A/N: Back to Mike's POV. Will he be able to save the kids? How will this all end?

Disclaimer: I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's, and unless I get a DeLorean, time travel back to last year, and create the games before Scott Cawthon, I never will.

I heard the scream as I stepped out of the car. On instinct, I started running towards the back door, the same way Fritz had come in when she broke in.

"Mike?"

"You got your lock picking kit?" I asked.

"Of course!" Fritz handed it over, and I started picking the lock. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her putting her hands on her hips.

"This is a horrible idea. You know that, right Mike?" I ignored her as I got the door open and rushed inside.

"Mike!" Fritz ran after me, and we turned a corner just in time to see Travis staring down at the hacked-up pieces of Freddy/Tricia in horror.

"What did you do to my sister?!"

"Same thing I'm about to do to you." Jeremy stepped forward, holding an ax, a malicious smile on his face. "Remember me?"

Travis just kept looking from him to Tricia, paralyzed with fear, and Jeremy's smile grew wider.

"I'll take that as a yes." He lunged forward and started hacking into Travis, who started screaming as he tried to fend him off.

"NO!" I ran out…but it was too late. The chopped-up pieces of Bonnie fell to the floor; her eyes staying lit just long enough for Travis to start to say

"H-hel..." That was all he got out before his eyes went dull, his mouth freezing open. I knew instantly that Travis was gone, and my own mouth fell open in horror.

"Jeremy…what have you done?!" He turned to me, holding his ax in both hands.

"Gotten rid of two killer robots." He said nonchalantly. "If memory serves, there are at least two more I have to take care of…"

"Don't toy with me!" I shouted, balling my hands into fists. "This was all because of you! Because you killed those kids all those years ago and hid their bodies in the animatronics!"

"WHAT?!" Fritz exclaimed. I'd almost forgotten she was there.

Jeremy just raised an eyebrow at me, like I'd told a bad joke.

"Figured it out, did you?" I saw red.

"WHY?!" I demanded. "Why did you feel like five innocent children had to die, you bastard?!" Jeremy just glared at me, his grip on the ax tightening.

"Fazbirch did nothing when I lost my son. I figured he'd notice if something happened to his little niece. When I heard she and her friends would be at Freddy's for a birthday, the opportunity was too good to pass up. And what better way to lure them into my trap than with Fredbear, the same thing that took Danny from me? Poetic justice."

"You're a monster!" Fritz shouted.

"I'm a monster?!" Jeremy snapped back. "I'm a monster?! Have you forgotten how one of these damned things took a bite out of your head?! How he almost got you a second time…and your brother ended up getting hurt instead?!"

"Because you set us up!" I yelled. "You did something to him, got…"

"A necessary risk." Jeremy sighed, trying to calm down. "I'll admit, my methods weren't the best…but I needed you two out of the way."

"So you tried to get us killed?!" Fritz demanded. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hope hiding in the hall.

"Look at it this way." Jeremy started. "They would've probably killed you anyway. Because as much as you probably hate or blame me, I didn't actually do anything to make them start killing night guards. They did that on their own. Now if you'll excuse me, I…"

He was cut off by something large and yellow slamming into him. Hope barreled into Jeremy, knocking him down. She tried to grab the ax from his hands, but he held onto it tightly.

"Let go, you little!" Hope turned to Fritz and me.

"Mike, Fritz, run!"

For some reason or another, I couldn't move. I was rooted to the spot, watching her still struggling with Jeremy.

"What are you just standing there for?!" Fritz demanded, tugging on my sleeve. "Let's get out of here!" Jeremy successfully managed to grab his ax back from Hope. She tried to move, but Jeremy was faster. He started to hack into her, and she screamed. That was when I finally found my legs. I started to lunge forward to help, but a second figure shot from the darkness at Jeremy.

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" Ian ran at the evil man, and Jeremy just barely avoided him, giving a smirk.

"Well well. The crybaby's grown a spine, huh? The first time I killed you, you just kept begging for your life. Heh. So tough." Ian screeched at him and probably would've attacked him again…but then he saw me.

"Mike?! W-what are you doing b…"

"Look out!" Hope pushed Ian out of the way as Jeremy tried to chop him, and the blade went straight into her back.

"AUGH!"

"Hope!" Ian screamed.

"What are we supposed to do?!" Fritz demanded of me.

"The office! We can use the phone in there to call the police!"

"Mike…" Jeremy said in a warning tone. I didn't answer. I just grabbed Fritz's hand and waved Ian forward after he'd gotten Hope onto his back. As we ran, my heart was pounding harder than it ever had in all my previous experience here. Because now, I was stuck in Freddy's with a sadistic, cold-blooded murderer.

A/N: This chapter was originally going to be longer. However, I ended up splitting it in two, because I was getting tired. That's just what happens when you write at night. I still like doing it though, because a) I'm more creative at night, and b) since I use writing as a form of escape, I like to make it the last thing I do before going to bed. But enough of that. Only a couple chapters left, guys! *Excited, but also sad*