I promised that it'd be up either today or tomorrow and here it is! The next installment in the Soul series. I will tell you this, this story will have a good and a bad ending to keep up with the game's atmosphere. And then there's the whole issue with Scott Cawthon confirming there is a fourth one in the making...and just when I thought that Springtrap and the Marionette were creepy...this new guy is terrifying!

Anyway, here is the first chapter of Guardian Angel. I will give you fair warning...this book will be the darkest of the stories so far. This first chapter will prove it as we recap on what's happened so far. This story takes ten years after Shades.

I own nothing but the OCs

Chapter 1

June 21, 2008

Ten years it had been since the old place burnt down. In those ten years, a lot had changed and a lot had stayed the same. Kayle was now chief at the town precinct, having solved many, many cases and putting people behind bars so that they couldn't harm anyone. The town had given her the nickname 'The Judicator' because of her actions. Ashe sat on the town council for many years before ascending to mayor, many changes for the better had happened to the town because of her take-charge attitude. She was very well liked by the people and is currently running her second term.

Four years after the burning of the pizzeria, the Schmidt family was struck with tragedy once more. Anna Schmidt, while on the way to her home from her daughter's wedding was struck by a drunk driver, sending her car off the side of a bridge. She was in the hospital for two months before she breathed her last, Chris Wyatt, and Jill and Garret Harper were in the vehicle when it happened. Garret was killed immediately upon impact while Jill was sent home with a shattered hip and diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. Chris was sent into a coma which he has yet to wake up from.

Jeremy sat the newspaper down, shaking his head sadly as he saw the headline.

"Beloved Middle School Teacher to be Taken Off Life-Support"

Chris Wyatt, age 59, is scheduled to be taken off life-support at Union Medical Center later today after six years of being in a coma caused by a car accident that claimed the lives of Garret Harper and Anna Schmidt. A teacher of thirty three years, Wyatt was beloved by all his students. He repeatedly put his students first and was a fierce advocate for Children's Rights especially after the death of his young son, Sam. Wyatt is preceded in death by his wife, Krista Wyatt and his son, Sam Wyatt who was one of the five missing children from the tragedy at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza on May 4, 1987. Wyatt is survived by his adopted daughter, Wendy and her young son, James."

He closed his eyes, running his hands through his blond hair, wincing as a painful throb built up along the scar on his forehead. The man's vision went fuzzy as his memory shorted out. What was going on? Where was he?

And then, just as soon as it started, the world snapped back into perspective and Jeremy shook his head, trying to clear it. Twenty years ago and it still hurt. He still had nightmares of seeing Foxy's teeth and then lots of pain and lots of blood.

He had just gotten his bearings when there was a knock at the door. Jeremy slowly got up and walked over, opening the door and looking at the bright-eyed brunet man standing in the hall.

"Hey, are you Jeremy Fitzgerald?" he asked.

"Yeah…who's askin'?" Jeremy growled before wincing and shaking his head, "Sorry, didn't mean to snap…my uh…personality part of the brain is kinda messed up,"

"Eh, no worries man," the newcomer shrugged, waving a hand, "You're better than my mother in-law, so there,"

Jeremy cracked a smile before looking at the other man.

"So…what do you want, and who are you?"

"Sorry," the man apologized before sticking out his hand, "Riley Smith. Uh, my dad said he knew you from his days as a guard at Freddy's,"

"Oh really," Jeremy started, "My memory's hazy…care to give me a name?"

"Fritz Smith," Riley said, "He uh…he got fired after one day. Someone messed with the robots and as a result the kids went missing…so they got rid of him,"

"Ah! I remember!" Jeremy nodded, "How is he? He still got that little hop in his walk?"

Riley grinned, "Yeah. But, that's not why I'm here,"

"Ok…"

"Look," Riley sighed, "My dad's never forgotten the Incident with those poor kids. He decided that he's gonna make a horror attraction based on it and the other incidents surrounding that place…like you and your missing part of your brain,"

Jeremy ran a hand through his hair subconsciously, letting the scar peek out just a bit.

"Anyway…he needs a guard," Riley finished, "He said you'd be a really good one,"

"I'd be happy to work day shift…" Jeremy started before Riley shook his head.

"We don't need one for day shift, Dad's taken it," he replied, "We need a night guard,"

"Your Dad worked in that place in my position, he'd know what exactly I went through," Jeremy growled.

"He does…and he says you're the best person for the job,"

Jeremy shook his head.

"I can't," he said, "I've got a condition. I tend to black out and I need another person there with me. Night shift is a one person job,"

"Not anymore," Riley grinned, "Dad thought of that too. You're gonna have a partner,"

Jeremy frowned.

"Who in their right mind would work in that place at night with killer robots," he deadpanned.

"We don't have any animatronics in there…at least not yet, so it should be a breeze for you two," Riley replied, "You'll just sit there,"

"That's what they told us when I worked at that place," came the low growl.

"C'mon, Jeremy," Riley pleaded, "You're the best person for the job!"

"Find someone else,"

"What if I told you your partner's name?" Riley tried, "I'll give you that and then I'll leave,"

He pulled out a business card, scribbling a name and handed it to Jeremy.

"Give me a call with your decision," Riley said, "Hope to hear from you soon!"

And he walked away.

"Don't count on it," Jeremy growled, walking back inside and sitting on the couch.

But something nagged at the back of Jeremy's mind to take a look at the card. The older man gave a sigh as he picked it up and flipped it over to reveal the name. He nearly dropped it in shock as he saw the untidy scrawl.

Mikayla Schmidt.

"Well, if it isn't my fellow Night Guard," Jeremy said with a smile as he picked up the phone and dialed the number,"

"What's up?" came Riley's voice.

"Mr. Smith," Jeremy said, "You've got yourself a Night Guard. I'll see you in a little bit,"

Meanwhile, in the ruins of the old building, behind a boarded up wall, something stirred. The room wasn't very big, but there were a few things in there which normally you wouldn't see. There was a dusty, red guitar with a picture of a man, a woman and a child tucked carefully in the strings; an equally as dusty Walkman with a tape marked 'For Matt' inside it; and two stuffed animals, one a dirty white lamb and the other a well-loved fox. All of the items lay in the shadow of a golden bear which lay limply on the floor.

Farther back was a blue and purple box, a slender, black hand lay limply over the side of the box while a golden rabbit lay beside it. Suddenly, the rabbit twitched, eyes flickering to life…a cold pale green surrounded by inky black.

The time…was almost upon them.

Next, we go see how Mike's doing...she's alive (of course), but we'll also get to meet a new person as well...

And I just wanted to say...someone guessed last book what had spooked Emily! I was so happy when someone got it! Anyway, that will be addressed here in a bit. So, until next time!

I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)

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Elhini Prime signing off.