All Authors notes / A/N's are old and old because this story was originally posted on Archive of Out Own c: So yeah! Sorry!/

A/N: Lets suppose for the time being that Purple Man and Phone Guy are two completely different people. Yes, i AM going to make Phone Guy be in Springtrap, but i guess you'll have to find out why later :D I have a REALLY good idea for this and i can finally do it! Sorry if chapters update a bit slow though. School sucks and i have three other multi chapter fanfictions to keep up with, so i just needed to get this one out before i lost the idea aha. Thanks for reading anyway, if i get more comments and kudos ill be sure to speed up release dates a bit. [I'm also trying to keep preoccupied by writing fanfics, to distract myself from the fact FNAF might be over ;-;] If you like Bonnie, please ask him/me questions on my deviantart for art-ed answers! . :D :D :D/

Chapter One: Found You

The pre recorded messages had left chills in Mike's spine everytime they played. First one was a bit...nice, he guessed, but they got worse. And on the fourth night of his new hellish job, it turned out the poor guy was probably dead.

"Uh, hey. When you get this, you mind checking the...suits in the back? I always wondered what was in those old things..."

Next thing Mike hears, was distorted talking and hellish sounds. He shut it off quickly, not wanting to hear anymore of the sounds. Where had he recorded those? Was it in here, or at his own house? The thought of the animatronics being able to get into his apartment sent shivers down his spine. He had to call the police a few times this week alone, just to search his place and make sure nothing got in. But this guy, if what he said was true and there WERE shit like wires in the suits, he was probably dead or dying. And to think he was in there that entire week...

As the six am bells rang through the building, the animatronics walked in slight disappointment back to their stations. Mike walked out as Foxy slowly straddled back to Pirates Cove, and flipped him off. "Fuck-a you, Foxy!"

For a split second, Foxy looked back, and a sound could be heard, but Mike couldn't tell if it was speaking. A bit spooked, he stepped back, but Foxy continued his walk of shame back to his outpost. Fucker wasn't fast enough anyways.

Mike made sure all the animatronics were back into their places before turning on the lights to the place. The day shift guard and the manager should be there in about twenty minutes, to get ready for the day. He had time, a lot of time before he could go back to his salvation and finally sleep for a while, before his next shift.

He shuddered at the thought of working another damned night. Wasn't four enough? Wasn't ONE? Nobody should have to work here, but he didn't care who did next. He wanted out. But of course, that wasn't possible.

Mike walked to the extras room, where all the heads and suits that weren't used were. There were rooms attached to the back of this one, not able to be seen on the camera. He pondered for a moment before opening the door, afraid of what was going to be in there. It was scary in the day and night, he couldn't understand how anyone could go in here and not be scared shitless. Mike had seen on his duty that the heads had ALL moved to look at him, ALL OF THEM. He didn't suspect the animatronics could do that, because they just weren't quick enough to do so in the time that the camera's went black. There sure was some shit going on here, but he just had to know if the man on the phone was faking the whole 'im-getting-shoved-into-a-suit' thing. Maybe he would just jump out at Mike and scare the living hell out of him.

Even more hesitant now, he opened the door to the parts room. He peeked in, and turned on the dim light, opening the door completely now. He looked around, the heads all in their proper places. He looked specifically to the back of the room, where he was not able to see on the camera because of the angle. He saw a door which read "Employee's Only". No shit Employee's only, who else would be back here?

Slowly, he walked to the door, and called out a soft "Hello?" Before pausing to see if anyone answered. But the place was silent, other than the music that came from the stage when the lights went on.

He crept to the back door, which read "Employee's Only", and slid the door open. It was already creaked open, which made Mike feel a sense of horrible, horrible, HORRIBLE dread.

He opened the door, and turned on the light switch. He stood there in shock and fear, frozen solid in a state of pure terror.

In the room, laid animatronic suits being help by hat seemed to be ropes.. They seemed older than the ones in the other rooms, but these ones were departed from eyes and looked mostly rancid and scratchy. On the floor was a yellow one, however. It seemed like to be Bonnie, but yellow with blood seeping from the hands. There was one more that stood out as well, a golden looking Freddy suit. It sat in a pose to be supposingly looking at Mike, but Mike was too traumatized by the blood on the walls and the strange array of the suits that he couldn't talk.

"Gdh...Is someone...th...there?"

Mike blinked. His eyes started to tear up out of absolute fear, and he shook, not knowing what the proper response was.

"Y-y-yes."

"Th-thank god. I-i-i kinda got a little fucked u-up."

Mike sprinted the short distance to where the muffled sound was coming from, and to the golden looking bonnie. He shifted the head to see if he could see in, and the face was horrible. The animatronic had a smile, a horrible smile, like an insane person would have. It was bloody and seemed if it was crying or something, and had light pink and red scars. The animatronic was foam, and felt like leather. It made Mike shiver.

"U-um, how do i...take this off?"

As the man told Mike how to safely take it off, the man remained unusually calm. He had even laughed and tried to make a good thing from the situation, despite his stutters of fear and the blood seeping from the animatronic that was definitely fresh.

When the man was out, he thanked Mike, and tried to walk. However, his legs were bleeding from something, and he almost imeaditelly fell over in pain. Mike, still in a panic, put his arms around the man and began to walk him hurriedly out of the smelly blood covered room.

As they got out, Mike sat the man into his office. He began to shuffle to find water for the giy, who thanked him. How long had be been in there? He was cleay injured, dehydrated, and not fed, so how did he even manage to survive? You cant go more than three days without water, and a month without food.

The man sat in the only chair in the room, blood still seeping onto the floor. Mike hadnt even took a look at the mans face yet. So he took his eyes from the blood and looked up, and saw. He had short black hair, and blue eyes so blue it hurt. He was slim, but he looked tough. He was also probally almost three inches taller than Mike, maybe even four. And that made him slighy uneasy, probally only because of the fact that the animatronics were bigger than him too. [But they were seven or eight feet tall and he wasnt there.]

Picking up the phone Mime began to dial 911 when the man stopped him. He jumped up when he heard the phone start to dial, and said a stern "dont."

"Why not?!"

"You think their going to believe us?"

"Youre hurt! You cant even walk!"

"Its not that bad, it'll he quick. And besides...im out of this plave anyway."

Mike had no idea why he did, but he slammed the phone down. He looked at his watch.

"The manager and the day shift guard will be here soon anyway, they'll just take you to a-"

"Their on their way?!"

Mike nodded, a little scared on qhy the seemingly happy man was now getting mad.

"This place. Its fucked up. Seriously screwed. Someone used a suit, a few years ago...a yellow one...and...he...nevermind. He still might be around, he might be the new manager or the dayshift guard, i dont know. I havent seen what he looks like, but the animatronics all think aevery adult is him. We need to get out of here before they kill us all."

Mike stared at the man. "I...i dont even know your name."

"Scott, but you can call me phone guy if you want."