AN: Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry! I'm back! Also, FNAF4 is going to rip apart my story. |D

'He attacked me!' Luke cried to himself. He looked like he was literally falling apart. Inky tendrils came off of him like smoke or fire.

Derek narrowed his eyes, 'But he can't hurt you. Wasn't he a nice guy when we first saw him? What caused him to snap like this?'

'He was so scary,' he whispered in fear. His back was to the sloppily-made table, which had the strangely fresh cake on it. A tall, multi-level cake with elegant designs made out of sweet frosting. It even had lit candles!

Jack stepped forward. 'I'll check on him. I'm not chicken.'

Luke cried harder, tears glowing rusty red.

'Bad choice of words, Jack!' Chelsea hissed.

He waved her away and hurried off.

Now, if he was a bloodthirsty purple madman killed in a bunny costume by ghosts, where would he hide? Probably the saferoom.

Sure enough, the strange man was there doing disgusting and strange things. Porfirio had tilted Springtrap at such a pose that he made an almost ninety degree angle at the torso. Despite the sickening noises, he was rummaging through the pockets of a purple, torn and bloodied jacket. Porfirio grinned as he pulled out a bag of some powder labeled "KHURLQ". He sat down and opened it, making the room smell like stale vinegar. When he saw the boy, he jumped, knocking over a stack of. . . beer cans?

'Whazzat?' Jack asked.

Porfirio growled, his voice shaky, N-Nun of you business!

Jack sat down on the floor. He wasn't going to move anytime soon. They stared angrily at each other until Jack asked again, 'Why are you purple?'

I'm argyric.

'Is that a color?'

No. It's a s-skin condidition. It maaakes you bluuue if it ingests silvurrr. I took silviver medicine, sooo I in-di-gested siiilvar. K-Kids at schools picked on meee. S-Sooo I. . . I started taaaaa. . .king. . . Eventually I didn't- I didn't care what they said an-bout met-met-me. Buuut when I gets older, my grill friend tried to mate-m-m-ake me quit. But I can't bee-bee-beecuz Imma fail-yur. I 'e-last. Relast. Re-lapsed, sorry. 'N do you know who I-I-I took it out on?

Jack's eyes widened.

You. Your friends of yours. Buuuuuuuuuuuuut. . . But. . . B-Buuuuuuuuuuuut. . . Larkspur began to stare off into space, giggling. Jack slowly backed out of the room.

'Well?'

'Well, he really likes "kurl-q", whatever that is,' Jack shrugged. 'Other than that, he seems crazed.'

'Tol' joo!' Luke pouted.

Jack ignored him and announced, 'Look, we're here to celebrate! This place has been all gloom 'n doom, so cheer up! We still have a conveniently fresh cake!' He pointed at the cake on the table, looking like it just came out of the oven.

Everyone nodded and actually started to smile a bit. All of them looked less like crying ink blots and more like, well, regular kids.

Except for Will.

He didn't look happy at all. In fact, he looked even sadder.

Jack took notice of this immediately. Oh no, nobody was going to get upset today. Not today-

Suddenly Porfirio burst into the room. He had a crazed look in his eyes, like a warrior out for blood. The purple poltergeist screamed, You really were plotting against meeee! I-I knew you were plotting against me!

The happy atmosphere vanished as if he had murdered it as well. It was anything but happy now. Like day one.

'W-We were just having a party-' Ron said.

Larkspur interrupted, Do you think I'm stupid?! I refuses to be defied by childrens of all people!

'You do?!' Will shouted. He no longer sounded like a cute little boy. He sounded like a demon. An angry little demon. 'You already have been, I've heard! One more time wouldn't hurt!'

Sanity seemed to have returned to the purple man and he stepped back, terrified. Terrified of a little boy.

Will snatched a candle, pointing it threateningly at Larkspur. If he was material, he would have caught fire right then and there. He leaned towards his face and held the candle out to the side.

Will hissed, "I hope you're happy."

And then he dropped it.

IT BURNS!: Fazbear's Fright Burns to the Ground!

A new local attraction based on an ancient pizzeria burned down overnight. Authorities have not ruled out foul play, but at the moment, it seems to have been caused by faulty wiring.

Very few was found at the scene. The few items that were salvaged will be sold at a public auction.