Luke looked into the room they found Springtrap in. As always, Strider was sitting next to the animatronic. Jeez, he sure liked that thing. What did he see in it?

'S-Sir?' Luke stuttered.

Strider jumped nearly five feet into the air. He whipped around, wide-eyed, but then seemed to notice the boy. Oh, it's the Foxy kid! I thought it was the co- Nevermind. Ya rarely talk at all, y'know! What's with the sudden talkative personality?

'I-I saw you in a dream. . . You looked scary. Like a bad guy.'

. . .W-Well, I used to be a night guard! Y-You probably thought I was bad, so of course I was scary! Yeah! That's probably it! He pat the little boy on the head like a puppy.

Luke backed up, asking, 'But why specifically you?'

Strider shrugged, giving what was probably a forced smile. He was hiding something. Luke knew it.

Jack suddenly rushed into the room as if everything was on fire. He shouted, 'There you are! Luke, you need to rest! You practically disappeared last night! We can't risk it again.'

'But I-'

'Come on! It's for your own good. You'll feel better, too!'

The ghost sighed and dragged himself down the hall to the room that (he thought) used to be Pirate's Cove. Jack followed, careful not to let him get away.

John Strider simply watched them turn the corner. How long was he going to be able to keep this up?

'Jack, I swear!' Luke shouted. 'I'm not tired!'

Chelsea moaned, 'What on Earth has gotten into you? You cause a hallucination one time and suddenly our buddy John Strider is evil.'

'He could turn out to be from that television show with the mysterious book. Where the virtual girl goes crazy because her boyfriend broke up with her, so she possesses all those animatronics,' Jack suggested.

'"A Week at Chuck E.'s"?' Derek asked. 'Is that what the plot was?'

'No! Am I the only one who actually tries to see what's "in"?'

Ron pat Luke on the back, but had to quickly pull his hand away when he passed through him again and nearly shouted. Smiling through the pain of a thousand needles, he comforted, 'Don't worry about it. Everything is fine.'

The boy with the red eye sighed and thumped down onto the ground frustration. It was silent for quite a while. You could have heard someone blink. Luke abruptly sprang up and asked Jack, 'Jack, what was the last thing you remember before dying?'

'Oh, that's way back from the seventies! Ah, let's see. . .' the Puppet boy wondered out loud. 'Well, I was running away from someone. . . I tried to get somebody's attention before I could get hurt. . . Ol' Fredbear completely ignored me, and then I felt something cold and wet on my chest. I was probably stabbed, I guess. Anyway, I fell over, and when I. . .'

Luke snapped his fingers in front of the kid's face. He zoned out, and when he came back, he looked petrified. He put his hands on his face.

'. . .when I looked up, I saw a man in purple.'

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'John Strider!'

The ghost man in purple spun around, screaming, I'M NOT HARASSING FREDDY WITH NURSERY RHYMES, YOU ARE. O-O-Oh, it's just you kids. Don't you know it's rude to sneak up on your kiiiiiii-KUPEL? That means "buddy"!

'You know what's rude?' Jack hissed.

Chelsea finished for him, 'Killing children!'

That's actually a crime.

'You get the point!' she shouted. Her wild hair and stiffened limbs made her look like a mad cat.

'You were the killer!' Derek announced. 'You weren't a night guard or our friend! Heck, I bet your name isn't John Strider!'

You're right. My name is not John. To be honest, I don't remember it myself. . . I guess death and murder does that to a guy. Am I right?

'. . .Death? They put you on death row, didn't they? No wonder you still look pretty young!' Ron exclaimed.

Death row? Nah! I managed to break out of there! My death was much more gruesome!

'Oh boy,' Derek complained.

I threw myself a celebration afterwards for evading capture. Of course, I. . . had too much to drink.

'Oh, so you were drunk?' Will said in a naive voice.

The guy in purple stared at him for a moment. Finally, he replied, . . .Yes, I was. Well, if you know what the word for a person like that, then you know what happens: You go nuts. In my case, I hallucinated that you kids tried get revenge on me. Now, you see Springtrap? Do you know what he was before?

Jack spoke up, 'Oh! Oh! I do! During the Fredbear's Family Diner era, some costumes were actually wearable! I heard they stopped using them after a series of incidents. Something about spring-key mechanic-isms or whatever.'

That would have been very useful information to know before I put it on. Since I didn't, this room was sealed up, the wearable costumes forgotten, because of THIS.

With that, the Purple Guy slapped the withered animatronic bunny's head back. For a moment the scene was relatively normal. Upon closer inspection, there was an endoskeleton in the costume. A weird endoskeleton. And then. . .

'THAT IS DISGUSTING, FOR THE LOVE OF FAZBEAR, PUT THE HEAD BACK IN PLACE,' Derek screamed. The younger ghosts were covering their eyes, and the only girl in the group gagged. Everybody else stared in horror.

It was not an endoskeleton, it was somebody's remains, and that somebody was purple and looked a lot like a certain adult ghost in the room.

The man announced, I may be gone, but I'm going to do exactly what I used to love. And for once, nothing will get in the way.