The following morning, Mike drove to see Lori, in hopes of reassurance. He walked in and was instantly greeted with a hug from the psychic. "How are you doing?" she asked cheerfully, then saw his serious expression. She sighed, "I knew Jarvis was gonna tell you…" she turned around and sat down on a bean-bag chair, "Go ahead and sit…" she pinched the bridge of her nose under her glasses.

Mike plopped himself down onto one of the cushions lying in the lobby, "So you know why I'm here?" he asked.

She just looked at him, "I've been getting migraines lately, so I do… but- just go ahead and ask me. I'll answer to the best of my ability."

Mike nodded, "If I keep working at Fazbear's Fright, will it kill me?" he asked sincerely.

"No, it will not." She answered without hesitation.

"Okay- will it almost kill me?" he asked.

"No-" she looked up in thought, "T-that answer wasn't clear." She grabbed her head, "I-I can't do this today… I'm sorry, Mikey…"

"What did you tell Jarvis and Rhythmi?" he asked, "You can at least tell me that, right?"

She managed a smile and chuckled, "You're just like Jeremy, you know that?"

Mike smirked, "I've been told that."

She massaged her temples for a moment, "Jarvis and Rhythmi… they came in here to figure out why Rhythmi would black out. After I figured it out, I told them that I was worried about this job of yours. You're gonna be okay- but I see bad things happening because of this…" she looked at him nervously. "And I don't know what it is…"

Mike watched her for a while. Jeremy knew Lori for a long time. Lori was almost like an Aunt to Mike and was often called that when she came to visit. He couldn't be mad at her. He leaned forward and gave her a hug, "Don't sweat it, okay?" he let her go, "Get some rest." He stood up, going to the door and flipping the 'open' sign, showing the outside that the shop was closed. "Everything will be okay, Lori, alright?"

She closed her eyes and nodded. "Be careful tonight, okay, Mike? You should know, that Springtrap doesn't play by the rules…" she said.

"I know." Mike nodded and left the shop, going back out to the Impala and taking a seat inside. He took a deep breath. "She's right though…" he rested his arms on the steering wheel and rested his head on his arms. He shook his head and sat back up, backing out of his parking space and driving home. He checked the dashboard for the time and felt bed for waking up Stella so early so she can keep an eye on Mangle. He felt bad for leaving her with Mangle in general. He pulled up to the house and took a second to get out of the car, thinking about the hallucinations he had while he was working. He remembered the ay Foxy looked. His temples began to hurt, starting a headache that was going to linger for a while. He shook the image away and went inside, "Stella? I'm home!" he called, picking up the habit of announcing his arrival from Jeremy, even if it was to the cat.

Stella immediately rushed over and hid behind Mike, "Mikey?"

"What's wrong?" he turned around to look at her.

"That robot… it just keeps staring at me. And Star is terrified of it." She said, "It keeps climbing the walls."

"Mangle does that." Mike said, "She's not going to hurt you, she's just lonely and wants a friend."

Mangle scuttled into the room, "Mike!" she cheered and nuzzled his hand. "I want to hold the furry thing, but it won't let me." She looked back to the kitchen sadly. Stella held onto Mike's shoulders and whimpered.

"He's scared." Mike said simply, "You're easy ten times his size. But he'll have to get used to you." He said, then pulled Stella out from behind him, "Stella, say hi to Mangle."

"Its name is Mangle?" she asked, still looking unsure at the broken animatronic.

"Her name, yes, is Mangle. She was so popular with the kids that they took her apart and put her back together."

"Mike?"

"Yes?"

"I'm scared."

Mangle lowered herself to the ground submissively, "I'm sorry…" she said sadly, "I just wanted to play…"

"Look, you hurt the fox's feelings." Mike said jokingly.

"Michael, can I talk to you alone please?" Stella turned around to face him.

Mike's smirk faded, "Okay." He leaned over to look at Mangle passed Stella's shoulder, "Mangle, go back in the kitchen, okay? We'll play later."

"Okay!" Mangle got up and scurried away.

Mike looked down at Stella and was given a look that indicated that he was in trouble, "What?"

"Isn't that one of the things that tried to kill your dad at his last job?" she asked, "One of the things trying to kill you at this one?"

"She probably hurt my dad once. Ever. That I can think of. And that was because her AI was reset, but fortunately her programming was always a little faulty."

"A little faulty? Who's to say she won't try to kill us in our sleep? Who's to say she won't turn evil and try to bite our-" she froze and stopped herself for a moment.

Mike crossed his arms and rose an eyebrow, ignoring the headache rising intensity. "Bite our what exactly?"

She sank, "N-nothing."

Mike sighed, "Mangle isn't going to hurt us. She's never hurt me and if she had ever hurt my dad or anyone else, she felt awful for it and avoided them so she wouldn't hurt them again." He explained, "She's not a bad animatronic."

Stella nodded and looked down, having glanced at his hat one too many times.

"She isn't going anywhere. I brought her home for Dad, because I know she was his friend." He stated, "Just- try to be nice to her? Try getting along? Believe it or not, but she has feelings too."

"Mike, she's a robot, she-"

"I'm gonna stop you there." He held a hand out to stop her from speaking, "That's bullshit." He said, "You remember how I was in school. Top of the class, practically a genius, right?"

"Yes…" she agreed.

"Everyone thought the opposite of me because of my head." He said.

She thought for a while, avoiding eye contact with him. "Fine…" she sighed and closed her eyes. "I'll try." She took a deep breath, "She just wants to play?" she started back for the kitchen.

Jeremy sat in the corner of the cafeteria, folding sheets of paper into birds and other animals quietly. He sat at the table and ignored the one other person that sat with him, his cellmate, Robert. He sat quietly, remembering when Mike was thirteen, he had a fascination of origami and would come home every other day with another paper swan, or even a dragon.

Robert took another bite of his mashed potatoes and continued to watch Jeremy fold his eighth swan. "Are you even going to eat?" he asked.

"Not hungry…" Jeremy nudged his tray over to him, "You can have it." He said, knowing Robert always wished he could have seconds to feed his massive appetite.

Robert reluctantly took the tray. "You're looking worse there buddy." He said, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Jeremy recovered his balance from leaning too far to the right. "I think I might be sick…" he said, "Olivia gave the medics some money for treatment, but I told her to hang onto it for Mike's services…" he said solemnly.

"It wasn't from the funeral money, was it?"

"No, she said it was her money…" Jeremy said, "Apparently. I'm amazed she had money left over after her trip with-" he jerked forward and began coughing.

"Hey, freak!" a man from another table barked.

Jeremy glared at the owner of the voice.

"Show us that thing with your eyes!"

Robert glared at the man, "Fuck off, Rick!" he growled.

"Or what? You'll kick my ass and protect for wife from me?" Rick chuckled. "Make me, Collins!" the man laughed.

Robert rolled his eyes and looked back at Jeremy, "Ignore him. He's just stupid." He said, watching Jeremy massage his head, "You gonna be alright?"

"Only if Rick shuts the hell up."

"Yo, Fitzgerald! What kind of sick, twisted, and fucked-up do you have to be in order to kill your own son?"

Jeremy's eyes went black as he charged at the neighboring table. Robert jumped up and wrapped his arms around Jeremy, keeping him from going much farther. "Jeremy! Stop! He's not worth your time!" he growled and pulled Jeremy away as the man flailed and kicked around.

"Don't talk about my kid like that!? How dare you think I'd even hurt him!" Jeremy roared, "Robert! Put me down!" he snarled.

"Jeremy! Calm down! This would be your last straw! They're gonna put you in solitary confinement!" he said, tightening his grip on the man.

Rick and his company had jumped up from their table and was laughing at this point.

Jeremy growled and sent his head back, hitting Robert's nose and forcing him to drop him. As Robert stumbled back to recover and nurse his nose, Jeremy charged at Rick and punched him, sending him to the ground. He then pinned Rick down and continued to punch him until his knuckles bled. A circle began to form around them, then shortly after, guards had run in to separate the two.

"What the hell is going on?!" one of them barked.

"I'd never hurt my son!" Jeremy yelled, on the verge of tears, "I didn't kill him!" he screamed, "I couldn't protect him!" his actions became sluggish, "I- I…" his eyes changed back to green and drifted closed.

Robert wiped the blood off of his face and watched them carry away Jeremy and drag Rick to his cell. He followed the guards carrying Jeremy, "Rick provoked him. J-Jeremy lost control."

"We get it, just go back to the cafeteria." One of the guards replied.

"Holy shit- is he bleeding?" the other guard asked.

Robert looked down at Jeremy's back, finding a small blood spot. He sighed and looked down, "He was hurt before he got here. He had it quickly patched up, but didn't get it properly taken care of…" he informed them. "He's never told anyone about it but me."

**I kinda just spouted random crap for this chapter- But- I guess it needed to be covered? I dunno, not too thrilled about this chapter. Lemme know what you guys think. Been mentally weird lately, so… yeah…**