A/N: As promised, this chapter is longer than the last one. Also, it's from Hope's POV, for a change, since we didn't get to see her thoughts yet.

Disclaimer: Scott Cawthon is a married man with kids. I'm a single demiromantic asexual college girl. As such, I'm not Scott Cawthon, and don't own Five Nights at Freddy's.

"Is he still in there?" I nodded sadly, looking inside Pirates' Cove, where Ian had been sitting alone in the darkness since before Freddy Fazbear's opened. Travis walked over to the small opening in the curtains, putting his hands on his hips.

"Look Ian. I don't know what happened yesterday, but you can't just stay in there forever! You have to come out, man!" Ian didn't answer.

"Ian?" I asked. I was really worried about him. I didn't know what was happening to him, and I was really scared. What if it happened to the rest of us? Or worse, what if it was just Ian, and I had to watch as my friend went crazy and hurt people again? I mean, yes Travis, Tricia and I could hold him back, but still! When we were alive, he'd always been so sweet and quiet, and seeing him like THAT…

But then again, we weren't alive anymore, were we? We weren't even human. I felt like crying.

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by Tricia's annoyed growl.

"What are you doing here?! Haven't you done enough already?!" I turned around to see Melody floating above us.

"Look, I know you guys don't like me much…"

"Yeah, no kidding!" Travis snapped, interrupting her.

"What did you do to Ian?!" I asked before I could stop myself.

"I didn't do anything!" Melody insisted. "I just came to warn you…"

A red blur suddenly shot out of Pirates' Cove. For the second time in a little more than twelve hours, Ian was standing over someone, looking scary. This time, though, it didn't bother me that much. Somehow, he was able to catch the collar of Melody's shirt with his hook, holding her up to his face.

"Get me out of here." He growled in a low voice. "I don't want to be this way anymore. Get me out of Foxy!"

"Me too!" Tricia added in. "I don't want to be Freddy anymore!"

"Get us out of these furballs!" Travis said.

"I don't know how!" Melody shouted, looking panicked.

"What?!" Ian almost shrieked in her face, shaking her a little. "You're the one who put us in here! You made us hurt people-you made me hurt my FRIEND!" Melody looked surprised.

"What? But…I thought you wanted revenge…"

"On who, exactly?!" Tricia demanded. "Mike's not the guy who killed us! NONE of the people you've sent us after have been!"

"I just want to go home!" I added in, with a sob in my voice. Melody looked from each one of us to the other. It was like she suddenly realized what exactly she'd done to us.

"I…I…" Tricia glared at her.

"Just let her go, Ian. She's not worth it." Ian let her go, and now Melody was the one who looked like she wanted to cry.

"I just wanted to help."

"You've helped enough." I said with a glare. Melody disappeared and Ian turned around, heading back into Pirates' Cove.

"Hey, um, guys?" I asked the twins. "Think you could give us a few moments? I want to try talking to him alone."

"Alright, but I wish you luck with that." Travis said. He and Tricia walked off, and I went inside Pirates' Cove.

"Ian?" He sat back down and buried his head in his knees. I walked forward a little, really scared for him. "Ian, please talk to me."

"…I'm not."

"Huh?"

"I'm not Ian." He answered. "Not anymore-but I'm not Foxy…I don't know who or what I am anymore!" He put his hand and hook to his head with a sob, his soul appearing, and I hurried forward in a panic and grabbed his arms. Foxy and Ian both looked at me as I said

"You're my friend! You helped me, helped all of us! And you've been helping protect innocent people from us when Melody was controlling us!" I got down on my knees, barely noticing the silver glow on my own feathers as I looked into Ian's (or was it Foxy's? Gah! So confusing!) eyes.

"You've been really brave, Ian, and I'm really happy for you! If I'd been in your shoes…I don't think I'd have been able to keep going…"

"Yeah but…I don't know what's happening to me." Ian sniffed. "Something's wrong with me…"

"No!" I said. "Whatever happened, it's over now! You're not trying to hurt anyone!"

"But what if I do again?! I already hurt Mike…I tried to hurt Fritz…" He sniffled. "I'm a monster!"

"Then what does that make me?! Do you think I'm a monster, Ian?!"

"No, of course not! I could never…!"

"Then stop talking about yourself that way!" I hugged him, not even caring about his hook and teeth. "You're good! I know you'd never hurt anyone if you could help it." For a while, he just sat there. Then he leaned forward and hugged me, too.

"Hey…" Ian said quietly after a while, "Hope?"

"Yeah?" I pulled out of the hug and looked at him. His soul disappeared, but it didn't matter. Even if he was in Foxy, he was still that shy, quiet boy I'd known when we were alive.

"This…this is kind of like when you visited me when I was seven. You know, when I had the flu?" He smiled a little goofily, and I giggled.

"I remember that. You were so worried that you were going to get me sick too, but I still stayed with you, and hugged you when Uncle Franklin said that we had to go." Ian giggled a little himself, and for a moment it looked like he was back to his old self. Then he sighed, looking back down at the ground.

"Hey…Hope?"

"Yeah?"

I didn't get a chance to find out what he wanted to ask me. Tricia's scream suddenly echoed through the hall.

A/N: Yeah, kids? Should've listened to Melody when she tried to warn you about Jeremy...

So, I just want to thank you guys for sticking with me this long. I really appreciate it-especially since I looked back and saw some of the mistakes I made-especially when it comes to Fritz's condition. At some point, I'm going to have to go back and see if I can fix those...but for now, keep being awesome and send me reviews! Please?