A/N- So, for those of you who didn't know, I used to be ItzDelusional, but I changed my name. When I left FNaF, I left so many uncomplete ideas behind. So I have finally decided to come back and finish those, and maybe even write some more.

However, shout out to for sticking with me, you're awesome!

Now, this story is an OC x story, and will contain Yaoi, so if you don't like that, go back to sleep.

Next, The OC is not really an OC. I am using the Character Miles Upshur from probably the best horror game I've ever played- Outlast. Miles would have escaped Mount Massive and went to have become the new guard of Fazbear's. If you have never seen or played Outlast some events in this story may not make any sense, but don't worry, I'll fill you in with the A/N at the end of every chapter.

Lastly, this story takes place in the FNaF 2 building, but the original animatronics are not withered and still play upstage.

So, I present to you- Withstand.

Miles glanced quickly towards his hands as he sat in the office swivel chair. He was willing to bet his remaining eight fingers that this job wouldn't be nearly as bad as his experience at Mount Massive was. There was a large scab over his two missing fingers, to serve as a little reminder of Dr. Trager. He had only been out of the Asylum for a week, and was presumed dead. Hence, he lost his job as a reporter.

Only luck happened to be on his side when he found a place so desperate for a security guard they wouldn't do a background check. He sighed and glanced over at the clock. 11:47 it read. Miles sighed and stood from the seat. He walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. Looking lazily into the mirror, he overlooked himself. Miles wasn't a bad looking guy, he was around 5.5", had light brown hair, and slightly toned skin. Leading to how he got a girlfriend so quick.

Although, he guessed none of that mattered now, as he was presumed dead.

Taking one last look at himself he began his way back to the office. Walking down the hallway was the least bit eerie to him, even though it was pitch black, he couldn't find his fear. Had he never of been in Mount Massive, he probably would have been cowering in his office. Taking his seat once again, he looked down to his bag and unzipped it. He pulled out an old camcorder that looked like he got it from the dump; the screen was cracked and it was covered in dust. He frowned; it was hard to believe that this small device held so many bad memories. Every moment he spent hiding in a locked or cowering under a bed, this little box held it all. All it had to do was go into the wrong hands.

Miles gently placed it down onto the desk, and flipped up his tablet; nothing had changed. He groaned and rubbed his head. Surely, there had to be a way to pass the time. Looking back up, his heart nearly stopped; His camcorder was gone. He stood up and looked around the desk, maybe it had fallen? His eyes dimmed; he would have heard it.

Shad grinned widely; taking things was too easy! He glanced down at the small recorder in his paw. He figured since he took it, he might as well see what was on it. He plugged it into the lounge TV and hit the 'Play' button. Around 10 minutes in, he wished he hadn't. The man holding the camera through the horrifying events was the one sitting in the office frantically searching around for the item he took.

There was blood all over the walls, the floor, and even the ceiling. The recording was obviously not meant to be viewed. Miles was constantly running down corridors, away from any insanity that pursued him.

Shad sat there for around 2 hours, just watching the entire thing. The patients looked like something straight out of a horror film, and their facial features made him feel like stuffing them would be an act of kindness. He was even at a point where the entire 2nd floor was on fire. Shad couldn't watch it anymore. He hit the 'Options' button, and went down to the notes tab. The tab brought up all the notes Miles had made in the Asylum.

He scrolled down through the various note titles when one caught his eye. It would have made him laugh if the previous video hadn't of shook him so much. It Read; "I can't believe Father Martin just one upped Jesus Christ himself in shitty ways to die. And I don't believe I'm going to miss him. A way out. If he's telling the truth, now I've got a way out. And a story to tell. He wants me to spread his gospel? I'll tell the whole fucking world." Gospel? What was that? He had a lot of questions.

He unplugged the camera and started his was back to the office. He fazed through the wall behind Miles, and gently placed the device back into the duffel bag.

Miles looked down, running his hand through chocolate brown hair, as small gleam caught his eye. He gazed down towards it, and unzipped the duffel bag fully. His Camera! His mind was on overdrive. How could it disappear and reappear so fast? He was used to strange occurrences, but this one seemed different. How it was different though, was still a question. Surely, his mind was just playing tricks on him, for it's been doing that the entire month, so it could easily be the answer.

He popped the camera tab up and saw that the blue rabbit that had been on the stage with the others was no longer in the present room. Miles rolled his eyes. There it goes again, his mind making him feel like one of the patients.

I know that was a very abrupt ending, but I have the entire next chapter planned out already, and need this one to end here. Also, I won't be able to update past a 1000 words, as I have a very tight time schedule. Lastly, sorry if it seemed a bit rushed, again, time hates me.

Time for the explanations! So, take a seat, this will take a while. Half way through Outlast, 2 of your fingers get cut off by an insane Dr. Trager. The patients in the asylum are all distorted and creepy. 90% of the game is pitching black, forcing you to use a night vision mode that drains your camera battery, encouraging you to look for more.

Wow, actually, that didn't take long at all, my bad.

Well, whatever!

Going to try to have chapter 2 out by 1-17-17