Me: well, I had some time so here...we...go! That's right, the sequel, everyone loved my first story, so here we are in the sequel

Toy Bonnie: oh god yes, we're back baby! Purple Devil?! That sounds ominous!

Me: indeed it does buddy, I don't usually do stories like this, but with the success of Toy Bonnie's playmate, I could only continue into a sequel...so Jeremy, bud, think you can handle this new story?

Jeremy: oh hell yeah! I'm ready for anything! Oh..disclaimer...Disclaimer: Zero does not own anything in the 5 nights at Freddy's universe, it all belongs to Mr. Scott Cawthon, whom is a very respectable man and I hope he will at some point give me a raise, if not, I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND!

They say that which doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. If that were the case, Jeremy Fitzgerald would have been one of the strongest people in the world. But, he was not since that phrase is just that…a phrase.

Jeremy stared blankly at the purple clad figure holding a gun with a smoking barrel, Bon had his paws to his muzzle while Foxy was growling in rage as he struggled to free himself from Mangle's grip and rip the purple figure in two. The night time security guard glanced down at his chest and lifted his hand, grimacing at the sight of the red liquid staining his palm.

"W…Why are you…d…doing this?" Jeremy groaned and slumped down to his knees before being caught by Bonnie, the purple rabbit glaring angrily at the figure at the far end of the hall.

The figure stepped out into the light, revealing a middle aged man with brown hair and bright blue eyes, a 45 revolver in his hand as he let out a vicious smirk, "simple…revenge…and just so you know…Mr. Fazworth won't be arriving at 6 am…or ever again…" The man chuckled as Freddy growled, the bear snarling in anger as the man slowly approached Jeremy's wounded form, "tell me boy…how badly did you need work? How badly did you desire a job?"

Jeremy growled and huffed as he leaned back against Bonnie whom was trying to drag the wounded guard to safety, "do…does it matter?! Y…You're going to kill me…s…soon…and what do you mean Mr. Fazworth isn't coming?"

The purple clad man smirked as he leaned down into the dim light of the carousal room, Jeremy blinking as he spotted the man's shirt, the man having the same security shirt that Jeremy was wearing.

"Y…You worked here…but no other security guards that...t…took the night s…shift survived…" Jeremy winced some as he held his wound, only to blink as Bonnie, Freddy, Foxy, and Chica all suddenly stopped what they were doing. Freddy pulling his hat off and staring at the purple clad figure in shock before starting to back away in horror.

"It…it can't be, you…you died! I saw it! YOU CAN NOT BE HERE!" The bear roared and grabbed his head as Bonnie fell to his knees next to Jeremy, staring at the dangerous man at the far end of the hall. The rabbit holding his paw to his muzzle as his ears lowered with tears sliding down his cheeks.

"It's…It's not possible…It can't be…you're not real, you're not real, you're not real, YOU'RE NOT REAL!" Bon stared as his older brother broke out into tears while scrambling away from the figure whom only smirked more before cocking the gun and taking aim at the already wounded night guard. Foxy could only stare at the ruthless purple clad figure, the pirate at a loss for words or actions as a swirl of emotions plagued the fox's circuits.

Me lil matey…how? How ye be here? Why ye be doin this? Why?!

"That's right everyone…" The purple clad figure smirked as he pulled off the purple jacket, revealing a night guard security outfit, Chica dropping backwards in shock as the revealed man smiled warmly at the animatronics, "…it's me."

-Timeskip: 3 days earlier—

Jeremy grimaced as he stretched, feeling some of his joints pop as he let out a yawn, the night guard and the animatronics had become a hit amongst kids and teens everywhere. Between the newly revamped Pirate's cove and the new "Jeremy's night time catastrophe" shows, the pizzeria was buzzing with customers and Freddrick Fazworth was happier than he could have ever been. The pizzeria is booming, Freddy's idea was a great one…even if it meant sacrificing Fred, but from what the old animatronics told me, he deserved it…ah well…

The owner was pulled from his thoughts as the clock chimed some, signaling 10pm, the older man smiling to himself as he got up from his chair and left the office. Mr. Fazworth smiling again as Jeremy ran past him with Bon hot on his heels, leaving the owner chuckling, "ok you two, Bon, I expect you to take care of Jeremy and Jeremy, please don't let my pizzeria get trashed again…we don't need a repeat of last time, you hear me?"

Jeremy smiled as he skidded to a stop before waving to the owner, "not a problem Mr. Fazworth, we got it from here, right buddy?" Bon giggled as he tackled Jeremy to the ground, hugging the human tightly before glancing over at Freddrick and nodding, "yeah, daddy, we'll keep the pizzeria safe! We got the best night guard after all!"

Freddrick Fazworth let out a laugh as he shook his head, the owner then glancing over at Freddy whom was busy reading a worn out novel, "Freddy…keep an eye on those two, will you? Make sure the building is still standing in the morning…"

The bear laughed while waving to the man he deemed father, watching the owner exit out of the building before turning to watch Jeremy and Bon, the animatronic bear laughing again as the young blue bunny was sitting victoriously on Jeremy's back, "looks like the score is now Jeremy: 5….lil Bon: 26." The bear smirked as Jeremy grumbled while squirming out from under Bon, the man huffing and crossing his arms indignantly as he made his way to the security office, the blue bunny in tow.

Freddy shook his head and chuckled as he watched the two leave the stage area. It had been two weeks since Fred and Chic had tried to take the pizzeria by force. Freddy suppressed a shudder at the thought of being manipulated again by the treacherous toy animatronics, but with Chic being turned into the new mangle and Fred being stripped for parts…the old animatronics had little to worry about.

-Jeremy's security office—

Jeremy narrowed his eyes at the blue bunny sitting across from him, the tension was heavy in the air as the guard stared at the young animatronic, "alright Bon…read em and weep! 2 pairs!"

The blue bunny smirked before laying down five cards, Jeremy feeling his victory slip further away as a set of three 4s and two 5s were revealed, "I believe Jerm-jerm, that a full house beats two pair…"

Jeremy winced at the nickname again, both bonnies resorted to using the nickname for the guard which had annoyed Jeremy to no end, "alright alright, let's pack up the cards, four losses is more than enough for me."

Bon smiled and packed up the playing cards before perking his ears some as the phone started ringing, the bunny glancing at Jeremy whom shrugged and hit the voice only option, "uh…hello? Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria of fun and fantasy, Jeremy Fitzgerald speaking…"

"Hey there Jeremy…how about we play a game? You like games right? I mean, you were just playing poker with an animatronic rabbit…"

Bon went wide eyed as both he and Jeremy stared at the phone, the night guard blinking a bit while shaking his head some, "uh…yeah, right, I was playing a card game with a robot bunny…that makes total sense…"

"Believe me or not Jerm-jerm…all I wanna know is, do you want to play a game?"

Bon then glanced back into the darkened hallway, flicking his ears in annoyance, "brother! This isn't funny! Get off the phone!" The blue bunny blinked as Bonnie appeared in the hallway, the remains of a cupcake staining his maw, "whatshcha mean…erg…ugh…mmnn…good cupcakesh…whatcha mean lil bro?"

Jeremy blinked and then looked at Bon whom lowered his ears, the two of them then glancing at the phone while Jeremy gulped, "and…and w…what if I ref…refuse this game of yours?"

"You do not want to do that Jerm-jerm…believe me…you want to play…see you on the flip-side!"

Bon and Jeremey blinked and sat back as the phone line went dead, the night guard staring into the frightened bunny's eyes, Jeremy then running a hand over his head and groaning, "well…so much for things getting back in order…"