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"Mom? Mom, can I…" My mom scowled at me.

"Alright, how much money do you need?"

"Well, it's not money." I answered, looking down at the ground. "It's just that, there was this boy I met earlier. We talked for a little while, and he was telling me about how he went to school at a…" I didn't get much further before she moaned, putting a hand to her head.

"Melody, Melody, Melody, I told you, I just don't have the money to send you to school right now." My mom sat down in her chair, reaching for a cigarette.

"When, then?!" I shouted before I could stop myself. "I'm twelve years old and don't know how to read or write! I don't have any friends, and I hardly even go anywhere! And for what?! So you can…"

In a second, my mom was out of her chair, holding her hand out.

"Don't you give me that tone, you ungrateful little…!" I pulled back, bracing myself for the slap, but suddenly my mom stopped herself.

"You're right."

"Huh?" I looked at her in surprise.

"This way we live…it's not fair to you. This is no life for a child." She pulled herself up, looking at me. "I'll tell you what…how about we go out for pizza?" My eyes widened as I looked at her hopefully.

"At Fredbear's Diner?!" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah." Mom nodded. "Go get ready."

"Hold on." I started. "Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?"

"Consider it a way of saying I'm sorry." Mom started. "And a new start." She smiled at me. "This is a treat for you. Things are going to be different starting tonight, I promise you.

I should've known better. I should've been more suspicious, asked more questions. After all, my mom NEVER did anything nice for me.

She'd abandoned me. My own mother had left me behind at this place, most likely so she could do another of her 'jobs', and I didn't even see her go. Tears filled my eyes as I thought back to all her previous threats. Whenever I'd gotten angry or upset with her in the past, Mom had threatened to leave me somewhere alone. I never actually thought she'd go through it, but now…

I stared back inside the Diner, at the singing animatronic figures. All the kids still inside were so happy, smiling and laughing with their moms and dads. Parents who actually loved them, actually wanted them. I didn't know what that was like. And I HATED it. Before I could stop myself, I started to cry, twin streams of tears flooding down my cheeks.

"Poor little girl." I turned my head slightly to look at the guy. The sun was shining in my eyes, so I couldn't see his face. All I could see was his purple shirt.

"What are you doing out here all by yourself?"

"My mom left." I sniffled. "She just LEFT me here!"

"I'm sorry to hear that." The guy said. "Why don't you tell me where you live? I'll give you a ride back." I looked up, still trying to see his face. All I could see, however, was his smile as he held a hand out to me. "Trust me." He seemed friendly enough…but there was just something OFF about him.

"No thank you." I tried to walk away…but he grabbed my arm and started to pull me towards his car.

"Get over here!"

"Augh! Let me go!" I struggled to get out of his grip, but he wasn't letting go so easily.

"Stop struggling!" At this point, he almost had me to his car. I kept squirming, trying to get free, and finally he seemed to have enough. He grabbed something out of his car…and the next thing I knew; sharp, cold metal pierced my chest. I gasped sharply, and the man seemed to realize what he'd done as soon as I had. He dropped me to the ground and started muttering to himself.

"Crap. What do I do now?! I can't just leave her body here!" That was when it hit me. REALLY hit me. He'd stabbed me. I was going to die.

No! I can't die! I'm just a kid! I can't…I won't!

My vision started to fade as I tried to lift my head.

I'm not going to die. Not before I make him pay. Him, AND my mom. And every other selfish, lying grown-up!

The last thing I saw was a face in the window-a white face with a permanently smiling mouth and purple tear tracks under its eyes.

My eyes snapped open as I slowly came back to myself. It took a second for me to remember everything. Right-I was Mike Schmidt. Current night guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. And…oh yeah, I'd just been captured by Golden Freddy.

"Look who's awake." I whipped around to see a little ghost girl sitting on top of the motionless Golden Freddy's head. She looked to be twelve, with slightly spiky chin-length hair and angry black eyes. Unlike Ian and the other kids, she was dark gray, almost black, instead of silver. I noticed she had a slight blush on her cheeks-like the puppet I'd seen. She was also pretty tall and thin, like it had been.

"You're Melody?" I asked. She sneered at me.

"Yeah. And you're the guy who's been stealing my friends from me."

Your friends?! If they were your friends, you wouldn't be brainwashing them to kill for you! I looked at the girl, who crossed her arms.

"Before I stuff you into a suit, I'm sure you have a few questions."

"Yeah." I answered, pulling myself up from the floor. "First of all, how is he fixed?" I pointed at Golden Freddy. "Travis tore him apart the other night."

"You'd be surprised at what I can do."

"Like showing me how you died just now?"

"That's right." She sneered. "I had to suffer when I was alive and when I died, because of grown-ups, why shouldn't I return the favor?"

I was tempted to point out that I technically wasn't a grown-up yet, as I wasn't even out of my teens, but instead I said

"I don't blame you." Whatever she was expecting, it obviously wasn't that. Melody's eyes widened a little as she looked at me.

"What?"

"I can understand you're angry. Believe me, I've been hurt by adults too. Well, more specifically, one adult…"

"Why should I believe you?!" She spat, leaning over to glare at me.

"Because I'm trying to help you." I said, trying to stay calm. "That's the reason I've kept coming back night after night in spite of the danger. I want to help you and the others." I looked at her seriously.

"I can understand you're angry, but punishing every innocent person who comes to work here will only make you hurt more. Just believe in me, and I can help you and the others find peace, and move on." I held out my hand to her.

"Trust me." Melody's pupils shrunk, and I immediately realized my mistake.

"You're lying! You're lying! YOU'RE LYING!" Golden Freddy came alive again, letting out a shriek and starting towards me again. Never in my life had I moved faster than I did to get away from the golden bear. Soon enough, I had to move again as he lunged at me. I looked from Golden Freddy to Melody, and I noticed that tears, real tears, angry tears were pouring down her cheeks.

"I won't let you take them away from me!"

"They never wanted any part of this!" I shouted back as I jumped out of the way. "Why do you think Ian's been trying to stop you all this time?! Why do you think him and now Tricia and Hope, have been helping me?! They don't want revenge; all they want is to move on!"

"SHUT UP!"

"Can't you see how much you're hurting them?!" Both Melody and Golden Freddy screamed, the combination of little girl and animatronic screeching hurting my ears. Before I knew what was happening, I was knocked to the ground again. I tried to blink stars out of my vision as Melody/Golden Freddy rounded on me.

Suddenly, a large brown shape came barreling out of the shadows and started grappling with Golden Freddy.

"Well?!" Tricia asked. "You gonna keep lyin' there, or are you going to get out of here?!" Before I could even think to answer, I was lifted up quick as a flash. The walls were a blur as I was carried back to the office. I didn't even need to look down.

"Ian, where's Hope?"

"Over here!" I turned to see the yellow animatronic chicken waving from the office entrance. Ian ran in with me and set me down in my chair.

"Are you alright?!" He asked, his face filled with concern.

"A bit dazed, but I'm okay." I answered. "What about Tricia?"

"I think she'll be okay." Hope said. "She's strong enough to handle herself in Freddy."

Sure enough, as soon as she'd said this, Tricia joined us, wiping the dust off her paws.

"That was fun." She said sarcastically. I stared straight ahead, thinking of what I'd seen before waking up.

I understand everything now.

"Hello? Earth to night guard?" Tricia said.

"You sure you're okay, Mike?" Ian asked.

What could I say? Tonight was the closest I'd ever come to dying. Hell, I would've died if the kids hadn't come to save me. All because of a little girl who'd been abused by her parent. A little girl who knew nothing but misery almost all her life. A little girl who'd learned early on the cruelty adults were capable of and not to trust them.

A little girl…just like me.

A/N: I'm pretty proud of this one :) It's the first time I've written in more than one POV per chapter. Now then, I'm sure you guys have a couple questions, so allow me to address a few here-Melody can't possess Golden Freddy, like she once possessed the Marionette, however, she CAN manipulate him-like putting him back together and using him, mostly making him appear in the night guard's office for a few seconds to scare them. However, if she gets angry enough, she CAN make him attack night guards, kind of like how she manipulates the other kids. Also, the reason she's dark gray instead of silver in this chapter is because as time goes on and she becomes more and more angry and vengeful, she comes to resemble the Marionette more and more. That was always my plan-in a sense, Melody is both the Marionette and Golden Freddy. Well, I hope you guys liked this. Now, be kind and leave me some reviews? Reviews make me write faster!

PS-What's with the people who want Mike dead?! You guys are bloodthirsty!