I wasn't going to post anything today, but I decided to change my mind. I'm a little depressed though. My cat Shadow is sick, (he's been throwing up a lot) and I tried to convince my mom to take him to the vet, but she ended up not, saying we'll just keep an eye on him over the weekend. So she let him out with our other two cats like we usually do during they day. But Shadow never came back and now I'm worried. It's been about a day since he's been missing and I'm just so scared he's out their too sick to come back...

So yeah, that's why I was going to wait for a while, but I figured writing my story would be a good way to distract myself. And it worked...for a while. I'm kind of crying again right now as I'm typing this. Sorry for saying all this, but I do feel better when I rant about my problems for a while...even if I'm ranting to complete strangers.

But anyways, here is the next chapter. I hope you guys like it. And this one is a bit long too, but that is because there are three parts to it! Cool right!? So I'll shut up now and stop bothering you guys about my issues and let you read! So please enjoy! (Also I will go ahead and apologize for any mistakes. I was typing this when I was crying so I wasn't keeping an eye on spelling mistakes as I usually do...even though I know I always made those mistake in the earlier chapters, I just have a feeling there will be more in this one. So forgive me please.)

Nick floated around the room frantically while everyone else watched the little boy zoom back and forth worriedly. "I'm freaking out right now!" He screamed once again speeding over to the other side of the room. "Where is Mikey!? How do we find him!? What do we do!?"

Chica looked over at her leader. "Uh, Freddy, I want to calm Nick down, but he has a point. What do we do?"

Freddy looked over at the chicken, he could see just how worried the animatronic was. He smiled sadly and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry Chica, we'll think of something." he answered, not wanting to admit he really had no clue, not even the slightest of what they all should do to save Mike.

Golden glanced at his younger brother before back up to the ghost. Sighing, he stood up shakingly. Bonnie and Freddy instantly stood up to help him. Smiling gratefully at the two he looked back up at the ghost. "Nick, could you come here please?"

The older ghost looked down at the broken bear. His gaze landing on the little girl standing next to him. He gulped nervously and lowered down. Once he was on the floor again he slightly turned his head to Sammy, remembering how cruel he was to the girl at one time. "Sa-sammy...I-"

She raised her hand, smiling kindly. "No need to look so guilty Nicky, I don't care."

Nick lowered his head before snapping it back up. "Did you just call me Nicky-" he went stiff, falling silent when Sammy wrapped her arms around him tightly. A dark blush appeared on his face. The other ghost children saw this and began giggling at the two. This just fueled Nick's blush as he shoved her off. "Hey, get off! I don't need you hugging me!"

"But you did need one. You were nervous and scared for Mike." Sammy smiled sweetly. "I was just calming you down."

Nick huffed and looked up at Golden. "Weren't you going to say something."

"Oh I can let you two have your little moment some more if you want that instead..." Golden teased, forcing Nick's blush to return.

"I-I-Shut up bear!"

Golden laughed and knelt down and patted the boy on the head. "Calm down, I was just teasing you. Sammy and I just wanted you to calm down for a little bit. Being all frantic won't help one bit, you understand Nick?"

He slowly nodded. "Yes..."

"Good, now Nick, I know you told us purple guy has Mike, but is there any other details you might have left out?"

"Uh..." Nick thought about it for a moment, just then an idea came to him. "Daniel. I might have said it before but his name is Daniel! He's Mr. Fazbear's nephew."

Golden thought for a moment. "Family huh? Then maybe there will be information on him in Mr. Fazbear's office." He smiled. "We could even find out where he lives."

"But knowing where he lives won't help at all." Freddy mentioned to his brother. "None of us can leave the building. The kids can't leave this place without popping up in the older establishments and if we leave we'll most likey get caught and forced back here or who knows what else?"

Golden smirked. "I know, but I have another idea of who could help us."

The animatronics and ghosts stared at the bear in confusion, all but Sammy who seemed to understand instantly what the yellow bear was getting at. Fred cleared his throat. "Uh, no offense sir, but what do you mean?" the Toy leader asked.

"If my hunch is correct then don't worry. You all will understand shortly."

"But who would be willing to help us!?" Bon-Bon asked annoyed. "Just answer already you old-" A slap to the head silenced the rabbit and he glared at Fred who was smiling innocently.

"What?" he asked smirking.

"I'll let that slide for now fatso."

"Alright playboy bunny."

"I knew you found that funny!" Bon-Bon snapped, going to attack his leader, but Chicky and Mangle stopped him.

"Now's not the time Bon-Bon." Chicky warned.

"Fine..." The blue rabbit relunctantly backed away, still glaring at the bear.

Golden smiled. "Now, let's get moving to Mr. Fazbear's office."

The group walked quickly until they found the locked door of the owners office. Freddy sighed, trying to push it open. "It's locked, we'll need-" He was silenced when Bonnie walked up and smashed the glass on the window. He reached his arms in and unlocked the door from the other side before smirking in truimph. Freddy stared at the purple rabbit in shock before slapping a hand to his face. "...or we could just do that..."

"Yep!" Bonnie grinned walking into the office.

The others walked in looking around. "Alright," Golden started. "Search through his files until you find any information on Daniel. Also if you find any information on old employees, please hand them to me."

"Old employees?" Foxy asked. "This be about the one to be helping us, right?"

"Yes, now hurry." The old bear answered before everyone began searching. It didn't take long until Puppet successfully found a record of old employees like the bear wanted.

He nervously approached him and tapped him on the shoulder. "U-uh, Mr. Golden, sir?"

Golden smiled. "Just call me Golden, Puppet. What did you find?"

"Uh...Oh, sorry. Um I found the old employees information like you wanted."

"Good, I'll take that." He began searching through, his eyeless eyes scanning every word in the folder. A few papers were tossed to the ground as he continued.

Meanwhile the others finished their search. "It's pointless! There is nothing on Daniel! I can't even find a picture of him or anything!" Bonnie hissed in annoyance.

"No need, I think I found something..." Golden answered, putting down the folder and lifting up a paper. Some of the others crowded around him to look at it. Nick hovered over his head, eyes widening at the paper. "That's him! That's Daniel!"

"Says here he worked at the second establishment..." Golden studied the picture carefully. "Now that I think about it, I do recongize him."

Freddy nodded his head. "I do too. I knew there was something about him I didn't like."

The yellow bear nodded. "Spring didn't like him either...I even remember him telling me about how suspicious he was about the guy. That was before..." Golden sighed, casting a glance at the other ghosts in the room. "Doesn't matter. This has all the information we need. His address in right here."

"Great, now what?" Chica asked.

Golden smirked and pulled out another paper from the folder. "Now we call up this guy." He lifted it up and the other's eyes widened at who they saw.

Scott sighed as he walked into the room. His roomate and good friend Jeremy was sitting on the couch and sipping at a soda. "Hey Jeremy, what's up?"

The younger man rolled his eyes. "Nothing, just trying to relax. Had trouble sleeping last night." The ex-guard rubbed his head slightly, revealing the large thick scars that ran down his skull.

Scott winced at the sight before sitting next to him. "Ye-yeah, I see. You're head bothering you?"

"Sort of...I may finally be healed, but it still hurts from time to time."

Ever since the Bite incident, Scott took it upon himself to take care of the poor victim. He felt slightly responsible for what happened to the young man since it was his own invention that forced him in the hospital for so long. He would visit Jeremy from time to time and the two soon became good friends.

But when Jeremy was finally let out, the poor kid had no where to turn to. His parents were dead since he left high school and he had no other relatives. He would have gone back to his old home, but bills were pilling up and the poor guy no longer had any job and any money. No one seemed to be sympathetic to the man who lost his frontel lobe...All but Scott who decided to take him in and help him out from time to time.

"So do you have anything planned today?" The blonde boy asked the older man, still sipping from his drink.

"No not really. I was planning on just cleaning up the house."

Jeremy smirked. "Lame..."

"Hey, someone has to clean up around here!"

"Still lame..."

Scott rolled his eyes. Just then his phone went off. He sighed in annoyance and went over to it and picking it up. "Hello?"

"Scott? Is that you?"

That voice...it sounded so familiar. So...metalic? "Yes?" he more questioned than answered.

"Good. I'm glad I found you. It's me, Fredbear."

Jeremy wasn't listening to his roommate talking, he was more focused on resting his eyes and occasionally sipping from his soda. So when the phone was slammed down he jumped in shock and looked over at the older man who was racing to throw on his jacket. "What's wrong? Who was it?"

"I have to go. Now!"

"What? Why?" Jeremy set down his drink and stood up. He frowned when Scott left the room, most likey going to look for his shoes. "I'm coming too!"

"No!" Scott pratically came running into the room. "No, you can't." he said more calmly.

"And why not?"

"It..it's just something for me to deal with."

"Scott, I'm going to help you, no matter what." Jeremy pushed past him and grabbed his own jacket and shoving on his shoes. "So where are we going."

The man sighed. "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzera."

There was a deep long silence. Jeremy literally lost all color in his skin as he nervouly smiled. "Oh..." was all he said instinctively rubbing his head. "W-well...that's...cool."

"I told you you wouldn't be comin-"

"Oh hell no! I'm still coming with you!"

"What!?"

"I'm not going to leave my friend alone with those animatronics!"

Scott sighed again. "Jeremy, I know how much your scared of them. You don't have to-"

"I'm coming!"

Looking into the young man's eyes Scott could see how determined he was. With yet another sigh he nodded his head. "Alright fine. Now let's hurry."

"Alright!"

The two men quickly walked out, locking the door behind them as they both swiftly made their way to the pizzeria, both not knowing what they were in for.

Mike was silent as he continued to keep his eyes locked on the man in front of him. A few hours has passed by and the two hasn't said a word. Daniel would sometimes get up and walk around to other rooms, doing who knows what before returning and sitting on his couch. He barely looked up at Mike and when he did, he would just scoff at the angry look in the guard's eyes.

Daniel stood up again, his knife still in his hands. "You aren't trying to fight much anymore Mike."

The young man didn't answer as he watched him walk around slowly.

"You can talk again you know? I don't mind anymore."

He hesitated before replying. "...I will only talk so I can ask why. Why did you kill them?"

Daniel looked over at him, smirking. "You really want to know? Do you really want to learn about why they were killed that badly?"

"Yes! I don't just want to, I need to! I care about them! They will continue to suffer because of what you've done to them. They need help." He lowered his head, fighting back his tears. "Maybe, if I learn why you did that, I can figure a way to help them."

The man scoffed. "You can't."

Mike slowly looked up. "What?"

"You can't help them. You can't save them. No matter what you do, they will be gone, hopefully before the end of the day."

"I will save them! When we get to the restaurant, we will all work together to stop you!"

Daniel rolled his eyes and leaned on the wall next to Mike. "I'll let you believe in your little fantasy Mike. But I hope you do except the reality. This isn't some sappy children's story where the good guys defeat the bad guys. That doesn't always happen in real life." He began to twirl his knife around again. "People suffer and people die. That's a fact. There isn't always a superhero that will come bursting in out of no where to save the innocent damsel in distress. And even if there was a hero, he or she will most likely not get to the victim in time. Only reason that happens in children's stories is because parents want to brainwash their kids that happy endings exist." He smirked again. "Kind of cruel if you think about it. Just think about what Nick and the others were thinking when I came at them. Do you think they were looking around for their hero to show up and save them? They were at the age when they still believed in those happy endings after all."

Mike glared at the floor, a tear managed to slip away. He shook softly before more tears poured out.

Daniel noticed and laughed. "You really are crying, aren't you? You care about those brats that much?" He laughed. "Fine..I guess I will tell you then."

The guard barely lifted up his head. "What?"

"I'll tell you, everything. Only because I find you crying amusing. And I pray you will be bawling your eyes out when I'm done." He laughed cruelly as he walked over to his seat. Once he settled down he looked finally let out a tired sigh. He was silent for a while as he gathered his thoughts. "Tell me Mike, have you ever felt a huge urge to do something...something that you normally wouldn't do? Like a...an instinct if you will." When Mike didn't reply he gave a dry chuckle. "No? Well it doesn't matter."

He paused again before deciding to continue. "I have them though. A lot actually. Ever since...well ever since I lost my cousin, I felt...different. Like something was urging me to do something. To make others feel the same pain I felt. I pushed it away as much as I could, but it was getting out of hand. I...I was going insane. I'll admit it. I know I'm not sane. I know I probably should be locked up for the rest of my life with a straight jacket wrapped around me." He let out a tired chuckle.

"My parents..." he continued, "they were growing more and more worried about me. Dad mostly tried to console my mom, she was one of those overprotecive types, you see. But when I began locking myself in my room they would do all they could to get me out. As time past by, I found their efforts...really annoying." He sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "One day, the urge to make others suffer was getting harder and harder to control. So when my parents came to once again to try and get me out...I snapped. I attacked them and hurt them bad. They survived, but were injured really bad. I called an ambulane when I calmed down and they were taken away, but I was arrested for attempt at murder." He paused again. "Mom, she went into a coma and dad ended up passing away from his injuries...I was so guilty. I knew it was my fault. I cried for days when I learned what happened to them, and then eventually Uncle Fred payed the money to get me out. Why he did it I never asked. I just figured it was because I was the last family he had. His wife died when Luke was young and of course he had no other children. I ended up moving back here and again locking myself up. I only went out when absolutely necessary." He sighed deeply after a short pause. "One day when I went out, I just happen to be distracted by my neighbors across the street."

Daniel sighed tiredly as he began to get in his car. But loud yelling could be heard and he lifted his head up slowly to see a young seven year old boy and a teenage boy yelling back and forth.

"Nick, I told you I don't have time to play today!" the teen snapped.

"Mom said you have to!" Nick shot back, glaring with all his might, even if it looked more like a childish pout.

"Well Mom's not here. I'm in charge and I say you go back inside and play with your little toys!"

"NO!" Nick whined, stomping his foot on the ground as frustrated tears began to form. "I want to play with you!"

The teen groaned and rubbed his eyes. "You are such a spoiled brat!"

"I am not! You are a jerk!" Nick turned around and attempted to run off when the older teens hand grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "And where do you think you're going?"

"Away from you!" Nick smacked at his brother's arms, trying to force the teen to let go."

"No, you're going back in the house! Look, people are starting to stare! So shut up and go cry in your room!"

Nick glared darkly before roughly kicking his brother in the leg. He watched with a smirk on his face as the teen let out a loud cry and let go to rub his sore leg. Satisfied, Nick bolted from the spot and ran down the street fast.

"Hey! Nick! Get back here now!"

Daniel watched as the older boy ran after his brother. He snapped his gaze over to the kid, already seeing he was getting lost in an upcoming crowd. The teen stopped in his tracks, looking around frantically while calling out for his younger brother.

He sighed and got in the car. "I guess I can help look for the kid." he mumbled starting up his purple car and driving down the way Nick ran. He kept his eyes peeled for the boy, hoping to find him soon. It didn't take long thankfully for him to find the little boy stubbornly kicking at a rock on the ground. Satisfied, Daniel parked his car and got out. "Hey, Nick?" he questioned.

The child turned around, his eyes widening at the man in front of him. He backed away slowly, fear forming in his eyes.

Daniel caught that and lifted up a hand to show he meant no harm. "No, no, no. It's me, Daniel. You remember me right? I live across the street from you. I saw you run away from your brother and I'm here to bring you back."

Nick shook his head. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers..."

The man smirked. "That's a good thing to remember, but I'm not a stranger...really. I'm your neighbor. I just want to take you to your brother. I promise. Look, we can just walk back. I won't force you in my car or anything if your nervous still." He reached for the boy, but Nick bolted again, running away faster than before. Daniel cursed and stood up. "Fast little brat, aren't ya?" He turned back and started his car up again. Driving down and once again keeping an eye out for him.

Suddenly his annoyance began to pick up as the familiar feeling of hurting someone began to take over. "No, not now..." he whispered. He shook his head, looking for the kid again. "Just find the boy...find him and-" a disturbing thought crossed his head. 'Kill him.' he thought. He pratically slammed on the breaks, as he began gasping for air. "No. Stop thinking like that. He's a kid." He looked up, his eyes landing on the boy who was yelling at a closed door. He tensed up and observed the building. "The diner...of all places to go, he had to go to the diner!" His grip on his steering wheel tightened. "Why there! Why did that brat have to lead me here!"

The urge to hurt the kid was growing more and more. Daniel shuddered quickly before a twisted grin formed on his face. His green eyes seemed to darken as he slowly got out of the car. When he stepped out, his hands instantly went to find his pocket knife.

Nick tensed up and slowly looked behind him. He gasped in fright when he saw the weapon and went to scream loudly again, his tears bursting out more. "Help-" his mouth was covered by Daniel's cold grip.

"I told you I just wanted to help you kid...but you just had to tick me off. Didn't you?"

Nick's tears grew heavier and heavier as he thashed in the man's arms. He looked around. There was no one in sight. The closest people were the many children and few adults inside the diner he tried to get in to. His wide and panicked blue eyes looked inside, praying for someone to look over and notice him. But all the children were preoccupied with the brown animatronic bear searving them all cake. 'Help me!' he thought desperately just as the knife went down.

Mike's body was shaking as he heard about Nick's death. His tears were falling down heavily as he just pictured how scared the boy who only hours ago asked to be his younger brother, was that day. His mind drifted to the teenager Daniel barely described in his story. Nick once had a real brother and he at least had a mother once too. He thought about them and how broken hearted the two must have been when they found out about the young child. The guard knew how Freddy and his older brothers were shaken up about Nick, but he couldn't even imagine the hurt the family must have been suffering. All because of the very man in front of him.

"It was about the same when I went after those five others. They died because I gave in and snapped." Nick chuckled darkly when he saw the sobbing mess Mike became. "I will admit, I was guilty after what happened. I hated myself for what I did to the kids. I..." he sighed. "It doesn't matter now though. Now all I want is to be rid of them perminately. They are nothing but a nightmare to me now. That's why I'm going to try and be rid of them tonight. If I'm right, then they will no longer be haunting the place anymore and no longer haunting my dreams."

"What are you saying?"

"Those five I killed in the second place. Their bodies were never taken out from the animatronics."

Mike's eyes widened. "Really? Not even when the Toys were put away?"

"Yes. Eventually their bones just crumbled away in dust, but techincally they were never taken out even when those four became the main act in the third building. Those five kids, they are only connected to the restaurant because they are still connected to the animatronics they were stuffed in. I'm sure they have ways to possess other things, but no matter what they will always be connected to the original ones they were possessing."

Mike tenses up when Daniel stood up again. "So it's kind of simple, I just have to get rid of the animatronics."

"How do you know that will even work!?"

"I've been doing some research. And I know they are only around because of Nick."

"How would you know that?"

"Simple, I pay attention. When I was working in the second building a long time ago, I would sneak around. I saw Nick more than once floating around. But nothing was happening while he was by himself. After the five others were killed and I was fired, I would sneak in during the day. I would see Nick, he never saw me thankfully, but I never once saw those other kids. If they were haunting the place too, I would have at least seen one of them. That's what I thought at least. A few weeks later I overhead uncle when I came in during the day again. He was arguing with the nightguard at the time. About how the animatronics tried to kill him. I was curious so I snuck around and wouldn't you know it. I saw all of them. All the ghosts floating around in the backroom where no one else was at. Ever since then I knew Nick had something to do with them being back like that."

Mike was speechless. He couldn't believe Daniel figured all that out. But a thought quickly occured to him. "What about Nick's body. His body isn't in the restaurant."

Daniel sighed. "That's the only problem. I don't know why his spirit is still haunting the place. His body was taken away a long time ago. I only have one idea."

"And what is that?"

"The five's spirits are connected to the animatronics, but Nick's spirit has to be connected to the buildings itself. I really think that now after seeing him at the diner ealier. So my plan is simple. Not only will I get rid of the animatronics..."

"You're going to get rid of the diner too."

Daniel chuckled. "Not just the diner. I'm going to burn down all the establishments! They are all going to burn to the ground."

"All of them?"

"Yes. It will also be a perfect way to hide your body after I kill you."

Mike flinched as he was reminded of that fact.

"So now are you happy? I told you everything. By the end of tonight, I will be free from those ghosts! And they won't try and stop me as long as I have you."

"What?"

"You are going to act like my shield. They won't dare hurt me as long as I have you in front of me, right?" He grinned at the look on Mike's face. He laughed. "Finally! I will be free!" he screamed bursting out in his insane laugh once again.

And now you know what Daniel will be doing tonight. Let's hope he doesn't win! He has to be wrong that the bad guy usually wins, right!?

Also, I bet you guys didn't think I was going to bring Scott back in, huh? And what's this? Jeremy is back too!? Huh, so he wasn't just going to show up when I explained the bite in my last story. Cool!

But you know, something doesn't feel right. I feel like we are forgetting someone, someone important...who could it be. *Shawn fades in behind me* Hmm...nope I can't think of who it could be.

So there you have it! The tenth chapter. And I might have lied that the end is coming up soon. It is close, but might be longer than I expected. We'll see. My goal is to be done before Friday since I'll be gone from my lovely, yet boring, country home for a little over a week! (trying not to think about the plane ride to California...*shudders* I don't like planes...)

So anyways, I hope you guys liked it! Again, I apologize for any mistakes. I just didn't feel like double checking like I usually do. I probably should have just waited until I was feeling better to post this, but I figured I'd give you guys this chapter anyways before the day is over. Well, anyways, until next time. Bye and don't forget to review!