"Uh, hello," a voice called out.

"Yes?" I answered.

"Are you haunted?" Eli asked me.

"Yes, yes I am," I replied.

"Who are you?" he asked me.

"My name is Catherine Willows or as my friends call me Keon, my younger sister, Natalie or Neon is the new Foxy, Ben is the old Foxy and there are five other ghosts who roam these halls, the original victims," I told him.

"Keon, is that really you?" Billy asked me.

"It's me," I told him.

"No, no that's not true that's impossible," he sobbed.

"Shh, it's Ok, Bonnie, Foxy and Vix are my new family now," I told him as I knelt and told him the truth.

"But, but why?" he asked me, his eyes filled with tears.

"The purple man, he did this," I told him.

"Why?" he asked me.

"Gather 'round for a true ghost story," Foxy said as the rest of us sat down at the nearest table, "join us for a tale will ye?"

Foxy's Pov

"It all started with Max, he and his brother never truly got along and there were dire consequences, there they lie," I pointed to Fredbear, "Max," I pointed to the Marionette "and Alex."

"They've mended their ways and it's all in the past now, but it wasn't always that way, long ago, four years to be exact, Alex used to bully Max, that was until the Bite of '83, and Alex invited the wrath of his father, the purple man," thunder boomed.

"The guard, Vincent Malone was so overtaken with grief that he had killed his eldest son, but his revenge was far from over, he decided that he wouldn't rest until Ted," I pointed to Freddy, "James," I pointed to Bonnie, "and Sam, paid the ultimate price."

"Billy, I'm scared," Tommy shivered.

"Tommy, they're not really haunted, this is just a show," Billy reassured his brother, "we don''t have to hear this, it's probably not even true."

"Believe what you will, I'm not here to spoil the night for ye," I told them with sadness in my voice.

"Billy, let's go back, please, I'm scared," Tommy said with tears in his eyes.

"Alright, Tommy, alright, let's go back," Billy sighed.

"NO, wait I have an idea," I told them, "instead of a ghost tale, how about a song?"

"That sounds good, what do you think Tommy?" Billy asked him.

"Ok, that sounds good," he said.

(Five nights at Freddy's by The living Tombstone)

We're waiting every night

To finally roam and invite

Newcomers to play with us

For many years we've been all alone

We're forced to be still and play

The same songs we've known since that day

An imposter took our life away

Now we're stuck here to decay

Please let us get in!

Don't lock us away!

We're not like what you're thinking

We're poor little souls

Before we've lost all control

And we're forced here to take that role

We've been all alone

Stuck in our little zone

Since 1987

Join us, be our friend

Or just be stuck and defend

After all you only got

Five nights at Freddy's

Is this where you want to be?

I just don't get it

Why do you want to stay?

Five nights at Freddy's

We're really quite surprised

We get to see you another night

You should have looked for another job

You should have said to this place good-bye

It's like there's so much more

Maybe you've been in this place before

We remember a face like yours

You seem acquainted with those doors

Please let us get in!

Don't lock us away!

We're not like what you're thinking

We're poor little souls

Who have lost all control

And we're forced here to take that role

We've been all alone

Stuck in our little zone

Since 1987

Join us, be our friend

Or just be stuck and defend

After all you only got

Five nights at Freddy's

Is this where you want to be

I just don't get it

Why do you want to stay

Five nights at Freddy's

Tommy, Billy, and Eli stared in shock as the truth dawned on them.

"So, it's true then, you really are haunted," Billy stared with his mouth agape.

"We need to go, now!" Eli yelled, frantic.

"Let's run!" Tommy yelled.

All three of them ran out of the kitchen and into the main hall into a very angry Vincent.

"So what to with you," I mused.

"Please don't kill us," Billy begged.

"Why would I do that?" I asked them.

"They, they said you were the killer," Billy said, afraid.

"I told you, they'd mess with you, but you didn't listen did you?" I grinned.

"Well, I guess so," Tommy said.

"I'm sorry if they scared you, I'm gonna have a chat with them," I told them.

"Could we please come with you?" Billy asked.

"Sure, come on," I instructed them.

"Ok, guys, what's the big idea, why were you trying to scare them?" I asked.

"What's the harm in tellin' a lil' ghost story?" Foxy asked.

"Look, I know you guys and girls hate me, but come on, this is a truce, which means no attacks on me period," I explained.

"Why shouldn't we attack you?" Bonnie asked, "you have a lot to answer for."

"Yeah, murderer," Chickadee said, "you took our lives away."

"I didn't kill you," I told them.

But the children saw through my lies.

"He's a killer!" Tommy yelled.

"Would a killer allow his next victims to meet the ghosts of his enemies?" I asked them.

"Well, now that you put it that way, maybe not," he said.

"Are you serious, Keon even told us this piece of trash did this," Billy yelled, "I mean come on."

"Why would I bring you here, of all places, think," I told them, "if I was a killer would I want to cover up my tracks or would I risk the truth being revealed?"

"I still don't believe you, you tricked us," Eli said.

"Look, you're taking the word of haunted robots, over the guy who said that he'd protect you, does that make sense?" I asked them.

They stared awkwardly at the floor, "I guess you're right."

"Of course I am, now come on, I've got some popcorn and candy waiting for you," I told them.

"Sure Ok, then," they told me.

"Follow me," I goaded them, I led them back to the office, sighing, I threw them off my track, the police wouldn't dare investigate me now.

The next day I handed the children over to Mr. Cartwright, hoping my gamble paid off, and it did.

Or so I thought, because I would have a lot to answer for the following week, and it all began with Jeremy Fitzgerald.