As Jeremy had promised his passed brother, he went and visited a psychic after his arm healed. As soon as he stepped into the building, the glass ornaments turned black and the wind chimes slanged together, but made no noise. Jeremy had gone immediately after taking Mike to school, so he knew he had time.

"What kind of God-awful-?" a woman's voice asked outraged as she stepped out of the back room. She froze upon seeing Jeremy. "Oh…" she breathed, "Let me guess, you keep blacking out and your brother thinks you're possessed." She said flatly, her expression was serious, but showed that this was not the first time she'd dealt with this situation.

Jeremy nodded, "You're good."

The woman sat down, "No, I knew your brother." She said, "Before that beastly man gunned him down at that corner store." She grumbled, "Sit down and let me see what we're dealing with here." She commanded and sat in her creaky, wicker chair.

Jeremy sat on a cushion in front of her. This must've been the psychic that Brian had mentioned. The woman was around Jeremy's age. Her dark brown-black hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She wore blue-rimmed glasses that had brought out her blue eyes. She was certainly a smaller woman and not someone to call a 'girly' girl. She wore a baggy t-shirt and a pair of torn jeans with stains everywhere. Some of the stains looked as though she was working on a car on her own.

She held her hand over his forehead and focused, "My, my, my…" she said, "So you have a son. Adopted." She began, "Michael Schmidt. The child that was bit on the head by an animatronic in '87." She said, "Such a tragedy that was." She rose her eyebrows, "You're not alone." She said, then she gasped and yanked her hand back, "My goodness." She breathed.

"What?" Jeremy asked.

"When- when you black out… are you thinking of something bad happening to Michael?" she asked.

Jeremy thought for a moment, "Hey- thinking about it… yeah. Usually. Why?"

"There is another spirit within you." She said, "A woman's." she said, "She lost her son and seeks revenge on the one who did it." She said.

Jeremy thought for a while. Remembering when he first realized his possession, "Hey- my first possession-" he started, "It wasn't because I was thinking of Mike." He explained, "I was at work and I went into the back room."

The woman tilted her head. "Go on…"

"I saw this puppet thing." He said, "Then I started getting a headache. Before I knew it, I went blind then just completely blanked out. When I woke up, I was at home with Mike and Brian."

The psychic nodded, "You know… spirits can possess inanimate objects too. Or… non-living things, rather." She said, pushing her glasses up. "Close your eyes again."

Jeremy sighed and did as he was told.

The young woman held her hands over Jeremy's head again. "Hmm…" she hummed in thought. "This woman…" she said, "This mother..." She corrected herself. "She's helping you."

"Helping me?" Jeremy looked up at her.

"She's helping you protect Michael." She smiled, "She doesn't want to hurt you. In fact she loves the devotion you've put into protecting this boy that you have taken in as your own." She said. "She doesn't want you to lose your son like she did."

Jeremy smiled. Then furrowed his brows, "Wait- I had a nightmare a few years ago. I saw the murder of a little boy about Mike's age. Was that-?"

"You witnessed the murder of the mother spirit's son." She said sadly. "She also wants to take revenge on the man who did it." She said. "As for the importance of the puppet thing from work?" she started, "You… do work at Freddy Fazbear's, right?"

Jeremy nodded, "Right."

"Right, that 'puppet thing' just happens to be possessed by her son." The psychic said. "That's why it was a trigger."

Jeremy jerked his head forward and grabbed his head, "No-"

"No, no, let her. I'd like to speak to her." The psychic urged.

Jeremy dropped his hands and grew silent.

The woman leaned over to see Jeremy's face and saw his eyes change black. She didn't like the look of it. She sighed, "He's usually resisting, isn't he?" she asked.

Jeremy nodded and rubbed his face. Then he looked up at her, instead of his eyes full of fear or anger, they looked happy and sad at the same time, "You found my son?" he asked.

The psychic shrugged, "Jeremy did."

He smiled. Then he sighed, "I don't mean for things to get out of hand…" he said and wiped his eyes. "Where is he?"

"He's possessing the puppet at Freddy Fazbear's." she said, "I'm sure Jeremy can take you to him when the place reopens." She said, "Which should to either tomorrow or the day after."

"Alright." Jeremy looked down. "Thank you." He shook his head, "Sorry, we never caught your name." she said.

"Oh." The psychic smiled, "I'm Lori." She held out her hand.

"Lori, okay." Jeremy smiled, "This is Jeremy," he pointed to his chest. "And I'm Mary." He pointed to his eyes. Then he shook her hand.

Lori smiled, "Mary." She nodded, "Um… can you do Jeremy and Michael a favor?" she asked.

"Of course." Jeremy nodded with Mary's response.

"Tone down the possessions a bit."

Jeremy sunk, "Sorry. I can't help it sometimes…"

"I understand that but you're scaring them. And- even scared Brian."

Mary made Jeremy smile sadly, "I liked Brian. Such a good man, he was." He closed his eyes and began crying, "I'm sick of the death." He sobbed, "It took my son, it took Brian, and almost took Mikey and Jeremy." He sniffled. "I don't want to lose anymore."

Lori leaned forward to hug the possessed man in front of her. "You will find peace, I promise." She said soothingly, "And you will find it with your son."

Jeremy managed a smile, "That's all I want…" he said, his voice breaking, "Is to see my Benny again." His eyes lightened up to their original color and he rested limply over Lori's shoulder.

"Um…" she felt him suddenly get heavier, "Mary?" she called, "Jeremy?" she tried, "Who's awake right now?" she asked. Then he sighed and carefully laid Jeremy back onto the pile of cushions. "Okay." She breathed, "That's a different case." she stood up and left the room for a moment. When she came back, she had two mugs in one hand, a teapot in the other, and some knit coasters tucked under one arm. The set everything onto the small table beside her and began pouring the tea. Once the tea was prepared, she tapped Jeremy's knee. "Jeremy." She called, "Come on, dude, wake up." She said.

He remained still.

She rolled her eyes and knelt by him, "Jeremy." She shook his shoulder, "Come on, wake up." She insisted. She frowned in disapproval, "Jeremy Fitzgerald!" she barked.

Jeremy jumped up and hit his forehead against hers, "Oh…" he groaned, "That could've gone better."

Lori rubbed her forehead and sat back, "You're telling me." She groaned and sat back into her wicker chair, "I made some tea." She said and handed him a mug.

Jeremy took the mug, "You usually make tea for your customers?" he asked.

"Customers pay for service." She said, "You're not a customer, you're a guest." She corrected him. "And no, not normally. But this should give you a little more energy."

Jeremy took a sip of the tea. He couldn't exactly pinpoint the flavor. "What kind of tea is this?" he asked.

"Energy tea, now drink." She said flatly.

He gave her a look.

She rolled her eyes, "It's no special blend." She said, "It's mint tea with sugar and a little shot of coffee." She said.

"That's what I'm tasting." He looked at the mug. "It's not bad." He took another sip. "So what happened?" he asked.

Lori drank some of the tea from her own mug, "As I said, the spirit possessing you is the mother of the child you had that nightmare about." She said, "She doesn't mean to scare you or Mike. She just wants to see her son again." She explained, "I'm sure that would put her to rest."

Jeremy pulled his eyebrows together, "Um… Lori… right?" he asked. "I don't recall a single thing since I blacked out, but that's what she's telling me."

"That's right." Lori nodded.

"Okay." Jeremy nodded, "You said that her son-"

"Benny." She added.

"Benny." Jeremy repeated, "You said that he's possessing the puppet at Freddy's?" he asked.

"He is." Lori nodded, "Take Mary to that puppet and reunite her with her son." She said. "Then she'll be at peace once she sees him just one more time."

Jeremy smiled and checked his watch, "Oh shit! I gotta get Mikey from school." He put the mug onto the table and stood up to leave. He stopped for a moment, then turned around and hugged her, "Thanks, Lori." He smiled.

"Of course, come by anytime." She smiled.

**I kinda planned Lori, but after Brian showed up and he mentioned the psychic. I just didn't know how to introduce her. Anyway, tomorrow! Jeremy returns to work at the 'new' Freddy Fazbear's. A.K.A… FNAF2. I didn't make her cute like Brian had mentioned, I made her have a bit of an attitude, but… I guess Brian thinks that sort of thing is cute. Maybe. I might include her a little bit more, I might not. I need votes, people! Thanks for reading though. :3**