Warnings; none;

I appreciate everyone's kind words last review. I'm glad things seem to be coming together, though someone was confused as to why I added Mike's mom dying and someone mentioned Shadow Bonnie falling to stitches was a put off (not quite but I understood what you meant haha) and I promise I'll be getting to those things. The Shadows represent something, hence why they act the way they do!

I hope you guys enjoy. Forgive me, I've undergone surgery and it's definitely taking it's toll. It hurts and has left me bedridden but I've been working on this to get it out to you all!

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"That lady is back."

He heard Fredbear sigh, the huge golden bear likely rolling his eyes. "Spring, just ignore her. There must be a reason she wasn't fired-"

"No, no! Not her. The other lady." Springtrap argued, lightly stomping his foot. Jeremy had gotten upset the last time he'd done it, since he broke the floor. "The one that we cleaned up for."

"That would be Jill. Guess she's back with our inspection grade." Mark said as he passed by the animatronic, looking tired. He had some grease stains on his uniform. "Wish we had known, I look like crap."

"I doubt she'll be inspecting you, Mr. Pilliars." Freddy rolled his eyes.

Still, they were all waiting. The lady was pulled towards the back office by the manager, and Springtrap was curious what their grade was. He remembered kids talking about grades, and that they were important. And Jeremy had said that the restaurant could be closed down if they didn't pass.

"Don't get worked up. Things went fine."

"I'm okay!" Springtrap said, shrugging it off. He didn't care if the restaurant closed; he had Fredbear again and that's all that really mattered to him.

"Oh here they are." Jill came around the corner, holding some folders. She smiled, looking at them all before turning to Mark. "I didn't get to meet you before. Long day?"

"Uh, yeah, the kids kinda run around and make me earn my paycheck. Jill right? Mike and Jeremy mentioned you coming here; hope we've done a good job." Mark said.

She nodded. "I couldn't give you an A, since your manager and I have some disagreements and your CEO is a little too casual about this chain despite some history but...B+ is still pretty good."

Mark visibly relaxed. "Wow, thanks...if you don't mind, I heard you knew someone who worked here?"

Springtrap noticed Fredbear tense. He patted his arm. He kinda remembered the man. Sometimes he had some trouble remembering things, especially as of late. He probably should ask Jeremy about it in case something happened, but he could definitely recall this guy.

"Mm, he did. For years and years; we moved around when they'd transfer him. He and his friend would wear these two," She motioned to the gold animatronics. "And then there was an accident at a different location, and then those kids..." She sighed. "But he wanted to stay, he loved working here."

The gold bunny frowned slightly. Wait, he knew this didn't he? He rubbed at his head; something wasn't sparking right. But he stopped when he noticed the two bears were watching him.

"I guess I can understand that. I like working here too, even if it's...demanding." Mark said, shrugging.

Jill smiled. "Well, that's why we kept moving. But then there was an accident...I wish he could've told me about the waivers but...Oh well. That was Scott for you, always going in head first if it meant having fun. I'm glad he had Mike to replace him."

Scott...Springtrap felt an odd pressure in his head. Scott and...and him, it was him again, it was always him. He started twitching again. No, he didn't want it to spark together. He jumped when someone touched him, but he didn't resist when Fredbear gently led him away towards the backroom.

"Don't worry, Spring. You just need a moment to rest."

"It's, it's not right, I don't wanna remember, Fredbear..." He said, clinging to his head.

He was put on the table. The golden bear was frowning as he looked him over. They both jumped slightly when the door opened, Mark coming in.

"You okay? You looked sick back there..."

"I can't be sick, I'm a robot." Springtrap said weakly.

The guard gave him a look, hands on his hips. "Don't be smart. Really, Spring, are you okay? I'll call Jeremy, he won't mind coming in a bit early to look at you...Jill said she'd come back another day."

He didn't want her to come back. Springtrap groaned and clutched his head. She'd been around before. He remembered, but she'd been huge then. They were going to be parents, right? And then there had been him there with them and the pressure was back in his head.

"I'm calling Jeremy...you're going to stay back here with him?" Mark asked.

"Of course. Please tell Jeremy to hurry."

He didn't want Mark to leave, but he didn't say anything as the guard nodded and ran out. Fredbear gently patted his back. What was happening to him? Would they put him back into the room?

"Do not worry, Spring. I'd never let that happen again."

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Jeremy rolled over, confused. It was his day off, so why was he awake? If he checked his phone and find out it was before noon, he was going to be pissed off. Sighing, he sat up, glancing around. His phone was vibrating near his pillow. He rubbed at his eyes, noticing it was Mark.

"What now?" He asked, answering it.

"Sorry to bug you on your day off, but Springtrap is having some kind of...I don't know, meltdown or something. That inspector came back to pass us and he started twitching and had to be moved to the back room. Can you come in and look at him?"

He groaned. "Yeah gimme an...an hour at the most. Just keep him in the back so he doesn't snap and hurt someone."

He hung up. Sighing again, Jeremy looked around and got his prosthetic on slowly, deciding to forgo a shower. He didn't plan on being there long, and he just wanted to get this over with. He wondered if Springtrap would just be retired since shit like this kept happening. Shaking his head, the blond slowly got dressed.

"I knew you wouldn't forget about me, newbie."

Jeremy jumped, stumbling against the bed. No one was there. He waited and made sure he was still in his room. No vision, no transporting to somewhere else...no ghosts. He gritted his teeth, pulling himself back up.

"Why the fuck am I hallucinating about some asshole I barely remember?"

"Cuz ya do remember me, newbie."

He finished putting his shirt on, rolling his eye. "Maybe my eye is making me insane..."

"You can't ignore me forever."

He quickly left, pausing only when one of his roommates called after him about bringing back some pizza. He flipped him off and headed towards the restaurant. Maybe he really was insane. He was imagining a coworker he couldn't even remember the face of...Sighing he went inside, punching in and shouldering past anyone that got into his way.

"Alright what the hell happened?"

Springtrap was lying on the table, with Golden Freddy sitting beside him. The bunny glanced at him, but didn't seem like he was freaking out or glitching. He actually seemed kinda bored, but then again, the old robot was always kind of weird.

"Spring was having some trouble...but he wishes to not talk about it with me." The bear said softly.

Jeremy sighed. "Goldie, mind grabbing Mark for me? Maybe he can explain."

He watched him leave. Alone, the blond sighed and pulled up a stool, sitting next to Springtrap. "Okay, listen. I don't give a fuck who, you should probably go with Mark since he's smart and shit, but you need to talk to someone about what's going on. You know how Mark said it's some kind of PTSD?"

Springtrap hesitated. "I don't know what that means..."

"Means the shit that happened to you, is fucking with your head. And unless you get someone to open up to and listen to it, it's going to keep fucking with you." Jeremy explained.

"Somehow I don't think it's that simple." The bunny said, eyeing him suspiciously. "Can't you rework my hard drive instead?"

Jeremy shook his head. "It doesn't work that way. You've got your old assholebear, you've got Mark, whatever. It doesn't need to be immediately either, okay? But everyone noticed that you've been twitchy. And shit's still happening with the killer, so shit will keep coming up."

"...I don't like remembering though. Especially of him, or of what happened to you."

So he remembered? The engineer sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He wondered, but with how Springtrap acted it seemed like he hadn't. No wonder he was so twitchy. Shaking his head, Jeremy hesitated before patting his shoulder.

"It wasn't you. It was that asshole...whoever the fuck he was."

Springtrap frowned at that. "I don't want to remember him. But I do. I think I keep seeing him."

Jeremy tensed at that. Wait...Springtrap knew who the killer was? Did he know specifically? He knew that the bunny was having some kind of trauma with remembering… but they needed to know, since the killer was still haunting them.

"You need to know, right? I try not to listen to what Mike says, but I know he's still around..." The animatronic looked at him. "Is he going to hurt someone again?"

"Dunno...I assume so."

The bunny frowned. "Will he hurt Mark?"

"He's threatened to." Jeremy said softly.

"He's been with us since opening...like that other lady said, her husband wore Fredbear and..." Springtrap hesitated. "And Vincent sometimes wore me."

Jeremy jerked away from the animatronic. Wait, what? Vincent? As in, the guy he was just beginning to remember Vincent? Did Scott know? Did...did he know, at the time? What else was he not remembering from back then?

"And Vincent was the one that killed the kids?" He asked.

"Yeah...he wore me when he did it. Then I got stuck in the back until he came back." Springtrap looked at him curiously. "Did you know him?"

The blond clutched at his pants, thinking. He did...and recently, he'd been thinking that Vincent must've been a decent friend. The guy had been there in the hospital to see him. He'd apparently been there to give him tips between those awful nights working as a guard. But he was actually the one that killed all those kids...

"Yeah, back when I worked here."

"Fredbear always hated him, but I thought he was nice. He really liked working with the kids...I dunno what happened. Suddenly he just...had them all cornered in the back. I think he tried to explain it when they were sealed together but I never listened to him." The bunny explained.

"Did you...break on him on purpose?" Jeremy asked. He'd always wondered if the springs broke like they'd been known to, but since the animatronics were sentient.

"...yeah...don't tell Fredbear though. We weren't allowed to see each other, and since I knew what Vincent had done..."

Jeremy hesitated before patting the robot's ear. "You were looking out for your home. Don't worry about it; our little secret."

They stopped when the door opened. Mark had taken his sweet ass time, but since he was on duty, Jeremy didn't say anything. The guard looked between them as Golden Freddy closed the door behind them.

"Sorry, I had to explain that the vintage show had to be put on hold for now. Everything okay?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, just having a talk with Springtrap here." Jeremy stretched. "You okay with performing, Rusty?"

The bunny gave him a look. "Yeah I can."

"Good. If you think you're going to freeze up or something, make sure you give some kind of signal. We can think of something to distract the kids." Jeremy got up. "Since you ruined my nap, I'm grabbing something to eat."

"Careful, Foxy's cooking."

That was a horrifying thought. Jeremy rolled his eye and limped off. He doubted that Springtrap would open up immediately, and likely not with two people sitting there. But at least he had that out of the way, and hopefully the damn robot would take his advice before something happens that catches management's attention...

Which just left this newfound information. Mike had said that the kids were killed when he'd worked there...and Vincent was the one that killed them. The engineer made a beeline for the security office. What else was he not remembering? Had he known? Vincent could've been arrested if he had, but because of being bitten...

No, he couldn't assume that. He might've been a quiet brat back then, but he never would've stayed quiet about murders. He sat down in the chair and sighed, running a hand through his hair, stopping at the ring of scars around his forehead. He wished he could remember everything. Maybe he could've stopped this from going as far as it had...

"There ya be! Mark be lookin' fer ya, said you were hungry." Foxy poked his head into the room, pausing when he noticed Jeremy's expression. "Ya be okay, mate?"

"Yeah, fucking great. Just found out that I personally knew the guy who killed all the kids and is haunting the place I work." Jeremy grumbled.

"Ya knew him?" The fox asked, looking amazed.

He sighed. "Apparently...Anyway, what were you saying?"

"Mark said ya be hungry, was gonna make ya somethin'. If yer up fer it."

The blond snorted, shaking his head. "Yeah, thanks. Sounds great."

The animatronic left quickly. Jeremy watched him go. He wondered what Mark needed, but didn't move yet. He needed to talk to him and Mike of course, about what he'd learned. But as he sat there, he needed just a moment to sink it all in.

"Back off, I be givin' it ta him."

Jeremy blinked, having blanked out. He rolled his eye when he heard Foxy arguing with someone, not surprised to see Chica with him. The chicken was trying to steal the pizza box away from the pirate as they dodged around each other.

"Your pizza's are awful though! Let me remake it!"

"There be nothin' wrong wit' me bakin." Foxy argued, growling at her as he offered the engineer the box.

"At least let me make you one for home, Jeremy. You need to eat more." Chica offered, giving him a pleading look.

The blond snorted. "Sure, but you better hurry cuz I want to get home."

She grinned and hurried out. Shaking his head, he began eating himself some pizza. "I dunno what she's talking about, your pizza is fine."

"She be jealous. I gave ya a meat and the lass got upset." Foxy shrugged.

Well...he really hoped that they didn't sell any BBQ Chicken pizza. He doubted Chica would understand, but it was just better to not bring it up at all. He leaned back in his chair, listening as the fox rambled on about what had happened during the day, their passing grade for the inspection, and a few kids that won some mini contest.

"Wait, back up. That inspector...her husband was Scott?" Jeremy demanded.

"That what she be sayin. Or rather wut the ol'bear said. I wasn't there." Foxy flipped up his eye patch. "Ya knew him, right? Ya and Mike."

"Yeah. Fritz did too." Jeremy sighed. Great. "She was going to come back?"

"Aye. She be wantin' to see ya and Mike. Mentioned bringin' the lil one."

Jeremy hummed, thinking. "I'll have to come in then. I want to meet her again."

If this was Scott's wife, she had to know Vincent. They seemed like good friends. And since her husband had looked out for his ass back in the day, it seemed the least he could do was meet her and see his family.

"Here you are, Jeremy! Come on Foxy, our show is about to go on." Chica chirped.

"You're going to make me look like an asshole, carrying two boxes out." Jeremy grumbled but took his new pizza anyway. "And lay off Foxy's pizzas."

She huffed, pouting. "There's no vegetables!"

"It's called variety."

"Am I really going to have to come down here and separate you two so we can do our jobs?" Freddy suddenly appeared, hands on his hips.

"Hey, I already did my job. I calmed down the rustbucket and am now taking my free food home." Jeremy argued.

The bear gave him a look. "I'm sure, Mr. Fitzgerald."

"Jeremy won't eat his vegetables, Freddy, he already looks like he's starving." Chica cut in. She scowled when Jeremy groaned. "Really! Make sure you eat mine too. Sorry you had to come in on your day off Jeremy."

"Yeah yeah, just make sure Springtrap doesn't start glitching out okay? And no one call me the rest of the day." He muttered as he got his two pizza boxes together.

"Be seein' ya tomorrow." Foxy waved as they split up.

"See ya." Jeremy watched them get on to stage. He glanced around, seeing the huge crowd of kids as the lights dimmed for the show before heading for the exit.

He paused when on the way home, his phone rang. Sighing, adjusting the pizza boxes, he answered it. "Yeah?"

"Hey, sorry, you left before I could talk to you. Did Foxy tell you? About Jill?"

"Yeah he did. I figured we'd talk when Mike is with us too, I..." He hesitated, swallowing. "I know who the killer is."

He heard Mark curse softly. "Seriously? When? How?"

"Today...Springtrap told me. I'll explain later, okay?" He sighed. "Just let me get home and think. Once the three of us work together we'll deal with it."

"You really want to wait till then? What if something happens before then?" Mark asked. He sounded annoyed, but it faded quickly. "Alright, just be careful okay? And don't do anything weird. Whoever the killer is doesn't matter."

Jeremy couldn't help but smile. "Right. I'll see you later. Be careful."

He hung up. Feeling relieved somehow, he finished the trek home and ignored his roommates as he took his food into his room. He wondered how Mike would react, knowing who the killer was. Or Fritz. Shaking his head, he took a slice of 'vegetable' pizza and lay in his bed.

"Glad to see you back, newbie."

Jeremy ignored the voice. "At least I'm not crazy..." He mumbled to himself.

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Sorry if this chapter is a little short. As I said, I'm recovering from surgery and it's a slow, painful process unfortunately.

MRIMO