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Everything was pretty much a blur after I got back to Mike's office. All I remember was Fritz taking off her jacket…and then she was gone. He was in her place. Images started flashing through my mind, and I was only faintly aware of Mike calling my name.
Suddenly, I was teleported back to Tricia and Travis' tenth birthday-to the day I was murdered. I screamed as the man who had been wearing the Golden Freddy suit reached out and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, a large knife in his other hand.
"IAN!" Hope screamed. I squirmed in the man's grip, trying to get free.
"No, NO!" I begged, tears rolling down my face. "Please, don't hurt me!"
The next thing I knew, cold steel went through my stomach, a sharp gasp leaving me. I had been stabbed. All around me, my friends screamed again, and I could hear them trying to get out as the man tossed me roughly to the side. Hope screamed as the man caught her by her hair, shouting for her Uncle Franklin. She was in trouble, and I couldn't do anything to help her. I let out my final breath before everything went black.
I went back to the present, letting out a screech. He was back. After what he'd done to us, how he'd hurt me, hurt Hope, hurt the twins…on their birthday, that man decided to show his face again.
I'd promised myself I wouldn't hurt anyone ever again…but this was different. I lunged at the killer…only for Tricia and Travis to hold me back, grabbing either of my arms. The Purple Man took the opportunity to escape, jumping out of his chair and running down the hall, Mike shouting after him.
"Ian, what are you doing?!" Tricia demanded as she continued to hold me back.
"What am I doing?! What are you doing?! He's getting away!" That's what I WANTED to say. Instead, another screech came from my mouth and I whipped around, trying to get out from their grip.
"What's wrong with him?!" I heard Hope ask, concerned. "Ian, snap out of it!" The sound of her voice actually caused me to freeze for a second.
"Alright, let's get you cooled down, Ian." Travis said.
And like that, I was back to violently trying to escape.
"I'm trying to help you, you jerk! Let me GO!" Again, I could only screech like an animal. I probably should've been more worried…but at the moment, I didn't care. I wanted to get out-to get the Purple Guy, now that he was really there, that it was really him.
Whipping around, I snapped at Travis, and he let out a cry of surprise before letting go of me. After that, I just wiggled my other arm, the one with my good hand, out of Tricia's grasp, and bolted down the hall, where I saw a flash of purple disappearing around the corner.
Get back here! I'm not done with you!
Never in my unlife had I run faster than I did then, my determination speeding me up until I had caught up with the Purple Guy. I lunged at him, opened my mouth wide…and bit down. The Purple Guy's eyes widened in shock, and behind me I heard my friends scream. It took me five whole seconds to realize why. My vision cleared, and it was then that I saw that it wasn't the Purple Guy I had been chasing. It was Fritz. And she wasn't the one I'd just attacked.
"AUGGGHHHHH!" Mike's pained scream split the air, and I gasped in horror, causing him to fall back onto the floor.
"Mike!" He lifted his right hand to his left shoulder to look at the blood coming from his injuries and I started to walk over to him. He actually backed away from me, his eyes and mouth wide with horror. Just like how he looked when he was ten...
I reached up with my good hand, touching my teeth and gasping again as I brought my hand up to see blood. MIKE'S blood.
"No!" I shook my head, trying to make it all go away. "No, no no no, not again! Not again!"
"What have you done?!" Fritz glared at me in fury, and I couldn't stop myself from flinching.
"I didn't mean to!" I sniffed, looking back at Mike. "Mike!" He just kept looking at me with that horrified expression for a few seconds before his eyes rolled back in his head and closed.
"NO!"
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Fritz stepped in front of her brother, shielding him from us. From me. "All of you, get BACK!" She glared around at Tricia, Travis, and Hope before her gaze settled on me, and she said in a cold tone.
"Jeremy was right about you!"
That did it. I turned and ran down the hall, away from Mike, away from Fritz, away from the twins, even away from Hope as she shouted my name. I just kept running, and didn't stop until I reached Pirates' Cove, going inside the safety of the dark curtains. My hook glinted in the darkness. I looked at it…and Foxy's reflection looked back. I clenched my good hand into a fist as I suddenly realized that I didn't even remember what my own face looked like anymore.
"ARRRRGHHHHH!" With an angry cry, I jabbed my hook into the wood of the large prop pirate ship. I pulled it out and kept attacking the ship, again and again, letting out all of my anger at once.
I wasn't Ian Connors anymore, I finally realized. He'd been dead for thirteen years. I was Foxy-an animatronic, a robot, A KILLING machine! It didn't matter that I'd tried to be good and not hurt people anymore, I'd still taken their lives, like my own life had been taken from me a long time ago. I'd mutilated a little girl's head, damaged her forever…and now nine years later, I hurt her brother. My friend!
I stuck my hook into the ship one more time, the last of my anger fading as I thought back to the horrified look on Mike's face. The first friend I'd had for a long time, the first person to try and help me and my friends, to treat me like I was human…and I hurt him! The worst part was that he'd gotten hurt trying to protect his sister from me. To keep me from biting her again.
Jeremy was right about you.
I didn't know who that was-and it didn't matter. It was obvious what Fritz thought of me. Not that I could blame her.
Before I could stop myself, I started crying. I couldn't even blame Melody for this one-I didn't hear her voice at all. I sank down against the ship as I kept crying, hugging my knees. I could see a faint silvery glow on my fur, which meant that my soul had appeared again. Like it mattered. I wasn't that little boy anymore. I wasn't even human. I hadn't been in a long time.
I'm a monster.
A/N: That was depressing to write. But TBH, I've been waiting to write this chapter for a long time. Now, before anyone asks, no, Mike is NOT dead. Only two other people are going to die in this story-and you can probably guess who one of them is. Now then, if you'll excuse me...*Goes to hide in a trench to shield myself from the angry/sad reviews I'm bound to get now*