This was a fun chapter to write. So in this one, Sam figures out what his power is and gets to meet Jeremy before the others but not as you expect..

I own absolutely nothing except for the few OCs in here (the parents).

"Bold" is the Animatronics speech

"Normal" is human speech

"Italic" is memory/thought

"Underline" is the child spirit in the memory as they try to break through.

Animatronic Names

Chichi-Toy Chica

Bon-Bon/Bon-Toy Bonnie

Vixen-Mangle (She'll get called that later on...)

Fred-Toy Freddy

*The others are as they should be i.e Bonnie=Old Bonnie*

Chapter 8

Back in Parts and Services, the four souls tried to rest. Unfortunately, three of them couldn't. Chica rested on Sam's shoulder, enjoying the softness of his fur as he put a paw on her back. He was more used to seeing her leaning on/snuggling up against her brother, but he could hear the other two boys shuffling around, unable to shut down.

Foxy sat in the corner, facing the wall and listening to his music, trying to forget what he had done…and failing miserably.

"Foxy," Freddy's voice asked from behind.

The pirate turned around, facing his friend.

"I didn' mean t' off tha balloon kid, Capt'n," he started, "I don't know wha came ova me,"

"I know," Freddy told him, putting a paw on Foxy's shoulder, "And I didn't come to see you about that,"

Foxy stopped, narrowing his exposed eye.

"Then wha…"

Freddy held up his paw, stopping the fox before could get on a roll.

"I…I think I had a memory earlier tonight," the bear admitted, "Um…does the name 'Robby Schmidt' mean anything to you?"

Foxy frowned, thinking.

"I…can't say it does," he started, "But I'll look inta it, Capt'n,"

"Thanks, Foxy,"

Sam heard the whole conversation. He wished that he could talk, to let his friends know that he remembered and could help them, but nooooo. Thanks to that stupid duck, he couldn't. He heard the two starting to settle down, feeling Amanda's…Chica's…weight being taken off him and leaning more to the other side. He heard Freddy give a soft, content rumble as Chica settled down again and heard the scrape of Foxy's feet as he settled down too.

The spirit wanted to sleep…but with all the noise he couldn't. It seemed being blind and mute heightened everything else.

Suddenly, Sam felt the cold floor more than he had just a few seconds ago. The spirit opened his eyes expecting to see nothing but the inky void. But to his shock…he could see the dim greyscale of the walls and floor around him.

"What?" he whispered, his hands flying up to his mouth.

He could speak again! And wait…hands!?

Sam lowered them from his mouth and nearly started crying. Instead of fluffy, purple paws, he saw incredibly pale white skin and five fingers. He reached up, grabbing a dark grey lock of hair. He was human again.

Jeremy sat down in his seat with a sigh.

"Back here in this nuthouse for another night," he grumbled, "If I didn't need the money so badly or if that contract hadn't had the mandatory five nights I wouldn't be here,"

The phone rang and Jeremy ignored it. Like last night, the machine would pick it up…and besides, he'd rather be spending his time watching out for the homicidal robots.

"Ah...hello, hello! Uh, see, I told you your first night wouldn't be a problem. You're a natural!"

"Heh, yeah, sure," Jeremy snorted, "Killer robots coming in at all sides trying to stuff me in a suit…not a problem. Idiot,"

"Uh, by now I'm sure you've noticed the older models sitting in the back room,"

Jeremy flipped the cameras to the back room, showing the torn up animatronics.

"Hmm…they weren't that badly torn up the last time I saw them…" he murmured, "Wonder what got into you guys,"

"Uh, those are from the previous location. We just use them for parts now. The idea at first was to repair them...uh, they even started retrofitting them with some of the newer technology, but they were just so ugly, you know? The smell...uh, so the company decided to go in a whole new direction and make them super kid-friendly. Uh, those older ones shouldn't be able to walk around, but if they do, the whole Freddy head trick should work on them too, so, whatever,"

"Should work?" Jeremy blinked, "How can you not know for sure!?"

"Uh...heh...I love those old characters. Did you ever see Foxy the pirate? Oh wait, hold on...oh yeah, Foxy,"

"Eh, I was more of a Bonnie person,"

"Uh, hey listen, that one was always a bit…twitchy. Uh...I'm not sure the Freddy head trick will work on Foxy, uh. If for some reason he activates during the night and you see him standing at the far end of the hall, just flash your light at him from time to time. Those older models would always get disoriented with bright lights. It would cause a system restart, or something. Uh, come to think of it, you might want to try that on any room where something undesirable might be. It might hold them in place for a few seconds. That glitch might be in some of the newer models too,"

"Might? What do you mean might? You don't know!?"

"One more thing - don't forget the music box. I'll be honest, I never liked that puppet thing. It was always...thinking, and it can go anywhere...I don't think a Freddy mask will fool it, so just don't forget the music box,"

"Wasn't planning on it,"

"Anyway, I'm sure it won't be a problem. Uh, have a good night, and talk to you tomorrow,"

"Hmph! Sure," Jeremy growled, turning back to the screens and winding up the music box.

Sam got to his feet and started towards the open door. The Toys had left it open out of trust the spirits wouldn't go out quite yet. But…technically, Sam wasn't in the suit anymore.

"I guess I can explore a bit," he started, "I never really got the chance to do so,"

He put a foot over the threshold only to get snagged on something and fall flat on his face.

"Ow!" he whimpered, before sitting up, "Why did that happen? I'm dead…I should have just passed through it…"

He got to his feet and brushed himself off, looking around.

"Maybe it's something to do with what that other kid said," he wondered, "Didn't they say that when we remembered…there'd be some sort of power we'd get? Maybe…maybe it's this?"

He frowned and started towards the bathroom.

"That seems like a stupid thing to call a power," he snorted, "Being solid again? And in human form?"

He shrugged it off as he walked into the boy's bathroom, the lights flickering on as he did.

"Well…that was kinda cool," he started, looking up at the light, "I wonder if I still look the same…"

He turned towards the mirror and stared at his reflection.

He was still very pale, but it didn't apply to just his skin anymore. It applied to everything. His normally pitch black hair was a charcoal grey, his eyes were a pale red almost pink color, and his skin was paper white. But that wasn't what made him stare.

If he looked hard enough and in the right direction, he could see a darkness right above his ears. It wasn't very noticeable and Sam only saw it out of the corner of his eye…but he could have sworn there was something there.

"Wouldn't that be a stupid thing…if I had those ears. Robby wouldn't let me hear the end of it," he shuddered, "I mean, yeah it'd be cool to hear everything like I can when I'm in Bonnie…"

A faint clicking sound caught Sam's attention and the boy peeked his head around the doorframe of the bathroom entrance.

He didn't see anyone, just the security camera.

How did he hear that? Not even when he was alive was his hearing that good! But when he died and took over Bonnie…

"Wait a second," Sam groaned, "That's why! Those stupid ears!"

He shook his head trying to brush away the notion of having those ears. At least, you couldn't see them. That was his consolation.

"Well…let's keep going," he muttered, starting off again.

Sam walked through the building, still exploring. A faint flickering light caught his attention and he started towards it. He walked down the hall and towards a desk. The child spirit's pale crimson eyes widened as he saw another human being!

"Has to be the night guard!" he thought happily as he started forwards, "Maybe he can help us…"

The blond man looked up as Sam set foot in the hall, his grey eyes narrowed as he shone a flashlight down it. Sam shielded his eyes as the beam hit him. Oh that hurt! Why did it hurt? He was sensitive to light…always had been because of his albinism, but this hurt!

"Hey…kid! What are you doing here?!"

Jeremy was bored, nothing had happened! He was pretty sure that the animatronics were plotting something dastardly and evil and…

He heard footsteps down the hall and his heart rate went through the roof. Finally! Those furry monstrosities were showing their faces tonight! He didn't have to worry about where the heck they all were…at least one was right here…

Jeremy took out the flashlight and flipped it in his hand. The guy on the phone said that the animatronics might reset if he flashed the flashlight's beam at them. Well…time to test that theory.

But when he turned the beam down on the hall, he saw something he wasn't expecting.

"Is that…is that a kid!?" he thought as the small figure in the hallway lifted his hands to shield his face from the light.

"Hey…kid!" Jeremy called, "What are you doing here?!"

Sam's eyes went wide with shock as he slowly lowered his hands.

"You…You can see me?" he breathed, tears streaming as the guard got up, still looking at him and walked around the desk.

"Don't you know we're closed?" the guard asked gently, coming closer, "It's not safe here,"

"You can see me!" Sam cried, joyous tears falling from his light red eyes.

"Yeah, I can see you," the guard started, kneeling down and putting a hand on Sam's shoulder, "Why wouldn't I?"

Sam didn't reply, he just hugged the man, sobbing and burying his head in the man's uniform. The guard stroked the spirit's head gently.

"It's ok, kid," the guard crooned, picking up the boy and carrying him to the office, "I've got you. Are you ok? You're awful pale,"

Sam nodded as the guard sat him down in the chair. No kidding he was pale! Nearly transparent would be a better description! After all…he was dead…

"My name's Jeremy," the guard introduced himself, "What's yours?"

"Sam Wyatt," Sam replied pointing at himself.

"Wyatt huh?" Jeremy smiled, "I had a teacher in middle school by that name, Chris Wyatt,"

"That's my dad!" Sam exclaimed, his pale crimson eyes shining brightly.

Jeremy gave a smile and ruffled Sam's hair.

"He's a pretty cool guy," he told him, "Best teacher I ever had. But…Mr. Wyatt only had one kid and he…"

A loud crash got Jeremy's attention. The guard picked up his flashlight and shone it down the hallway…where Chichi was. Sam started shaking. She ripped off his face before…he didn't want it to happen again! He couldn't let her do it! He had to get away! Anywhere but here…

The room shimmered around him, fading until it was completely dark. Sam gave a startled cry as the light started to come back in his vision and he…

"The show stage?" Sam stammered, "How the heck did I get here!?"

Jeremy looked away from Chichi and back at Sam…only to find that the boy was nowhere to be found.

"Sam?" he asked, "Where'd you go?"

He heard an alarm and his grey eyes flicked to the side, seeing the flashing alert stating that the music box needed rewound.

"CRAP!" Jeremy thought as he frantically held the remote to rewind the box.

He looked back up and pulled the Freddy mask over his eyes as the lights flickered and Chichi stepped into the office.

"The kid will be ok," he tried to reassure himself, "They won't hurt kids…I'll find him tomorrow, I know I will,"

Sam looked around the stage, frightened beyond belief. How did he get there? He was just in the security office…on the other side of the freaking building! He sat down, pulling his knees to his chest.

"I just wanted to explore," he thought sadly, "Not get scared witless! I need to get to the others…I…"

He stopped, looking up as the Toys came into the area. Bon-Bon and Fred looked right at him, but they didn't do anything, didn't say anything. Sam blinked rapidly, getting up and slowly walked towards them.

"Um…hi?" he asked, looking up at them all as he got close.

They didn't even see or hear him. Sam frowned getting closer, and standing right in the middle of them…but none of the Toys noticed him.

"Well, that's odd," he muttered as the Toys started heading back to the stage, "They didn't see me? But…Jeremy could…"

He shook his head, he could think on it later, right now he needed to get back to the others. The world shimmered again, melting into darkness before lightening and revealing the Parts and Services room.

"Wait," Sam started, laughing incredulously, "Oh I get it! I can teleport! That's so cool! That's what they meant by powers!"

The clock struck six and Sam's world went dark.

Later that morning after Jeremy and the maintenance people left, the spirits started to stir a bit in their room. Sam was sulking, upset that he was still confined in Bonnie after that one night of freedom, Chica was still asleep while Freddy gave a gentle smile and stayed still, letting her rest. Foxy on the other hand, had gotten up and walked towards the farthest point in the room from the others, thinking hard on the problem laid on him by Freddy.

Who in the worlds was Robby Schmidt?

That name was driving him crazy, he knew that name from somewhere and it had been eating at him all night.

"Alright ye ol' bucket o' bolts," Foxy growled to himself, "Tha' name is familiar somehow…now think. How do ye know this 'Robby Schmidt'…"

Suddenly, he found himself outside, in his old form, in front of a large white building.

A brunet boy and a blonde girl were being teased in front of me. The boy was protecting the girl, getting shoved backwards.

"Hey!" I yelled, storming forwards, "Leave him alone!"

The bully looked at me.

"Or what?" he asked.

"Or I'll make you stop," I growled, "We don't pick on other people,"

"I'm not picking on other people, I'm picking on the crybaby and her wimp of a brother,"

"Say that again…" the brunet boy snarled, getting up, blue eyes fiery as his fists clenched.

"Fine then," the bully smirked, "Your sister's a crybaby and you're a wimp,"

The brunet launched himself at the bully, but not before I decked him in the nose, breaking it.

The scene shifted, the brunet and I were sitting in front of the Principal's Office. They put us here for fighting…we were protecting the blonde girl, not fighting!

The brunet turned to me and I looked at him.

"Thanks for helping me out there," he told me, "That jerk needed to stop picking on my little sister,"

"I saw someone in trouble, I tend to help them when that happens. Besides…that kid looked better with a bloody nose," I shrugged, sticking out my hand, "Robby Schmidt,"

He shook my hand.

"Matt Harper," he started…right as his eyes flickered to a brighter, familiar shade of blue…

…

"Stay here," I whispered, grabbing Mike's shoulders, "I'll lead him off, then you go run to Mama, ok?"

"Wobby, no!" Mike cried, tears streaming, "He kill you dead!"

"But you'll be safe," I told her, "Just wait until he leaves or I distract him. Then you crawl through that vent over there and go straight to Mama, ok?"

"O-Otay,"

I started to get up, but Mike grabbed my shirt.

"Take it," she ordered, pushing Mama's locket into my hand, "It keep you safe,"

"Thanks, First Mate," I smiled sadly as I got up.

"I love you, Capt'n Wobby,"

"I love you too, First Mate,"

I charged at the murderer, tackling him from behind. He cut down on my hand, severing it before flipping me over and plunging his knife down into my heart.

"You've got a fire," the man purred, taking off the bear's head and looking at me, "But fire wasn't enough to save you or your friends,"

I looked at my friends again. Matt's bigger, brunet-haired form was laying, crumpled on the ground, his mouth still open in the shocked 'O' as blood still trickled from the gaping slash in his throat. Sam's black hair was matted with his own blood, ropes of crimson beads painted over his hands. Amanda's blonde hair was now soaked with sticky crimson, her lovely violet-blue eyes were starting to dim.

"Robby…" she whispered, reaching…before her arm went limp and her head lolled.

I turned my head towards the man.

"W-Why?" I whispered.

"Because I can," the man shrugged, grabbing the knife and jamming it further into my chest, twisting as more crimson liquid poured from the wound, "Goodnight, kid,"

My arm fell to the floor and the man stalked off, searching for Mike. He wouldn't find her. She's hiding…I painfully turned my head towards my little sister and put a finger to my lips. Please Mike, stay quiet, I don't want him to hurt you too. Stay safe…

Mike's honey colored eyes were streaming with silver tears and her shoulders were shaking from her silent sobs…but she gave a weak nod. I smiled, she'd go home…she'd be safe…

Goodbye, Mike.

Foxy jolted out of the memory, tears streaming down his face as he held his head. His name!

"Foxy?" Chica asked, coming closer, leading Sam while Freddy followed, "Everything ok?"

"Me name…" the pirate gasped, "I…I remember my name…"

"That's great!" Freddy laughed as Sam nodded silently, yet excitedly, "Well…?"

"Me name…my name was," the fox's golden eyes flickered, resembling something more human than machine.

He gave a sad laugh before turning up to the animatronics that housed his friends' spirits.

"I have a sister named Mike, a mother named Anna, and my name…" he smiled, "was Robby Schmidt,"

Just to let you know, the kids (once they remember) will be able to walk outside the animatronic they possessed. It's only for short amounts of time in this book (every few nights at various times between midnight and six). Their coloring gets brighter with each child that remembers, so Sam is closer to looking the same as he did when he was alive. The idea of the kids having some part of them that reflects the animatronic came from a friend of mine (meaning that their human forms have something that identifies them as not human *like the ears/tail* and it gives the others teasing material as well).

I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.