Well, it turned out the guy attacking the animatronics was a dead guy with the creepy eyes Freddy always had. It was a disturbing sight, but pretty satisfying. Even the dead didn't approve of Mike's early death. And seeing your would-be killers get punched is perfection. Only someone who almost died would understand.
"Uuuh, why do you have a hole in your head?" Mike asked, clueless. "And everywhere else?"
Freddy sneered, "It's Jack, of course."
Mike stared at the dead guy. He finally said, "If you're the Jack who died in the nineteen seventies, why do you look like the guy who went missing last week? And why is your. . . corpse in a good condition? Keeping in mind that corpses are always in bad shape."
"This is actually Alexander Fontana," Bonnie explained. "He died last week, yes, but is possessed by Jack Marianowski."
"THERE WAS NO NEED TO EXPLAIN, YOU FILTHY BUNNY."
Bonnie looked at Freddy with big, sad, hurt eyes. He murmured, "Mom used to say-"
He was cut off when Foxy collapsed on top of him.
"GET OFF!" he demanded.
Mike laughed, "Haha, the pirate's servos locked up!" He got a well-deserved punch in the face by Chica, but Jack slapped her away from him when she went to pick him up. She whimpered.
"Now you have cooties," the purple bunny teased before being kicked in the eyes. He yelped.
Freddy yelled, "Calm down! Bonnie, there is no such thing as cooties. Put Foxy up on his feet and get up. Chica, get Jack."
"We can't kill him like that!" she moaned. "He can't die if he's dead twice!"
"At least make him get hurt!" he shouted.
Chica looked at the reanimated human, picked him up, and hung him by the shirt on a pole. "Ta-dah." When Jack-Alexander still fought back, she stabbed a spare Bonnie mask on his head. There was muffled screaming. Chica looked pleased with her masterpiece.
Mike inched towards the door and put his hand on the doorknob. Freddy spotted him and flung a Chica arm. Mike ducked.
Golden Freddy, who momentarily left the room for a mop to clean any blood, was hit by the disembodied, flying yellow limb. He screeched and tossed it back, and it ended up as a game of Hot Potato.
Bonnie leaped at the escaping night guard. Mike ducked again, but not fast enough. He was pinned against the wall. The animatronic bunny stared at him with angry black eyes, then dragged him on the floor like a baby blanket.
Freddy was just giving Jack a pep talk, "You're soft now, Jack. Maybe spending time with that little girl was a bad idea, hm? Face it. She'll grow up killing her own. She's a bad guy, Mike's a bad guy, Alexander and Jeremy were bad guys. Human beings are bad. We're doing the world a favor."
"You're a hypocrite. By killing the watchman, you're proving you grew up a bad guy, something you don't want," Jack answered in two overlapping voices.
Mike suddenly shouted from the floor, "Hey, one of you is the Phone Guy!" He was kicked by Bonnie, who seemed as curious about the conversation as Chica, Goldy and the stiffened Foxy.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" Freddy yelled.
"Bad guy," Jack replied, almost bored. He succeeded in getting the mask to be punched in, denting on the other side. The already-dead body fell to the floor and was leaking something. It was disgusting to the human. The animatronics disregarded it, and Freddy even kicked it lightly.
"Alrighty then, go," Freddy instructed.
The animatronics ganged up on Mike like wolves to a deer.
Then, it began to ring six times.
Six AM.
Mike was dancing with Death and then six AM came. It was glorious.
The animatronics moved with robotic steps to the stage, excluding Foxy the Pirate Fox and Golden Freddy. He cheered loudly.
As soon as the manager came in, he realized how screwed he was, but he didn't care.
"You tampered with the animatronics?!"
Mike almost sang, "Yes!"
"YOU'RE FIRED, KID."
He practically danced out of the pizzeria.
'Jack?'
The inky boy with glowing white eyes and striped sweater stared at the boy with brown eyes. It was evident that Jack had been crying. His Marionette tears were visible, shining purple.
'Go away,' Jack mumbled.
Derek said, 'I'm sorry. Not everyone is bad. The children here won't kill each other. I think. Point is, I was the bad one. We all were. But you saw the light. You were actually good.'
Jack seemed to smile a bit. 'I'm sorry, too. I was mean a bit. I broke the rules. Apology accepted? '
'Apology accepted.'
There was silence a while.
'Wanna go meet some new friends?' Derek asked. 'Maybe Justina? Or someone new?'
Jack nodded a little. Derek guided him to the games. He suddenly felt a tug on his shoulder and whipped around to Jack.
He muttered, 'Derek, I know him. I really do.'
The boy glanced in the direction where Jack pointed. There was a little kid, only maybe seven, dressed in all black. His hair, sweater, sneakers and jeans? Black. There was a bit of white here and there. He looked similar to someone. . .
Derek looked carefully at the boy. Then at the skeptical Jack. Then at the boy again. Then Jack. Boy. Jack. Boy. Jack.
Derek finally uttered, 'He looks like you.'
'N-No. No. I don't know him. I imagined it. Let's go,' Jack said with a hint of nervousness.
Derek couldn't help but look back. The boy playing on his mother's cell phone. . . Was he maybe Jack's relative?