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

POV: Mike

The night was finally peaceful as the second hour of Jeremy's and my shift began. Well, as peaceful as it had been before the remodeling.

Strangely enough, the animatronics were still moving around on their own, and they were fully aware of me and Jeremy. I guess the spirits of the children hadn't passed on after all, even after Vincent was stuffed into that costume.

"Hey, Mike. Hey, Jeremy," Chica's voice called out. Jeremy and I looked up from our work, Jeremy busy with college homework and me boredly checking the cameras, and saw Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, Freddy, and Golden Freddy standing in front of us in the Office.

"Hey, guys," I replied, smiling. "What's up?"

They paused for a few moments, seeming hesitant about something. After a while, Freddy spoke up.

"Well… I just wanted to say I'm sorry about what happened three nights ago." He gestured to the arm I still had in a sling and Jeremy's still bandaged arm.

"It's alright," I replied. "It's not your fault. You weren't in control of your actions."

"B-but…" Bonnie responded. "…a-aren't you mad at us?"

Jeremy shook his head. "Like Mike said, none of what happened was your fault."

"They are correct," The Puppet's voice sounded, and he suddenly appeared near the door to the Office, startling all of us. "What happened was not your fault."

I was able to get a good look at his height now. He was taller than I first thought. With his feet, or what I would assume feet since the ends of his legs were just points, on the floor, his head nearly reached the top of the door. Just a few more inches, and he'd have to duck his head just to enter the Office.

"I see you're keeping your word about watching us closely," I replied, giving him a small smile. I then frowned as a question that had kept popping into my mind all day resurfaced. "I've been wondering, why do you not like adults that much? And you can't say that what I'm asking isn't true, because I know you were ready to kill me and Jeremy last night."

The Puppet looked at me, almost angrily, but his expression softened and he sighed. "I suppose I should tell you, but if you tell anyone of what I am about to say, I will not hesitate to end both of you."

()()()()

POV: Jeremy

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was Mike really this crazy? Or was her sense of fear overrun by her curiosity? Maybe it had something to do with the many years she'd been working at Freddy's with those haunted animatronics.

I was even more surprised that The Puppet agreed to answer her question. I was sure she'd hit a nerve there when she asked about his hatred towards adults. But I felt it really wasn't my place to speak at the moment.

"When I was still a human child and wasn't… this," The Puppet spoke, gesturing to his current body, "I was still naïve and vulnerable to the influence of an adult's words."

So he was the spirit of a child! That already explained a lot.

The Puppet continued.

"The man that now rests inside the yellow bunny costume was still working here at Freddy's as the night guard. At the time, I had no idea of what he had done to the five children whose spirits reside in the former Fazbear Crew, the five beings who stand in front of you now. He told me and five of my closest friends, who were all here to celebrate my birthday, that he had a special surprise for us. We all stupidly took the bait." The Puppet stopped talking, likely upset about having to remember what had happened in the past.

I could see Mike slightly nodding out of the corner of my eye. This information obviously didn't surprise her, though I was fully aware this was new information for both of us. Especially after she told me everything she knew about this place before our shift tonight started.

The Puppet continued, having regained his composure.

"We didn't have bodies to control at the time, since the first five children had already claimed the bodies of the old animatronics. After the reconstruction of the building, the six of us were able to reside in the new animatronics. I was forgotten by the humans, though, my new form trapped inside the toy box in the Prize Corner, away from all eyes and only able to come out at night when the others are active and the night guard, or guards, are the only humans here."

"I see," Mike replied. "You don't like adults because of what Vincent did. But why do you hate all adults? I'm sure you didn't hate your parents."

The Puppet sighed again, a sad expression forming on his face. "Yes, I didn't hate them, but soon I discovered they had been lying to me ever since I was little. They told me nothing bad would happen to me if I stayed near them. They said I'd be safer with a group of friends if I did stray from them. But that wasn't the case. They lied to me, and if I can't trust my own parents to be honest with me, I can't trust any adult to be honest with me."

"But that doesn't mean you can't trust any adult," I spoke up. "Your parents were just trying to protect you from facing the harsh reality we all have to deal with sooner or later. Yours just happened in a way that no one, not even your parents, could have expected."

"And how do I know you're not lying to me?" The Puppet asked, his voice rising in anger. "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know I can trust either of you?"

"You don't," Mike cut in, her voice barely audible, and then growing louder as she continued. "But that doesn't mean you can't give us the chance to prove ourselves. I know you're skeptical about us and don't want to trust us too easily, but shouldn't you at least make your call on it after you get to know us?"

The Puppet was silent, staring at Mike intently and obviously considering her words carefully. After a long pause, he spoke again.

"Maybe I really should give you two a chance. After all, you've already gained the affections of the first five children Vincent killed… Fine. I will decide if I can trust you two after understanding you a little better."

"So, do we have a deal?" Mike asked, holding out her hand to shake The Puppet's.

He nodded and returned the gesture. "We have a deal."

Suddenly, a crash was heard outside the Office. Everyone, even The Puppet, tensed for a split second before looking out to the hallway between the party rooms. A yellow figure slowly stumbled towards the Office. Both Mike and I gulped. It was the costume Vincent's body, and likely his spirit, was trapped in.

"Here we go again," I heard Mike mutter.

Finally done!

Sorry about the small cliff-hanger, but I'm not continuing this story.

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