(Sorry, this is a really short chapter)

Jeremy sighed, another day on the night shift. The same animatronics and the same procedure. At least he knew he wasn't the only one who was hunted.

The air had grown still around Jeremy. There were bite marks in his arm of a certain mangled canine animatronic. Bruised from a variety of attacks, he wondered how he was still alive and well. The children cheers had come and gone as he staggered out of the office. A door click could be heard from a distance but Jeremy didn't register it. He barely noticed when he ran straight into the stranger. Mumbling an apology, he attempted to continue his way. "The night shift didn't treat ya' to well, did it?" The man asked. His voice sounded familiar... "Nope" Jeremy responded and glanced behind him. It was to dark to make out the details but he was definitely tall, which was saying something since Jeremy was often considered so. "Hehe... Those animatronics have been up to their games for awhile now, not sure why though." Jeremy nodded. "Well you go fix yourself up now". Jeremy glanced at him, "who are you... You sound familiar" he questioned. "Straight to the point, huh? The names Scott, I was the previous night watchman. I was the one who left the phone messages..." He paused "I hope they helped a bit!"