Hi!
It's been a while since I've given a full story, so I wanted to treat you with sething that's 'complete' but not wuite, much like 'Mike Messed Up'.
HOWEVER! This is NOT intended for all ages, or for all readers. We took a very different path with the shrinking world and made into something you haven't seen inside Video Game Fanatics.
For this reason we're going to actually keep it at one chapter, see how you guys like it, and then go from there. If it's mostly stated to not truely be suitable for, we have no problem taking it down. If that happens, we highly encourage you to head over to Deviant Art under Video Game Fanatics.
If it's mostly welcomed, we will add the rest of the chapters. Again, this is a very different take on both Five Nights At Freddy's and shrinking/borrwers world. It is NOT meant for all ages, and includes people being treated as pets.
We don't want to offend anyone, this is not our intention. We simply created a story we thought you would enjoy. And we will respect your wishes if it seems inappropriate to have it here on .
Either way, we want to thank you for both reading this, and a special thanks to those who following us and leave reviews. This has honestly been a blast writing and sharing with you. Hopefully you'll enjoy it as much as we do!
If this story isn't for you, we really hope our other writings will be a better fit. Thank you so much, and have a wonderful night!
NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES
WARNINGS
Frequent cursing
Angst
Mistreatment to a lesser being
Mentions of murder
DISCLAIMER
This is based upon the video game franchise Five Nights At Freddy's, all rights for the characters and the world they interact inside belong solely to Scott Cawthon. We own nothing but the writing.
Please give credit to those who deserve it. Thank you.
DESCRIPTION
After a full year of becoming one big happy 'family' for the Freddy Fazbear night guards, a disease infects the entire world, latching onto seemingly random victims.
Due to the fact the disease dwindles whoever is infected down to the average height of about three inches tall, and the idea it only resorts those who are claiming to be human simply resort back to their 'original form', everyone infected is captured and put up for sale as a Mini-Me to be purchased by those still considered human and become their loving pet.
Mike was one of the first ones captured, and it's been nearly two months since he was put up for sale in the pet shop he used to always pass by when visiting Fritz. He doesn't know where the others are, nor is there any way to find out, either.
This is where our story begins...
Please take note Mike is the person who was bit in 1987, as well as Fritz's mother died and therefore was adopted by David to be his guardian. Not father, guardian.
"JEREMY!"
Mike pants as he sprints away from the bright lights, the surgical gloves, the containers waiting patiently.
"JEREMY!"
He didn't know where the stuttering guard went. He was literally right there! He even had his hand before someone ran into them and forced him to let to.
"JEREMY!"
He'll make whoever touches that adorable kid pay.
"JERE-!"
"Better shut that one up," a voice booms overhead, drowning the desperate shout without even trying to.
Mike whirls around when the crowd of people swarming around him suddenly change direction, forcing the lead guard to cover his head as something heavy, loud, and giant looms above him. Above them. Above the hundred people racing away.
That's when a shadow descends above them, a collective scream, followed by fast breaths of relief when they're not suddenly lifted away. When they're not fished out of the crowd.
When only Mike is suddenly dangling by the back of his shirt a least fifty feet above the unforgiving ground.
"LET ME THE FUCK GO! YOU SON OF A GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING-!"
The bald man screams when something wraps around him, twisting every which way to get free, attempting to rip his arm away and punch the shit out of something.
"JERE-!"
"You don't know when to stop, do you?"
That's when something is looped around Mike's neck, the man kicking before tensing as the item is tightened. So much it nearly cuts into his skin. It did, however, as he snaps his head from side to side as he continues with struggling. It doesn't do anything except rub his skin raw, a yell of pain escaping him as a loud sigh is released.
A loud sigh, followed by a gust of wind nearly blowing the man's hat away as he freezes.
Those bright blue eyes then scan over the area around him, the object holding him. His heart skips a beat when he feels the odd texture of surgical gloves on his arms, the sickening blue color covering every inch of him except for his head, neck, and shoulders.
He then realizes how goddamn hot it was, nearly sweating as whatever holds him seems to tighten its hold on him ever so slightly. The blinding light then moves away, allowing Mike to see exactly what the hell was going on.
Giants. It was a motherfucking giant holding him. And, if he remembers correctly, he saw that same goddamn asshole not even two days ago. Came into Freddy Fazbear's when he and Jeremy were talking near the stage so the toys could hear and whisper a comment to make them laugh as Fritz bounced around the room as happy as he could be. The man stood a little off to the side with a woman in his arms as he hugged her. Ruffled the hair or his son as he ran off. Strong features and only an inch taller than the lead guard.
And now he's fucking holding Mike in one hand.
"No, it can't be, you can't-"
"This one's done," the man suddenly announces, not even registering the human being he was holding wasn't kicking and screaming for his life anymore.
Before he could realize what happened, those fingers once pinning him in place suddenly open up. And when another hand hovers over to snatch the newly documented human from their companion's hand, he leaps off and onto the ground with the miracle of not breaking anything.
"HEY!"
Mike slaps his hands over his ears at that. He doesn't stop, however, racing away when the giants that were his size not even two minutes ago begin to turn toward him.
It was as if he was stupid. Put a hand down and he slips under their arm. Hand swiping and he slides underneath it. Palm up and he leaps over the curling fingers attempting to snatch him up.
"MIKE!"
The lead guard changes his direction at the familiar voice, breathing heavily when the same person he saw at the restaurant finally stands up and stomps toward him.
There was no possible way he could outrun that. He could race from a hand grab, but he couldn't run from goddamn shoes longer than he was tall. Especially when they stomp directly behind him, barely missing the man himself before he flies into the air and skids to a stop on, on, on...
Holy fuck. This was the street. He was on the goddamn street. And-
"LET HIM GO!"
Mike screams as he kicks once more at the fucking hand curling around him, wanting nothing more than to race away and get back to Jeremy. Get to the voice calling him.
Get back to his original height of five foot six instead three inches. Just, three, inches.
"FRITZ!"
"THEY HAVE MIKE!"
"AND THEY'LL HAVE YOU TOO IF YOU DON'T- FRITZ!"
"NO! NO PLEASE! DON'T!"
That's when Mike jerks awake, staring at the space in front of him before he realizes giant ass tears were streaming down his face.
The shop. The pet shop. The pet shop he was being sold in.
"Morning, Mike!" a voice calls, earning a wince from the man as a form darts past him, flickering on lights and making the rest of the store brighter.
"Turn the damn things off and let me go the fuck back to sleep, Abby!"
"Says the sweetest things," the girl smiles, plopping onto the counter before tapping her pen on the counter. She watches the ex-lead guard wince with any single seismic thump it creates, but when he doesn't say anything she simply continues.
"Good night, then?"
"Great night. My boyfriend treated me with chocolates and flowers and-!"
Mike then looks over at the shelves on either side of the row that lead straight to him and Abby, the girl currently talking her own goddamn ear off about he doesn't even fucking know. He does know how to make her think she knows, though. And that was only so he could ask about certain shipments...
"So great night for you?" The girl finally questions, leaning forward with the pen completely forgotten. Because the pen only existed if she was waiting to be asked how her life was.
Life of the goddamn party.
"Some fucker tried to goddamn rob the place. I took his ass down with one hand."
"Was he handsome?"
"God you sound like Vincent sometimes."
Mike freezes at the words coming out of his mouth, slowly standing up before moving to the wide of his tank that was used for 'privacy', even though Abby could see clear into it and the customers can't. "Give me a minute."
This time the human lets him be, simply humming a random tune as she checks off the store's checklist.
Vincent. He never thought about Vincent. He didn't know if the purple man was safe, alive, well...human.
Jeremy was shrunk. Fritz was shrunk. Caleb was assumed to be human still. Scott was actually assumed to be shrunken, even inside the same 'batch' as him and Jeremy. David was most definitely human, especially with what little he could remember of that night. James was assumed to be human. Eggs was assumed to be shrunk. William was shrunk as well-
Excuse him. They were all 'resorted back to their original forms'.
The bullshit given for their asses suddenly shrinking all around the globe. Yes it was a disease, but apparently one that only went to certain goddamn people because they were never human.
'The Borrowers' and shit like that? Apparently all real, just the stories of their people based down from generation to generation to fucking
"AH!"
"Hey! You can't do that when customers come in!" Abby snaps, kneeing the tank's glass and forcing Mike to stumble back. He simply nods even though she doesn't look down at him, once again continuing through her work list.
Goddamn it. And every person he knew, the morons who built this fucking society. They believed every pansy ass lie.
All the way down to him being just some pet to be bought and sold and owned. He wasn't anything to them. They were never anything to them. He's seen countless and countless of people being taken away. Little kids torn from their families. Married couples and fiancés ripped apart by little kids and dumbass adults who should know better.
And he's stuck at the front. Meaning when a customer comes in-
"Hi!"
Before the lead guard can even think, the hand of his so called 'coworker' as Abby claims rips him from out of his tank, plopping the man down onto the counter.
And oh fuck they have a kid.
"Welcome to 'Paradise'!" Mike exclaims, a giant ass smile plastered to his face as three pairs of giant eyes lock onto him immediately.
It made him want to run. To hide and plead for Abby to 'pick' someone else to do this goddamnthing of putting himself in danger and being picked up and paraded around like a goddamn pet that could talk.
Jeremy. Do it for Jeremy. Fritz. Caleb. Scott. Vincent. David. Eggs. James. Do it for all of them.
I can do this.
"And what's the special occasion!"
Mike holds back a scream when the little boy snatches him from the counter, grabby little hands holding him just a bit too tight.
And by a bit too tight he means the kid is going to fucking KILL HIM ABBY HELP!
"I'm turning ten!"
Hell Spawn was supposed to turn nine a few days ago.
"And that means I can get a Mini-Me!"
Yep. Rub it in assholes. 'It's so cute!' 'What should we call them!' 'I mean, they used to be just like us only thirty seconds ago!' 'Let's call it a MINI-ME!'
"Like you!"
"Just like me," Mike grins, forcing himself to keep from squirming in the kid's grasp. To keep from cursing. To keep from doing anything.
"What kind are you looking for?"
The parents don't respond, earning a glare from the shrunken man. Especially when they clearly wait for Abby to finish her spill about choosing the right pet. Her spill from their own question. When Mike was obviously helping them already.
"I wanna get a pretty girl. Then she can stand on my shoulder and make everyone jealous," the human boy grins wildly.
It only made Mike's stomach drop. Because that meant nice teenager girls who don't deserve this kind of sit. With a little real hell spawn going to be a giant ass brat to. When she's already in a stage of her life that's supposed to mean rebellion, boyfriends, crazy make-out sessions, football games, and shit like that.
Not being some little toy for a snotty boy to make all his friends jealous. Some kid this one will turn out to be.
"And the girls are on this side," Abby smiles, waving away the three and grinning at seeing Mike being taken along for the ride.
It's been too long since the Mini-Me was taught a few manners. Kids were the best at that, though. One slip of that famous tongue of curse words, and he'll be set straight again.
Mike hesitates as he's held quite carelessly out to the side, watching the few shelves of dog and cat toys being slowly brought into his 'lane' before the little boy finally brings him back in safely. Out to greet the water and food dishes before barely missing crashing into them. Back for the leashes-
"Ow!" he hisses, hands rubbing at his head from the metal part of one harness whacks him harder than Scott ever would. Glancing to the side and seeing they were still traveling, he then tapping on the fist currently holding him. Once again, a tad too tightly. "Hey, would you mind-?"
"I like her!"
The boy bounces forward to one tank located beside a few hamsters, Mike ducking down in the attempt to stay safe from the rapid movement.
Take back his thought of being a pet. None of them were treated like pets. They were all treated like toys. Because who, in the fucking world, SHAKES A GODDAMN HAMSTER!
"I don't know," the mother begins, leaning over and nearly hitting Mike with her swinging necklace as he looks inside the tank.
Said girl apparently being both loved and hated was braiding a younger girl's hair, cascading locks beautiful, especially when they consider she has to use soap as shampoo and conditioner. They didn't care for the Mini-Me's. Just pets who acted like them.
Who pretended they were them apparently. Not that it fucking mattered anymore...
The stunning young adult looks over, pausing her work before carefully letting a piece of the girl's hair go to wave at them.
"No."
Mike waves back just before he's whisked away, the woman sharing a sympathetic gaze before turning back to her self-assigned task. At least she was safe from this brat. At least she was safe from this brat...
"I think you should find someone more in your age range, champ," the father smiles, ruffling his son's hair and nearly slapping Mike out of the hand with a careless drop of his arm back to his side.
For Jeremy. For Jeremy. For Scott, Caleb, James, David, Eggs, Fritz, Vincent.
I can do this.
"Uh, the younger girls are that way," the ex-lead guard smiles, pointing toward the front of the store.
He's ignored, however, no surprise there. Just something to keep their son entertained. No need to listen when he's done this literally a million times. But hey, just another day in 'Paradise'.
...fuck his life.
Finally. Finally the family travels to where his 'age range' was, stopping in front of the tanks and peering inside. Mike was actually put upside down when the little boy was looking. At least he didn't let go.
At least he didn't-
The shrunken man suddenly screams when there was once a bit too tight grip holding him firmly, and then there was no grip holding him firmly.
His hands lunge out to grab something. Anything.
He was so close to finding Jeremy! He needed to find Fritz! He needed to get to them! Make sure they were safe!
Please! He needed to-!
Mike shrieks when he collides with something, said object almost acting like a slide as he falls to the unforgiving ground at an angle. And just when he reaches the 'bottom' what he finally figured out was the little brat's pant leg, he then rolls over the laces, the tip of the shoe, sliding to a stop on the gross and disgusting floor.
He doesn't lie there, however, leaping to a stand and racing under the shelves just as the little boy step right fucking where he just was.
Jeremy. Jeremy. Fritz. Caleb. Vincent. Benedict. Cawthon. Harrison Ford...
I can't do this.
Mike allows tears to fall as he slowly stands up, head and body singing a song of fucking pain and despair. But he can't stop, or he'll get killed.
A stray cockroach from the lizard cages that escaped. A stray rat from either the lizard cages or its own cage that escaped. A broom. A vacuum.
...the very people he thought he could trust could even kill him. Just come at the right fucking time and stomp on his ass into a bloody smear for Abby to clean up and make them pay forty goddamn bucks.
David would like that. David would like that a lot.
Would David even miss him? The business man was there when Fritz apparently had the disease completely conquer him, so he would know that Mike was one of the 'liars' of society. They had their fights, a lot of goddamn difference, whatever the hell that goddamn phrase meant, but would he miss it?
No. They don't miss him. Why the hell would they? Just one fucked up night guard.
Oh. Ex-night guard. One his own animatronics even bit on the fucking head.
"Mike?"
"Hey, Abby! I just, uh-"
"There's a new customer coming in so get up here!"
Mike hesitates at that, glancing fearfully at the employee's shoes currently bouncing impatiently on the ring of the chair she sits on, clearly not happy that the family who took him apparently didn't let him get home before curfew.
He didn't really care if he made her unhappy. He was tired and morally destroyed and fuck he just wanted a goddamn piece of something to eat that wasn't a pellet! Even a nice tasty cockroach sounded goddamn appetizing!
And no, he was not being sarcastic.
"Abby, can I-?"
"HI!"
Mike can't even scream when her hand snatches him up once more, setting him onto the top of the counter. Over the part that was glass so people could see into his 'home'. See what Mini-Me's did and shit like that. See what your 'home' for them should be like too...
For Jeremy.
"Welcome to 'Paradise'!" Mike exclaims, looking up at the newest customers with a bright ass smile.
His next words catch in his throat, looking almost horrified up at what exactly he was seeing. One blink, two blink, three goddamn blinks. And it's still there. Still real. Still...his family.
"G-G-G-Guys?"
Scott smiles softly does at the tiny man staring up at them, breathing out in relief of finding him there and alive. Obviously traumatized, forced to smile and not curse, but here.
"It's really good to see you Mike," James begins, shifting ever so slightly as Scott moves forward a bit. He was used to the sudden movements, though not as much as his companion on the eldest guard's other shoulder. "Don't accidentally crush him when you hug him."
"I'd never hurt Mikey Mike!" Vincent exclaims, waving down at the man he had sworn to protect, lifting his chin from his best friend to stand properly behind the others, grinning like a madman as he then ruffles Caleb's hair.
"Hi, Mike," the boy greets, holding Fredbear close as he smiles widely at the man standing before him. He then glances over at his shoulder with the movement on it, making sure Eggs can wave properly at their honorary night guard.
"Hey, Mike!" the mechanic smiles, 'tsking' his friend with a wink as he leans back onto his 'ride's' neck. "No crying on us! Not manly!"
"I kind of like it," Fritz comments a bit smugly before hesitating as he moves back from his admittedly precarious spot on his guardian's shoulder. He was getting better, but it was till nerve wracking.
"I don't know. Eggs is right about it not being very manly," David smirks, arms crossed as he winks down at the man that honestly could beat the shit out of him before. Now he was just a whiny ass little bitch.
A whiny ass little bitch he and everyone else weren't going to leave without.
"You...you...holy shit."
Mike stumbles back, hand rubbing over his hat as tears flood his eyes.
They were okay. They were all okay. Every last one of them. Even the ones who were complete- scratch that. They were all complete assholes, and they were all-
"Wait."
Before Mike can say anything more, Vincent offers his closed hand to the counter. Carefully his fingers then uncurl in an attempt at a grand reveal to what he was hiding from their friend.
Too bad it didn't really work. Before his hand was open completely, a blur of brown and the last member lunges at Mike, arms wrapping around the ex-lead guard in a giant hug. And he wasn't left hanging, the man quickly returning the action and snuggling into the soft ass curls.
"Hi, Mike. It's really good to see you."
"Jerber. I thought I fucking lost you."