A/N: So, I went back and reread some chapters of Poor Little Souls and came to a discovery-I actually did pretty damn good. I mean, I know like it sounds like I'm just tooting my own horn here, but I've just been having some serious doubts about myself and my writing prowess for a while now, especially about this story. I've got a confession to make-originally I wasn't going to write a sequel at all. But people were enjoying PLS so much, and I was having so much fun writing it, that I decided to do a sequel based on FNAF 3. Though I can't help but feel like that was my undoing in some ways-like with graduation coming up along with writing this back-to-back with my own original story that my creativity is dying a little, and I'm going to go stale as a writer :( Though I do plan to take a break when finals come up.

Well now, that that's out of the way, I wanted to give a shout-out to Lollypop191. I'm really glad you liked PLS and hope you continue to enjoy A Place for Him. And to answer your question, Ian and Hope can become solid at times, which is how they can fight Springtrap. Well then, on to the next chapter, which is set from Mike's POV.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own imagination

The strangest and most horrifying day of my life started out when I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I opened the medicine cabinet to get my toothbrush, then closed it, only to see that my reflection had changed. By which I mean-it wasn't MY reflection at all.

The man in the mirror was blond and built like a linebacker, with sinister gray eyes.

Jeremy.

I blinked, and my reflection was back to normal. What had just happened? Was I seeing things? Before I could question myself further, I heard my cell phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Bad news, Mike." It was Mrs. Hatchett, the secretary at Proctor Elementary School. "There was a gas leak at school."

"What?" I said, concerned. "Was there a fire? Did anyone get hurt?"

"No, but the school is going to be closed for a few days." She informed me. "You won't need to come to work until then."

"Well, okay." I said.

"You okay there, Mike?" Mrs. Hatchett asked, sounding concerned.

"Huh?" I blinked. "Yeah-I'm fine."

"You sure? You sound kinda nervous. Like you've seen a ghost."

It took me a good five seconds to answer her.

Things got better, however, when I saw Summer alive and safe in the kitchen, making coffee.

"Summer…" I ran up, throwing my arms around her.

"Oh Mike," She hugged me back, and I couldn't help but notice how sad and tired she looked. "You were right-about everything. You and the kids both." I looked at her in surprise.

"The kids?"

Before Summer could say anything, I heard a knock at the door, and frowned a little.

"What…?" Letting go of Summer, I walked over and opened the door. There was no one there. I started to walk back inside…until I looked down, and my heart stopped.

"Mike? Mike, who is it? What's wrong?"

"…he knows."

"What?" I could hear the worry in Summer's voice as she walked over, and slowly turned around to show her what had been left on our doorstep. A purple shirt.

"He knows where I live, Summer. Where we live."

"Jer…Springtrap?" Her face was even whiter than usual. I nodded.

"I don't know how he did it, but…"

"Um, Mike?" Summer said, interrupting me. "What are you holding?" I started to ask her what she was talking about, but stopped when I realized that I felt nothing but air under my fingers. I looked down, and the shirt was gone. My eyes widened

"How? But I was just…"

Summer sighed.

"I think this whole thing is starting to get to both of us." She put a hand on my shoulder. "Since it looks like neither of us is going to work today, I figure I might as well tell you everything…"

I've never drank before. Even after I turned 21 and one of my classmates from college took me out to a bar, I took one sip of beer. It tasted horrible, so I just choked it down to be polite and never touched alcohol again after that. I just didn't have a taste for it.

But after the morning I'd had, I felt like I could use something strong to drown everything out. Not only was my old foe back and after my wife, but my kids were actually the reincarnated souls of their namesakes, and turned into phantom versions of the animatronics every night when they fell asleep.

No, Mike. I scolded myself. This is NOT a time to go out and get shitfaced. Your family needs you.

I was suddenly drawn out of my thoughts by a figure standing nearby at a flower stand. A figure with familiar blond hair…who was holding violets…

I whipped around suddenly. No. Not Jeremy. A different, younger man who was wearing white.

"Hello, Mikey." I spun around.

No one was there.

I shook my head. I was beginning to see and hear Jeremy everywhere. This was crazy. Or was I crazy? I couldn't even tell what was real and what wasn't anymore! Clutching my cloth shopping bags tighter in my hands, I hurried back to my car, wanting nothing more than to drive back home as quick as possible so I could crawl into bed, sleep for a million years, and then hopefully wake up back in the real world. Where all the craziness and monsters were gone, and things made sense again.

After putting my groceries in the back of my car, I climbed into the front, put my keys in the ignition, and turned. I ignored the flash of purple outside my window and just drove.

Of course, my car ran out of gas when I was still twenty minutes from home. I swore under my breath.

"Hey, pal? Need some help there?" I turned around, seeing an older, heavyset guy with a long white beard and blue jumpsuit and yellow hat. He looked like Santa Claus, if Santa was a mechanic.

"My gas station's right over there." The guy said, pointing. "I can help you get set up."

"Th-that would mean a lot." I said. "Thanks."

"No problem." The man smiled at me. "Name's Paul. You just wait here, I'll get you some oil." He smiled, and I noticed that he was missing a few teeth. Paul waddled off to get the oil, and I looked up at the sky, trying to calm myself down.

It's okay, Mike. Summer FINALLY learned her lesson, and said that she wasn't going back to Fazbear's Frights. And neither will the kids. We're all going to be okay.

At that moment, Paul came back, grinning a big, toothless grin.

"Alrighty, then. Let's just fuel you up and…" He didn't finish. Paul dropped the gasoline, a pained look crossing his face. Was he having a heart attack? I had no idea how to treat heart attacks, and I was worried.

"Paul?" I stepped forward, and Paul just groaned, closing his eyes and grabbing his head. So it wasn't a heart attack? Still, he was in some kind of trouble. "Paul…?"

A smile suddenly crossed his face.

"Sorry. I'm afraid 'Paul' can't hear you now."

My breath caught in my throat. It had been seven years-but I still knew that voice anywhere. Paul straightened his body up and turned to me. As I watched, his skin slowly started to turn purple. Paul's smile curved up in a malicious smirk and he opened his eyes, which were now pitch black, with only two small white pinpricks for pupils.

"Hello, Mike." Jeremy's voice said. "It's been far too long…"

A/N: So...surprise! Jeremy can leave Springtrap, and Fazbear's Frights, for short periods of time. And he can possess people. Yeah, I figure that Jeremy would be more powerful than the kids were in the first story since a) he's an adult and b) he's willingly possessing his animatronic body, and not trapped in it like how they were trapped in their animatronics by Melody.

And now he's going to mentally torture Mike. Ooh...this is going to be fun...

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