Author's note: Sorry for another chapter so soon… I just couldn't help myself q-q

2:00 AM ? Percent

Fritz stepped out of the left door, running down the hallway. Something was going on, just out of view of the right hall camera, and Fritz needed to go find out.

Fritz have been panicking, but this wasn't the first time he had left the office, and with all of the animatronics down for the count, Fritz was ready to help Mike.

He stopped dead in his tracks, green eyes scanning wildly as he sensed motion.

Scott stepped into the party room, and Fritz ran towards him.

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Scott leaned against the wall, head swimming as he made his way out of the bathroom hall.

He stepped around Chica.

Chica. The animatronic. Right... because he was at Freddy's.

He was at Freddy's and he needed to get somewhere safe.

Scott needed to get back to the office. He had to warn Mike and Fritz.

He… He had to warn them about the intruder…

Scott stepped in to the party room, and was almost immediately bowled over by Fritz.

"Oh my god, oh my god! You're alive!"

Scott would have collapsed right then and there, but was held up by Fritz's firm, relief and desperation fueled embrace.

"Uh…" The older man said, ever eloquent.

"All of the animatronics are destroyed! All of them! And… And! Just… Come with me!" Fritz continued his babbling, before stepping away and grabbing Scott's hand, yanking him roughly across the room and down the right hall.

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William sat up, coughing as the dust filled air swirled around him.

Mike straddled the purple man, knee pressed firmly into William's chest. He panted, flecks of paint catching in his cropped black hair, speckling his scalp like flakes of snow.

William kneed Mike in the chest, rolling out from under him, and grabbing the axe.

He swung, and the flat side hit Mike square in the ribs. The guard stumbled back, mouth opening and closing soundlessly as he crumpled to his knees, winded and in pain.

Fritz stepped into the doorway, supporting Scott's half conscious form. The redhead looked around, taking in the sight.

It was up to him now. It was up to him.

"S-stop! Give it up!" Fritz's voice shook.

William grinned, blood trickling from his mouth. "Or what? Are you gonna stop me? Kill me!?"

"No. But we will."

Five spectral children, black leaking from their eyes.

Fritz was frozen.

William's eyes widened in terror.

"I… I got rid of you! I got rid of all of you! You're dead! I watched you die! Watched the life drain out of your little beady eyes! I watched your blood stain the floor! I WATCHED YOU DIE! I WATCHED YOU DIE AND THEN I KILLED THOSE ROBOTS! I KILLED YOU ALL!"

"Oh my dear purple man." A soul with wavy brown hair and a bear-ear headband spoke. He spoke with a passion that rattled the purple man to his very core. "You did. And now we get to repay the favor."

"Come, children. Destroy him." The black and white sweater clad soul spoke calmly, malice seeping in to the last words as they floated forward.

The semi-circle of spirits advanced, and William looked around wildly for a hiding place, for some method of protection.

The original bun-bun suit lay discarded in the corner, grey and undefined from years and years of dust.

Perfect.

William laughed as he pulled himself into the suit with practiced ease. The spring locks clicked as he stood in the suit, pulling on the head.

Silver eyes staring though the eye holes, one unseeing, both twisted with hysteria. And William realized something.

"You can't get me! You can't hurt me! You can't hurt anything! Without your metal puppets, you can't touch me!" He turned to the puppet's soul. "You can't save them."

"But I can." Golden curls like a blazing halo around her head, Cassidy appeared. Her eyes held an inferno, inky tears evaporating on her skin, rising up as smoke.

"Do you remember me? Do you remember who I am, the way I screamed as you plunged that knife into my gut!? The way I pleaded for mercy!? DO YOU EVEN KNOW MY NAME?!"

She was screaming now, and her voice cut into William's very soul.

William, terrified again, shook his head mutely.

"ITS ME! CASSIDY!"

"IT'S ME"

Cassidy reached forward, stabbing her essence into William's heart, setting his body alight with agony, stealing the very breath from his lungs.

William shook as if in the thralls of a violent seizure, eyes wide and unseeing, muscles spasming and clenching.

Cassidy pulled away.

The spring locks activated with a sickening, bone shattering crunch, and a guttural scream erupted from previously frozen lips.

Blood ran through the fur and the dust, pooling on the floor as William writhed in the suit. Dropping to the floor, he continued to scream, mouth filling with blood, lungs punctured by his own ribs.

He fell still, and it was silent.

Puppet lunged forward, wrapping themselves around Cassidy in a tearful embrace. Cassidy hugged back, and their souls flickered together, silver and gold.

Patrick broke down, sobbing. Susie fell onto him, and Frederick pulled them all together in a hug, Mark joining in.

They shook and sobbed, joy and relief sweeping though the room.

"What… Who… Ghosts? He… who was he… What are you?" Fritz stuttered out, shivering violently.

Scott looked up at the spirits silently.

"…1985."

"What?" Mike managed, still clutching his ribs.

But Scott wasn't talking to him.

"1985, right?"

Puppet turned to stare at Scott, still embracing Cassidy. Their smile fell, translucent face turning somber.

"That's right… 1985… We're very sorry."

Mike spoke again. "What!?"

"It was our mistake. But we harbor no ill will towards you. At least, not me. We had no idea who was HIM and who wasn't. So we…"

Scott nodded slowly. "I always had my suspicions. But I never truly thought… I understand now." He gave a tired laugh, running his fingers through blood-matted hair, wincing as he brushed against the wound.

It was Patrick who spoke up. "What now?"

Puppet's face fell. "I… I'm not sure. I spent so long chasing after HIM I never…" They paused, looking up to the ceiling. "We… move on?"

"I don't think I can." Susie murmured.

"I'm scared Puppet…" Patrick.

"I want to see the outside again." Mark.

"I want to feel the sun." Frederick .

"I want to read another story." Patrick.

Puppet turned to Cassidy, waiting.

"It doesn't matter. I just want to be with my friends… With you."

It was silent again, as the spirits all agreed. All nodded. All understood.

Fritz spoke up. "S-somebody explain what just happened…"

"Do you want the long version… or?…" Puppet spoke again.

Scott, despite being held up by Fritz, slid to the floor. Mike looked at him quizzically. Scott turned to the other two guards.

"Get comfortable."

He turned to the spirits, eyes half lidded. "The long version. We've got four hours."

Author's note: One more chapter to go! Then, I'll start on the sequel. Reviews are appreciated more than you could ever imagine!