A/N: OK I would like to make this very clear right now. THE DUDE THAT IS STALKING JEREMY AND MIKE IS NOT I REPEAT, NOT VINCENT! I HAVE MY OWN AU AND I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU GUYS WOULD GO READ IT! Ahem, now that I have said this please try to understand that I don't like it when people mistake my characters this much. Not all fics follow Reb's/Cam's AU and if you want to know more about mine, go check it out.

The next few weeks consisted of Jeremy seeing purple at random times, sometimes feeling as if he was being followed. A couple of times during his shifts, the animatronics would freeze up and just stare at something. All of them facing the same direction to gaze at whatever was making them act that way. It scared the teen, but as long as the furies weren't after him he was perfectly OK with it. As for Mike, let's just say he became Jere's guard dog. Mike would pick Jeremy up from work more than usual, trying to keep the teen from getting in to trouble. For some reason the security guard felt more watched recently, as if eyes were always on him. And they weren't amber ones.

Mike had just begun his shift for the day and he already felt a headache begin to make his head pound. The children were as loud as ever and Scott was nowhere in sight. That nervous-wreck hadn't showed up for work in the last few days and even Mike was getting worried. As time ticked by, Mike felt more and more drained of all of his patience, so much so that he decided to call up the person he despised. With a grunt he dialed the number on his cell phone, thankful that some temp worker by the name of Sam even though Mike was sure that it wasn't that person's real name, was taking over for him.

"Hello?"

"Fritz get your ass over here and come help. Scott is gone again and I'm going to kill one of these brats sooner or later." Mike heard a small bark on the other line, followed by something slamming shut.

"Ok Mr. I have to complain about everything. I'll be there in a few; I just gotta finish up here."

"Why are you at the fucking pet shelter again?"

"Because I like going here, plus they pay me and you already know I need the money." Mike frowned as someone knocked on the door, letting the security guard know that he would have to get back out there.

"Just fuck off and by fuck off I mean fuck off over to the pizzeria and come do your god damn job." The icy-eyed man hung up on the strawberry-blonde, grunting as he went back into the main party room. Kids ran all around him, playing tag or god knows what to keep themselves entertained. Mike sighed and ran over to Kid's Cove to save the Mangle once again from its demise.

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About half an hour after Mike's call, a certain brown-eyed animal lover showed up in the parking lot of Freddy's, noticing a man in a purple jacket near Fazbear Property. Since the front doors looked crowded, the strawberry-blonde decided to enter the pizzeria through the backroom instead. Fritz parked his car and began to walk towards to stranger. Cold wind hit the man's face like a slap and the wind froze his skin. It was going to be a long, cold November. The strange man turned around after hearing Fritz call him over.

"You know you're going to get sick if you stay out here." The man turned around, his brown and odd purple hair hiding part of his face. Fritz examined the man, concluding that someone with snow white eyes and purple hair probably didn't belong at a place like this.

"Oh I'm fine love, just waiting for someone." Fritz noticed that the man didn't have an accent, but talked like a British for some reason. Fritz nodded, leaving the strange man alone. He seemed familiar and for some reason Fritz was afraid. As he walked over to the back of the pizzeria, Fritz thought he heard footsteps. As he opened the door he felt someone throw an arm around his chest and the other was over his mouth. All he could see was purple fabric, the same kind that the man was wearing. Right before blacking out, Fritz heard the man's slick voice.

"I don't need you getting into trouble with someone like me. So sleep and you'll be just fine." The man stared at the blond that now lay on the ground, now passed out thanks to a few simple chemicals that he drenched his jacket sleeve in. The man didn't need another one finding out his secret. The backroom reeked of blood and it would take another night for the smell to fade. He may have killed the long ago, but even when people moved the suits the smell remained. He was surprised that those brain dead movers didn't smell it. Oh well, for now he had to hide until the taller one left for home. That's when he would make his move. The target may have forgotten about venturing into the back room one day, but he was close to remembering. The killer could feel it. The day was coming near when he would make his victim forget forever or even kill him. A grin spread across his face, the rope in his pocket would come in use later.

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Over an hour passed since Mike called Fritz and he was pissed beyond belief. As the security guard stormed outside, seeing Fritz's car, but no Fritz. He was probably off petting some cat. Mike searched around the sides of the building, seeing someone in the distance. At first, Mike yelled at the figure. As he came closer he stopped, eyes widening at the sight before him. The blue-eyed guard dialed 911 and ran over to Fritz's unmoving body. Fritz wasn't bleeding, but was indeed unconscious. Soon the ambulances arrived and picked up the blond, asking Mike what happened. It was the simple questions. What happened, how do you know Fritz, what were you doing, etc. Mike watched as the cars drove over to the hospital, leaving him alone. The guard walked back inside, rubbing his temples as thoughts of a certain brunette crept into his head again. Mike was a love sick puppy when it came to Jeremy and he hated the fact that it was true. The guard walked back inside, noting that he only had a few hours left in his shift. Then, it would finally be Friday and Mike could rest easy for a next few days. As the kids began to quiet down for the last show of the day, the guard watching over the area began to think about the employee that had been missing for a few weeks. "Is Scott even alive?"

Gleaming gray eyes watched Mike walk back inside, cursing under his breath that Mike's shift never seemed to end. The man would somehow have to get his hands on Foxy in order for his plan to work. What better way to torture a victim than by tugging at their heart strings and letting shock consume them after a little accident involving animatronics?