A/N: Hey everyone welcome to another update :3 on the note of the 4th game. I know it introduced a lot of information that was previously up for debate and discussion I just want everyone to know that although that information has been reveled I will NOT be going back and changing anything that has happened thus far.

Anyway though thank you all for sticking around this long and I hope everyone is still enjoying themselves

Possible TW's: vague descriptions of violence, vague descriptions of death

yeah I'm pretty sure that's it. This chap will give you guys a new perspective to work with for a while it also gives a lot of history. Also, I was asked for another Smut chapter so I will provide! Expect Smut in either next chapter or the chapter after that just a fair warning :3 anyway I've talked too long

Enjoy ^^

Be Jeremy

You take deep breathes as you shake behind the camera monitor. You knew something was going on your brother never was...all there. Sure your childhood was less than swell you practically lived in this old place that stinks of stale pizza and neglect. The new location hasn't even been open that long yet you feel like it may already be ready to close up but you digress. He sits there shaking as he sobs or perhaps its laughter you honestly can't tell and really you don't know that you care when you're staring at the reflection of his cornflower clad back in the crimson that pools on the floor. You knew something was going on with your brother...he never was all there...because of that you defended him from discriminating eyes and voices. But you never ever thought in your wildest nightmares it would be this bad...He lifts their bodies hugging them close.

"You're safe now my dears...now the sickness won't eat you alive. Now you won't die in pain like your mother did."

You cringe at the hollowness of his voice every fiber of your being keeping your rear glued to this chair. Your heart fighting your brain to take courage to go to him. He's your brother he needs you...he loves you...yet you just watched him silently murder his own children...your brain wins and you simply stare heart hammering in your ears as he leaves the parts and services room with the two tiny limp forms that chattered to you mere hours ago.

Its been years since then. You rest your head on the polished, colorful wood of the prize counter in the Toy Box willing the tears to back the hell off. Why did you have to remember that night...you were merely seventeen that night but close enough to eighteen that that was the night you took up a job at the old location. It was technically illegal for you to work the night shift but it was your family's establishment and really you made enough money to pay off the President if you wanted to. You pull your hat off and bite into it out of pure, unbridled frustration. You've been a mess since they added the Balloon Boy and Puppet to the concept for the Toy Box. They've been out of commission for as long as the Mangle suit its been almost two decades since you last saw them two decades since your niece and nephew the ones who loved them so died and though the happy looking dolls are in excellent shape even without the help of Goldie and Foxy they still bring back horrid memories. PTSD is what Mark declared you have. Of course when the psych major asked what had happened to make you such a mess you had to lie, sadly you're very good at it...you suppose you are indeed your father's son. You bite down on the blue fabric harder and screw your eyes shut at the overwhelming thoughts of your sorry excuse for a life. Nothing but a web of lies. You haven't even told Mike about half of what happened in the many pizzerias you grew up in and you two have been together for going on fifteen years. You remember interviewing him for the night guard position he was older than you a strange age to be working at such a place in the middle of the night but you suppose you gotta do what you gotta do when the economy chews you up and spits you out like that. You pull on the hat now like a dog with a toy remembering the way your brother chuckled as you watched his entire first night desperately hoping. The way he ruffled your hair and looked at you with calculating eyes before telling Phil to see to it he lived.

"Seems Jer is a bit smitten of this one, Phone. See to it that he makes it out of here this week. I'm willing to sacrifice my own fun for my little brother to have a shot at romance."

Tears flow freely now and really you don't think you could stop them even if you tried. You peek up from the wood you're supposed to be keeping an eye on Mangle make sure he doesn't fall into another fit...not that you're doing a very good job of that. The pink and white canine is animatedly waving his arms, striking poses, and occasionally drawing his candy cane sword as he tells a story to the large group of children that have gathered in his cove. He seems to be alright though you can't help but wonder what his earlier attack was brought on by. You shrug...he'll tell...eventually...you hope.

"Mister...why are you cryin'?"

You jump at the sound of a little girl standing on her tip toes to look over the counter at you. You smile as best you can to her.

"It's nothing important little one no need to worry. Can I get you something?"

She looks skeptical at you and you have to fight the chuckle that raises in your chest she reminds you a lot of Chica when she was younger. Little firecracker she was...well...is.

"I want two balloons, please. A Mangle and a Foxy one."

You smile at her and fill the balloons coming around the counter to give them to her.

"There you are darling."

She takes the two strings carefully tying the Mangle one to her wrist before tugging on your hand and securing the Foxy one to you.

"Thank you, mister, bah bye."

You watch her leave to her parents at the gate who lead her out the front doors into the gloomy sunset outside with a look of disbelief in your cyan eyes. Mike's voice over the intercom rouses your mind from its blank state and sends you back behind the bright counter filling and handing out more balloons as the children leave the Toy Box. In minutes the entire pizzeria is as empty as it was this morning and costumes are promptly coming off.

"I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!"

Leave it to Foxy to break the quiet.

"Dear god is it just me or did today like drag by? I love the kids I really do but gez."

You watch the red head flail his arms dramatically before he's tackled by a very chipper Angel. It makes you chuckle a little as you rub your face trying desperately to dry it before...too late Mike is already practically sprinting for you.

"What happened? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

He starts lifting your limbs and examining every part of you for injury face pale with worry.

"Nothing to all of the above, Mike. I'm fine."

You look down at your dirty but still noticeably golden yellow converse dully noting that at 42 you probably shouldn't be wearing canvas shoes meant for teenagers. You frown to yourself fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve til a gentle hand is guiding your face back to him. His black framed topaz eyes practically bore holes into into your own dull blues searching for answers in his own Mike way.

"You guys ok?"

You jump and turn to Fritz as he stares at you both. The others have gone to work tidying up around the place your eyes even glaze over the form of Spring who seems to have emerged now that the place is empty.

"We're fine, Fritz there's nothing to worry about just having a moment is all."

Thankfully Mike answers the ginger for you winding an arm around your waist as he nods and simply leaves you to whatever he thinks you were doing being greeted by a happy Angel on his way back to the general location of the others.

"I'm not buying the nothing thing but I won't push I know you have demons you grew up in this hell hole."

He ruffles your hair pushing it up to leave a kiss on your forehead before putting your hat back on your head as you just stand there fidgeting with your sleeve. A crash and a set of loud cackles has your eyes shooting around.

"Do it again!"

You stare in disbelief at the redheaded fox on the floor halfway out halfway in an empty yellow mop bucket holding his gut as he laughs with the blonde rabbit who is obviously responsible for his ride.

"Then get back in captain."

Spring snorts as he attempts to use the word laughing just as much as Foxy as he climbs back in.

"ARRRRR! FULL SAIL GENTLEMEN!"

And they're off Spring pushing the pirate with incredible speed and power you forgot the rabbits had in the direction they originally came from about half way across the pizzeria before letting him go with one last hard shove sending him sailing, no pun intended, into the other wall where he thankfully uses his metal hand to halt himself before he can crash.

"Aw man its funny when you crash."

They both cackle again at Spring's fake, and terribly fake at that, pout. They remind you of children really like two young friends who have been friends forever despite the fact that you all just met the scared up blonde.

"Children please don't."

Chica and Bonnie appear from the kitchen both of them obviously trying to stifle their own giggles at the sight of two full grown men playing with a wheeled mop bucket.

"Those two are gonna be double trouble as if we needed a second Foxy."

Mike chuckles beside you. Its written all over his face how little he actually is bothered by their antics he's happy that they're happy they're practically your children after all and Spring is not an unwelcome addition to the group. He's just as broken as the rest but just like his new found bestie he can smile through the shit they go through everyday and attempt to keep the others doing the same. Its nice really to have this second Foxy. Especially with how much brighter Goldie became immediately after his arrival.

"They sure could use a second Foxy."

You hoist yourself onto the prize counter watching them all interact leaning your head onto your boyfriend's shoulder when he joins you.

"Yeah they could he's a good fit here."

You both sit in comfortable silence your earlier conversation forgotten as you watch your rowdy group of "sons and daughters" play like small children. Bonnie and Spring have apparently taken to pushing the obviously slightly reluctant Fazbear twins in two mop buckets across the restaurant laughing like sugar rushed kids while Chica, Angel, Fritz and Foxy laugh with them. Even Mangle watches with a slightly softer than usual look at his mate's side.

"How did he do today?

Your eyes lazily travel back to Mike your easy smile turning into a contemplating look.

"He did fine but I really wonder what brought on that fit he had this morning...he was terrified of something. Mike that's just not normal for Mangle. I'm so worried and it just doesn't feel like there's anything we can do other than ask him. I'm afraid to do that though I don't want to cause him another attack like that."

He tips your hat back til it falls to the floor behind the counter with a dull thunk and busies himself with your dirty blonde hair that's amazingly not going grey with your stress levels.

"I don't wish to cause him any extra stress either, lemon drop, but we might have to if we wish to prevent another one."

You blush at the nickname you don't mind it you even find it cute its just a little embarrassing to hear sometimes. Its no secret you have a weird obsession with anything lemon flavored you have no idea why its just been your favorite flavor of everything since you were very young. Perhaps you just needed something fresh to combat the greasy pizza you were around all the time? You don't know but Lemon Drops are your absolute favorite candy always have been likely always will be so Mike started calling you lemon drop shortly after you started dating all those years ago and hasn't stopped since. Its nice really the pet name makes you feel a bit more normal helps you forget about the craziness that is your life for a while. Forget it and pretend that perhaps one day Mike and you will get married and have a house adopt Fredrick and Bernard maybe get a dog and just live like normal people. But alas, you have to come back to reality eventually and a crash of someone else hitting the back wall with a deep groan through loud laughter rips you out of your fantasy of those days that will never come. You look out to them all again it was apparently Freddy that hit the wall as he somehow did some sort of flip and now sits there with the mop bucket on his head swaying as if very dizzy. But he is laughing so you're not too worried and it only takes a couple minutes for his twin to take pity on him and lift the bucket off of his head.

You relax against Mike again he's fine and everyone is laughing for once they're having fun. You offer a smile to Spring though he can't see it you really do have him to thank for introducing this sort of fun to them. Mike's hand finds the side of your neck dipping down under your collar to run along the scar that's there from the way your brother keeps all his coats and you, his experiment and building caretakers, in check. His fingers are gentle as his absentmindedly traces the barely there bulge of the microchip hidden under your skin under the small scar. You turn your head a bit feeling his own against your nose as you sigh sadly. The other's aren't the only ones tethered to this place. He tracks you all three of you well four if you include Phil, not that he ever lets the poor guy leave his side. He tracks where you go and though the system is very faulty if you are caught attempting to go somewhere he doesn't want you to, say the police, he can use your little chips to latch onto and control your nervous system effectively rerouting you back to the Institution. When it works its unforgiving sending shocks pulsating through your entire body leaving you in excruciating pain as you are remote control operated plus it usually results in death when he gets you back to his office, and when it doesn't work you're electrocuted to death...so hello sir would you like the order of death or death today? Yeah...nobody dare step out of line where your brother is concerned. Including you. Your status as his brother doesn't mean much to him just that he won't kill you...well...that he won't try to kill you more like it. Instead he would target those you love starting with Mike. You instinctively slide your hand into his and hold on tightly mind always wandering to the worst. What would you do without him? What would any of you do without him? You and Fritz aren't exactly very level headed individuals and frankly neither is Mark. His hand gives your own a squeeze as he kisses your head trying to soothe you.

"What are you thinking, Jer?"

His hand leaves your neck and buries into your hair again running through it gently as he waits for an answer from you. You shake your head there's no need to talk about it turning your head more to bury your face in his welcoming neck as he sighs and simply holds onto you. Your eyes feel heavy as you listen to his pulse feeling his breath on your head and the gentle running of his fingers over your back. Its all just a little too much and you find yourself drifting off to sleep your hand going limp in his.

"Uncle Jer Uncle Jer! I drew you a picture!"

You take the crayon drawing of the toy animatronics on their stage from the small hands that hold it. Its very good for such a young girl. You ruffle her dark curls they're short framing her porcelain face perfectly her bangs brushing over the tops of her amber eyes.

"Thank you, darling it looks wonderful. I'll hang it up in my shiny new office tonight so Freddy and his friends can keep me company."

You give her a hug as she bounces happily.

"Elinor my dear did you give uncle his picture?"

You look up to see your brother. He looks like an absolute mess. His own security outfit is disheveled from the long day of work he endured unlike the perfect press of your own his hat is missing letting his messy dark hair show as he holds a young sleeping Arthur on his hip.

"Yes father."

"Then come along dear we need to get you two to bed and uncle Jer needs to work. Say good night."

"Nini uncle Jer we'll see you in the mornin'."

She hugs you again giving your forehead a kiss before she heads to her father and brother down the hall and as far as you know into the night.

The world is shaking a bit...no...its bouncing not shaking. You open your eyes and look around though everything is glossy.

"Yeah...its hard to explain honestly. Wish we could tell you more about their relationship but even we don't know much."

Mike's voice is hushed as he talks to Mark about something. You raise an eyebrow as best you can Mike seems to be carrying you but it doesn't seem as though he's noticed you've roused from slumber.

"Yeah, we'll tell you when we figure it out,"

Fritz must be on Mike's other side his laughter seems somewhat hallow as he continues.

"all we really know is that they're brothers, Jer doesn't talk about him much and we almost never talk to him directly just to the coats. He never shows himself like ever."

Oh so that's what they're talking about.

"Oh...that's odd do you guys even know his name?"

"Vincent, though I think your sister has taken to calling him, The Purple Man. Makes sense really he's always wearing a purple suit at least when we see him. All we really know is that he's bat shit insane he chipped us all and we three live in small apartment type rooms at the Institution hence we never invite you over in case you were wondering. If we do something he doesn't approve of or step out of line in any way he has out heads on a platter."

You hear the opening of a car door as their conversation goes silent.

"Well...I'll see you three tomorrow?"

Mark seems a bit awkward tonight as he messes with his hair waiting for you all to do something. Mike just nods while Fritz waves with a chipper 'But of course bah bye.' With a returned wave he's driving away in his clunker of a car and Mike is settling you into your own.

"I'm awake you know."

You chuckle at his surprised look and take the seat belt from him. He just blushes and closes the door for you rounding the car to his own side so you can take off leaving the pizzeria in your rear view mirror if only for the night.

Be Foxy

You hold an ice pack to your flesh leg. Its only a bruise but it hurts a good deal. You can't say you care though the mop bucket tomfoolery you were engaging in earlier was hella fun. No regrets you say! Still though it has Goldie apologizing profusely as he was the one that pushed you the round you got said bruise. Yeah you all took a not to self, 'bears are strong so Fazbear's push really hard remember to tell them to contain themselves when playing this game.'

"Goldie, its ok lad."

You chuckle to him as he continues to pace a little though its only for a couple more minutes before Spring pulls him into his lap to get him to stop. He lets out a sigh and his leg keeps twitching a bit but he lets it go opting to just turn to whatever this is Chica is watching on Mike and Jeremy's Netflix. She and Angel are transfixed on the pretty cakes that are being made and much to Spring's apparent amusement it seems to be all the inspiration Goldie needs to pull out his tech mate and art program doodling the two avian girls in front of him while he's held. Bonnie and Freddy retired to their room shortly after you all got down here and you know exactly what's going on so all of you have the tv up quite loud. Fredrick and Bernard have been holed up in their room doing who knows since the place closed up but you're trying not to be nosy they did almost die last night you think they deserve some space to be with one another if they want it and next to you is your own mate. Quiet as per usual but more than that. He's not just quiet he's grave silent face set softer than its usual stone you can see the gears underneath turning away at something unknown to you. You reach over resting a hand on his leg as he gives a twitch every now and again but is otherwise as still as the grave as well. You give his leg a gentle squeeze just to try to get his attention just to try to get him to at least look at you tonight. He doesn't even seem to register that you did it even as you move closer letting your leg brush up against his. You let out a small whine of frustration and look away from him your ears folding a bit as he just continues to space out. Spring gives you a worried look and you're sure Goldie would too if he weren't so far gone in his work. You try to give him a half smile to show you're alright but he just gives you a disapproving look he knows you're not so you might as well stop trying.

You simply go back to watching the girls' show leaving your hand on his leg while you too space out a bit. You could be bold...nah after his fit this morning chances are the last thing he wants is you all over him...you chance a glance back at him. He's chewing on his lower lip you can see small pebbles of blood getting ready to fall as his fangs work the flesh way too much. His ears are twitching and taught swiveling like radars though you doubt his mind is processing anything he's hearing. His toes are tapping and his eyes look glassy, he's far from you and you know it but you pet his thigh anyway jumping when you hear a whistle.

"You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep thinkin' so hard. Just come out with it man. Or are you gonna tear out of here like Bonnie did? I mean it's cool if you don't wanna talk about it I'm not gonna force you, but at least open your eyes and notice you're distressing your mate."

Your jaw drops as you look back to the scarred up rabbit. He looks genuinely irritated and even your mate next to you looks taken aback his eyes wide as he's caught off guard by him. You look to Goldie who just shrugs seems this is normal. None the less though he minimizes his cube's windows and looks to the both of you. Seems even Chica's attention has been turned though Angel has fallen asleep. Next to you Mangle just blinks for a few moments before he notices your hand and takes it into his own his ears falling back a bit.

"Sorry, Foxy I didn't mean to worry you my mind is just...not here right now."

You go to speak but you're unsure what to say thankfully though Chica does.

"Its fine, Mangle, but you can talk to us you know...Just tell us you haven't been acting right since this morning."

She sits next to you on the couch wings fluttering a little as she just kinda stares him down. Man why did Bonnie need Freddy tonight!? None of you are good at this talking thing but he sure is. You look to Goldie somewhat pleadingly as he's kinda the next best thing but only when he feels up to it. You really hope he's up to it tonight. Your golds meet his blues trying to convay what you're thinking and though they roll a bit he seems to understand that you really need his help with this. He gives a sigh and turns in Spring's lap so his whole body is facing you three.

"Chica, stop that it's a bit freaky. I know you mean well but how about you take Angel to bed. I'm not as good at this as Freddy but he's...busy so I'll have to do."

She gives a sheepish look and a muttered apology before standing and scooping up the sleeping young one heading down the hallway silently.

"Now...you can give us the short version if you want but it might be best if you just swallow your pride a little and talk to us, Mangle."

You can tell he's searching for the words that even he's having a hard time being gentle after the morning's events. After the information the kids gave you all the gears of his mind have been working non stop save for the sort burst of fun you got to enjoy after closing. You can hear the individual breathing patterns in the room its so quiet and he's back to chewing his lip as he holds your hand. Its perfectly still as Goldie watches and Spring tries his best to keep quiet. Waiting, observing, Goldie may be the next best thing but due to his lack of communication with others for so long he can still fall back into his habit of just...staring. Just calculating and waiting and just in general appearing cold if he's not mentally reminding himself how to interact with others. Very much unlike his naturally good with everyone twin brother. He shakes his head seeming to emerge from his own mental war and you can visibly see him attempt to soften his gaze on the other fox even trying to offer a gentle smile to encourage him.

"The suits."

The bear's calculating gaze melts away to be replaced with curiosity that's mirrored in the rabbit next to him.

"What about them?"

"The ghosts that the kids talked about. They're real surly they are..."

He seems to start to drift away again, you give his hand a squeeze to bring him back.

"Keep going, love."

You whisper to him as gently as you can. He never did give details on his past he just said that he was the perpetrator of the infamous Bite of '87 and that he wasn't born part animal like you all. He looks up at you then to Goldie and Spring who both nod in unison causing him to sigh.

"I don't remember much...I was young but I came here, well there...the old location. I would go there a lot and one day four other kids and me were taken into the back room. We were there for a party they said but they just kidnapped us instead. I really don't remember much but I do remember that slowly the other four began to vanish and one day all of them were gone and I never saw them again. The broken suits in the back the ones used for spare parts. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy...they really began to smell..."

He's shaking and breathing a little heavy but he continues for you all anyway.

"They appeared to...bleed...surely I was just seeing things...but what if I wasn't?"

He looks back up from his lap to you all blinking hard at Goldie. You turn to the bear now and he looks like he's about to be sick. His face is sheet white ears pinned back as he too shakes slightly.

"They told me when they killed...well,"

He makes little shaky air quotes as he repeats the word.

" 'Killed' Spring that they took his body and stuffed it in one of the suits...the yellow rabbit in the back the one I was working on. They said through that they could trap him here. I didn't even think that..."

Your eyes widen now. The kids...the four that were kidnapped with Mangle...are they sealed in the suits? Is that even possible? Is the nonsense the kids were spouting earlier not nonsense at all? The clock sounds off cutting the silence and making the whole room jump and heads turn to the ceiling above waiting the few agonizing minutes before the heavy footfalls begin to ring above. They seem different now as you think about the four children that may be piloting them. How frightened they must be if they're there and suddenly Jeremy's words make sense and your eyes are widening in realization. He watched them die probably barely Bonnie's age when it happened. Your ears fall back as you begin to wonder what else your human companions may be hiding from all of you.