A/N- Last Chapter. Fresh Meat will be up later this week. Pardon me for the delay.

Chapter 11- Once Bitten...

Just who the hell is Jeremy Fitzgerald? And why do I get the feeling I've met him before?

Well, I guess I'll have to live through his night 6 in order to find out.

I sat nervously, waiting for Phone Guy's message.

"Hello? Hello...uh...what on earth are you doing there, uh didn't you get the memo, uh, the place is closed down, uh, at least for a while. Someone used one of the suits. We had a spare in the back, a yellow one, someone used it...now none of them are acting right. Listen j-just finish your shift it's safer than trying to leave in the middle of the night. Uh we have one more event scheduled for tomorrow, a birthday. You'll be on day shift, wear your uniform, stay close to the animatronics, make sure they don't hurt anyone okay, uh for now just make it through the night, uh when the place eventually opens again I'll probably take the night shift myself. Okay, good night and good luck."

Jeremy, I don't know what you're thinking, but how could you not know that the place was closed? And a birthday party tomorrow? Something's gonna go really wrong. I can feel it in my bones.

I brought the mask close to me. Jeremy's going to need it more than ever tonight. Okay, so first in the hall is old Foxy. I flashed him in the face a few times.

That's when I heard Bon-Bon speaking.

"Just let me at him, Fred," the blue bunny hissed. "I'll give him what he truly deserves!"

"What if that's not who we're after?" Fred asked.

"Are you making excuses for a man who slit five kids' throats?" He glanced at me from down the hall. "Of course that's him!"

"Uh, I'm not so sure we even got the right guy." Fred just backed away. "I'm gonna go make sure."

Bon-Bon crossed his arms. "Fine then, but I know who I'm dealing with. Toby's not gonna make it out tonight." I saw him creep out of the vent. He slid by me while I had the mask on. The rabbit trudged out of the office, muttering something to himself.

Another uninvited guest entered my office, this one tended to attach herself to the ceiling. I looked up. Mangle hung there like some grotesque chandelier.

"So, you like hurting kids, huh, sugar?" She drawled.

I doubt she even can tell a difference between a skinny redhead and a tall, lanky, tattooed brunet who smokes. From her point of view, the man in the security office is evil and must die painfully. Her plastic face was inches away from mine. "You know, I could always wait here until Foxy shows up." The stripped bare endoskeleton head turned in the direction of the hall. "I'll enjoy watching him gut you like a game animal."

I threw on the mask. Bon-Bon had entered the room. I ducked under the desk, just in time for him to pass by.

"Sugar, It's best that I deal with you in my own way," she cooed. "I'll show you tomorrow just what I can do."

The clock chimed just as I woke up. Well, the phone woke me up. I grabbed the phone off my bedside table.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Mike, it's me," Fritz said. "Just calling to see if you found out anything else."

I yawned before replyng. "Do you know who Jeremy Fitzgerald is?"

Fritz paused. "Uh, I never told you this, but he got..."

I think I fell asleep again.

This time I was standing in Kid's Cove. Ambulance sirens wailed outside as paramedics wheeled a gurney out of the restaurant. I hurried towards the ambulance after glancing at Mangle. Blood and bits of brain matter dripped down from her ivory teeth.

Someone got hurt because of the murders... but where's Jeremy? I got to the ambulance once the paramedics lifted the stretcher into the ambulance. A gust of wind blew the victim's hair. I looked closely at the injured man.

"Come on Mr. Fitzgerald," one of the men said. "You'll be fine."

I stood there as the ambulance pulled out of the parking lot. Jeremy Fitzgerald was the one bitten in 1987?

The dream soon faded away. A choir of children's voices echoed in the distance.

"He came back."

"We knew he would."

"We have a place for him."

I woke up. Fritz had hung up, but what on earth do the voices mean?

Tomorrow I'm starting Fresh Meat.