Hooray for writing sprees and weekends! I heard some boys at my school saying that they thought that Jeremy was a teenager, though I don't know where they got that idea. Since then, I've pictured him as one, too. Well, good luck to him. The kids would never hurt him, right? Well, *ominous clouds gather in the sky* accidents can happen.

Timmy, Katie, and Nathaniel watched the new guard wind up the new music that had been installed due to the previous guard's insistence that the puppet animatronic had somehow gotten out of its box and tried to attack him. The skeptical management had given in and added the music box to keep the puppet's box closed after the guard had threatened to sue the company. Then they had moved him to the day shift to avoid further trouble. A kid on summer break had been all too happy to fill the position of night watchman for a few bucks.

The three ghosts watched him adjust the "Hello my name is: Jeremy" name tag on his uniform and then lean back in his chair to try and get more comfortable. Nate frowned. "I've seen that guy before," he told his friends. "He was just a kid, though. And now… Well, I guess that's what six years will do." He watched the teen absentmindedly fiddle with his name tag some more. "It's just strange thinking that everything else moves on while we're still stuck here."

Katie bit her lip. "I'm afraid about how all the kids I used to know are going to get to grow up but I won't. I hope we get to the stars soon. Everything will be better up there, right?"

"Of course it will, Katie, and we'll get to leave soon. I know it," Timothy assured her, perfectly confident that his statement was true. Nate found himself staring at the ceiling to avoid making eye contact with the two children. Timothy noticed his unease. "Come on, you said it yourself. Everything is going to get better soon," he nudged his friend.

"Yeah, of course," Nate quickly replied. Watching this guard was doing no good to him. It was too much of a reminder that the kid who used to chase his friends around with a squirt gun had moved on with his life while Nate didn't have a life to move on with. Facing it was just too depressing. "Come on, guys," he tilted his head towards the exit. "We should let Jeremy do his work in peace."

"But he doesn't even notice we're here. Why do we have to leave?" complained Katie.

"Let's just go with Nate, Katie," Timmy came to his friend's defense. "He's right; it's rude for us to be here, even if nobody can see us." Katie grumbled a protest but took her brother's hand anyway. She watched Jeremy for another second and then sighed and turned away to go with her two friends. "We'll find something more fun than staring at a guy at a desk," Timothy promised.

Jeremy received another minute of peace (though he didn't notice any difference) before the rest of the children found him. Joey took a curious step forward. The guard continued to sit in boredom. Joey took another step forward. Just then, the desk's phone started ringing. Startled, Joey and Jeremy jumped back, Jeremy accidentally tilting the desk forward as he pushed the chair out to get off of it. The phone and camera monitors slid across the desk and Jeremy leapt into action to save them from falling off. With lightning speed found from his motivation to not have to show his employer a bunch of broken security equipment after only one day on the job, the monitor screen was rescued quickly. The phone was not so lucky. It gave one last ring for help before hitting the floor and going silent. The young guard said some words he wouldn't have said had he known that he was in the presence of a group of children and put the phone back on the desk. The kids watched him pace back and forth for a few minutes, trying to think of how he could explain this to his boss. Eventually, the unplugged cord caught his eye and to his immense relief, he caught the last few words of the recorded message. The phone unbroken, he sat back in his chair for a hopefully uneventful rest of the night.

"What do you think the guy on the phone said?" Suzy wondered out loud.

Her friends shrugged. "I heard one of the workers recording something during the day," Joey offered. "He was talking about some sort of problem with the new robots. But he kept saying that everything was actually ok, so that's good."

Suzy sighed in relief. "Good. I'd be really sad if something bad happened." She went back to watching Jeremy. After a moment, she frowned. "Hey, why is Bonnie walking off the stage? He didn't do that yesterday."

"The guy recording the message said something about that," remembered Joey. Jeremy still hadn't noticed what was happening on the monitor screen for the stage. "He said that Bonnie and Freddy and their friends were getting fixed during the day but something happened to them so they might try to walk around at night. He kept saying that that was ok, though. But then he started talking about how they might try to turn Jeremy into a robot. He said that there was nothing to worry about, though, so I guess everyone'll be fine."

Suzy didn't look convinced. She became even more nervous when Chica made her way off the stage, and she jumped along with Jeremy when he finally checked on the stage camera. Beginning to realize that this job wasn't going to be as easy as it had first seemed, the young guard sighed and picked up his flashlight, preparing to leave the safety of his brightly lit office. The four children followed behind him in a little group.

It was hard to say whether Jeremy found Freddy or if Freddy found Jeremy. At any rate, the night watchman found himself face to face with the robotic bear. They stared at each other for a moment before Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Listen, I don't care if you run the show during the day," he grumbled at Freddy, "but you're going to have to behave yourself at night." He grabbed the bear's paw to drag him back to the stage. Freddy had other plans. "Wha-?!" cried Jeremy as he found himself being the one getting dragged away. Officially terrified, he franticly struggled to get free. He sprinted into the parts and service room, the closest place that offered decent places to hide, not bothering to look back to see if Freddy had decided to give chase.

"I'm afraid," whispered Suzy. She and her friends watched Jeremy pile the old versions of the robots up against the door so he would not be seen. "I don't like the new Freddy anymore," she sniffled.

The company had learned from their mistake with the previous guard and wasn't going to let Jeremy go as easily. Vowing to never sign another contract that forced him to stay at a job for at least a week, he unhappily made his way to the guardroom. Needless to say, he wasn't thrilled when he heard the phone messages from last night and the current one. Looking over the flashlight and empty Freddy head his employers had provided, he sighed and got ready for a long night.

The stage emptied. "I'm afraid," Suzy whispered. Lucy squeezed her hand. "Why did Nate and Timmy and Katie have to leave again tonight?" she sniffled.

Brian bit his lip with nervousness. "I don't know. They aren't here, though, so we have to be the big kids now." He glanced at the cameras again. "But what are we supposed to do? How are we supposed to stop Freddy from getting Jeremy if neither of them can see us or hear us?"

They were all quiet as they tried to think up a solution.

"We could use the old robots," Lucy suggested. "They're broken, but we can still control them."

Suzy shifted uncomfortably. "Um, we can't talk when we're controlling them, though. Their voice boxes are all broken. We can't tell Jeremy that we want to take him to hide in the parts and service room with us," she reminded them.

"We could point and stuff, and we can pick stuff up and do all sorts of things with them that we can't do as ghosts," Lucy proposed. Her friends had no objections. The quartet happily set off to help Jeremy survive his shift.

Five minutes later, the little group reconvened. "This is impossible!" complained Lucy. She hovered in front of Chica, who was motionlessly standing in the hall.

Also in ghost form, Joey paced angrily. "Why does he keep flashing that light at my face? It's really bright and it hurts!"

"I just went into his office," reported Suzy. "He was wearing his mask and just staring at me. I think there's something wrong with him."

"He's probably afraid of us," grumbled Lucy. "We look all broken and creepy. Even I'm a little afraid of us, and I know we're not trying to hurt anybody." She glanced at wire-armed Chica and shuddered.

"At least the new Freddy and his friends don't try to do anything to us," said Brian as he floated next to the older version of the singing bear. "I guess that controlling a robot counts as being a robot for them, so at least they won't hurt us. I guess we should just try to keep them out of his office."

Suzy brightened up. "And once he's safe, he'll realize we aren't trying to hurt him!" she concluded. It sounded like a perfect plan.

Children, you know not what you have done. So much for trying to give Jeremy an easy five nights. :/