Eyes of Purple

Chapter Twenty- Three

"Hello? Hello? Uh, hey there, night four! I told you you'd get the hang of it!

"Ok, so uh, just to update you, uh, there's been somewhat of an, uh, investigation going on. Uh, we may end up having to close for a few days... I don't know. I want to emphasize though that it's really just a precaution. Uh, Fazbear Entertainment denies any wrongdoing. These things happen sometimes. Um... It'll all get sorted out in a few days. Just keep an eye on things and I'll keep you posted.

"Uh, just as a side note though, try to avoid eye contact with any of the animatronics tonight if you can. Someone may have tampered with their facial recognition systems - we're not sure. But the characters have been acting very unusual, almost aggressive towards the staff. They interact with the kids just fine, but when they encounter an adult, they just...stare.

"Uh...Anyways, hang tight. It'll all pass. Good night!"

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Thursday, 10: 23

"You're leaving?!"

Michael hadn't expected Jeremy's reaction to be so... severe. The young man's eyes were red from stress, his clothes seemingly thrown together. He had a heavy frown.

Had he ran all the way here?

"Scott told you, then?" No answer, just a heavy sigh.

"Why?"

"... I can't tell you."

"Why?" His tone was sad, demanding.

"I can't, Jeremy. I have my reasons, and I ask you to respect that." Disappointment and disbelief flared in Jeremy's eyes. His breaths were heavy, and he chose not to answer, scanning the walls instead. "Jeremy. Look at me." The young man was hesitant, and his gaze skirted around Michael's, reluctant to meet his eyes.

"You'll be fine?"

"I'll be fine."

"... I don't believe you."

"That's alright. Sometimes I don't believe myself."