Warning: Tape 9, so a self harm trigger for the beginning!

This chapter might not be as good as the other ones. I'm sorry
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Jeremy leaves for work an hour earlier than he should've. He's not entirely sure why, or even how he got there. It's like he's separated from his body, and it's doing it's own thing while he watches on the outside.

The building is unlocked, but the lights are off apart from the odd few here and there, so the hallways are mostly dark. He wanders down to the testing room and pauses as his mind starts to wander to a certain tool. The paper guillotine.

After looking around to make sure no one will see him, Jeremy quickly walks to the supply closet and looks for the guillotine. He finds it on a shelf towards the back, and carefully carries it back to the room, placing it on the floor and sitting behind it. He pauses staring at it for a while, not entirely sure why he took it.

Then, he slowly lifts the blade up from the board, sticks his index finger underneath it, before bringing it down hard, slicing it clean off. He yelps as pain shoots through his hand and up his arm, but anxiety sets in as he realises it doesn't hurt as bad as it should. That's not possible!

Jeremy bites his lip, then searches through the drawers and finds a screwdriver. He sits back down and unscrews the blade from the guillotine, and places it on his cheek, before deeply scraping the skin off. He feels the blood rush down his face and into his shirt, shaking with anxiety. Again and again, Jeremy scrapes at the skin on his face causing more blood to flood down his face, staining his shirt and skin. It stings, but not as bad as ripping the skin off your face should. He feels numb.

Jeremy puts the blade down and whispers gently, unable to figure out what is going on or why he hurt himself like that. His face stings, but only as painfully as a really hard slap. He shakily gets up, and decides to go back into the game to search for answers. It has to be connected with the game.

After the game loads, Jeremy is met with silence apart from the faint background music. There's no sign of William anywhere, for once, which is strange. He glances at the monitor and notices that there's a note one of the buttons labelled 'showtime', which reads "press me".

He presses it against his better judgement, and the purple curtains suddenly part as music starts up in the background. William stands in front of Freddy, while the animatronics move in their stiff motions, mouthing along to the music which no longer has vocals. Jeremy immediately recognises the song, before William starts to sing in their place.

Jeremy then realises why the question and movement had scared him a few days ago, and why he remembers it:

He remembers being stood by the prize corner, watching the show while waiting for his dinner to arrive. A golden Bonnie was dancing around the tables, singing along with the animatronics on stage. This Bonnie had a large, purple bowtie. He was also smaller than the Bonnie on stage, and moved more fluently.

The dining area was decorated for a small birthday party that took place the same day. A birthday party with 5 young kids.

As he got closer, Bonnie noticed Jeremy by himself and skipped over, before putting his hands on his knees and bending down to his level. "Hello there! What are you doing here all alone?"

Jeremy stared up at him quiet, not answering.

The Bonnie tried again "Who's your favourite animatronic?"

Jeremy smiled and immediately replied, "Bonnie!"

Spring Bonnie moved his paws to his chest as if what he said made him happy. "Bonnie on stage or do you like me?"

"Both!" Jeremy giggled.

A set of dicoloured teeth behind the animatronic's broke into a smile. Then, his greyish-blue eyes carefully watched Jeremy, as the boy stepped closer and reached up to touch him. He stroked the golden fur on his chest, and mumbled "Soft..." before his mum called him over for pizza.

Jeremy later realised a few years later, that he probably could've been one of the missing kids if he kept talking to him. Which always unsettled him when he remembered that one of the murdered kids was called Jeremy too.

"Sing along Jeremy! You know the words!" He laughs, as he skips around Freddie singing. Jeremy stays quiet, watching the rabbit dance around the stage in overdramatic movements, before William jumps off the stage and waltzes over to him. The music stops, and William leans against the desk.

"I think you went a bit crazy back there. What do you think your peers will think when they see you like that?"

"I want answers William. Why have I been different -felt different- ever since I met you? Why can't I feel pain properly? What are you doing here?"

His lavender eyes stare into Jeremy's own blue eyes as he sits on the desk and sighs.

"I have a confession to make Jeremy. I'm not entirely William. I'm a part of his soul that was still connected to SpringTrap's memory drive, and that memory drive was used when they made this game. That part of his soul was converted alongside the drive. The rest of me is...in a place far worse than here" He shivers slightly, then crosses his legs so his ankle rests on his knee and continues. "I still have some memories of his...but hardly any of the ones that made him...William. I have one or two nice ones of Elizabeth, Norman, Micheal...even Henry himself would you believe? The rest, as you have seen, are the memories that made him the "monster" he's known as"

Jeremy frowns. So, whatever this thing is in front of him...it's part of a human soul but only the evil side? Is that what he's saying?

"I shouldn't reveal too much to you. But the reason why you can't feel pain as much as you used to is the same reason why you're having dreams about our memories. Those kids did die like that. And maybe you were right. Maybe I killed them in spite, or revenge over my own children being killed. But they're my family now"

Jeremy shakes his head backing away, starting to feel light headed, "I don't understand"

"You will soon" The rabbit chuckles, and everything fades to black

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The springlocks in my suit painfully press against my neck and sides, as I walk through the dining area with a birthday cake in my hands. I sigh under the mask just from hearing them all screaming at Fredbear as the animatronic sings on stage. Do these kids ever shut up?

After taking a breath to try and calm myself, I walk towards their table with a bounce in my steps. The springlocks begin to press even harder against my skin the closer I get, so I decide to try and speed it up so I can sort the suit out before it kills me.

The kids cheer when I reach the table, and I reply with a cartoon chuckle and the usual lines "I heard there's a birthda-"

But I'm cut off when a sharp snap fills the air, as the springlocks pierce through my skin. I drop the cake screaming in pain, trying to call for Henry for help. Collapsing to my knees, I feel metal pierce through into my sides and blood rushing down my body. My cries fall into silent chokes, as blood fills my throat.

Kids scream in fear, and Henry rushes over to my side. He flips the switch to retract the springlocks, and orders Collin to call an ambulance while he helps me to the safe room. Once inside, he quickly helps me back out the suit and applies pressure to try and stop the bleeding at my neck, but it's quite useless as there's several symmetrical piercings down my body.

"William are you alright?"

I choke out a laugh at such a stupid question, keeping my head to the side and staring at the door as tears of agony fall down my face. I think of my children and how I'll probably die in our diner, with my friend because of my stupid suit. I don't mean that...but when you're dying the entire situation feels foolish.

"Hold on...you'll be alright..."
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Jeremy slowly wakes up on the cold, hard floor, glancing around the dark room confused. The VR headset had shifted when he passed out, causing it to sit lopsided on his forehead. His skin feels wet and stiff from the mix of dry and fresh blood staining his face down to his chest, which still stings, though a bit more painfully than before.

He groans, sitting up and taking the visor off his head. He looks at the clock on the desk and realises he should've left work 2 hours ago. How long had he been out for...?

Using the desk to help himself up, Jeremy wobbles on his feet feeling light headed and dizzy, most likely from the amount of blood he's lost. There's a puddle of blood on the floor where he had passed out, and Jeremy considers it a miracle that he hadn't bled to death yet. He slowly walks out the room, using the wall as a support, and hopes he'll manage to make it back home.