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Michael seemed to like Jeremy. I had him moved up to the day shift so Michael would feel safer here. I just wanted my son to be well again. He only has another year until he’s off to college.

He’s been talking about colleges in California, Oregon, Nevada, Utah for Pete’s sake. Who would go to Utah on purpose? Henry, probably.

But anyway, Michael seemed to be getting better. He was opening up, talking to me, overall, acting like himself.

And I was using Jeremy to keep him like that.

Yes, I’m a cold serial killer, but I still love my kid.

So, it was a lovely morning when I took Mike to Freddy’s again. Jeremy was chatting with a waiter. Kids once again ran through the pizzeria. And I left my Spring Bonnie costume at home, so no murder today.

I left to talk to the manager for a few minutes. I came back and saw Jeremy and Michael talking about Mangle.

“Why would you break it apart and put it back together?” Michael asked.

“I don’t know. But I think this hurts the kids more than the other animatronics. One kid could use this arm as an assault weapon.”

“Hey Mikey, are you feeling ok?” I came up and wrapped an arm around him.

“I’m fine, dad.”

“You know,” Jeremy stood up, “you two look very similar.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard it before,” Michael complained.

“Hey, maybe you can grow up and be just like your old man.”

Michael didn’t seem to like that. “Just because I look like him, doesn’t mean I’ll become him.”

“Well, you sound a lot like him too. Especially since you look like you haven’t slept in a few days. Are you ok little guy?”

Jeremy placed a hand on Mike’s shoulder. Mike brushed it off. “I’m fine.”

“Ok, I should get back to the office. See you later, Aftons.”

Jeremy turned to head back to his office. Mangle jumped up and dug his teeth into Jeremy’s forehead. I jumped back in shock. Mangle took something out of Jeremy’s head; blood and brains everywhere.

I stood in surprise. Mangle held part of Jeremy’s brain in his mouth. He looked at Jeremy, and then at me and dropped it.

Michael would never sleep again. He stared terrified at the mangled mess. I could already see he was getting flashbacks to 1983.

Kids were screaming, running to get out of the pizzeria. I grabbed Mike and pulled him out of the building. I dragged him to the sidewalk and comforted him.

“Just like Chris,” he muttered into my shirt. This kid is going to ruin all my good purple clothes.

I saw an ambulance arrive. I dragged Michael to the car and took him home.

Yeah, I’ll call a therapist tomorrow.

And it's over. I don't know if anyone saw the "Michael Mind control" story idea, so I'll hold off on it. I think I'll start season two after a day's break. I hope anyone who reads enjoys, and best luck to all of you. :)