{ Belle }

The world seemed to only focus on that one moment. Belle's heart was pounding furiously in her chest. Percy swung a loop of keys on his finger, smiling at the five.

"What are you..." Skylar stopped, her eyes landing on the keys and everything seeming to come together in her head. "You did this! You locked us in here! You trapped us!"

"Yep, it's me," Percy said casually. "Grand. Avenging She will be quick at this rate."

Nobody spoke. They all had no clue what he meant by 'She' and 'avenge.'

"Avenge who?" Belle asked warily.

"Why, She, of course," Percy said as if it were obvious. His smile never faltered. It was beyond creepy. "You guys might know her better as Jenny Fitzgerald, however."

The name didn't register with any of the five. They gave him puzzled looks. Sylvia looked so afraid she might pass out, and Skylar was silently scrutinizing Percy.

Percy gasped. "You don't know Jenny? You mean your parents never told you?" He asked.

Skylar shook her head. She seemed about as calm as Percy did, which only managed to scare Belle even more.

"Well then, allow me to shed some light on the subject," Percy offered, spreading his arms. "Jenny is an old... ah... 'friend' of Bonnie's. Which of you are Bonnie's children?"

Edd nodded slightly at Sylvia and looked back at Percy.

"You two?" Percy asked, moving his finger between Edd and Sylvia, nodding to himself. "I can see her in you...

"Anyway, Jenny met Bonnie in elementary. In middle school, Bonnie went all-out air-hole. She bullied my mom and made her the laughing stock of the school. That made my mom pretty upset."

Belle couldn't help but feel there was a lot more to the story. She met Bonnie. Bonnie was the sweetest and quietest person she had met next to Sylvia. There was no way she was mean unprovoked.

But maybe Percy didn't even know that.

"Anyway, About five years out of high school Jenny wanted to get her revenge. So she taught Bonnie a lesson and fled the country. She was caught, damn police," Percy growled, gripping his knife harder.

The air ducts creaked overhead. Springtrap was moving.

"Jenny and Mike were dating before she got arrested, and she was pregnant. She had the baby in prison shortly after she was arrested; they ran tests on her and found her positive as soon as she arrived. The baby grew up in prison with her, because at a young age he didn't want to leave her. Prisons don't usually let you keep your child because it's expensive and blah blah blah, but Jenny was demonstrating good behavior so they let her keep me. Grand, yeah?"

"Wait... that last sentence... you said 'me' instead of 'the baby'... that means..." Sylvia started in a small voice.

"Yup!" Percy said with another smile. "I'm Percy Fitzgerald, Jenny's son. And I've stayed by my mom's side for nineteen years."

He pointed to the small pink scar on his mouth. "Mom accidentally gave this to me during a sparring practice with real knives. She sounds like the world's worst mother, but man she wouldn't stop saying sorry for days. I was the only thing she had. She really did love me, and I loved her too. To the point where I'll avenge her at the cost of my life."

The five children tensed. The child of their parent's arch enemy was locked in a building with them. They were unarmed, and he was brandishing a silver knife at them. And the worst part was, he had a grudge that was burning red hot.

"My mother was recently shot down by the police. I'm lucky I found you. I'm only nineteen so I don't have enough strength to take on your parents. So, to avenge my mom, I'm going to kill you guys. Sorry about that. I sorta went insane when my mom died. I'll try to make it quick. Doesn't that sound grand?" Percy asked. "Then, I'll probably stuff your remains into whatever's left of the suits here before the police get me."

Belle swallowed. The severity of the situation was clear to her. They were going to die.

The building was eerily silent as the adults waited for the police and ambulance to show up. The sun started disappearing behind the horizon. The lower it went, the more Spring panicked.

Eventually the police and ambulance showed up. Spring was too frantic to explain what was going on; she continuously stuttered and gasped for breath. Bonnie stepped up and began explaining the situation in her oddly calm voice.

"Alright," one of the officers said. "We'll have to bust down the wall to get 'em out."

"No!" Chica squeaked. "You're going to hit a kid!"

"Couldn't you just call 'em on their cell phones and tell 'em to stand clear of where we're gonna bust the wall?"

"We can't risk it!"

Everyone fell silent as a blood-curdling scream rose from inside the horror house. Chica started panicking.

"See, that's the thing about saving them!" Someone yelled from inside, just audible above the murmuring.

"You try, they die!"

Chica fell to her knees, crying. Freddy knelt down next to her and tried to comfort her.

"Who's in there with them?" The officer asked Spring.

"Some kid with purple hair and raggedy clothes," she answered, casting glances back at the building and trying to keep her breathing under control.

The officer cursed under his breath. "Does he have a scar on his lip?" He asked.

Spring thought for a second, then nodded.

The officer cursed again. "Call for backup!" he turned back to spring, genuine fear masking his face. "We need to get them out, now."

"Why? What's changed? Who is he?"

"We don't know his name. But last time he was seen, he was running from the law with a dangerous criminal who had escaped from prison about a month ago."

"What?" Foxy asked. "What dangerous criminal?"

"Jennifer Fitzgerald."

The five's heads all snapped toward the officer at once.

"Don't worry, don't worry!" The officer assured them, waving his hands for emphasis. "We shot her down on the run, she's dead. But that boy in there with your kids is her accomplice, and there's no telling what he'll do if we don't get them out now!"

Chica started freaking out again.

Spring nodded. "Okay, we need a plan then. If we try to burst in, he's going to kill them all. What do we do?"

The officer covered his face with one hand, rubbing his forehead and moving down to his stubbly brown beard. "I'm so sorry, ma'am," was all he said.