A/N: *Pokes head out of hidey hole* Huh. Weird. I expected people to be tearing into me after that last chapter-not that I'm complaining. Though if I'm completely honest, I'm a bit disappointed that no one went to give Ian a hug. I mean c'mon, the poor kid needs it! Anyway, I have an announcement-after this chapter I'm going to take a short break from the main fic to work on a three-chapter side story. That doesn't mean I'm giving up on this though-quite the contrary. We're in the final stretch here, and I intend to see this story through to the end. Though I AM going to be evil and leave you guys with a cliffhanger...just because I CAN.

Disclaimer: I'm not Scott Cawthon, and as such don't own the Five Nights at Freddy's games.

"Mom, Dad? I'm home!" I walked in through the door, my backpack slung over my shoulder. My mother beamed as I walked in, walking up to hug me.

"Mike! Oh, it's been so long…it's so good to see you again!" I giggled a bit embarrassedly as she kissed my cheek.

"Mom, it's only been a couple months!" I told her.

"Maybe so, but it'll be great to have you back for at least a little while!"

"I'll say." Fritz walked in, smiling at me. "It wouldn't be Christmas without you, big brother."

"Hope you guys have room for one more." I said. At that moment, Summer walked in, all smiles.

"Mike invited me over for the holidays. My parents are overseas, so it's just gonna be me."

"It's no problem at all!" My dad answered. "Any friend of Mike is welcome here-especially a pretty one like you." He beamed at me. "I'm so proud of you, son."

Suddenly, everything seemed to stop.

I was back in college? Fritz acknowledged me as her brother? I had a girlfriend? My dad was proud of me? I looked in a mirror, and for a second my reflection looked like an older version of the brown-haired, bright-eyed boy I'd been as a kid before shifting to how I really looked-gray hair, dead eyes and all. My reflection opened its mouth and said

"Wake up."

My eyes snapped open, and the first thing I saw was blue. It took me about a second to realize that I was looking into Summer's eyes. She gasped in relief, her black-lipsticked mouth spreading wide in a smile.

"He's awake!"

"Huh?" My mom came over, her eyes red from crying.

"Oh, Mike!" She broke down. "When Fritz called us in the middle of the night and said you'd been hurt, and were in the hospital…I was so scared!"

"Wha…? Hospital?"

Suddenly, it all came back to me. I saw flashes of red, then silver, then white and yellow as the memories came flooding back to me. I started to reach up to grab my head…only to wince and pull my shoulder back as fresh pain shot through it.

"AGH!"

"Mike!"

"Easy there, young man." The doctor, a balding, middle-aged man of Asian descent said, walking over to me. "Your rotator cuff was torn, so you shouldn't try to stress your arm muscles for a little while."

"Right…" I said, looking at the bandages on my left shoulder. "How…how long have I been in here, Doc?"

"Almost 48 hours." He answered. "With the blood loss and shock you experienced…well, your sister was almost hysterical when she called for help." I blinked. Fritz? I looked over at her, and she pretended to be interested in a crack in the wall. The doctor continued.

"The good news is, you're alright now. Just try not to strain yourself like I said, okay?" I nodded.

"Alright, doc."

"Can…can I talk to him before we go, doctor? Alone?" my mom asked.

"Of course." With a single nod he, Summer, and Fritz left, Summer giving me a quick kiss on the forehead before walking out.

"Where's Dad?" I asked before Mom could talk.

"He's…busy." My mom answered, looking off to the side uncomfortably. "He found a new job, and…" I just snorted. That figured. Why WOULD my dad come and see his only son when he was in the hospital?

Mom gave me a serious look all of a sudden.

"We need to talk."

"You told Mom?" It was an hour later. Mom and Fritz had taken me back home…but not before Mom revealed that Fritz had told her everything.

"Yeah, what's the big deal?" Fritz asked, putting her hands on her hips. "I told her that Foxy went crazy and tried to attack me, and you got hurt trying to protect me from him. I didn't tell her about the dead kids or anything. It's not like she would've believed me. To be honest, I'm still having trouble believing that part myself." She looked off to the side, and I was quiet for a long time, thinking. After a while, Fritz broke the silence.

"Mr. Fazbirch fired me." I looked at her.

"What? Why?"

"After I called an ambulance for you, I got a rebar and tried to go after the animatronics…or kids, or whatever the hell they are."

"You tried to attack them?"

"Yeah, so?! One of them HURT you!"

Her expression softened as she sighed.

"Mike…I'm sorry. About everything. All those years…everything I did and said to you…I was such a brat." She raised her eyes to meet mine. "I know I don't show it much…or at all, but I really do care about you. When Foxy, or Ian," she sighed, "Whoever he was bit into you-and you passed out…I thought I was going to lose you." She took a handful of hair in her hand. "If you died…" I sighed and looked at her seriously.

"All I want…all I want is for you to treat me like a brother. For things to be the way they used to be between us. When we were close. Can we try and be like that again? Ten years is more than enough." Fritz looked at me.

"Okay. I'll try." She smiled a little. "Thanks for saving me, by the way."

"Sure."

"By the way, Mr. Fazbirch gave you the rest of the week off, got another guy to fill in your shift. If…if you still want to go back, that is." I sighed heavily.

"I don't know, Fritz. I just…I don't know what to do now." She scowled.

"I knew they were dangerous! You almost died because of your little 'friend'!"

Suddenly, I remembered something.

"Hey, y'know, you never answered my question." Fritz blinked at me.

"Huh?"

"Where'd you get that purple shirt?"

"This is going to sound kind of stupid…but I have no idea where it came from." Fritz admitted. "As I was about to head out for my first…my only night of work, I just kind of found it folded on the doorstep. It came with this note." She handed a crumbled piece of paper to me, and I unfolded it, and started to read:

Heard about your new gig. I would advise wearing this, for good luck. It really helped me when I worked at Freddy's back in '83. Don't worry, I made sure to wash it.

A purple shirt. 1983.

I started running over everything in my mind over and over again-and finally it all clicked.

"I'm an idiot."

"Mike?" Fritz stared at me as I shot up and started pacing.

"How did I not see it before? It was right in front of my face-I should've seen it sooner. And when I kept going back…he set you up. Set us BOTH up."

"Who?!" Fritz demanded.

"He needed us out of the way, so he left you the shirt and…"

"MIKE!" Fritz shouted. "What are you talking about?! Who needs us out of the way?!"

"The Purple Man." I answered, looking at her seriously. "The man who killed the kids. He was wearing a purple shirt when he did it." Fritz's eyes widened a little.

"So when Foxy saw me wearing that shirt…he thought I was him?"

"Looks like it." I said with a nod. "That bastard had this all planned out…ugh, I can't believe I'm just NOW getting it."

"What do you mean?" Fritz asked. "You know who this 'Purple Man' is?"

"Yeah." I said, staring out the window with a determined look on my face. "The one person with the most reason to want Freddy Fazbear's shut down for good."

Meanwhile, Mr. Fazbirch sighed miserably as he removed the chip from Foxy's head. He felt dirty inside-rotten. One of his employees had gotten hurt, and it was all his fault. He was drawn out of his miserable thoughts at the sound of the door opening.

"You did good, boss. Real good." Mr. Fazbirch glared at the other man.

"You underhanded, miserable…!" The man laughed in the doorway, the light obscuring his features.

"Hello pot, my name is kettle." He snickered a little more. "So…looks like you're in the market for a new night guard. I went ahead and updated my resume and everything." He tossed some papers to the ground, and Mr. Fazbirch looked from him to them.

"You and I both know you've got no choice but to hire me back." The man said with a sneer. "Schmidt's not coming back-not after what happened to him. I doubt he'd want to set one foot in Freddy's ever again." Mr. Fazbirch let out a defeated sigh, looking down at the ground.

"Alright. You win. You can start tonight."

"I'll be ready." The man looked around the restaurant, one final evil smirk crossing his features. "Ah, Freddy Fazbear's. It's been far too long."

Jeremy Fitzgerald finally stepped inside the restaurant, wearing his favorite purple shirt and a sinister look.

"Time to finish what I started all those years ago…"

A/N: Everyone who correctly guessed that Jeremy is the Purple Man, give yourselves a pat on the back. And now he's back at Freddy Fazbear's. The kids' murderer is back-what will happen to them now? You'll just have to wait and see. Until then, keep your eyes peeled for 'Adventures in Animatronic Sitting'. And, as always, leave me lots of reviews!