A/N: Wow. Over three thousand words on that last one. I bet a lot of people would love that or more. But anyway, the kids are dead! Yayyyyy... I feel like a terrible person now. But, anyway! This chapter is going to be going in any direction I can think of, because I have no idea what to write! Plus, my friends who were supposed to read the last chapter and didn't, so now I'm overwhelmed by grief and can't think of anything. I may be over-exaggerating slightly. Enjoy the chapter!

Mark's P.O.V. (Let's hope this is okay)

As we walked away from the animatronics, Kelly stayed silent, her grasp on my hand firm. I don't think she knew, but her appearance had changed once she was able to possess the golden suit. She had on a purple skirt, bow tie, and mini top hat. It fit her appearance well and if the purple guy would ever see her again... It would haunt him more.

"Hey. Are you okay? You've been pretty silent this whole walk." I asked.

"I guess..." She said, unsure of herself.

"I know it must be hard for you, but you can't blame yourself. There is no way you could have known what he was planning."

Kelly sighed, "Yeah, but I remembered hearing his voice and I was to excited to think about it. I remember him hanging around the table, too." She let go of my hand and put them in her pockets, hunching over. After a few steps, she stopped, like she found something in her pocket.

"Is there something in your pocket?" I asked, walking towards her. She had paused, her head still downwards.

"Y-yeah..." She started before pulling a photo out of her pocket. She tilted her head downwards as tears fell down her cheeks. As I kneeled down, she finished, "It's th-the picture w-we took in the p-party." She tried not to sob as she put it back in her pocket.

"No... Please don't cry again." I pleaded before hugging her. She hugged me back, crying into my shoulder. It broke my heart. I never had a little sibling, but I hated seeing them cry; and I already feel as if we were family. As creepy as that may sound. Looking around, my eyes fell on the clock. 11:55. Oh... Dang it. "Hey, Kelly?" I started as her crying ceased. "We really need to go... Something... Bad might happen if we don't." Kelly let go of me and held on to my hand, a few tears still falling down her face. I led her into the safe room. I knew he was gone now, since his shift was over.

"Why are we heading in here...?" She asked, suspicion and fear in her eyes.

"Well, this is really the only place that we can talk in without having to worry about the security guard seeing you." This is gonna be difficult to explain... Leading her to the now clean back room, I saw a few of the cameras starting up. We better hurry.

"So..." Kelly started when we entered the room, "Why did we need to come in here? I thought that no one could see me because I was dead."

"Well, yeah. But you're trying to be seen, so in consequence, you can be seen. To not be seen, all you need to do is want to not be seen."

"Sounds easy enough." She said, before squinting her face in concentration. She began dimming almost immediately, going to a soft glow.

"Nice. Did it almost immediately! Okay, now comes the tough part. We are gonna go see the guard." Nodding, she came towards me and held my hand again. I think she might be the kind of person who is strong, but needs support. We walked out of the back room and made our way down the east hall. When we entered the room, her eyes widened at the sight before her.

"Weird. The animatronics aren't moving today..." The purple guy said.

"Why is he here?" Kelly whispered in fear. No doubt replaying what happened to her friends. Or brothers friends? She does seem young to be hanging out with them...

"He's the night guard, here. Every night, twelve to six. I've been possessing the animatronics every night to try to get him to leave. Sadly, it didn't work." I sighed. He just doesn't want to leave... I grabbed Kelly's hand and dragged her out of the room; and we headed back to the back room.

"So... He's the night guard here! For how long?"

"Ever since the... Incident... at Fredbear's about six years ago. After that Fredbear's became Fredbear's and Friends, and then became Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria." Her eyes clouded over for a bit, before looking at me.

"Were you killed at Fredbear's?" She asked. She's smarter than she looks.

"You're pretty smart for a... Ten year old?" I asked, waiting for confirmation. She nodded her head, waiting for me to continue. "Well, yeah... I was..."

Flashback

"Hey, Mom? Can I just walk to his house? It's just around the corner. Then you wouldn't have to worry about me for a whole two days! Doesn't that sound great!" I asked hopefully. I couldn't stand another two hours at a clothing store. It would kill me! I would die! A guy isn't meant to go shoe shopping! Too many shoes...

"Sorry, honey. First of all, it's way too hot in this weather. Secondly, we have to wait for Stanley to get out of Fredbear's." Stanley? I didn't know we were babysitting him today. Plus, the weather is perfectly fine! It's at least seventy degrees and cooling down.

"Isn't today his birthday?"

"Yes it is. That's why he's at Fredbear's." Wow. His parents were workaholics. They apparently didn't have time for him on his tenth birthday! Cruel world... Wait... Idea!

"Hey... Mom? Could I go tell Stanley that you're over here, then go to my friends house?" She looked at me for a few seconds before sighing.

"Sure... Knock yourself out." She sighed, before returning her gaze to the shoes she was trying on. Awesome! I can't wait to play the new video game! Excited, I exited the store in a hurry, anxious to play the game. The sun was starting to set behind the hills, so it set this little valley in shadows. Was he at a friends all day? In about 5 minutes, I had made my way to Fazbear's, with the only light being in the room. I opened the door and made my way into the little lobby room.

"Um... Hello? I need to give a message to the birthday guy."

The employee looked up like I was the death of him, before saying in a monotone voice, "I'm sorry. You can't go in. I could deliver the message for you?"

"Could I please?" I asked. This is extremely important. Well, to me it is. He sighed, before looking back up at me.

"No." He said, crushing my hopes of wishing Stanley a happy birthday.

I sighed, "Fine. Just tell him that Mark's mom will be waiting for him at 12th street." I headed towards the door and made my way out. Looking back, the sign had a sort of demented look to it in the dark. Fredbear looked like some sort of... Demon... Shaking my head, I started walking down the sidewalk, heading towards my friends house. Slightly sad that I couldn't wish Stanley a happy tenth. Only a few steps later, a car stopped on the side of the road. Probably some parent getting their kid early. Although, he was dressed in some weird purple suit. He started walking towards Fredbear's, but stopped in front of me, blocking the sidewalk. It was a bit rude.

"Excuse me? Could I please get through?" I asked trying not to make eye contact. I have a weird thing with strangers and making eye contact. I thought he was gonna let me through, but he raised his arm and punched me in the face. He punched me square in the jaw, and some how cut a bit of my head. I turned to the building, dazed and hoping to get some support; but, he took a knife and stabbed me on the left side and to add insult to injury, he dragged it down. I knew I was losing a lot of blood quickly when I fell down. I looked up at his face and all I could see was shadows crossing his face and a sinister smile.

Flashback End

"And, I'm guessing, that you also started feeling better before seeing your dead body." I finished, waiting for her response.

There was a few seconds of silence before she had an outburst. "What! He just killed you for no reason! I mean, I guess he killed us for no reason... But still! Was this some just sick plan to him?" She was furious, you could see it all in her blue eyes.

"I don't know..."

"Well, I do see the large gash on your side." Kelly said once she calmed down. "It sort of looks like the one on my stomach and Cole's side..." She was lost in thought for a few seconds. "Do you think it means anything?"

The question caught me by surprise. Something of importance? "What?"

"Well, do you think it's symbolic of anything? Or maybe it means we're important?" I actually never really thought of that... "For instance, you gave life to us in the animatronics and you were able to possess the animatronics by yourself. Cole is probably going to be some sort of leader to the other animatronics and I'm pretty smart, plus I'm not confined to a suit." She... has a good point.

"It might be, but if it is, the Purple Guy doesn't know it. It just might." I said, thinking over the situation. If anything, it's a sign of cruelty. Just the fact that he killed us for no reason shows that. Hm...

"What time does the night shift end?" She asked, stopping my train of thoughts.

I contemplated, "Um... I think it ends at six."

"Hm. It's only three... What are we gonna tell the others tomorrow? I know you have something planned for them." Kelly asked, now sitting on top of a large box. I didn't even notice the box in here...

"Well, since I used to use the animatronics, now I have to tell them how to." She was silent for some time.

Her eyes darted over the room, before asking, "What will we do?"

"They really just need to get used to the suits; but, it shouldn't take that much time." It really shouldn't. We might even have time to talk about strategy, because strategy is the only way to faze him. She was again in deep thought, but her hands were making the slightest movements. I walked over to her, asking, "Whatcha thinking about?"

"Well, since you don't have a suit and I refuse to go in mine... Could we mess with his head? Faze him a bit?" You know... Putting in the right atmosphere could make things easier.

"It's pretty possible."

Her face dropped a bit. "How long do you think it will take for the police to start looking?" Her voice quavered, she opened her mouth to add on; but, an echo of a different voice filled the room. A very familiar voice. Kelly hopped off the box and went closer to the door. We heard another echo.

"Let's go check it out..." I hesitated. I hope he isn't...

"It's probably a good idea." She responded before hopping off the box. I need to look in there later.

More echoes from the office filled the room, with only a few noticeable words. "He doesn't seem to be talking to anyone... I wonder what he's doing?" The words were a bit jumbled, but you could clearly hear the word hello. Maybe he was talking... It doesn't look good right now.

As we walked down the hall, more words began pouring in, becoming more clear and less jumbled. "It's been a fine week here, too." Kelly looked at the walls, seemingly assessing the area some more. When the hall turned into the guard room, he was indeed on the phone.

"Yea. Hard to believe I'm only 23." He sat and listened as the other guy on the phone talked.

"Twenty three? He's only twenty three? Isn't that a bit young for a serial killer...?" Kelly asked me, freaking out a bit.

"Well... He was nineteen when he killed me. I think..." Kelly's face widened in shock. I guess the fact that someone only six years older than her brother murdered someone was kind of surprising; but, I was never a really strong kid.

The purple guy looked around as though he heard something, but continued talking on the phone. "Yea... Anyway, the reason I called. Apparently, there's this mom who is dying for adventure. I heard her kids talking about it at the party, saying she'd do anything to get a taste. So, if she calls sometime soon, you know the deal." A few seconds passed before he responded, "No problem! I'm just passing information along." He hung up the phone and looked at the clock. He chuckled slightly to himself, before pulling out his knife. God, he's demented. I turned my head towards Kelly, when I realized she wasn't here anymore.

"Kelly? Kelly?" I yelled out, not letting him hear. I walked down the hall into the dining area, where she sat on the show stage next to the animatronics.

I went to sit next to her. "My brother was really nice. He never got annoyed with me and always let me hang out with his friends, because I had trouble making my own."

"He sounds like he was always watching over you."

"He was..." Tears were sliding down her face again. "The purple guy needs to be stopped. He's done enough as it is."

"I agree with you there. And we can start when he leaves, which should be soon. Then, I can guarantee he won't be doing anything soon." Once I finished my sentence, the clocks chimed, signaling six o' clock. Sure enough, the purple guy came out of the hallways and headed toward the doors, chuckling to himself some more. "Well, Kelly, let's get started."

A/N: So... How was it? I'm honestly not sure how this is. I think it's roughly as much as it was last time. I kind of want to keep these long chapters, it will help me when I write a real book; but, that's a long ways in the future. Inspiration is a bit lacking for the next few chapters, but that will change shortly. Anyways, ButterflyWriting is out! Peace!