I parked my mom's car in my driveway and immediately punched the steering wheel. That son of a bitch was seriously making me stay there another night! I think I know why, too. And I can assure it's not because I'm good at my job; it's because he knows I know who he is...

When I walked in my house, I was quickly greeted by a disturbing sight: Jacob and Courtney French kissing on the couch. As soon as they heard the door, they stopped and looked at me with embarrassed faces.

"Oh, hey, Jeremy!" Jacob told me as he sat up straight. "Didn't think you'd be home this early!"

"This is when I usually get home," I replied.

Did nobody pay attention to my schedule all week??

"Well, I think I better go," Courtney said as she stood up and brushed her hair out of her face. "Enjoy your weekend off, Jeremy!"

I then scoffed.

"I don't have one," I murmured.

"Huh?"

I then explained to both of them about my surprise overtime and how the manager was acting when he assigned it to me.

"What?" Courtney asked. "But the manager seems like such a great guy! There's no way he'd act like that!"

"Well, if he is who I think he is, I don't think he's a nice guy at all..."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Jacob asked.

"Well, I did a bit of research about the place," I explained. "Apparently, about 16 years ago, a child was murdered outside a family diner, which quickly shut down afterwards. The one responsible was a man in a purple coat."

"That's awful!" Courtney gasped. "But what does that have to do with the manager?"

"For the last few nights, I've seen him wear a large, purple coat..."

"Jeremy, that's got to be a coincidence!" Jacob argued. "That murder happened 16 years ago, you said? If he was the murderer, why would he keep the coat all these years?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "But he told me himself that he worked in the location after that, which was the first Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

"So?"

"Do you know why THAT place closed? Because 5 children went missing."

"C'mon, you think he's responsible for that?" Courtney asked.

"I'm just saying it's all too strange to be a coincidence," I concluded.

"And what, you think he gets that you're on to him, so he's punishing you with overtime?" Jacob asked.

"It makes sense, I guess," Courtney said with a shrug. "But he doesn't look like that bad of a guy, though!"

"Well, you DID claim the Daytime Guard was a pedo, but the fact is he's not that bad of a guy," I replied. "I told you, looks can be deceiving!"

"...I suppose."

I then thought of something.

"By the way," I continued, "do you know anything about what happened to the Daytime Guard?"

"Huh?" She asked. "What do you mean?"

"The assistant manager claimed the day shift 'just became available'. I'm curious as to why."

"I haven't heard anything about that. He must've gotten fired after closing last night."

"That's weird..."

"Maybe he really is a pedo after all and got caught!

"...maybe."

"Well, that doesn't really matter," Jacob butted in. "All that's important is that manager and what's up with him."

"You're right," I replied with a nod. "Do you think you guys could find info on him for me?"

"Why us?"

"I need to get rest for tonight. Plus, I'm sure you're both curious about this whole situation, too."

They both looked at each other with a look that confirmed my suspicion.

"Fine," Courtney told me. "We'll see what we can find."

"Thank you," I told her. "I mean it."

"Sure, sure," Jacob told me. "Now, get some rest. You need it."

I gave a small yawn and nod as I walked upstairs to my room. I need all the energy I can get for my 6th night. I just hope Jacob and Courtney can find something useful.