Hello, hello everyone! New update and there are going to be a few more this upcoming week due to me having a break from College! More chances to write and add more to the story, as well as the Intermission part of the Story. Anyways hope you all enjoy this new chapter and please Review! I really love to read them!

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Maxwell was confused nearly the entire drive to Jeremy's home. Sure the old night guard let him stay with him when he went through his temporary separation with his wife and kids for about two years, and sure they worked together quite a bit on the day shift till he started working the night shift… but for the life of him he couldn't figure out just how the hell Jeremy got a good car and a two story house… or why he smelled like a garden.

"Alright Max, make yourself at home. If you need anything just holler I'll be upstairs," Jeremy said before hobbling up the stairs, causing Maxwell to frown.

"Doesn't your leg still bother you with stairs?"

"Doc says it's fine. Besides I have a railing for incase it does act up!"

"I think you're missing the point…"

"Hey if I'm gonna break my leg again at least it'll be in the comfort of my own home and away from a murderous fox."

"... Maybe you could have gotten a… Peg leg out of the next time?"

"... Max… buddy leave the puns to me, that one was just painful."

Night came rather quick and Max had a lot of questions for Jeremy, but the biggest one was… what the hell happened to him? He tried to remember last night but nothing came to him… he also tried to remember when he had to wear medical tape on his legs (and surprisingly on his hands as well) and when he got an extra large sized hoodie…. and also why his whole body just felt… weird. First off he quickly realized he didn't feel hungry, even when Jeremy asked him and when he offered some home cooked steak… honestly he was just surprised Jeremy could afford a good brand. The next thing was that he didn't feel the need to sleep… even if he did Max was sure he would have been wide awake trying to figure out just what happened last night to get himself stuck in the safe room.

"Hey Jeremy…."

"What's up?"

"Do you know… what happened to me last night?" Max was quick to notice that the old guard stopped… and now that he thought about it Jeremy looked… older as well. He didn't really notice it at first but now that he thinks about it, Jeremy had a few more grey hairs on his head and a few wrinkles had appeared here and there on his friend's face.

"Max… are you sure you want to know?"

"Yeah…. I really do."

Jeremy shifted a little on his feet before sighing and sitting down, motioning for Max to sit as well. Maxwell did and leaned in a bit expectantly as Jeremy rubbed a hand through his hair.

"Max… do you believe in ghosts?"

A few hours later back at the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, Freddy, himself, glared a little at the camera for the main stage as the red light glowed in the darkness. Chica kept a comforting hand on his shoulder, as Bonnie started to get a little antsy in his spot. It was a new night and a new night guard for them. Bonnie really just wanted to get the night guard to leave… he wanted Mike back in that office instead of a stranger each night. Freddy and Chica, though they wouldn't admit to it right away… also kind of missed having Mike around. He was one of the first night guards before the murderer that had ended up staying the longest and after he left… well every night just felt wrong without him there.

"Bonnie, if you want to go, now's your chance," Freddy said right as the light cut out. Soon after the words left his mouth, Bonnie hurried off from the stage to try and get to the night guard.

"He's not going to kill the guard you know…" Chica sighed, gazing off into the darkness of the Pizzeria she called her home.

"He might, he might not… We can't say for sure on this one," Freddy responded only for the two to pause once again when the red light came back on the camera. When the light went off the two relaxed a little.

"I'm going off next, are you going to be okay on your own?" Chica asked, knowing how Freddy doesn't like to be alone for too long… especially in the dark.

"I'll be fine… really I will," Freddy answered, Chica didn't seem too convinced but nodded and went off to the guard's room down her respected hallway leaving the brown animatronic alone. Freddy sighed and wrapped his arms around himself, grasping at both elbows as he began to quietly countdown from ten. Once he was done with that he escaped back into his own mind to keep himself occupied and ignore the fact he was alone once again.

Bonnie's probably over in the supply room by now… if he is beating around the bush, if not he's probably in the hallway leading to Pirate's cove. Chica just left so she'd be in the party room, that's not to far so it's good. From how many times the light has come on by now the guard is checking the cameras at least every five minutes, leaving the perfect time to move around the sixth minute interval. Funny… this reminds me of when the owner would bring his own son here, and we'd play red light green light and have to find the patterns in it or ways around the "red light"... Freddy stopped his train of thought there and shook his head a little… after all he still felt terrible about not being able to save the son from the Murderer the day of one of the biggest birthday parties they had way back in 1986…

Dad was so heartbroken that day… Wait… dad? Freddy stopped when the misplaced words of "Dad" came across his mind. He didn't know just what caused that to pop up into his mind… but it almost felt… right to call the owner of the first Fazbear's pizza "dad" but… just thinking about it made his head hurt. It was almost as if something in his own mind was preventing him from remembering … something, he wasn't sure what but it was starting to bug him.

What the hell is going on?

Meanwhile at Mike's home, Mike was at a loss for words on what to say. Here before him was a spirit… a spirit of a child trapped in a machine… and the machines that had tried to kill him… had killed multiple other guards before him… were all spirits of murdered children. The puppet… no Lewis, was sitting in front of him… a small smile crossing his face as an idea seemed to come to him.

"Hey Mike… can I make a request?"

"Uh…. s-sure what?"

"Why don't you come back to work as a Night Guard again?"