A/N: Hello, people. I wasn't going to post this chapter until tomorrow, but since it's FNAFs anniversary, I decided to go ahead and put it up tonight. Damn, this fandom is so huge it's hard to believe it's only been one year. So, in honor of Five Nights' birthday, here's the next chapter. Thanks to all of you for all your reviews and follows. My hope is that this becomes my most-reviewed story on here, and maybe even a mention or two on TV Tropes? Sorry, I'm just being greedy now 0/0 Well, on to the story.

Disclaimer: Scott Cawthon is a 44-year-old married man and father. I'm a single college-aged girl. Therefore, I'm not him, and as such, don't own Five Nights at Freddy's.

"Yeah, the Marionette was a problem when I was working at Freddy's." Jeremy said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Had to keep winding a music box or it'd jump out and try to strangle me."

"She." Jeremy raised an eyebrow, looking at me.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing." I said quickly, wanting to kick myself.

It was the next day. I'd agreed to meet with Jeremy, so we could discuss our experiences more.

"Right…" Jeremy said. "Anyway, there were the old animatronics and new, more cutesy versions." He chuckled a little. "Toy Chica? Please. Why they thought it was a good idea to have a sexy chicken in booty shorts as a mascot in a children's pizza place is beyond me." I winced a little at the thought.

"Why did the toy animatronics come after you?" I asked. "Were those possessed too?"

"Nah." Jeremy answered. "They really were malfunctioning. Though I wouldn't be surprised if they were possessed, with the way they acted. Maybe there was something more going on there…"

So yeah, Jeremy knew about the dead children. So I'd decided to be honest with him about that. Well, for the most part. Ian had still been under Melody's control during his time as night guard, so I decided to keep him my little secret.

"They didn't have any doors in the old place." Jeremy continued. "Just me, a flashlight, and a Freddy mask. It only worked on the toy animatronics, though. The old models weren't fooled for a second." He scoffed. "Probably cause the kids knew better." He wiped his mouth with a purple napkin. "I know they were angry about what happened to them, but couldn't they tell that not every night guard who came to work at Freddy's was the man who killed them?"

"They're kids." I said, playing innocent. "All they know for certain about their killer was that he was a night guard."

"I suppose you've got a point." Jeremy said. "Still though-all those people dying senselessly…"

"I want to try and help them." I said without skipping a beat. "I might be crazy, but I want to help them find peace and move on. Then maybe, I dunno, there'd be no more need for senseless bloodshed."

Jeremy put his coffee down and looked at me with a serious expression.

"Mike…you're right." I put down my water, which I'd started to raise to my lips, and looked at him. Jeremy then knit his eyebrows together.

"You are crazy."

"Not the first time I've heard that one." I answered. "Trust me, I've heard every insult in the book. I could care less what other people think of me."

Jeremy smirked.

"You've got spunk kid, I'll give you that. Hell, you've lasted this long, maybe…I dunno, you'll find some way through this." His eyes widened. "Wait a second. So that day we met in the library, when you were looking up all that spirit stuff…"

"It was to try and help the kids." I confirmed. "See if there was some way to get their souls out of the animatronics."

"Look, Mike…" Jeremy looked around to make sure that nobody was around to listen to us before leaning closer to me. "What if they don't WANT to leave? What if their souls are so tainted with anger and revenge that they want to stay, to make sure everyone suffers like they did?"

"Like I said, they're just children." I answered simply. "They can't have THAT much hatred in them. I have to at least try."

"Crazy bastard." Jeremy said, shaking his head. "Risking your life for some kids who'd just as soon see you dead."

It took all of my self-control to not glare at him, though I clenched my hands into fists under the table. Jeremy didn't know better. All the kids had still been crazy when he worked there. But since I knew the truth, that the kids didn't even want any part of this, I couldn't help but feel a bit angry at how he was talking about them like they were cold-blooded killers.

"But since you're so determined to save them, I'll humor you." Jeremy said. "I'll tell you what, you focus on staying alive, I'll do all the research. See what I can find about exorcising them, or whatever you want to call it." I looked at him, not believing it.

"You're serious?" I asked.

"Yeah, why not?" Jeremy answered with a shrug. "You're still young. You've got your whole life ahead of you. It'd be a shame if you got yourself killed before you get laid." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I'm asexual, so that wasn't going to happen soon anyway."

"Before you get your first kiss, then." Jeremy said.

"Well…thanks for the help." I said, standing up. "Let me know if you find anything, okay?"

"Of course, of course." Jeremy said, shaking my hand. "Like I said though, you try and stay alive. You won't be able to help ANYONE if you're dead."

"Hey, Ian." I said as I walked into my office. The little boy-turned-fox animatronic walked out of the shadows, looking at the paper in my hand.

"What's that?" He asked.

"My first paycheck." I informed him, scowling at the meager amount on the check. "Not much, considering I almost got killed at least twice, and had to spend some of last night hiding. Still, I guess it's something."

"What is it with grown-ups and money?" Ian asked, scratching his head with his hook.

"Hey, I stuck around this place for five whole nights." I said, sitting down in my chair. "I think I deserve SOMETHING for my troubles, little boy."

"Little boy?!" Ian said indignantly. "I'm bigger than you!"

"I'm older." I said breezily.

"That's only because I never got the chance to grow up!" He argued. "If I'd lived, I'd be…" He started counting off his fingers with his hook, and I checked the cameras.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. All of them are out."

"Mike…?" Ian started, "What'll you do if tonight is like last night? If the power goes out again? I don't think we'll be able to hide again." He looked at me nervously, and I answered

"I dunno, can you copter me out with your tail?" Ian cocked his head to the side like a dog.

"Never mind." I said. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there. For now, let's just…"

I didn't get a chance to finish. The lights started flickering again, and once more Golden Freddy appeared in my office. Before either me or Ian could do anything, he lunged right at me.

A/N: Uh-oh! It looks like Melody's got Mike! Or does she? Remember, not everything is as it seems at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. BTW, Mike comparing Ian to Tails was meant to be an inside joke, since I imagine my version of Mike sounding like Sonic from Sonic Boom XD Now then, be kind and give me reviews? Please?