Chapter 5: Connecting The Pieces

The moment Jeremy had been fearing arrived, 12:00 A.M. The male haven't ate nor slept since he got locked in; he was anxious about what was going to happen to him.

For a moment or two, the withered animatronics were still motionless and shut down. But their eyes gave out a weird glow after the moments have passed and they stood up, staring directly at their 'intruder'. Jeremy could only stare back in fright, his legs unable to move as they felt weak. The withered version of Freddy was the first to approach Jeremy and he seemed to be very cautious when approaching him, or so it looked that way. When he was close to Jeremy, he bent down and could only stare in silence, with his expression never changing. Jeremy was just as confused as he probably was and the male thought, Why aren't they harming me? Looking back at Freddy, his mind raced and his vision blurred. What was going on? Why was he slipping into unconsciousness? He didn't know but he could only assume it was because he was extremely scared, which he actually was. So Jeremy fell unconscious and this time had another 'dream'.

He was inside a curtain and he stepped out, running mindlessly to a room where four children cheered and the fifth one stood silent, appearing sad for some reason. Static covered up his sight completely after that, then he realized that he was in the curtain once again. He was forced to go to the same room again and the same children cheered again. Static also came again and once the male saw that he was in the curtain again, he wondered if this would go on forever. He stepped out but not running instantly. This time he had control over himself and he sighed in a bit of relief. Going down and about to go in the room to see the children, he this time stopped himself and turned around, seeing the Purple Man with a grin on his face. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He said. "Go right in." Jeremy didn't trust the Purple Man anymore, but he went in anyway. What he saw was perhaps the most gruesome sight he's ever seen so far. The five children were on the floor, with wounds all over them as blood dripped from those wounds. One kid had their eyes removed, another with a chopped arm and so on. They all were horribly murdered by...The Purple Man! That's it! Jeremy began to go over to one of the children but froze and as Foxy jumped out of nowhere and screeched, the male woke up drenched in a little sweat. He eyed the withered animatronics and noticed that they were back in their usual spots, shut down. "I-I...Was around a murderer the whole time?" He questioned himself quietly, hearing the same *click* sound as the door unlocked. It opened and a male with curly ginger hair and glasses walked in, looking down at Jeremy and flinching. "Oh! How long have you been in here?" He said, narrowing his eyes at the other. "H-hours.." Jeremy managed to say, his body shaking as he struggled to get up. Luckily, the ginger-haired male was nice enough to help him get up, but he was nevertheless suspicious. "How did you get in here?" He asked. "U-uh.." Jeremy began, "The door here was u-unlocked surprisingly and...I-I went in, thinking something w-was wrong...Then the d-door closed on me and I realized...Someone locked me in."

The ginger-haired male raised a brow slightly. "Who?"

"I...D-Don't know.." Jeremy lied.

The other shrugged and walked Jeremy out of the room, giving him a concerned look. "Do you need help walking home or something? You seem weak.." He said.

"N-no...I can walk home alone..."

"Really? Because you-"

"Y-YES!"

The ginger-haired male adjusted his glasses and nodded briefly. "Very well then. Just don't go snooping in here again, alright? I have to deal with enough problems already."

Jeremy also gave a nod and began to walk away slowly, but he stopped himself for a second to turn around and ask the other, "Who are you?"

The ginger-haired male took out a screwdriver from his pocket and pointed at his nametag. "Fritz Smith. I'm the mechanic here."

"O-Oh." Jeremy said, turning back around and walking away. He had thought the other was someone who was going in the room without permission. But then again, unless it was someone who was trespassing to cause trouble, then it'd be someone who was just unaware, like Jeremy.