'Who the crud are you?!' Chelsea complained, losing the sweet act she had pulled to get him to appear. 'And why are you dressed so strange?'

The weird purple man looked nervous, but only for a split second. Y-You don't remember me? Really?

All six child apparitions glanced at each other, then shook their heads.

Uh. . . I'm. . . John. . . Strider? Uh, yeah, John Strider! That's me! I-I used to be a night guard here! Then I died because y- Bonnie snuck up on me! he explained. Being stuffed in a Freddy Fazbear suit was. . . pretty painful. . . Ow. . . Buuut I haunt this place a ghost! So, that's a thing now.

'Why haven't we seen you around before, Mister Strider?' Ron said. He looked a little guilty at the mention of Bonnie getting him.

John replied, I have no idea myself. Hey! Who's this lil' guy? He went up to the withered "Golden Bonnie" animatronic. He was inspecting very carefully, but probably didn't really care for it. He stepped on top of it's limbs a few times, almost on purpose. Real creepy, isn't he? Almost like a corpse!

William shuddered at the word "corpse". Derek hugged him, a little unnerved himself. 'Strider, sir, I really don't think that was a good choice of words.'

Sorry, my bad! he replied, waving his hand as if it weren't a big deal. Didn't think you'd still be so sensitive.

'Still?' Jack asked.

John looked a little startled, but then casually answered again, Well, don't pretend the murders of the pizzerias weren't big news! Why else would they replace it with "Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction"? Bad rep, hauntings. . . Guess those rumors were true!

'I-I guess, yeah. I'm Jack, they're William, Derek, Ron, and Chelsea,' Jack began. Luke sneezed. 'Oh, and then we have Luke.'

Well, nice to meet you folks, best leave you alone before you start your killing spree!

'Killing spree? Sir Strider, we stopped our inhumane behavior a long time ago! Well, technically yesterday, but you know what we mean,' Ron said. 'Our madness is a thing of the past!'

John laughed, Madness? Puh-leaze, you were doing the world a favor! Living humans are cruel, merciless killer! Take it from me! I'm from the younger generation, I have seen the issues we have faced. Kill them off and don't look back! You'll thank me for it later!

'We'll be no better than they are, the living and our murderer,' Luke muttered.

Derek pushed his way to the front of the group. 'I concur. We'd like to live out our afterlives in peace.'

What afterlives? Have you noticed that every time the animatronics are taken away, you fall asleep and don't wake up until their return? Your existence is bound to those hunks of metal, and it's all because of the murderer. The killer. The guy. Don't you want to at least get his grandchildren or something and know you've been avenged? Admit it! John Strider suggested.

The souls of the children seemed a bit nervous, fiddling with their toy cutlass, dress, whatever they could. They were considering it.

Maybe you can make the place scarier that way! Y'know,-

'Pshaw! You think we like being ghosts? We can hardly nap!' Jack scoffed. 'I want to be resting!'

YOU SHOULD BE, BUT YOU'RE NOT! the weird purple man hissed. MAKE THE MOST OF IT, PUPPET! His black eyes were actually red for some reason, and this John guy almost looked as if he had fangs. It didn't help when he held his hands up like claws.

Jack screamed. He ran backwards but tripped and fell straight through Luke. The one-eyed boy yelped.

'Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry!' Jack swiftly apologized, scrambling back up to his feet. 'It was an accident!'

'Never do that again!' he screamed back. 'For the love of Fazbear-!'

Derek tilted his head and questioned, 'Wait, is that seriously so. . . I have no idea what just happened.'

'Let's find out!' Will suggested. He forced Chelsea and Ron together like magnets. They fell through each other (and Will's hands) and, like the previous pair, started yelling.

'Dude! That was extremely painful!' Ron screeched at the top of his (metaphorical) lungs.

Chelsea screamed, 'What the freak is wrong with you?!'

The four were on the floor having seizures of sorts, and Will was waving his hands madly in pain. Derek and John just observed.

'I'm sorry we killed you. . .' Derek replied monotonously.

John stared at the kid a moment before going, Oh! Right! The whole kill-me-on-the-job deal! No biggies! Your intentions are in the right place. Now, are you going to do it again?

'I guess. No promises, Mister Strider, but. . .' Derek trailed off.

Alrighty then! My job here is done! Do jutra, dzieci! and as quickly as he had appeared, the purple man vanished into the air.

'John creeps me out,' Chelsea murmured. Nobody had really formally spoken since they met the former security guard.

Derek interjected, 'I can name a few guards: Fritz Smith, Mike Schmidt, Jeremy Fitzgerald, and the guy who's name I always forget, as well as a few others. Vincent Cook, Scott Cawthon, Adriana Lawanderski, Marta Egbert, Justina Washington, Amanda Songbird, Anna Green, heck, even Gerald Phillips and Jackson Michaelson. . . I could a few more, but you get my point. I don't remember killing John Strider.'

Will twiddled his thumbs, 'He looks familiar, though! Luke?'

Luke nodded. He didn't have an argument, so he stayed quiet.

Jack pointed out, 'Why does he wear so much purple? And his eyes are weirder than ours! They almost belong on an animatronic! He has those weird black-white eyes!'

'This looks like a job for my skepticals!' Ron joked, putting circles around his eyes like glasses. Nobody laughed.

Chelsea said, 'Until then, do we kill the guards?'

There was a moment of silence. Jack finally replied in a quiet voice, 'I guess we'll have to do it again.'

A/N: Hiii! I'm back! This story might not be updated until the FNAF3 game (or at least demo) is released, so be patient!~