Sorry for the long delay, but summer caught me before I knew it and the computers at the local library only give me a certain amount of time per day.

This is part two out of two.

This page and the next ones contain spoilers for FNAF 3, if you haven't already played it.

I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's 2.

POV: Jeremy

I don't quite remember what had happened. All I know is that someone somehow snuck up behind me and hit me over the head with something. From the bump on my head when I awoke, I was sure it was something metal, like a pipe.

Slowly, I moved to my feet, my head pounding as I looked at the time on the screen for the cameras, or at least tried to look. My vision was blurry, and I couldn't quite make my eyes focus on anything around me.

That was when I heard the screeches.

I was sure they were coming from somewhere near the Game Area, and I instantly snapped out of my stupor as I realized Mike and Fritz were likely still in that part of the building. Quickly, I raced out of the Office, ignoring my throbbing head for the time being. I couldn't let anything happen to those two. Especially since Mike was still injured from the little run-in with Freddy two nights ago.

As I made it into the Main Hall, my heart jumped to my throat when I realized all the animatronics in the Parts and Service Room were starting to move, but I kept rushing down to the Main Hall and towards where I was sure I heard the screeches.

Once I reached the end of the hall, I froze. To my left was Freddy kneeling in front of Mike, seemingly holding her in his arms. To the right was the tall figure who was with Freddy when he attacked us a couple of nights ago, standing in front of Toy Bonnie and Toy Freddy, with Toy Chica standing just to its right side and Balloon Boy standing to its left. A person stood between the brown and blue animatronics, an escaped convict by the looks of it, judging from the orange jumpsuit.

"M-Mike?" I asked, drawing the attention of everyone and everything. "W-what's going on?"

It was at that moment I was able to clearly see the face of the tall figure. It had a white face with black eyes and small white pupils, red painted cheeks, purple stripes that stretched from the bottom of its eyes to the top of its mouth, and red paint only covering the center of both of its lips in a way similar to lipstick. The being reminded me of one of those Pierrot toys I used to see at carnivals once in a while.

The figure didn't look too pleased with me, but it made no attempt to attack me or do anything to harm me. Instead, it just stood there, staring at me as if trying to judge if I was worth its time and energy or not.

My attention was soon drawn to Mike as she suddenly stood in front of me, an expression of what I believed was worry and relief plastered on her face.

"Thank God you're alright!" she said, her voice slightly hoarse. I could only imagine what she had gone through while I was unconscious.

I then looked around, becoming concerned. "Where's Fritz?" I asked, not seeing him anywhere.

"The child is safe in Mangle's care," the tall figure replied in a male voice that sounded almost childlike, close to the voice of an 8 or 9 year old, startling both me and Mike as it turned back to face the convict. "He will remain with her in the Kid's Cove until we deal with this man, and the two of you, properly."

I had no idea what the figure meant by that, and it seemed Mike didn't fully know either, but the both of us just nodded. I saw Mike gulp a little, obviously nervous, and the sight caused my anxiety to rise. If Mike was nervous about the situation, something bad was likely going to happen.

"Mike!" four voices, three male and one female, called near the door that lead to the Main Hall, and the animatronics from the Parts and Service room rushed in and practically ambushed her, bringing her into a tight hug. It was obvious she was having trouble breathing, and I could tell they didn't know their own strength. Well, of course they wouldn't know their own strength! They're made of metal, for crying out loud!

After holding the embrace a few seconds longer, they all finally let her go and gave her a chance to breathe, Bonnie being the last to release her. It was easy for me to see that they all cared about her, despite what had happened the last few nights. Of course, she has been watching over this place since she was first hired, and she treats the original animatronics with a care that could only be compared to a close friendship and even family status.

It was clear the figure noticed the animatronics friendly actions towards Mike, too, because it, or rather he, judging from his voice, seemed to think hard about something. He then looked at Toy Freddy and Toy Bonnie and nodded to them. It seemed to be some sort of signal, as if they had discussed and agreed to something, because the two animatronics, along with Toy Chica, dragged the convict down the Main Hall to the Parts and Service Room and slammed the door behind them.

The tall being soon turned to me and Mike, his expression unreadable. I had no idea what he was thinking as he seemed to study the two of us carefully, a tension soon falling over the room.

Suddenly, many gut-wrenching snaps, almost like springs being released after being stretched, reached my ears, followed by a blood-curdling scream that cut through the tense atmosphere around us. I could see Mike's hand, the one on her uninjured arm, fly up to cover her mouth as her skin became almost deathly pale. I couldn't tell if she was trying to hold back a scream of her own or prevent herself from vomiting, but I didn't care. I was trying to fight back the bile rising in my throat. Or was that vomit?

The figure spoke once everything was quiet again.

"I have decided to let the two of you live, seeing as you've never caused any true damage to anyone or anything while working here, unlike that man who the others have taken care of."

"W-who was he, anyway?" I couldn't help but ask, my voice stuttering a bit. "A-and what do you m-mean by "taken care of"?"

A silence filled the room, only to be broken by Mike once she calmed down enough to speak correctly.

"That was Vincent," she answered, having pulled her hand away from her mouth.

The tall figure nodded. "He has caused too much harm in this place, and he needed to be dealt with. I will not allow him to harm any more children, especially after what happened to those five." He pointed to Freddy and the other original animatronics.

"What did you do to him?" I asked, somehow managing to keep my voice from wavering this time. Honestly, I didn't really want to know, but something kept pushing me to ask anyway.

The figure paused for a moment at my question. "You will see soon enough," was all he said.

"Mike! Jeremy!" Fritz's voice suddenly sounded, and Mike and I got tackled into a hug from him as he ran up to us. Mangle came to stand next to the tall figure as the Toy animatronics came back from wherever they had taken Vincent.

The tall figure looked at the clock located in the Game Area when all the animatronics began going back to their original locations. It was almost the end of our shift.

"Who are you, anyway?" Mike asked as the figure moved towards the music box in the Prize Corner.

He paused for a moment before turning to look at us. "I am known as The Puppet, and I will be watching the two of you closely. Do not do anything to make me question your intentions. This is the only warning I'm giving you."

The Puppet climbed into the music box and closed the lid behind him just as our shift ended. Fritz ran ahead of us to the Office, while Mike and I paused to look into the Parts and Service room. There, in the farthest corner of the room from the door, was a yellow bunny costume that hadn't been there before. It looked beat up, like it had been in there for a long while, and small, almost unnoticeable, trails of blood slowly dripped from the mouth, neck, and most of the joints.

I could only imagine how horrible the experience was for Vincent. While he was still alive and could feel it, that is.