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"Let me see if I get this straight." Fritz raised an eyebrow at me, crossing her arms. "Freddy's a girl?"

"No caterpillar face, the soul inside of him is a girl." I snapped. Fritz glared at me as she covered her eyebrows, an angry blush crossing her face.

"Whatever! And now she's helping you like Fo-I mean, 'Ian', instead of trying to kill you?"

"Looks like it." I answered, sipping my grape juice.

It was the next day. I had decided to tell Fritz about the previous night after about five hours of sleep. Though between my insomnia and my excitement about what had happened last night, it was kind of hard.

I'd managed to help free one of the kids' souls! Against all odds, and sanity, I'd helped her to break free of Melody's control. Now, maybe with two possessed animatronics helping me, I'd be able to work on freeing the others, and find a way to get them all free of those robot bodies. I just felt so…proud. Like I'd done something right for once.

You know how when you try and make a drawing or cook something, and you surprise yourself when it turns out really, REALLY good? That's pretty much how I felt. And I had to tell someone. Fritz, as difficult as she could be, was still the only one who knew about my situation, so I waited around until after she got home from high school. Yes, I'd had to confront her in the garage while she was fixing her car, but it would have to do. She'd always been into mechanics, and once she got started on a machine, there was no tearing her away until she was done.

"So now what?" Fritz asked, wiping some grease from her forehead. "You going to talk the rest of them to normal?"

"Well, it worked on Tricia." I shrugged. Fritz sighed.

"You're going to get yourself killed, you know that?"

"No I'm not." I argued, sipping even more of my juice. "With both Ian and Tricia helping me now, I should be okay." Fritz put her wrench down, facepalming.

"I can't believe you can talk about this all so calmly."

"Well, no one ever accused me of being normal before." I reminded her. I started to walk off, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Fritz's expression being replaced with a look of concern.

"Hey, Mike?" I turned slightly.

"Eh?" She shook her head.

"Forget it."

I went back inside…and saw a familiar figure sitting on the couch.

"Jeremy?"

"Oh, Mike!" My mom looked at me. "Mr. Fitzgerald came looking for you."

"What are you doing here?" I asked, probably a bit too bluntly.

"Mike!" My mom said, but Jeremy just smiled.

"It's alright, Mrs. Schmidt." He looked at me. "Just wanted to talk to you about a few things. Work stuff." My eyes opened a little, and I nodded.

"Right…"

"Could we step outside?" He asked me.

"Yeah, sure." I answered nonchalantly. Jeremy stood up, and I followed him outside. We went onto the porch, and Jeremy looked around to make sure that nobody was watching before turning to me.

"Mike…" He started, "I'm afraid that I haven't been completely honest with you."

I felt my heart skip a beat. Did he know about Ian? Did he know something about the other kids? I forced myself to remain calm as Jeremy reached into his shirt pocket, pulling out a photograph, which he handed to me. I took the picture, studying it carefully.

It was of a little boy, maybe about six, with brown hair and big gray eyes. He was smiling and waving happily at the camera.

"You know about the Bite of '87, right?" Jeremy's tone was somber as he looked at me.

"Only too well." I answered just as somberly. It took all of my willpower to not automatically look at Fritz, who was just finishing up her car.

"That wasn't the first time one of the animatronics hurt a kid." Jeremy said. "1983, Daniel Fitzgerald. My son." My eyes shot up towards him.

"Your…"

"This was when it was still Fredbear's Family Diner." Jeremy said. "The only animatronics were Golden Freddy, or Fredbear and Spring Bonnie. Danny hated those things. They scared him." There was a faraway look in his eyes as he spoke.

"My other son, Xavier, teased him about it. He loved scaring his little brother, particularly when they started work on the other animatronics. He'd wear a Foxy mask and pop out from behind the sofa to scare Danny. I tried to make him stop, told him to stop scaring his little brother, but he got a real kick out of seeing Danny cry." He sighed. "But then one day, Xavier and his friends took things too far.

"I'd just been hired as a guard. Money was tight, and I needed to make ends meet. I didn't even know what Xavier and his friends were planning to do to poor Danny."

"What…what did they do?" I asked, dreading the answer. Jeremy buried his hands in his face, letting out another deep sigh. About three seconds passed, and I was about to ask if he was okay, but Jeremy seemed to come back to himself.

"I heard Danny's screams, and ran out just in time to see Xavier and the others putting him in Fredbear's mouth." Jeremy's breath came out in shaky gasps. "And then Fredbear's jaws came down as he started to sing...crushing Danny's head."

I couldn't speak for about five seconds. I was paralyzed with shock. My sister had gotten her head bitten and that still traumatized me to this day, but I'd only gotten there after the bite actually happened. But Jeremy…he'd actually seen his own child get hurt like that…

"My God." I said when I found my voice again. "Jeremy, that's terrible. I'm so sorry…" Jeremy looked up at me, and I noticed that his eyes were shining with unshed tears.

"He'd have been about your age by now, I think. Give or take a few years." I didn't know whether or not he was talking to me or to himself, but either way, it touched on feelings I didn't think I had anymore.

"Kids can be cruel, Mike." Jeremy said. "Yes, they can act like perfect angels to get their way, but when you're not looking…well; you might want to keep that in mind when you're around that friend of yours."

I promptly spat my grape juice onto Jeremy's shirt. I probably should've apologized, but I was too busy being shocked.

"Ian?!" I asked in surprise. "You know about him?!"

"I keep in the loop." Jeremy said mysteriously. "I've heard a couple guards who were lucky enough to get out with their lives talking about how 'Foxy' was acting funny. And since you've made it this far…well, I figured you had to have some help. Or you're just supernaturally lucky." He raised an eyebrow, not seeming to notice or care about the purple stain that was spreading over his shirt. "Ian, huh?"

My heart started to race. If he knew about Ian, what else did he know?!

"My advice to you-don't trust him." Jeremy said, taking the picture of Danny back from me. "He is still a vengeful spirit, after all. And…"

"You're wrong." I said, cutting him off. "He doesn't want revenge. Heck, I'd probably be dead ten times over if I hadn't had him helping me. And…" I stopped myself before I accidentally gave away Tricia, too.

"Open your eyes, Mike. You think he's just some good kid?! He's killed before in the past, who's to say he won't snap again one day?"

"He doesn't do that anymore." I insisted, trying not to glare at him. "He just wants to get out, I know him well enough to know that…"

Finally, Jeremy lost his temper.

"GODDAMMIT MIKE, WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?! HE'S A MONSTER, LIKE THE REST OF THEM!"

I actually started to lunge forward before my mom called out from the living room.

"What's going on?! Is everything alright out there?!"

"Everything's just fine." Jeremy answered. "I was just about to leave." He gave me a hard look.

"All I'm trying to do is help you. I'd advise you pick your friends a little more carefully, Mike. Ian may have been a kid once, but that was a long time ago." And with those final words, he left. I barely even noticed Fritz staring at us.

A/N: Oh dear. Well, that just goes to show you, at Freddy's everything isn't always as it seems. What will happen now? Will Mike be able to save the other kids with Ian and Tricia's help? Oh and hey, I'm going to take a page out of Elhini Prime's book and write a couple oneshot short stories to go with this-might want to keep your eyes out for one which I'm going to be putting up soon. In it, Mike's dad gets his comeuppance, AND it contains an event that will be important later in this story.

That's right, I found a way to make the events of the fourth game work with my story :) One thing about being a writer-you have to be flexible. One other thing about being a writer-reviews make us go faster. So could you guys press that little review button over there? Thanks :)