"Emily... Wake up..." a voiced whispered, "Things mustn't end the way they will... You must live... I won't let you die..." The Puppet came into my view, looking as sad as ever, "However, I do not have the power to do that... Your fate will take its course when you wake up for your fifth night..." Puppet started to cry, "I... I..." He sniffled, "I can't save you... I am sorry..." He started to fated away, "Why can't I save one child from his grip..? And why can't I save my best friend from him..?" I woke up, wide eyed from the dream, "Sigh... Round five..."

I started to rub my left arm, the arm where I felt the prick. I felt a small patch of dried up blood on the back of my arm, they must use something to put me to sleep. I sighed and started to think. Tonight is the night. Tonight is the final night. Tonight is the night, where I will get my freedom. Tonight will be the night where I will get my freedom. That delicious freedom. Tonight... "... Is the night where you will perish..." A voice spoke out.

"W-what? Who said that?" I said with little thought, "... I am a ghost... One of the ghost children..." The voice said. I scoffed, "Ha. Yeah right. Nice try Vincent but, it will take more than that to scare me." The voice sighed, "... A. Why would I pretend to be the man who murdered me...?" Wait what? "...And B. It's true... I am a ghost..." The voice said with complete honesty, "... Here I'll show you..." All of a sudden, a pale white child came floating through the door, which was closed.

"... Hi, I'm Jack..." The ghost, introducing itself. "AAAAAAAAAH! A GHOST! AAAAAAAH!" I screamed, "... Yeah, I'm a ghost... Big surprise..." it said while doing jazz hands. I ran over to one of the far walls, "GET AWAY FROM ME GHOST!!! AAAAAAAAH!!!" I yelled while throwing random objects at the ghost, "... Yeah... Do you really think that will hurt me...? They phase right though me..." The ghost chuckled at its own pun, "... Yeah... Sorry, bad pun..." I continued to throw things at the ghost, "JUST GO AWAY YOU EVIL GHOST!!!!!" I yelled, holding an 8-ball in my hand. The ghost sighed, "... Fine..." It started to float away, "... I guess I should tell Puppet that my mission was unsuccessful..." I dropped the 8-ball and had a flashback with me having fun with The Puppet. Puppet...

"NO! Wait!" I called out as I ran in front of the ghost, "You know Puppet?" I asked it. "... Yes... We're friends..." I was at shock, "But... But... But how? Wasn't he... You know... Scraped? Like all of the other Toys?" He nodded, "...Yes... But they rebuilt all of the Toys and they are opening a new pizzeria...!" The ghost seemed exited for a moment, but only for a moment when it seemed to realize something, "...But... They are going tearing down this location... Not to mention that they will put the old Freddy and gang in decommission..." I started to feel strange. It was a feeling I couldn't describe but, it was like a mix of mostly negative emotions with very little positive emotions, "I'm sorry... I guess you are stuck here..." The ghost shook its head, "... Ha...! That's what my killer thinks... I go anywhere where Foxy goes...! After all, he is technically my body..." Wait... WHAT!?!?!?!

"OK! So what you're saying is that Foxy's your BODY!?!?" I questioned. The ghost nodded quickly, "... Yes... But I have to go soon..." Just then, the 12 a.m. bell rang, "... Sigh... Good luck... You'll need it..." The ghost said while disappearing. I opened the door to the outside, sigh... I think I will need it.