This took WAY longer to update than I thought. Hopefully, it'll be worth the wait. A big event happens in this chapter…I'm talking BIG.

It had been a year since they were murdered. It had been a year of performing by day, terrorizing by night. By day, kids were in Heaven. By night, George Hommel experienced Hell on Earth. He kept doing it, though. Despite the conditions, numerous raises (courtesy of Mr. Fazbear) persuaded him to stay.

Mr. Fazbear had made the four animatronics get checked, due to the fact that they supposedly moved at night. Nothing abnormal came up. Deciding to take advantage of this, Mr. Fazbear decided to let them walk around during the day, so the four animatronics could mingle with the kids for a more "personal" experience. This brought even more fame to the restaurant, even making it one of Utah's star attractions, with Freddy Fazbear's Pizza put on tourist sites, on brochures, and was even offered to expand into a chain restaurant, to which Mr. Fazbear denied, claiming he wanted to help Utah's economy by drawing in tourists.

George had been getting antsy lately. He remembered his deed a year ago, and he hungered for more. He wanted the thrill of murder to come rushing back through his body. He wanted it back, and soon. Luckily, he thought, today is a birthday party.

It was a typical enough day for Eddie. A birthday party was being celebrated like usual. He had just finished a little duet he and Ben came up with for the birthday boy.

"Wow, you two are great! This is the best birthday ever!" He said.

"Thanks, me matey! That be our job here, after all!" Eddie said.

"Well, I'm glad we made your birthday so special, Anthony!" Ben said.

"Can I ask you something, Bonnie?" Anthony said.

"Of course!"

"Are you a boy or a girl?" Ben immediately had an angry look on his face, but quickly got rid of it. He was asked this every single day.

"I know it can be confusing, but I'm definitely a boy!"

"Yeah, ye just keep believing that, lass." Eddie said.

"Foxy!"

"Oh, ye know I was bustin' yer chops! It's all in good fun."

"Making fun of your friends is mean!" Anthony said.

"That's right! Listen to Birthday Boy!"

"Yar, ye be takin' this too seriously, Bonnie. I'll leave ye ta fester." Eddie left, a smile crossing his face. He saw Freddy sitting on the stage, getting a moment's rest from the kids. He climbed onto it, wanting to know how things were going for him today.

"How's it going, Fred?"

"Huh? Oh, hey, Eddie. Yeah, just another day here. Nothing special. I saw your little skit with Ben back there. Good work."

"Hey, it's for the kids, right?"

"Yep." Freddy glanced at the clock. "Crap." He whispered, not wanting the children to hear.

"What?"

"It's nearly time for the next performance. Do me a favor and get the other two for me? We have like a minute."

"Don't worry, I'll get them." Eddie jumped off the stage, landing with a loud clang of metal on tile. He walked through the dining area, looking for Ben and Clarissa. After scanning the area about three times, he finally spotted them in the back, talking. He walked over to them. "Alright, love birds, back onto the stage."

"Lovebirds? W-what do you mean lovebirds? We're not dating!" Ben said.

"Oh, just ignore him Ben. We've been dealing with this since we were kids, remember? This is nothing new." Ben looked at the ground in embarrassment and walked back to the stage. Clarissa followed. Eddie could have sworn he saw her smile at his comment. Does she have feelings for Ben? Now that would be funny. He watched them get onto the stage, and pick up their guitar/cupcake. Freddy brought his microphone up to his face and began to speak.

"Okay kids, gather 'round! It's time to sing the birthday song for the birthday boy!"

"Actually Freddy, we can't." Ben said.

"Uh…why not?" Clarissa said.

"Well, you see…it's copyrighted, so we would need the original singer's permission to sing it!" A few of the adults laughed, while a couple others looked confused, wondering whether or not that was actually true.

"Don't be silly! It's not like we're recording it or anything."

"Okay, but when you're in prison, don't come crying to me!" Ben began playing the familiar tune of the song "Happy Birthday to You." Eddie, still in the back of the dining area, rolled his eyes and smiled at Ben's remark. The three on stage began to sing the song, and he nearly joined them, until he saw something out of place: George Hommel. But what was he doing here at this hour? He watched him approach a girl at the back of the crowd who was about Eddie's age. He saw a fold in the back of his purple shirt. It looked like a handle. He tapped her on the shoulder and began to talk to her.

Oh no. This could only mean one thing. He was going to lure her into the back and kill her, just like he did to him and the others. He had to stop him. He tried to signal the others, but they were focused on the kids in front of them. He quickly walked to them.

"Hello there, me hearties! How are ye enjoying today?" He said, trying to prevent George from doing what he would soon do.

"Oh, hello there Captain. I believe this is the first time we've met during the day time. I was just about to show Kate here the security office. Give her a tour, you know?" He spoke with a venom of subtle, but pure contempt.

"Mr. Fazbear wouldn't take kindly to that."

"Oh, I'll make sure he never finds out."

"He won't, 'cause ye ain't goin' back there, laddie."

"Oh, I think I am. This girl is so clearly bored here it's depressing." Eddie grabbed the neck of his shirt with his hand and pulled him close.

"Listen, ye scurvy dog. That lass will not go back there, and you won't either 'til midnight. Understand?"

"You have no authority here, and I'll do what I want! Do you understand, bucko?" He pushed him back. Eddie released his grip. "Now, where were we Kate? Oh yes, come with me and I'll show you the office."

"Don't do it, lass!"

"Oh, shut up fox! At least the security office will be somewhat entertaining compared to your lame songs!" Kate said, irritated.

"I have to do something!" Eddie thought. They were already halfway to the door. He would never be able to cross the sea of people in time. But then he had an idea, a horrible, inhumane, brutal idea. He didn't have the time to think about what he was about to do. He ran up to one of the adults, it didn't matter who. He reached a woman. She was short, a little pudgy, and wore glasses. She had wrinkles on her skin, which meant she either smoked or was at least in her mid-forties. He tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, her face that of a kind and caring person.

He couldn't do it. He apologized to the woman and left her to her business. He ran up to a man. No, he was just playing with his daughter, he couldn't do it to him. He looked around, and saw a man who clearly didn't want to be here. He wore a flannel shirt, and was big and hairy. Eddie looked back at Kate and George. They were nearly to the office. Eddie slapped himself. "It's him or her, and he might live." He thought. He ran up to the man and tapped his shoulder.

"What do ya want?" He said, annoyed.

He bit down on his head. Eddie heard the crack of the man's skull getting crushed by his jaws. Eddie felt the warm blood gush onto his teeth.

The screams came quickly. The woman whom Eddie nearly bit had let out a terrified shriek and pointed to the scene. Everyone turned to see the horror Eddie just inflicted upon the man. Freddy, Ben, and Clarissa stopped singing immediately and stared at Eddie, mouths agape and eyes widened.

"The fox! He's killing Martin!"

"Someone call 911!"

"Oh my God!"

Freddy got down from the stage and ran to Eddie. He grabbed him with both hands by the neck and slammed him against the wall.

"You idiotic piece of crap! Do you know what you just did? Huh?" Eddie peaked over Freddy's shoulder. He saw Kate fight George off and run to the scene. He saved her, and that's all the matters.

"It was the night guard. He was going to-"

"I don't care! You probably just murdered that man!"

"I-I'm sorry!" Eddie started to break down and make sniffling noises. If he could cry, waterfalls would be pouring out of his eyes. "I didn't know what to do! He would have killed that girl just like he killed us!"

"There were a million other ways you could have handled it! You've screwed yourself, and possibly the rest of us!"

"I just…I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." He whispered. Freddy let go of him.

"Get out of my sight before I hurt you. Badly." Eddie ran, pushing the glaring and screaming customers out of his way. He went back into Pirate Cove, and closed the curtains. "I'm a monster." He kept saying to himself. "Nothing but a cold, robotic monster…"

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The day had been utter hell for the animatronics. Eddie had refused to come out of Pirate Cove after he bit that man. Clarissa overheard Mr. Fazbear saying he can't afford to hire another mechanic after paying for the man's possibly life-saving brain surgery. He put a sign outside of Pirate Cove that read, "Sorry! Out of Order." Freddy was furious, so she and Ben tried their best to avoid him once the lights went out.

"Why? Why would he do that?" She said.

"I don't know. He said something about saving a girl. I know he sometimes takes drastic measures when pressed for time, but this…this is another level of extreme."

"If he was trying to save a girl, he at least had a reason. He's a hero, in a way."

"But he still probably killed that man."

"It was him or that girl! And he might live. She wouldn't have."

"I know, I know. It wasn't right, though."

"Ugh, you and Freddy are calling him the bad guy when he's not!"

"Where's this coming from? I'm not calling anyone anything."

"Yes you are!" She yelled at him. She sighed in annoyance. "I'm going to talk to him." She stomped off to Pirate Cove. She heard mumbling coming from the inside. She carefully opened the curtains and went inside. "Eddie? Are you okay?"

"Eddie? I know no Eddie." He said in the pirate accent he used during the day.

"Look, I know you were scared. You had to find a way to save that girl. You acted on an impulse, yeah, but she's alive isn't she?"

"Eddie Teach wouldn't have done that. That lad would have found a way to keep everyone alive. No…what happened today was Foxy the Pirate."

"You can't blame yourself for this. It's the guard's fault!"

"That I can, lass!"

"Stop talking like Foxy!"

"I am Foxy! Eddie Teach is no more! His soul died the moment teeth hit skull! Foxy the Pirate only remains."

"Well, I want Eddie back!"

"He ain't comin' back!"

"Look Eddie, I-"

"If ye call me that one more time I'll-"

"I have feelings for you!" She blurted out.

"What?" He said, surprised. "Since when did ya start to love a terrible old sea dog like me?" He didn't sound happy to hear the news.

"For almost a year now, actually. I saw you as a close friend, but after I saw how sweet you were to the kids every single day, I couldn't help feeling, I don't know, attracted to you." He sat there, motionless for a few moments.

"Okay, Chica. Eddie'll come back for a moment or two. After he be gone, though, ye ain't ever seein' him again." He shook his head violently and banged it against the wall for ten seconds before he spoke again. "Hello, Clarissa." Eddie said in his normal voice.

"Eddie, I'm sorry that I just-"

"Sorry? For what? Telling me now instead of any other time that you love me? The night after I screwed us all over?"

"Look Eddie, I just needed to get it off my chest, and I thought that maybe it would cheer you up."

"Well, I'm not cheery now, am I? Look, I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way. I never have, and never will. You're a friend, and that's all I'll ever see you as." He looked down and rubbed his temples. "The fact is, I'm a monster. I've been thinking all day after I bit that man about who I am. I realized that Eddie Teach died a year ago, not when he bit that man. My anger, my confidence, my personality, it's all changed. If I'm going to be a cruel, conniving, entertaining pirate fox monster, then that's who I'll be, and you sure as hell aren't changing my mind. Now leave. I have a pirate's life to look forward to."

"Eddie, please."

"EDDIE IS DEAD." He yelled at her. "HE NEVER LOVED YOU, AND IF HE WERE STILL ALIVE, HE STILL WOULDN'T LOVE YOU." He stopped and took a breath. "Now, get yer yellow arse out of me cove, Chica."

"O-okay." She said making a choking-with-tears sound. He turned around, placing his back to her, and began to sing.

"Duh duh dum dum dum, dum dum-" She ran up to him and pecked the side of his head. He stopped and turned to face her. He stood up, angry. "Listen here, bitch. If ye ever do that to me again, I'll make sure ya never see the light of day again. Savvy?"

"I-I'm sorry, I just-" She was interrupted by Eddie, er…Foxy, forcefully pushing her out of Pirate Cove. She fell flat on her face, making sobbing noises. Normally she would have held back crying, but right now, she didn't care. One of her closest friends, the one she cared about most, had broken her heart. It's not like she would care if anyone saw her. She bet that George is having a good laugh now at his office. She lay for what seemed like hours, until Ben broke her out of her daze.

"Clarissa? Are you okay?" He asked, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Does it look like I'm okay?" She snapped back.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to sound insensitive."

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped."

"What happened in there?"

"Well…okay, I'm just going to come out and say it. I had feelings for Eddie, and I thought that maybe if I told him, he'd cheer up and we'd both be a little happier. But Eddie's changed, Ben. He thinks he's a monster, and now he's acting as if he's actually Foxy the Pirate."

"Really? You had feelings for him?"

"Did you just miss the whole "acting like Foxy" thing?"

"No, I expected that to be honest. It's just…I had no idea you had eyes for him."

"Well, I guess I was wrong. He just threw me out. Like I'm trash. I never realized how much of a jerk he is." She started choking up again. "I mean, it's not like I poured my heart out to him or anything. No, it's perfectly fine! Juuuuuuust dandy!"

"Clarissa, it's okay. If you need anything, you know I'm here for you." He said, sitting down next to her, putting his arm on her shoulder. She looked at him for a moment before hugging him and sobbing into his shoulder. Ben held tight, never wanting to let go.

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What had he done? Of all the things that he could have possibly done, why was that the one thing he chose to do? Freddy contemplated these things while sitting on the stage. He sighed. He just couldn't wrap his head around it. Yes, Eddie had to do everything he could to save that girl, but was biting an innocent man's head necessary? That's when he remembered that he saved a girl from a killer. He was still mad, of course. Completely furious, actually, but he knew that it wasn't totally Eddie's fault. It was George's.

"Well," he thought, "this ends tonight." He jumped off the stage and went over to Pirate Cove. There he found Ben and Clarissa in a tight embrace, with Clarissa crying into Ben's shoulder.

"Band meeting." He said. That was what he called the tactical sessions the four of them had every night to find new ways to keep George on his toes.

"Come on, Fred. Can't you see she's cryi-"

"Now!" He yelled. The two instantly stood up and began walking to the stage. Clarissa was still sobbing, albeit quietly. Ben mouthed "Thanks a lot, Freddy," as he walked passed him. Freddy didn't notice. He climbed into Pirate Cove. "Eddie, band meeting."

"Eddie Teach don't exist no more. Foxy the Pirate is what remains." He replied. Freddy slapped himself in annoyance.

"Fine. Foxy, band meeting."

"Go walk the plank."

"Okay then, we're doing this the hard way." Freddy grabbed Foxy's neck and dragged him to the stage. He threw him onto it, Foxy landing with a clang next to Ben.

"Scurvy dog." He muttered, rubbing his head. Freddy climbed up and stood before them.

"Okay, today wasn't our best day."

"Understatement of the year, Freddy." Clarissa said.

"Thank you for your input, Clarissa." He sarcastically retorted. "Anyway, we're stepping up our game tonight. Now, when we go for him, we aim to kill." The three looked at him in surprise. "I'm still mad at you, Foxy. You had hundreds…no, thousands of other options today, but this isn't entirely your fault. It's that damned guard. Tonight, we make sure he gets what he deserves."

"Fine, what be the plan, Fredbear?" Foxy said.

"I'm glad you asked."

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George was confused. None of the animatronics were coming after him. After what he did…er, nearly did today, he thought they'd make tonight the worst six hours of his life. And yet…nothing. He picked up the tablet wired to the video feed and looked at the cameras. He saw all four of them standing, talking. He wished he could hear them, but the only camera with audio was the only one without visuals.

"Hmph…what are you four up to?" He said to himself. He decided to close the tablet, not wanting to waste power. He took a sip of his nightly coffee to help him stay awake. When he checked the cameras, he found the show stage camera was disabled. "Oh, come on!" he said with rage. "Why did this have to happen now?! Damn that rabbit to hell!"

"Mentioning me?" George turned to see Bonnie in the doorway. Fast as lightning, George slammed the door.

"I really don't get why you keep doing this when you know I'm just slamming the door whenever you come by!" The rabbit laughed.

"Hee hee hee! Oh, that was just a game before, but now it's real. If we get in we will kill you."

"Well, I thought that from the beginning. As long as I breathe, none of you are getting in here!"

"We'll see about that." Bonnie said in a mocking tone, walking away. George gulped.

"Now I know they're serious…this day just keeps getting better and better." He checked the other door and saw none other than Chica standing right outside. Swearing, he closed the door as quickly as possible.

"That's a bad word, you know." The chicken said.

"Does it look like a care, you freak?"

"You can be really mean sometimes, you know that?"

"I'm a goddamned serial killer! What do you expect?"

"I expect that ye'll pay for what ye have done." Oh no. George spun around to see his least favorite of the animatronics, the very one that showed the most hatred for him, even during the day, standing right in front of him. Foxy grabbed his neck and pinned him to the wall. "First, ye kill four innocent children. Now, ye've ruined me! I've been waitin' a long time for this, laddie. First, I'm gonna gut ya with me hook. Once yer intestines spill onto the floor, I'm draggin' ya into the back, beat the bloody hell outa ya, and then shove yer still-breathin' body into a Freddy suit! Are ye prepared to die a miserable, bloody death ya bastard?"

"Calm down, Foxy." The deep voice of Freddy Fazbear said. "You'll get your time with him, don't worry." Foxy complied, but didn't let go of George. Freddy walked in, Bonnie close behind him. Bonnie opened the other door to let Chica in. "Isn't this wonderful? The five of us in the same room once again."

"You…never…got in…before." George said through short breaths as Foxy's hand squeezed tighter.

"Oh, forgive me. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Freddy Fazbear, that's Bonnie the Bunny, the little lady over there is Chica the Chicken, and the one choking you right now is Foxy the Pirate. I suppose you already knew that, though. They aren't our real names either. Our names are Frederick Smithson, Benjamin Hopkins, Clarissa Sanderson, and Edward Teach."

"Eddie Teach be dead, I've told all of ya." Ignoring the comment from the angry pirate, George replied to Freddy.

"I've never heard those names in my life."

"Of course not. You only care for the fact that you've killed us. Our names mean nothing but a sick trophy."

"Wait…you're those four kids?"

"Yar, that they are."

"Yes, due to the…well, incident today that you caused, Mr. Hommel, you have caused poor Eddie here to neglect his humanity. He's embraced being a pirate, unfortunately for you."

"If you're looking for an apology, you aren't getting it."

"No, we don't want an apology. We want vengeance. And what better to get it than poetic justice? We've got a nice, rotting, rusty, golden Freddy suit for you. We have a Bonnie one to. Take your pick." George spat at the bear, but it missed and hit Ben. Ben wiped his face. "Bonnie suit it is, then." Freddy said. He left to get the suit. As soon as he did George punched Foxy in the face. Foxy instinctively grasped it, letting go of George. Clarissa began to grab him but he out-maneuvered her and ran out the right door. Foxy gave chase. George ran down the dark hallway towards the front of the building. Foxy was right behind him.

"Yer dead tonight, ya bastard! Ya hear me? Dead!" George kept running. When he reached the end of the hallway, Ben appeared and was about to clothesline him. George, with eyes wide open, ducked at the last second, tumbling to the ground in a somersault. He looked back to see that Ben had accidentally clotheslined Foxy by mistake, but the fox was quickly recovering. George stood up and kept running. Freddy emerged from the backstage area with the suit. George ignored this and kept running. He saw the door. It be locked, so he would have to jump through the window. Unlike the security office windows, the glass isn't bulletproof, so he could break it with enough force. He dove towards the window, and the glass shattered. He landed on the concrete sidewalk with broken glass everywhere. The glass cut him in numerous locations, but he landed so that his arms got most of the damage. He quickly got back to his feet and ran to his car. He opened the door and went inside. He turned his key and ignited the engine. He sighed with relief, but it was short-lived as Foxy was right outside his car and began to smash the window. Panicking, George backed up his car, hitting the brick wall on the other side of the lot. He drove out of the lot as quickly as possible and was gone before Foxy could retaliate.

"Damn you!" He yelled. He was enraged. He began causing as much destruction to the lot as possible, until Freddy stopped him.

"He's never coming back, that I'm sure of." He said.

"We were so close. If only I sliced his neck open."

"I think that gave him a scare worse than death. Come on, let's go back to the Pizzeria." Foxy sat for almost an hour before he got back up. He walked back into the restaurant and into his cove, shutting the curtains. Soon, he heard a cry that could only come from Mr. Fazbear. Soon after that, the lights turned on. Not that it mattered to Foxy, though. It's not like he's ever getting used again.

So…was it worth the four month wait? *crosses fingers*