Joel didn't know how he was able to get any sleep that night. He could only imagine what it had been like for Jeremy. To his pleasure though, he was able to meet Jeremy Fitzgerald face-to-face for the first time on November 13, 1987.

When Jeremy walked into the store though, he looked less happy. It was understandable, not having regular sleep for 6 days.

"Oh, hey! You must be Jeremy Fitzgerald! Good to meet you! I'm Joel." Joel held his hand out. Jeremy didn't take it. Joel didn't blame him. He gave Joel a weird look, recognizing something.

"You're the Phone guy."

"The what? Oh yeah, I've been leaving phone messages for you."

Jeremy stared at Joel.

"Uh…yeah…I guess it's been rough for you this week."

Jeremy started to glare.

"But, hey! It's all over now! You won't need to worry about the animatronics during the day. They'll be too distracted by the kids to bother you."

This seemed to calm Jeremy down a bit. He took a breath.

"You said that you're going to be moving over to the night shift, right?"

"Yeah, maybe."

"You sure you want to do that?"

Jeremy wasn't being sarcastic. Joel shrugged.

"I think so. I mean, I get that the animatronics have been kind of…buggy, but I'm pretty sure once this whole mess sorts itself out, they'll be back to normal."

"What makes you say that?"

Because that's how it happened last time when they moved. That was what Joel meant to say, but he knew Faz didn't like people asking questions about the last store.

"Uh, well, I'm sure that once the police clear out and customers come back, they'll calm down again. They just want to make people happy, and when they can't, I guess they just glitch out a bit."

Jeremy stared at Joel for a few more minutes, thinking things out as far as Joel could tell. Eventually, he shrugged.

"What do you need me to do?"

…

Barney hid in the closet. Jharā. Jharā. Jharā! Jharā! Jharā!

While the Mangle couldn't feel pain, the twins most certainly felt something. Being played with was agony. Every time the Mangle was taken apart, the aggregate spirits had to reorient themselves to accommodate their new form. The spare animatronic head twitched.

Why…Why do they do this? Why won't they leave us alone!?

The Easter eggs are all broken. The mice are boring holes in the house too!

Over time, the twins had learned that the only way they could deal with the sensation of being picked apart was to simply retreat into the Mangle and wait for it to be over. When the day ended, they'd sometimes put themselves back together in a form that they were more comfortable with, only to be taken apart again the next day.

Stick a rifle up Barney's nose…Why didn't the meteor stuff Barney? Jharā! The plum tree will pop the horse's balloons…The house has to keep the horse inside. Our horse is too fat. His wolf has his keys. The house won't let the wolf in though, the door will lock the plum tree out. Violent violets won't leave the house's garden. Jharā. Petals and juice will stain the ground.

The twins tried to think of something else, anything else while the toddlers played with them. They thought about what they'd do to the Purple Man once they got him. Will had suggested that when they finally caught him, they'd stuff him inside of a suit and crush him. It would be fair. The twins would be okay with that, but they didn't think that'd be enough. They hadn't been stuffed inside of a suit like Will and his friends, but they were pretty sure that what they were going through beat out what Will had experienced. There simply wasn't enough time for the twins to do right on the Purple Man. They would need days, days that they could pull the Purple Man apart and put him back together again, and again, and again, and again.

While the twins were trying to go to their happy place, they saw something out of the corner of Mangle's eyes.

The Purple Man was in the store again. This time though, he was standing right in the middle of the Dining Area, watching the animatronics.

Barney is playing soccer in Italy?

Ben, Liam, and Gina were all watching him through the Toy animatronics, but they weren't attacking him. There was too much noise, too many distractions. The Purple Man was watching them apprehensively, wandering from table to table, not wanting to be in the same place for too long. There were kids there having a birthday party.

The violet is playing with the mice. House will drown violet. Jharā.

…

Jeremy wasn't happy to be near the animatronics, but as far as he could tell, Joel was right. As long as they were distracted by the kids, they didn't bother him. He kept on getting the sensation that they were watching him, though.

By this point, Jeremy had forgotten why he had started working here in the first place. It might have been to get money, but he couldn't see why that would be reason enough to come back here. Still though, he had a job to do. Joel had warned him to make sure that the animatronics didn't hurt anyone, so for now, that was what he was going to do. Like Joel had told him, when the animatronics were in free roaming-mode, they interacted pretty well with the kids. Jeremy was still worried about the adults and himself, but at least the animatronics hadn't done anything but stare. He was starting to think he could handle the situation. Joel spotted him from the other side of the Dining Area and gave him a tentative thumbs up. Jeremy shrugged in response.

He began to notice really young kids starting to flock around him, pointing and laughing. It bothered Jeremy to see kids this young out by themselves. Shouldn't they be in the Kid's Cove? Then Jeremy realized something. The kids weren't pointing and laughing at Jeremy, they were pointing just above him. He looked up to see what was so funny.

…

The twins were given one second of the Purple Man looking up at them. Even with as incomprehensible everything had become to them, at that moment, the aggregate that the twins had become wished that that look would last forever.

Bad Barney.

Jharā.

…

Things were going well today. They were going to have the birthday party and shut down the animatronics. Joel was going to wait for a few weeks, maybe a few months at the most, and then get back to work, when the animatronics were either going to be fixed or at least stop acting up. That was what Joel was thinking until he heard people screaming. He turned back to where Jeremy had last been. He was still standing there, right where he had last been, but parents were screaming and pulling their kids away from him. On the floor, the Mangle was writhing around.

"Hey Jeremy, is something wrong?"

Did the Mangle hurt someone? Jeremy wasn't answering. He was just staring up at the ceiling while parents were pulling the kids away from the Mangle at his feet. As a precautionary measure, Joel ran over and grabbed a hold of the Mangle's neck, flipping the switch at the base of its head while it was distracted by the kids.

"It's bebebeen fuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnn…."

Joel dropped the Mangle and looked back up at Jeremy. Was he in shock or something?

"C'mon, Jerry, what happened? What are you…"

Joel walked around and saw Jeremy's face.

"OH MY GOD!"

All the parents that didn't see what happened were now screaming in unison and swarming to get out of the store.

"SOMEONE CALL 911! Oh God…Just…just stay there, Jerry…Oh God…"

What Joel could see left of Jeremy's face was frozen in a vacant expression. Jeremy was still standing, so he was still alive, but Joel didn't know whether he should get him to sit down or remain standing. He had no idea how Jeremy was still standing or even alive, but Joel could only think that it was best for Jeremy to stand as still as possible.