wanting Jonas to get the chance to catch him. He had to think of an actual plan.

He had to do something better than hide, hoping Jonas would give up. Jonas had never been the giving up type, as far as he knew. Then, Jonas appeared behind Jeremy and grabbed him, putting one of the long, sharp knives to his throat. Jeremy began to shake in fear. At that moment, he got an idea.

"Is it worth it?" he asked.

"What?" Jonas asked, confused by the question.

"Killing me," Jeremy replied, "Is it worth it? I mean, the whole reason you went insane was because you killed your brother, so..."

"NO!" Jonas yelled, shoving Jeremy to the ground and putting his foot on his back, "DON'T bring up my past! That's not even why I'm this way, you IDIOT!!!!!" He kicked Jeremy across the building, but Jeremy got back up. Jonas let out an odd noise, then disappeared. Jeremy walked into the middle of the roof and looked down, watching the fire blaze on, beneath his feet.

"You know, Fitzgerald... The Mangle didn't bug out for no reason," Jonas growled, "I rigged it! I made it bug out! I killed you!"

"Just like how you killed your little brother," Jeremy replied, "Just like how you killed those kids and Jeffery and Chris and Toby!"

"Nobody told you?" Jonas asked, appearing right in front of Jeremy, "The show never ends!" He shoved the knife through Jeremy's stomach and laughed. Jeremy screamed, then grabbed Jonas' shoulders and glared into his eyes. Jonas grinned and twisted the knife. Jeremy growled back a scream, then stepped back, pushing himself off of Jonas and off of the knife. Jonas' smiled slowly faded as he saw this.

"You're right," Jeremy grunted, falling to his knees, "The show must go on..." He got up with a moan and grimaced. Jonas calmly watched Jeremy stumble around before finally collapsing. Jonas rolled Jeremy over, brandished his knife and swung down, towards Jeremy's chest...

...But he never made the final blow. At the last second, Jeremy grabbed Jonas' wrist and sunk through the roof and into the blazing building. Jonas grabbed Jeremy and shoved him against the nearest wall with an angered yell, then stabbed him repeatedly, anger in his every movement.

"I'm sorry," Jeremy whispered, the insanity returning with each blow of the knife,  "I'm sorry you had to deal with the death of your brother and the abuse at the asylum. I'm sorry you went insane and killed those kids. I'm sorry you died like that."

"SHUT UP!!!" Jonas screamed.

"I'm so, so sorry," Jeremy continued, a single tear streaming down his cheek from the pain and the sadness and the fact that he was holding onto the weakening feeling of sadness because he couldn't even feel the rage, anymore, "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that." Jonas grabbed Jeremy's weak, blood soaked ghost and shoved him into a nearby arcade machine. He shoved the knifes through Jeremy's chest and stomach, pinning him into the arcade machine.

"You're going to be in there for a long time, Fitzgerald!" Jonas screamed, then, he got pulled backwards.

"NO!" he screeched, "NO!"

"Leave him alone, Jonas!" Violet yelled, shoving him into the Springtrap suit, "If he's getting trapped, so are you!" With that, she snapped her fingers and trapped Jonas inside the suit with ghostly versions of the springlocks. She walked off, ignoring Jonas' pained screams, unfazed by what had just happened.

"What about Jeremy?" Toby asked, nervously.

"Jeremy's dead," Violet replied, angrily. With that, Toby, Vincent and Marion followed her, hoping they'd be able to escape the attraction, together.

An hour, later...

Mike glanced at his phone as he walked, carrying an iron bucket of salt. 5:30. He pocketed his phone, then stared at the sight in shock and fear before running into the burnt out attraction.

"...Oh, no..." he gasped, running into the building, "Violet?" He ran through the attraction and stared at the mass amount of destruction. Finally, he got to the guard room, where he found an impaled and burnt corpse.

"Oh, no..." he whispered, "Violet..." He grabbed his phone, not even noticing Springtrap walking up, behind him. Mike ran off as he dialed the number, leaving Springtrap behind. Springtrap angrily walked over to the old, burnt arcade machine and glared at it.

"PERHAPS SOME THINGS ARE BEST LEFT FORGOTTEN" appeared on the discoloured screen in green letters, soon followed by the word, "FOREVER" With that, the cracked screen faded to black.

THE END