Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I wasn't Scott Cawthon. So I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's.

Ring! Ring!

I picked up the phone as I sat at my desk, looking through some papers.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey boss. It's been a while." My blood ran cold at the sound of the voice.

"You?! How did…why are you…?!"

"We have a problem, Fazbirch." The voice on the other end of the line was angry. "A problem named Mike Schmidt. He's annoyingly hard to get rid of. AND he's got help."

"Help?" I blinked in surprise.

"One of those things has been helping him." My former employee said. "Good ol' Captain Foxy himself."

"F-Foxy?" I tried to keep my voice from shaking, to no avail.

"Yes." The other man's voice was calm. "Now then, here's what I want you to do. I left a little…present…for you out on your front porch. In a little while when you go to work, I want you to make a stop at Pirate's Cove. Put it in Foxy. If everything plays out as I'm expecting…"

"What are you planning, you madman?!" I spat. "What are you going to do to Foxy?! And to Schmidt?!"

"Me?" He laughed. "I'M not going to do anything-you are. Unless, of course, you want news to leak out about that little incident that happened in '83…"

"That was an accident." I growled. "There was nothing I could've…!"

"Stop making excuses!" He spat. I could practically see him glaring as he said "You know as well as I do that this has gone on long enough, Fazbirch."

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice choked. There was silence for a long time, then he answered

"The same thing I've always wanted. If you're still having trouble, well, just think of your little niece." My eyes widened.

Images of a little blonde girl with freckles and bright blue eyes went through my mind all of a sudden. Hope. My dear little Hope, whose parents had died in a car crash when she was only two, and who I'd raised almost like my own daughter.

"Alright." I answered, defeated. "I'll do it."

"I knew you would." I heard the smile in his voice. And with that, he hung up.

That was how, about fifteen minutes later, I was at Freddy Fazbear's, clutching the chip in my hand as I left my car, letting out a shaky breath at what I had to do. I was always the first to work, but still, better safe than sorry. I took the back door, going inside and walking around the stage, where Freddy and his friends were, and making my way to Pirates' Cove. I could feel my heart beating harder as I caught the sight of the purple curtains. I still remembered the day of the Bite. It had been a real shame to shut Pirates' Cove down, but after what happened, how could I not? All the same…these robots-they were like my children. Even now, it felt like I had put one of my children in a permanent time-out. But it was better than just destroying them. They were really all I had now, after losing my niece.

I clutched the chip tighter in my hands as I peeked inside Pirates' Cove. There was Foxy, sitting slumped against the wall, as always. But, wait. No.

There, right above him, was…no. It was impossible. Floating above him was a specter that looked almost like…like that Ian boy. Hope's friend, who she'd been really close to. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I must've been seeing things. I mean, I knew that he had disappeared along with Hope and those twins, but…

I opened my eyes. The spectral boy was gone. Gathering my courage, I walked up to the pirate and opened a hatch on the back of his head, putting the chip in. I had no idea what this thing was going to do to him, or what it meant for Schmidt. But that maniac had me in a tight spot. I didn't have a choice. I sighed as I looked at Foxy and thought back to the little redhead, and how Hope had told me how Foxy was his favorite.

"Forgive me." I whispered before walking out, unsure who exactly I was talking to.

A/N: Short chapter is short :P But still, it was an important. Now you know a couple things-like how Mr. Fazbirch is Hope's uncle, and that he's NOT the killer, but the real killer's got him on a short leash. You know what will make me write the next chapter faster? If you leave me some reviews. Thanks.