Jamike: Infinity

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I was the most confused person in the entire world when I hit the road with the spirits. They had tried to explain everything to me, but I couldn't make heads or tails of things. But what I got so far was that ever since I freed the spirits of the children, they had been following me. Everywhere. The girl with blue eyes, who I remembered had possessed Freddy, told me that even though they where free of the endless torture that was their animatronic bodies, they could never move on to the afterlife for some reason. So, they decided to try and follow me instead, and that was how they were able to save me when I went to that Freddy Fazbear's that I found Golden Freddy in. They also said they were the ones who put Jamie's soul in my phone, so I could never be without her.

"WHAT?!" I had screamed at them. "Why would you do that? She deserved better than to be stuck in a phone! Why didn't you just let her move onto the afterlife?!"

They then explained that it was because she was bound by the same eternity as themselves and "he" wouldn't allow her to go.

"He?" I asked. "Who do you mean by 'He'?"

The blue-eyed girl sighed. "The man who killed us. A man dressed in purple from head to toe."

"The murderer," I said. She nodded. "Okay, so what does the murderer want with Jamie?" I asked.

"That's the problem, we don't know," said a boy with a purple shirt, who I recognised had possessed Bonnie.

"Aye, it could many things he would want to do with the lass." commented a boy with spiked up hair and talked like a pirate, most likely Foxy.

"So, what was the mayhem in the kitchen?" I asked, trying to get every scrap of detail I could.

"We might of had a... scuffle..." said the other girl of the spirits, who I think might of been Chica.

I sighed from all the questions buzzing around in my head. "So, we're going to catch this guy, right? And try to get Jamie back?" I only asked.

"Yeah, but I know someone who knows the murderer better than anyone else here," the blue-eyed girl said.

"Who? Where can I find him? What's his name?" I asked instantly. I was going to need all the help I could get.

"You've already met him..." a boy at the very back of car with mattered golden hair.

I tried to think. You would know a murderer better than anyone else. "The father of the manager of the pizzeria where I found Golden Freddy?" I asked. The blue-eyed girl shook her head. "No, you met him while we were still... trapped," she said. When they were still trapped? Think... think...

"It's not the homeless man who worked as a night guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza before me, is it?" I realised. The spirits nodded their heads in union. "Jeremy," said the puple shirt boy. Okay, time to relocate a crazy homeless guy, I thought.

Half an hour later I stood in front of what used to be the haunted Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The day it had been demolished was almost like it was yesterday, and the nights I worked there only felt like hours ago. Now what stood there was only a lonely office building that had been built over the place. I looked down the street alleyways to see if I could locate the homeless man, and sure enough he was sleeping in an alleyway that was graffitied with the words "It's Me". I shook my head to forget about my nightmares involving those words and woke up the man.

"Jeremy?" I asked him, using the name the spirits have told me his was. The man snapped awake and looked up at me.

"I remember you, you were that night guard for that Freddy Fazbear's!" he said realisation. He was even older than the last time I saw him. I nodded.

"I see you recovered from being half-stuffed in a suit," he said smiling with rotten yellow teeth. "What brings you to me?"

"Them," I said, pointing at the spirits behind me. Jeremy's smile fell. "Look, a close friend of mine has been taken by the guy who murdered them. And I know that you know him better than anyone else."

Jeremy sighed. "What ever this is, I don't want to be involved in it if it involves that guy. I've already lost someone to him when he controlling an mangled animatronic. I don't ever want something like that to happen again. It's how I got like this."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Weren't you fined for everything you own because you quit your job at Fre-"

"That was a lie," Jeremy said. "I actually worked at a different Freddy Fazbear's Pizza that used to be down the road here. But after my first week, my brother got his frontal lobe bitten off. You might recall the incident as "The Bite of '87"."

It sounded familiar. I racked my brain to think of where I heard it before. Wasn't it during my first night? When the guy on the phone said something about the animatronics... not being allowed to walk during the day?

"They USED to be allowed to walk during the day... but then there was the Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know..."

"I found out from the spirits you freed that it was actually the manger of the restaurant, who was working with the day shift security guard, that had controlled an animatronic called the Mangle, a new version of Foxy, to bite my brother's frontal lobe off just so he shut down the restaurant and buy it himself. And I will never forget that. Ever."

I then saw the Jeremy cry. I felt sorry for him. I really did. He eventually regained his composure and stood up straight.

"My brother died at the hospital from a seizure when you when searching for Golden Freddy. He didn't deserve to die that way. I was the one supposed to be bitten but he put his life on line for me," Jeremy said. Everyone was silent. I realised that he actually had some close to him die. Me, I had a friend die, yes, but at least I was still able to talk to her and maybe be able to save her. But, Jeremy his brother was gone forever...

Then Jeremy said something I thought he would never say. "I'm coming with you guys. To save your friend Jamie and to catch the manager, or as you know him, the murderer. I'll give you all the info I know about him to you guys."

"Jeremy, if you don't want to do this, you don't have to, okay?" I said, worried. The homeless man stood up anyway.

"No, I feel guilty for what happened for my brother. But maybe I can still help you and save your friend like I wanted to help my brother. I'm coming with you, whether you like it or not."

"Okay, Jeremy," I said shaking his grotty hand. "You're in."

"Uh, hey, maties!" yelled the pirate boy uncertainly. "We found somethin' me think ye'd like to have a look at..."

"What?" I asked and ran over to where the purple shirt boy and the blue-eyed girl were leaning over something.

I looked at it. "It looks like... blood..." I said as I looked at a long trail of crimson liquid oozing down the road.

"Well... It's similar to blood... but it's glowing... let's just say that..." the purple shirt boy said. I felt like I going to be sicker than when I ate the flesh pizza at Freddy Fazbear's.

"We'll follow it," I declared as Jeremy, the spirits and I all piled in the car. I had to find Jamie. I could still hear her screams echoing in my ears, "Mike! Help me...!" And I think I already knew where the blood trail was leading to...

(A/N: Sorry if there is not much MikexJamie in here, it's just leading up to it. And there way better Jamike stories already out there so probably won't win, but I'm gonna keep writing it and add in a few twists because I'm enjoying writing this. Thanks!)