Boss told him to keep a close eye on the animatronics today. Rumor had it that they were one strike away from being required remaining onstage. People started hearing about some rumor about the Freddy suit smelling like a decaying body and even noticed that they started acting a little funny.

A man in a security uniform stood between the stage and Pirate's Cove and watched the scene, parties were everywhere, kids were running around the room and even tried getting on the stages, but he quickly scolded them and told them that Freddy and his friends don't want their stages played on. In actuality, parts of the floor were unstable and someone could fall through. The only reason that the animatronics hadn't was because they knew where the support beams were. The man was tall and somewhat lean, his short curly brown hair was covered mostly by a security cap and his green eyes were focused and stern. He wore a light blue security uniform with J. Fitzgerald engraved on the nametag.

He then noticed one child spending time by Pirate's Cove. "Hey, kid, you're not supposed to be that close to Foxy." He warned and glanced around, taking note as to where the other robotic animals were, Chica was handing out pizza in place of a waitress, Bonnie was playing a birthday song for Billy, or Timmy, or whatever, and Freddy was teaching kids important lessons like 'stranger danger' or general safety. He nodded in approval, he was more worried about Foxy than anything. He made quick eye contact with another security guard and motioned him to watch the others. He turned back to Foxy, and at that point, the child had crossed the danger line and was now shaking hooks with Foxy. He gently took the kid's arm, "Come on, buddy, you can't be this close to Foxy, it's dangerous." He picked him up.

The child began screaming defiantly. In response to this, Foxy's eyes turned red and opened his mouth wide and lunged forward. With the child thrashing around, Jeremy only wished he'd stepped back in time…

The scene gave Jeremy nightmares. His arms and uniform were covered in blood and the child now rested limply in the guard's arms. Jeremy knelt and laid the child down, it was sure that his skull and parts of the poor kid's brain was missing. He drowned out the screams coming from everyone in the room. Everyone began leaving quickly with their kids. Like magic, the staff came by and shut down Foxy and an ambulance was called. Jeremy quickly began searching for the boy's parents, but no one had claimed him. Apparently he wandered into the pizzeria by himself. He didn't even want pizza, just wanted to play with Foxy.

Jeremy decided to take responsibility and went to the hospital with the child. The diner was closed for the rest of the day due to the incident. Foxy was shut down permanently. Fortunately they were able to save what they could of the front of the kid's head. Jeremy sat in the waiting room, unable to shake that image from his head. He sighed and rested his head in his hands, "This is my fault…" he blamed himself. "Foxy thinks I'm a predator now… and the others…" he said, briefly remembering that Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica all glared at him when everyone began to panic. "I shouldn't have picked him up…" he said. He'd been sitting there for several hours.

"Mr. Fitzgerald?" the doctor stepped out, "He's okay."

Jeremy rose his eyebrows, "Thank god…"

"He… doesn't have his frontal lobe, however. Um… believe it or not, some people can live without one." He said, "Are you his parent?"

Jeremy shook his head, "No, we don't know who they are. We're still trying to find them. We've had the police go door-to-door asking people if it's their son or grandson. We haven't found anything yet." He said. It had been about an hour since the last report, but considering how long the search had been going on, he doubted they made much progress. There was only so much of the city, it was sure that they'd already scoured it.

The doctor sighed, "Alright then. Well-"

"May I see him though?" Jeremy interrupted him.

The doctor paused, "Uh… sure." He led him to the room where the child rested. "He's going to be asleep for a while."

"Is he in a coma?"

"Surprisingly… no. He's just heavily medicated." The doctor explained, "We expect him to be awake within the next couple hours, he might be able to tell us his parents' names."

"Okay." Jeremy nodded and pulled up a chair to sit down.

"So… an animatronic bit him?" the doctor asked.

Jeremy looked down, "Yeah." He sighed, "It thought I was attacking him and was trying to bite me instead… at least I think that's what was going on."

"Really?" he sat down.

"Yeah, the bots were programmed with a criminal database. Apparently I'm almost a perfect match to one of their records." Jeremy explained.

The doctor nodded and subtly scooted away from him. There was a while of silence between them. "Well, I have to process whatever paperwork I can without information on his parents."

Jeremy nodded, "Okay then…" he said, he was beginning to nod off. However, it wasn't too long before the child began waking up.

"Daddy?" he called, "Mom?" he groaned, "Daddy, my head hurts…"

Jeremy jolted.

He opened his bright blue eyes, "Where am I?" he asked, "What happened?"

"Hey, hey, you're going to be okay." Jeremy scooted forward slightly, "Do you know who your parents are so we can call and have them come down?" he asked.

The boy gave him a strange look, "I…" he took a deep breath, "But you're my daddy." He said, "Where's Mommy?" he asked.

Jeremy froze. The child thought he's his father, "No, no, no… I'm not your daddy." He said, "Do you know who your daddy is?"

"You're my daddy." He said.

Jeremy opened his mouth to speak, then stopped himself, "Do you know why you're here?" he asked.

"My head?" he asked.

"Do you know what happened to your head?"

The child shook his head, "Uh-uh."

Jeremy sighed. Then had an idea, "Can you tell me your first and last name?" he asked.

The boy thought, "M-Mike Schmidt." He said, "I think."

Jeremy nodded, "Okay, I'll be right back." He stood up and popped his head out the door, "Nurse, he's awake!" he called. He turned around to Mike, "I'm having a nice lady come in here to help you and make sure you're okay, okay?"

"Okay." Mike nodded.

Jeremy stepped out of the room and waited for the nurse, "Do you guys have a phone I can use?"

"Yep," the nurse nodded, on the desk over there."

Jeremy nodded, "Thank you." He quickly made his way over and called the police department.

"Are you calling in on the bitten child?" the man on the other line asked.

"Bill, it's Jeremy. The kid's awake."

"Oh! Did you find out who his parents are?"

Jeremy shook his head, "No, but I got a last name."

"That's something." He said, followed by several clicks, "Shoot."

"The kid's name is Mike Schmidt."

There was a silence.

"Bill?"

"Uh… Jeremy… we already checked every 'Schmidt' in the city. None of them are parents to that child. We've even done blood work already and nobody matches."

"Have you checked anybody in hotels?" Mike asked.

"There are nobody checked into any hotels with that last name, Jer." Bill said, "We've already checked."

Jeremy sank.

"Does he remember who his parents are?"

"No… he swears I'm his dad, though. Prior to today, I've never even seen this kid."

There was a moment of silence.

"What?"

"No- nothing. Just thinking." He said, "We'll keep digging. We'll call if we get anything."

"Okay, thank you."

"Yep, bye-bye." Bill hung up.

Jeremy looked at the phone for a little bit, "Bye…" he sighed and dialed his home phone.

"Jeremy, good god, I've been trying to call you all day! Where are you?" a woman's voice asked over the phone.

"Sorry, babe, um…" he sighed, "Really bad day at work. A kid was bit on the head by Foxy today and we're trying to find his parents. I'm still at the hospital."

"Oh my god, is he okay?" the girl gasped.

"He's alive. He swears I'm his dad though."

"Wow." She breathed, "Poor kid. But wait- wouldn't he even see that you're too young to be a dad?"

"Hon, he probably can't do math yet. He's five." He said. "And twenty isn't too young to be a dad. A dad to a five-year-old? Yes, but a new father? Not really." He said, "My parents were nineteen and twenty when they had me."

"Oh… well… hurry up and come home, okay? I miss you."

"I miss you too. I'll be home as soon as I can."