A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for replying to my note! I have decided to continue this story, since we're very close to the ending anyways. Let's get on with this chapter. It might be a bit shorter, but hey!

It was a pretty normal work day as far as I could tell. People would come in, people would leave, kids would scream. I didn't mind though, I loved working here. Freddy, Chica and Bonnie all did their routine, as Foxy waited behind his curtains for his turn.

I was behind the counter today, which made my life a lot easier. Suddenly, a man walked in. "Hi there, and welcome to Freddy Fazbears." I said. He nodded, and went to walk into the pizzeria. He was wearing a hood, and it was covering his face. "Oh, wait. You need to have a child to enter." It wasn't entirely true, but I had weird vibes about this guy.

He stopped, and turned around, to face me. I instantly knew who it was. I felt my heart stop. I went to scream, but he put a finger to my lips. "I just want to talk.." He said.

"Why should I trust you? You kidnapped me." I said, whispering, but it was still a harsh tone.

"I am your father, weather you like it or not, and you are going to do what I say." I said.

I felt my heart sink, but nodded. "I get off in 2 hours. You're gonna have to go and wait somewhere else." I said.

He gave me an address, and walked out. I wanted to cry. I couldn't tell Mike, could I?

"You shouldn't go." Freddy's voice rang in my head, and I looked towards the bear. He was still doing his routine, but was still talking to me. "He's very bad news."

"I know." I replied. "But what other choice do I have Fred?"

"I mean, not going is a choice."

I gave him a glare, and he put his focus back on the children and his band.

I didn't like this feeling. I knew that I was obviously doing something wrong. What if he tried to kill me? What if he kept my locked up again? I couldn't bear to think that, but I had to go and see him. I wanted answers, I needed them.

I knocked on the door. The address he had given me led me a sketchy part of town, with very warn down houses. The door opened, and my father let me walk in.

He sat me down on a chair across from him at a dining table. "I just want to talk." He said.

"Good, because I want answers." I said, crossing my arms.

"Look. I know you're mad at me. I've been hunting you for so long, I kidnapped you, and I know you think I'm a bad guy..." He paused. "But I am your father, and I just wanted you to be safe."

"You stuck animatronic eye parts in my eye sockets dad!" I said. "You've murdered children, and for all I know, you were the one that killed mom too!"

"Hey! I was in a bad place then."

"Then?!" I asked. "What about now? You're fucking crazy, you should be in jail, rehab, something! You killed people." I felt my eyes watering.

My father sighed, and leaned back in his chair. "This is why I wanted to talk to you.." He said. "Cause you know to much." I looked at him, and he was smirking. "And you can't."

A/N: Oups, sorry. Hope this was good though!