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A/N: This chapter's from Melody's POV

I've done a couple things I was ashamed of in the past. The first thing I can remember was when I got into an argument with my mom when I was five and smashed a bottle of perfume that a guy had given her. That ended badly for me. Then there was the time I tried to shoplift a bag of chips when I was eight. The security guard caught me, and I was so panicked I tried to run off, only for him to grab my arm, and I ended up crying and panicking and making a scene.

Nothing compared to tonight, though.

I…I never realized what I was doing to the others. I didn't even know I had been brainwashing them. I didn't know how angry I was. I thought I was just encouraging them-but looking back on it, it made sense. That's why Ian stopped going after night guards after, well-the Bite.

The Bite. I hadn't meant for things to turn out that way. All I could remember was how loud and annoying that little girl had been. I kept thinking "Shut up! Make her shut up!" And then when, well, it happened, I gasped in shock along with everyone else. I felt bad for Ian afterwards. And now that I knew what I had really been doing to him-to the others…

That led to another thing I was ashamed of. While our killer went after my friends-or the people I thought were my friends…as I heard them screaming-I just sat in the supply closet as he chopped them up and they screamed. I was scared-both of him and of myself.

For the first time, I recognized fully what I'd been doing. I hurt innocent people because I was angry-because I wanted them to suffer for no other reason than that they were night guards. And what was worse, I had forced other kids to help me do it. I had trapped them in the animatronics-and now I was hurting them by turning them into my slaves.

I thought back to the night Hope first started to resist my control, begging me not to make her kill Mike. To all the times I'd forced Tricia to face her own brother. To Ian, who spent most of his time alone in Pirates' Cove, and spent years alone, facing his own friends to try and protect night guards. The kid was nine years old. All of them were younger than me, and I'd trapped them here in this nightmare with me. If anyone was a monster here, it was me.

Which is why I was surprised when Mike started talking to me. As he spoke, my first instinct was to not believe him. It was second nature for me-after all; I'd grown up knowing that adults lie.

But then again-Mike wasn't an adult…not really, since he wasn't even out of his teens. Besides, as I listened to him, I heard genuine emotion in his words. He cared about ALL of us. About me. He really wanted to save me, in spite of everything?

Maybe he's not so bad after all…

That's when I came to a decision. I teleported to where Mike and Jeremy were. I didn't bother bringing Goldie along-Jeremy would just slice through him, like he had with the other kids. I appeared in front of him, giving the most terrifying glare I could.

"Leave him alone." Jeremy, who had been trying to shove Mike into the broken-down Spring Bonnie suit, stopped as he saw me, his mouth falling open in shock and horror.

"You…"

Just then, I got a surprise of my own as the other kids' souls started to appear around us. First was Tricia, who glared down at Jeremy

"You're not going to do to Mike what you did to us!"

"No…"

Travis' form melted out from the opposite wall.

"We won't let you kill anyone else!"

Jeremy let out a panicked cry as Ian appeared. Ian, however, turned to Mike, giving him an encouraging look.

"Don't worry. We won't kill him."

"That's right." Hope said as she appeared. "We're just going to make sure he never hurts anyone ever again." She glared at Jeremy, who made a sound like a dying animal.

"HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL HERE?! I KILLED YOU BRATS! I KILLED YOU TWICE!" He pulled a gun out. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE?!" He shot at Travis. Of course, the bullet just passed right through him, hitting the wall.

"WHY WON'T YOU STAY DEAD?!" He shot a couple more bullets at me, then at Hope. I never even felt the bullet. We all moved forward as one, lunging towards Jeremy.

For the first time, I felt that we were all on the same page. Our murderer was here, in front of us, and he was trying to kill someone else the same way he killed us. Someone the others considered a friend. It didn't matter whether or not we had our animatronic suits. Jeremy apparently felt the same way, as he dropped his gun and cried out in panic as he tried to get away. He tried running down the hall, but Ian blocked his path. Tricia then came behind him, and Jeremy let out a shout, moving to get away from her.

"Stay back! Stay away from me!" We closed in on him, and I could see the fear in Jeremy's eyes as he searched around desperately for something, anything to help him.

Finally, he found it. His eyes fell on the Spring Bonnie suit, and, seemingly forgetting about the fact that he just tried to use it to kill Mike, he shoved him out of the way, making a mad dash for the yellow bunny spring suit. He hurriedly slipped inside it before whipping around, beaming crazily at all of us.

"What are you going to do now, huh?!" He let out a laugh. "You can't do anything to me now! You brats can't touch me now!"

He threw his head back and started to laugh triumphantly…until something snapped inside the suit. Or, rather, a bunch of somethings. The springs inside the suit all locked into place, slicing into Jeremy's flesh.

"Augh! What?! NO!" He realized his mistake, but it was too late. Jeremy desperately tried to pull the suit off, but that just made it worse. He turned to Mike in agony, a pleading look on his face.

"Mike, help me! Please!" Mike had a shocked and horrified look, but he shook his head, a glare crossing his features.

"No." Jeremy looked at him in disbelief and fear for about a second before sinking to the ground as blood started to leak through the suit. As all six of us watched, he twitched for a few more seconds before going completely still. It was over. After all these years, we'd finally gotten the man who killed us. Jeremy Fitzgerald was no more.

A/N: This chapter was originally going to be longer-I ended up splitting it in two because it was getting late. Well, Jeremy's finally got what was coming to him. Fair warning-the next chapter is going to give you a SERIOUS case of the feels.

Okay, so I'd like to take a moment to thank my newest reviewers-Inuyashagirl312, , and cinque-sei. I'm really glad that you guys have been enjoying my story-well, I'm thankful for ALL of you. Everyone who's read, faved, and reviewed-you guys keep me going. Oh, hey, I just noticed-even though a couple people caught onto the hint with Jeremy's shirt, you all missed an earlier hint-remember when Jeremy wiped his mouth with a purple napkin when he and Mike were talking about the kids? Well, anyway, leave me some reviews, please. Happy Halloween in advance, guys!