A/N

Do I know what I'm doing anymore? Probably not. Did I know it would come to this? Pretty much. ;3

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

Everything seemed right finally. I should've known then that something was wrong. I should've felt it somewhere deep in me. The rest of the night seemed peacefully, happy. We were all finally together and…I held onto Foxy's side like a child holding onto their parent. I wanted to cry. I have cried, more than have in years. I wished this moment would never end, but of course, with my track record, it would end horribly.

"I've gotta call it in soon," Mike sighed, yawning. "It's been a good night though."

"Agreed," I nodded.

The children, laughing and cheering, running around our legs while we headed toward the door. The animatronics began heading for their starting positions, Foxy peering through the curtains. We were all happy. Everything was perfect. Why couldn't this last. Why couldn't it end here. I felt the chill run up my body. Something clicked. The lights flickered. We stopped. Everyone stopped.

"Was that the door?" whispered Mike, looking at me slowly.

"I think it was…" I gulped.

Mike ran to the door, pulling at the knob. It wouldn't budge. The day guard had arrived, spotting Mike struggling to open the door. The man fumbled with his keys. That chill was still with me, echoing through the building. None of us dared to move as Mike and the day guard struggled with the door.

"Something doesn't feel right," I mumbled.

"He's here," added Stephanie. "Not good…"

"Who?" I perked.

The day guard stumbled into the building, only for the doors to quickly shut again, clicking locked. Mike looked toward me. I headed toward him but stopped dead. That feeling again. Something was wrong. Deadly wrong. A great power seemed to surge through the room. The day guard slammed into the door, crashing to the ground. Mike perked, turning toward the guard only for the same surge of strength to fling him across the room until he collided with the stage.

"Mike!" I shouted, running over to the stage.

"Tyler!"

Foxy leapt from his stage, rushing toward me. I stopped, turning toward Foxy just as someone screamed. Everything fell silent. I turned slowly toward the entrance. The day guard was slumped against the door, blood running down his chest. Several different utensils were shoved into his chest. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head, giving a glazed and long lost look. There was no doubt. He was dead.

"Oh no…" I whispered. "What the hell…?"

"Not this time mate," snarled Foxy, grabbing onto me.

"Foxy…what's going on!?" I shouted.

"This is the kind of haunting that you see in a movie…" grumbled Mike, stumbling to his feet.

"Haunting?" I repeated. "Oh no…not possible…"

The kids were running scared, cowering behind the main animatronics. The lights flickered, speakers hissed, and the systems groaned. The whole building seemed to cry out in pain. Foxy began easing me backward, until we were backed against the stage. Mike stood beside me, holding his side.

"What's going on now?" he groaned, leaning over the side of the stage.

"He's been quiet this long," hummed Freddy, glancing down at us. "Wonder what sparked him?"

"Who him?" snapped Mike.

"Not possible…he didn't die with us," I argued. It couldn't be him. It…had to be him, didn't it?

"It doesn't mean he isn't here," whimpered Bonnie.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I hissed, glaring back at them.

"Believe us, we've tried…in all of these many years, much has happened that you don't recall but we do…that they do," sighed Freddy, glancing down at the children around his legs. "Memories…blur in this world."

"Memories…" I whispered, looking at the ground.

I listened to Foxy growl like a dog, baring his teeth which were rusted with red and metal showing. The shadows warped around what little light was present until finally his pale figure arrived, strutting a pose like some model. I remember a time when I liked his twisted little grin, it made him seem like a movie star, but now it just made me want to punch him.

"Ben has made his entrance!" he cheered, snickering to himself. He glanced up, raising one eyebrow at me. "Tyler, long time no see?"

"Ben…I suppose death was too good for you?" I hissed.

"Too…boring," he yawned, stepping back. He leaned back, looking over at the fallen guard. "Looks like someone had an accident."

"Did you…?" I gasped.

"Got bored…you were finally get to grips with this mess again," he shrugged. "It's taken you a while to get back from the last time."

"Last time?" I whimpered.

Ben grinned, baring teeth. With a snap of his finger, the lights came on slowly around him, lighting his way toward the stage. I could hardly move, hardly think. I felt Foxy's hook around my wrist. What was happening?

"About…four, five years ago…just after I died and spawned here, you had real power…you could've run this place," he chuckled. "Why didn't you was beyond me…but I got one good hit on you on anniversary day and you lost all that skill. I got…some power in return."

The memory was faint, the ability to control things at the same level that the others did. It would explain why I was a novice to my powers regardless to my years. I could feel it though, rising in me. The power was coming back, the anger, the strength. I slipped free of Foxy, stepping forward. I wasn't going to let Ben bully me even in death. I was done with this life.

"This ends now…" I declared.