So now we go into the very next day/night. We get to see a surprise visitor to Mike and her mother...and the Spirits get to spend the night with Scott. I almost bet you all know what's going to happen to our murderer...

I own absolutely nothing except for the few OCs in here (the parents).

"Bold" is the Animatronic's speech

"Normal" is human speech (when the child's spirit is in control)

"Italic" is memory/thought/phone call

Chapter 12

"You're awful happy today," Anna noticed as Mike came in that morning, "How was work?"

"Scary…but good," Mike replied, "Being there all alone at night with four animatronics for company can be a little creepy. But I've figured out a way to make it a little less so,"

Anna gave a soft smile as she sat a plate down on the table, putting a few pancakes and some other assorted breakfast items on the white china. Mike's amber gaze looked hungrily at the plate as she sat down.

"Have I told you I love you?" she asked, taking a fork and starting to dig in…

Only for her mother to whack her on the head with a wooden spoon.

"Ow!" Mike whined, "What was that for!?"

"Hands missy," Anna chastised, "It'll still be here when you get back,"

Mike gave a dramatic sigh, but got up and walked to the bathroom. Anna heard the sink going for a little bit before turning off and her daughter came back into the kitchen. The sixteen year old was just getting ready to set down…when there was a knock at the door.

"You expecting someone?" Mike asked.

Anna shook her head as Mike walked to the door and opened it…just to see a brunette woman with violet eyes standing on the stoop.

"M-Mike?" the woman breathed, looking incredulously at the girl.

"Do I know you?" Mike asked, "And how do you…"

She froze, mentally de-aging the woman ten years…and she gasped.

"Mrs. Harper!" Mike sputtered, "C-Come in…please…"

Matt and Amanda's mother walked in, Mike following.

"Mikayla…who was it?" Anna asked, coming into the hall, "I…"

She froze as she saw the other woman, her hands clasping in front of her mouth.

"Jill?" Anna whispered, making Matt and Amanda's mother smiled sadly.

"It's good to see you again, Anna," Mrs. Harper smiled gently as Anna embraced the other woman, "I'm sorry to intrude. I heard that someone had moved in to this building, I just never had the chance to say hi,"

"How are you, Jill?" Anna asked, "How's Sara?"

"She's fine," the other woman said, "Still grieving…we all are…but I've got two grandbabies now. Sara named them after her siblings,"

Mike closed her eyes, awkwardly scuffing her shoe on the wood floor. Here she stood, the lone survivor of an event that robbed not one but two children from the woman in front of her. Mrs. Harper seemed to sense this and turned to Mike, putting a gentle hand on Mike's shoulder.

"Don't beat yourself up about it, Mike," she told her, "I do wish that Matt and Amanda were still here, but I don't regret that you're still here,"

Mike gave a faint smile and bowed her head. The truth was that those children were still here…just not in the way they expected.

"Mikayla…you should get to school, you're going to be late," Anna told her.

"Right…I'll um…see you later, Mrs. Harper,"

"It was nice to see you, Mike," Mrs. Harper smiled, squeezing Mike's shoulder.

Anna turned to her friend as the door shut behind her daughter.

"Why don't you come into the dining room?" Anna suggested, "Give us some time to talk,"

The other woman nodded and sat down at the table.

"How has everything been, Anna?" Mrs. Harper asked.

"Fine for me," Anna replied, "Mikayla still has nightmares every night, but lately they've been getting less…nightmarish. It might be due to the fact that she hardly sleeps at all,"

"Oh? Anna…that's not healthy," Mrs. Harper said, "Do you know what's causing it?"

"Mikayla recently got a job," Anna nodded, "She's…working the night shift as a security guard,"

"Anyplace I know?"

Anna gave a grim smile as she took a sip of her coffee.

"We all do," she replied, "You, me, Garret, and Chris. We know this place painfully well,"

Mrs. Harper's eyes darkened.

"You let her work there!?" she demanded, "Anna…that's where they died!"

"Jill, we don't know if they're dead," Anna tried to placate her friend, "They never found the bodies,"

"Your daughter said they died,"

"I know…but there's the possibility that they just went into shock from blood loss," Anna explained, "Maybe…our children are alive?"

"Anna, it's been ten years," Mrs. Harper sighed.

"I know," Anna nodded, "And if they're still alive…I want to find them,"

Mrs. Harper gave a sigh and stood up.

"It was good seeing you again, Anna," she told her, "I'll see you this afternoon. Maybe I can give you something to help with your search…I'll talk to Chris, see if he's got something of Sam's that would help,"

"Thank you, Jill," Anna smiled, "I won't give up unless I find them, or their bodies. Even if it takes the rest of my life,"

"I hope you find them," Mrs. Harper told her, "What I wouldn't give to hold my little bird and my baby bear again,"

"I guess it's my turn to sleep," Matt yawned, leaning back in the chair backstage as Robby smirked.

"Don't let your sister see you do that," he chuckled, "You know how she is with chairs and not being on four legs,"

"She'll live,"

"Um…Matt…might want to rephrase that," Robby grinned.

The younger spirit's electric blue eyes cracked open and Robby could almost see the gears turning…and then Matt burst into a smile.

"Ha, funny," he smiled, "I'm tired, Robby…and I'm nursing a headache given by a certain Bunny Boy and Mandy's favorite frying pan,"

"You want me to stay with you?" Robby asked, "Just in case…it…happens?"

Matt's bright blue eyes turned a darker shade, almost matching the color they were when he was alive.

"…Yeah," he murmured, not liking remembering what happened a few years ago…he'd nearly hurt Amanda that day.

Robby gave a gentle smile and patted Matt's shoulder as the younger spirit closed his eyes, letting sleep take him. The older spirit took out the book that one of the patrons had left and started reading. Every once and a while, Robby would look up at his friend, just to make sure that he was ok. So far…Matt was peacefully asleep…

CRASH!

Robby jumped out of his seat, looking worriedly at Matt…but the spirit still slept.

"You sleep like a rock," Robby muttered, shaking his head incredulously as he opened the door and looked outside…just to see Sam and Amanda chasing each other around the room.

"I'M GOING TO GET YOU FOR BREAKING MY FRYING PAN!" Amanda yelled, picking up a party hat and hurling it at Sam…who dodged out of the way easily.

"It was half broke anyway!" Sam yelled back, dodging as Amanda lunged at him.

Robby shook his head and turned back to Matt…wincing as shadows danced around the younger spirit like smoke.

"Guys!" Robby hissed, trying to get the two warring spirits' attention, "Matt's sleeping! Quiet down!"

But the two other spirits didn't hear him, both still chasing each other around the room…until a faint click got their attention. The door started opening and Robby shot forwards, grabbing Amanda and dragging her into the back room while Sam disappeared and reappeared inside the room. The three conscious spirits looked through a crack in the door, seeing the second Night Guard come in…Scott.

Matt gave a low groan from behind them, the three spirits turned to their friend, just to see shadows dancing wildly around him, even staining his clothes the same dark black.

"Matt…" Amanda whispered softly, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Easy…it's ok…"

"Get up…" Matt pleaded, eyes still closed, "Please get up…"

"Matt!"

"I know you four are there!" came a voice from outside, "It's no use hiding…I know you're still here!"

The three spirits peeked out the door again, seeing the Night Guard standing with his arms crossed in the west hallway.

"You don't remember me do you?" he chuckled, "Did I really leave that little of an impression on you?"

"What's he talking about?" Sam asked, to which Robby shrugged.

"But then again…" Scott smirked as he came into the office, "It's been ten years,"

"He…killed me…" Matt's low rumbling growl started up as the shadows darkened, "He…came back…Our killer…is…here…"

The three spirits stared at Matt as he started shaking.

"But that's not why I'm here, little brats," Scott sighed, "How hard is it to kill one guard? A sixteen year old!?"

"You…" the spirits gasped as Matt's growl escalated.

"He…will…" the sleeping spirit snarled.

The spirit's eyes snapped open, dark black just like the rest of his shadow-covered form.

"Die,"

The four spirits looked at the camera, having heard the light click that signaled it being turned on. Four pairs of black eyes glared at the camera right as the clock struck midnight and all four spirits burst into smoke, being drawn into the animatronics.

"He wants to kill Mike," Robby growled, clenching his paw as the pain faded, "I can't let him. This time, he won't get away,"

The eldest spirit came out of the Cove, jumping down from its stage and looking at the show stage. All three of his friends looked back at him with the same rage-filled and vengeance-thirsting obsidian glares, pinpoints of crimson, violet, and electric blue blazing in the darkness. Matt's black form loomed threateningly over them, Sam's own form had been stained black…something Robby had seen maybe once or twice before. Lightning flickered around Amanda's feathers, painting her with an unearthly hue to contrast her brother's shadow. The four spirits turned towards the office.

They had to end him. They hated that they had to do it…but he would kill the fifth of their number if they let him live.

"There you four are," Scott muttered, looking at the backstage camera, seeing four indistinct, watery shapes in the feed.

Four pairs of black and colored eyes glared hatefully at the camera before bursting into smoke and being whisked out of the room.

He had to admit…ticking off four ghosts was probably not the smartest idea. He regretted it now…but he had been frustrated and angry. It took him only a year to track down Mike, and he'd kept tabs on her…hoping that she'd come back here within his reach. Now she finally was. That first night she'd come, she looked like she'd recognized him, but thank his lucky stars that she didn't. He was human, they weren't…technically speaking, the spirits should be able to kill the girl. But no! The girl survived…night after night after night.

Scott looked at the feeds, seeing that all of them were gone. Scott slammed both doors down after hearing Matt's laugh. The murderer gave a low growl and picked up the phone, setting the time that Miss Schmidt would get the call and hit record.

"Hello, hello?" he started, swallowing, "Hey! Hey, wow, another night. I knew you could do it. Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow…"

Three loud bangs crashed down on the door, causing it to shake slightly. A new sound joined it, a scratching, squealing sound of metal being dragged down metal.

"That girl's brother…" Scott thought as a low growl filtered into the room.

"It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you," he stammered, clearing his throat, "uh, when I did,"

More banging, the door started to tremble under the force, making Scott's heart leap into his throat.

"Uh, hey, do me a favor," he started.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room?"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad," Scott started, licking his lips, as he saw the power meter dropping drastically.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there…"

The power went out…or at least it looked that way. The doors sprang open and shadows poured into the room. A soft, sweet melody played, making Scott's blood run cold. How was it that such a sweet tune could mean something so dark?

"You know..." Scott started…right as a thin, ragged, raspy moan caught his attention, "oh, no…"

Something grabbed his shoulder and spun him around…forcing him to face four very ticked off spirits.

"Someone is breaking the rules," Robby growled, lifting Scott high off the ground, his hook caught in the murderer's shirt.

"Don't worry," Amanda replied with a overly-sweet tone, "We'll throw a big party for him…"

"But formal attire's required to come…" Sam added, his black gaze heated as his voice echoed slightly.

"And you've got some skin that needs removing before we start it," Matt's dark, echoing baritone finished.

"The thing with family…" Robby growled, "You don't mess with it. You will never hurt Mike. You will not be able to hurt anyone ever again…"

Scott wrenched himself out of Robby's grip, tearing his shirt in the process while the four spirits shrieked. The man ran out of the room, drunkenly stumbling towards the exit. Something sharp caught his arm, slicing open a long gash from Scott's forearm to his shoulder. Scott screamed, taking out the long, wooden-handled knife and driving it into the shoulder of his attacker.

Robby shrieked in pain and in rage as Scott used the distraction to run out of the exit door. He wasn't coming back…that was for sure.

At least…not for a while.

Lesson of the Day: Don't tick off the spirits and don't threaten their fifth member. I kept Scott alive because I have something...special...planned for him (well, the creator of the game did...but anyway...). I wanted to show a different side of the spirits, the vengeful, dark side that is in all of them...no matter how much they hate it. It's not pleasant, but it is the darkness that lies in every human being. Next up...Mike walks in that next morning...and sees the aftermath of the spirits' rampage.

I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)

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Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.