Bold is lyrics
Is what you'll see later
Mike's thoughts
Mirror
Old friend lost to death.

WARNING: Contains suicide options, if you do not like that, it's best to avoid it.
FNAF isn't mine.

A man that goes by the name of Michael Schmidt now sits upright in his bed, head in hands, fearing his fate.

About six days ago Mike received a phone call offering him a job for an attraction at the amusement park Nightmare Peak. The name threw him off, but the man said it was only because the horror attractions opened at night, not because of what had happened years before. Everyone knew of that event. Mike knew that he needed a job but this was out of the blue! When he was about to say 'no' the man said to meet him there the next day for an interview, at the same time that Mike had picked up the phone to this call. It had seemed weird to Mike but hen he was about to ask about the time the man had hung up. Mike went, oblivious but nervous.
When he entered the park he was blindfolded, Mike of course freaked out but a syringe in the arm put him right to sleep.
Once Mike woke up he was greeted by the smell of dried up blood. Smelling this, Mike jumped up from where he had been lying on the floor and bolted to the door, banging on it. The door was locked, it wouldn't budge and that set fear into his heart. He was trapped, Mike looked around and found a man, he was sitting down on a leather chair looking smug.. Mike wildly guessed that he was the owner of the park. The owner grinned at Mike, Mike swallowed and sat down on the other leather chair that the owner had gestured to for him to sit on, sweat was dripping down Mike's face and onto the bloodied floor. The owner then told Mike that his name was Nate Smith. He was a slim man, raven black hair, neon green earrings, black glasses which covered his dark brown eyes that were filled to the brim with care but there was something else, something that Mike couldn't describe.. It sent shivers down his spine. This man was trouble and he knew it. Nate wore a red shirt with the words 'Keep Calm And Spam The Hell Out Of Flamethrower' Mike noted that it had some kind of lion on it too.. He might have to search that up on his computer. Looking down Mike saw that he had black trousers and green shoes. Nate had told Mike of what he had to do but he never revealed the name of said attraction. Mike nodded through it calming down once he noted that Nate wasn't showing any hostility towards him. When Mike had asked him what the name was, Nate simply passed him a contract that looked similar to the one at his last job, though he paid it no mind.. at the time. Mike merely shrugged and signed it, not bothering to read it. Nate stood up from his seat and walked over to Mike grabbing the contract and revealing the attraction's name. Mike paled.
Fazbear's Fright 'He must have known.. Shit..' He, once knowing what could lie ahead, pleaded to his new boss to free him of his contract but Nate decided to break his spirits and say that he could go to jail for breaking his contract, Mike had no other choice but to obey.
"Welcome to the family Mike.. No More will I have to worry about you declining the position" Mike had simply nodded to that, knowing that he knew of his previous job. He must have known they were going to find one and make him deal with it. 'I'm just destined to deal with animatronics aren't I!'

Back to the present, Mike feels as though he's going insane. The past week had been hectic for him, Sunday being the day where it all began. With his ..boss forcing him to work, the zombie rabbit hunting him down like a predator would it's prey and now he's hearing whispers telling him to
'Just sleep. Just dream' Mike, right now is considering suicide. 'My life is just.. Mangled up..'
"Just sleep. Just dream" Sweat dripped down his brow as he heard the whispers again.
"Just sleep. Just dream" Oh, if only he could. If he's going to survive the nights ahead he's going to need his sleep, but sleeping with constant fear flowing through you isn't easy, and Mike knows that best. With the suicide option finally getting to him, Mike leaps out of bed and runs over to his window. Pulling on the handle he found that it wouldn't open. 'Please.. Please open for me!' Several tries later Mike gave up, but that wouldn't stop him. Mike ran over to his door only to find that it too wasn't going to open anytime soon. 'Fuck's sake!' Mike backed up then threw himself at the wooden door. It stood like it hadn't even been touched. He leaned up against it tears streaming down his now bloodied cheeks, bloodied because he had accidentally crashed his face into the wooden structure. It stung, but he didn't care.
"Just Sleep. Just dream" Mike backed away from the door. He swore he just heard the whispers come from behind it, was that why he couldn't open it? He wasn't sure, but he knew the voices weren't here to help.

That's when he heard them again, but this time, he heard it coming from behind. This time, it wasn't a whisper. It was a clear voice that struck him like lightning.
"In the back of my mind, I've been trying to chase a monster this whole time" Mike quickly turned around to where he heard the voice but saw nothing. Was he hallucinating? He had been seeing the animatronics of his past come at him, but disappear on contact. Or was this some sort of prank someone was pulling on him..? It didn't sound like anyone he knew but then again it could be anyone his friends knew right? He sat down on his bed, it was those thoughts that were bouncing around in his mind. 'My friends can't do that.. They don't know where I live!' Mike's thoughts came to a halt and a new one struck him. The whisper was talking about a monster.. 'Is it me?' His question was answered when the voice spoke once more.
"But I couldn't see, the monster was me, and no one heard our cries.." Mike screamed and spun to face the wall in front of him. Still Nothing. More tears were streaming down his face, he couldn't stop them and he didn't want to. Mike just wants to get away from everything and be free.. Yet he can never be free and Mike knows that it's true. Thinking back to what the voice had said.. It had said that it itself was the monster.. And cries? He hasn't heard any cries as of late.. Except his own. 'What is going on!?' He held his head in his hands trying to answer the constant questions that kept crawling into his mind, the ones that have appeared during his time at the pizzeria came back and Mike now had to try and answer those too, though they would be answered soon enough. But he didn't know that.

Mike had come to a conclusion that maybe it was just that dumb Golden Freddy animatronic that haunts his dreams every now and again. 'But then again.. It all sounded so real...' Mike's breathing became rapid, if it was GF then wouldn't he be dead by now? Then he'd be happy.. Adrenaline was now pumping through his veins and the hairs on the back of his neck standing up on end. He knew his chances of sleeping were now futile.
"Now I've run out of tears, the time has come for me to disappear" Wait. Disappear? Does that mean the voices will leave and let him end his life? Or was it just some part of it's demented speech that will no doubt haunt him the rest of his sad life. He felt something grip his shoulders and the presence of something get close to his left ear whispering to him, Mike felt his heart skip a beat, but not in a good way.
"Get me out of this mess, and away from this stress.." Mike didn't know what it had meant by that. 'Get me out of this mess, away from this stress' He couldn't quite figure it out. 'Out of this mess.. Away from stress? Meaning free them? Are they after me for something!? ..I wish that they'd free me.' He let several more tears escape his eyes, and he knew for certain that tonight was going to be his last. Mike Schmidt, the man who survived seven nights at Freddy's was going to die by the hands of something he can't even see. 'Out of all things..' He felt the grip leave his shoulders and for a split second he saddened, they're not going to help him are they? But not even a second after his hope returned because the grip returned and this time, he saw a hoard of ghosts huddled around him. The one holding him was a dark brown colour with a black top hat with a bonus black bow-tie. The others, a deep violet ghost wearing a blood red bow-tie and black glasses, a sunny yellow ghost wearing a red-stained bib with the words 'Help us!' sown on, a burgundy ghost with a green eye patch which oozed something red and a golden ghost that looked almost exactly like the brown ghost but this time the bow-tie and top hat were a navy blue. All of the ghosts around him started crying the same red substance that he saw oozing out of the the burgundy one's eye-patch. He realized soon after that it was blood. Mike tensed as the brown ghost that was holding him shouted.
"Set me free so I can rest!"

Mike was flung at the wall by the hands of the brown ghost, the purple ghost appeared in front of the wall, tearing the wallpaper off to revel a dark purple portal. Once Mike reached it he was sucked inside 'I'M TRIPPING BALLS!'
In a flash Mike was transported somewhere he didn't recognize at first. Beads of sweat are rolling down his face at an alarming rate and Mike was scared shitless, he didn't know where he was until it finally hit him. He was in his old security guard office, sitting on his broken down chair, wearing his old purple uniform, tied up. The ghosts were still with him and he wanted to move, to escape to do anything! But the ropes and fear wouldn't let him move a muscle, all the ghosts shouted at him with perfect unison making him fear them more than he should have. 'I'm doomed.. But that's good right? ..Right?'
"We're only kids who lost our way!" The violet ghost went over to him and picked him up by the throat. Mike could only stare into his dark brown eyes.
"But if we wait long enough, we will be saved!" The violet threw him back onto the chair which then rolled to the back of the office due to the force, making Mike bash his head against the wall. 'How can a ghost be so strong! And what's with the glasses? Oh, and now I have a headache! Thanks to you glasses!' The yellow one came over to him.
"Just sleep! Just dream!" Yellow then sliced off his ropes, how it did Mike didn't want to know. Backing away, it and the rest continued.
"This isn't fair! No we're not just what we seem!" Mike didn't want to know the rest, not wanting to get hurt again because of them he bolted out of the office and into the west hall, leaving a trail of blood. After a few minutes of running he grew tired, he steadily got his breath back in large puffs whilst leaning against the wall. Mike looked up and his eyes opened wide with his mouth agape when he realized that he was still in the same hall, he figured that it was never-ending, he looked around and saw the trail. 'W-was that me..?' He was pushed to the floor, holding his head Mike looked up and almost screamed at who it was. Foxy. Mike tried scrambling away but the fox jumped onto him stopping his escape.
"We want to fly, but our souls are trapped inside!" The fox animatronic faded and in it's place sat the burgundy ghost. Mike's eyes went wide, he tried pushing the ghost off but his hands went right through him.
"You can touch me bu-!" Fox, Mike had nicknamed him, shushed him by covering his mouth.
"It's not a game, not to blame, we're forced to hide!" Fox looked around, took a quick glance at Mike anger evident in his eyes, then dashed off into pirates cove. Mike was left there on the ground more confused than he's ever been before. One being that he wasn't in the hall but next to pirates cove, two because Fox had left a trail of blood and three because Mike had left his own trail of blood. Mike didn't know whether to scream or cry, he chose to keep quiet, not wanting to give away his location. The blood trail leading from the office to pirates cove -his and Fox's trails had combined- reminded him of one of his previous Nightmares from when he was working here as a night guard.
The Nightmare consisted of him checking the cameras and seeing Foxy run down the west hall, he had quickly put the camera down and reached for the button, but was a second too late. Foxy ran in and screeched something distorted in his face. Mike, in return, screamed and tried to get away but that only resulted in a hook stabbing him right through his chest and out the other side. Mike screamed until his breath ran out leaving him gasping and spurting blood, Foxy pulled out his hook leaving a rather large hole in Mike's chest. He stood and watched as Mike fall down onto his knees, blood draining out of his chest. Mike looked up at Foxy who was giving him a triumphant grin. Mike collapsed onto his own pool of blood, an organ or two slipping out of the hole but Mike was in too much pain to do anything about it. Foxy then dragged him by the arm out of the office, down the west hall leading to pirates cove. Mike left a blood trail. When they got to the supply closet he saw Bonnie in there giving him an evil smirk that says 'Game over' Mike already knew it was a Game Over the minute Foxy set foot in his office, he would've fought back if he could but he was much to weak to do anything that required moving his limbs. When Foxy got to his cove he threw Mike inside, then he himself stepped inside to torture Mike in more ways then one letting his screams be heard all over the pizzeria.
Mike was brought out his flashback by Bonnie grabbing him like a criminal would his hostage, covering his mouth. Bonnie's figure faded to reveal the violet ghost, Bon, Mike nicknamed him, Bon then whisper shouted into his right ear.
"Just sleep! Just dream!" Mike was thrown to the floor. He looked up to see Bon running down to the supply closet, leaving yet another blood trail.
"Almost like my Nightmare... But not quite" Mike said to himself. The golden ghost came up next to Mike.
"It's only a Nightmare and soon we'll be set free!" Mike jumped out of his skin. He looked up to see all the ghosts towering over him. 'Well.. Shit'
"And soon we'll be set free..." Everything faded to black.

When Mike came to he was lying in his bed ..with no ghosts. Was it all a dream? A Nightmare? He sat upright and looked over to his window.. The world outside was all white, not a house, person or building in sight. Mike chuckled 'I must be going insane' He got out of bed and went over to the door, he would open it and leave his room if not for the missing handle. Mike, thinking that maybe he was still sleeping, walked over to his bed and pulled a Purple knife out from underneath it. Why? For security purposes. Mike pulled the knife up to his throat, ready to slice it open only for it to be knocked out of his hand by an unknown force. Mike, coming back to his senses, realized what had happened and reached for the knife again, only to be knocked back onto his bed and pinned down by a ghostly figure. He soon found out that this wasn't a dream at all, it was real life. Everything came crashing down. Was that all real life too? Mike was let go and he just laid there thinking this through but not finding a suitable conclusion, he kept those thoughts going until he heard the voice again and this time it came from the spot next to him.
"And I've been crying out for help" Mike jumped up and looked next to him, finding nothing yet again. 'Yup! Definitely going insane!'
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Mike shouted to nobody in particular, especially since nobody was even there to begin with ..except for ghosts.
"I know I bite but I mean well" Before Mike could even process what the voice that was coming from behind said he felt an excruciating pain coming from his right shoulder, he screamed and looked at his wound, his shirt was now soaking wet with fresh blood, the liquid dripped down his sleeve onto his Purple bed sheets.
"W-why...?" Mike asked the non-existent ghost, he gripped his shoulder with his left hand trying to stop the blood from leaking out.
"Can you see my disguise?" Mike looked up and came face to face with none other than the charred Freddy who had repeatedly lunged at him in that damn horror attraction more than once the night before. He could feel the fear rising up in his chest, the beads of sweat coming down like a waterfall and shivers crawling down his back. 'Fuck!'
"I'm different inside" The charred Freddy faded away to reveal that same brown ghost he feared. Fred, Mike nicknamed the ghost, grabbed Mike's hand and pulled him off of his bed. Mike froze in fear at his touch, tensing when Fred suddenly threw him back onto the bed. 'WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THAT!? SERIOUSLY!' Fred then asked Mike a question he wished he didn't.
"Can you break this spell?"

'Break this spell' Mike didn't know what he had meant by that. What spell? These ghosts had told him things he wished he hadn't known, for starters one of them said that they bite.. Were they referring to the Bite of '87? Mike had heard the Phone Guy say something about it, but he never said who it was so he never knew the victim's name. For seconds, Fox said that they aren't to blame.. They? Does he mean the animatronics? Mike knew that they had stuffed countless guards into suits but.. They aren't to blame for that? For murder? Why? What does this have do do with anything? The only way to find out is to hear the rest of what these ghosts had to say. Mike hesitantly nodded for Fred to continue, Fred gave a small nod back. Smirking.
"And all the ghosts from before, they're knocking and they're breaking down your door" Mike mentally slapped himself for his idiocy. 'Mental note: When you're confronted by ghosts don't let them continue their terrifying, possibly can kill you speech!' After that thought Mike's bedroom door started being assaulted from the other side, Mike sat on his bed terrified, he looked to Fred, but he wasn't there. 'SON OF A BITCH!' The door was blasted apart sending bits of wood everywhere. Mike had blocked most of the wood by holding a pillow up to his face but the rest of his body got blasted by the debris. More of his blood started to seep through his clothes, though Mike tried to ignore the pain and focus on protecting himself. He lowered the pillow to get a good look at what had destroyed his door, he nearly screamed at what was there. It was the toy animatronics -Mike knew because his best friend Jeremy had sent him pictures- but they weren't how Mike knew them. No. They all looked like The Mangle. Broken, destroyed and genuinely Mangled. Mike resisted the urge to scream, he thought about all the possible forms of escape. 'Or maybe I could just let them- NO!' Mike unknowingly jumped off his bed and ran over to the window. The yellow ghost appeared next to him trying to pry it open with it's hands. It then carried on from what Fred had said.
"So please set us free.." Mike knew that it was talking about them both escaping this situation.. Or was it talking about something else? He couldn't tell.
"Now you have the key.." Mike looked at the yellow ghost who was holding out a golden key to him, he somehow knew that it was the key to the window. 'My window didn't have a key before.. My poor, poor sanity' He needed to set them both free using this key. The Mangled animatronics started crawling over to them, not wanting them to leave them there. They're not the only one's who want to be free. Mike pushed the key into the keyhole twisting it so that it was unlocked, he looked over to the yellow ghost and found out that it was replaced by the charred Chica animatronic which haunts him at his new job, he ignored the new-found fear and got the window open, he didn't notice that The Mangle had reached him until he was tripped up by it.
"Shiiiiit!" Mike shouted. Mike landed on the ground with a thud, The Mangle mere inches away. He tried kicking her away but that resulted in The Mangle biting into his shoe as he kicked it's face. It started pulling him towards them. Mike tried grabbing onto the foot of his bed but that didn't do anything for him as he was just yanked away from it.. Mike could feel his foot breaking from inside The Mangle's mouth, he couldn't ignore the pain any longer. He tried and failed to get his foot free by kicking it with his other but that just resulted in it also getting trapped inside The Manlge's maw.
"C-chica h-help!" Chica nodded and ran, Mike would of laughed if he could, over to The Mangle breaking open it's jaw and ripping out Mike's feet from it's mouth leaving large gashes across his shoes. 'AND THEY WERE NEW!' Mike cringed from the pain but kept strong. He didn't know how long that'll last. Chica picked him up off the ground bridal style and ran back over to the window. She forced the unlocked window open and jumped out, fading back into her ghost form in the process. Mike decided to nickname her Chi, the other ghosts appeared next to them as they fell into the infinite abyss of white.
"Because I can't take the pain no more!" Their world faded to white.

Mike woke up to find that all his wounds were gone and that he is now in a completely different office than before. An office much bigger than his but with no doors and instead, vents. Next to him a Freddy head. Something wasn't right here.. He was in the old restaurant wasn't he? Mike slapped his forehead. 'Of. Fucking. COURSE!' Mike picked up the tablet and looked at Camera 09.. On the stage stood the old animatronics. 'Aren't the toys supposed to be there?' The second he put down the tablet, all of the old ones where there with him. Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy, Chica even the Golden Freddy animatronic.. The one that knocked him out cold on night one! 'The one that almost got me killed by freaking Bonnie over there!' He felt his anger building, that is, until he got a good look at them. Bonnie had his face missing and his right arm gone, tears every part of his suit. Chica with her missing hands, torn up suit with the top half of her head barely being held up by her endoskeleton. Freddy looked relatively normal except for a couple of tears here and there. Foxy looked like his torn up self with a lot more tears, not a lot of change there. Then there's what Mike likes to call Golden Freddy, the animatronic who haunts him the most. Golden Freddy was slumped on the desk, right ear missing and wires poking out in every direction. They were all looking directly at Mike, he was staring them down as well. Although, he didn't want to admit that he could feel the fear for them coming back. They all shouted at once, nearly knocking Mike off of his seat.
"We're only kids who lost our way!" Mike was confused. 'Again with this?' He didn't have time to react when Golden Freddy suddenly jumped at him, knocking him off of his chair and pinning him to the wall.
"But if we wait long enough, we will be saved!" He dropped Mike to the floor and looked down at him in sorrow before fading to the golden ghost, Mike decided to now nickname him Gold. Foxy walked over to him and pulled him up, fading to his ghost form, Fox.
"Just sleep! Just dream!" Fox pushed Mike over to Chica who upon receiving him faded to her ghost form, Chi. 'Am I their toy or something?' Chi passed Mike over to Bonnie. 'Mike toy confirmed! Get yours today! No but seriously.. I'm getting sick of this' Bonnie grabbed Mike by the scruff of his purple shirt and brought him up to his faceless face then faded to his ghost form, Bon.
"This isn't fair! No we're not just what we seem!" He tossed Mike to Freddy who caught him by his leg, hanging Mike upside down.
"Ugh. I'm going to be sick at this rate.." Mike said to himself, secretly hoping for this whole charade to be over. Freddy faded to his ghost form, Fred. Fred brought Mike -still upside down- to his face.
"We want to fly! But our souls are trapped inside!" He dropped Mike to the ground and turned his head to the hall. Mike got up and rubbed his head glaring at Fred, Fred ignored his glare and pointed to the hall mouthing the word 'Go' Mike, knowing what he meant, ran down the hall.
"It's not a game! Not to blame!" Mike heard rapid footsteps approaching him, he didn't have time to look as a blue rabbit came up next to him. 'That must be toy Bonnie!' He pushed Bonnie away effectively leading to him tumbling into Party Room Four, Mike laughed at the scene whilst he safely ran up ahead into Parts and Service.
"We're forced to hide!" He slammed the door shut in time, if he had been five seconds later he would've most likely been captured and stuffed into a suit. Banging could be from the other side. Looking for somewhere to hide Mike found the old Golden Freddy suit from when he worked at the old place, he still hasn't forgiven it for almost killing him, but Mike decided that if he wanted to live he would have to wear it and trust it. He checked the suit for any wires of which Phone Guy mentioned on his first phone call.
"Just sleep! Just dream!" Finding no wires, Mike climbed into the suit and placed the head over his, becoming paralyzed soon after.
"It's only a Nightmare and soon we'll be set free!" Mike blacked out.

Mike awoke in a black abyss, chained down. He tried yanking on the chains but they just tightened around his wrist. Hissing at the pain Mike looked at his surroundings. Stopping and staring at a blackened window portraying the parts and service room and what he saw happening there made him want to scream out 'RUN!' but he couldn't talk, couldn't get out of these chains that bound him here. He felt useless. Mike had seen an article on the local newspaper stating that someone lured five kids to parts and service but it never said what had happened to them, he was about to find out. Outside of the abyss a purple clothed man by the name of Fritz Smith held five children captive. Mike knew this man. He used to meet up with him after Jeremy's shift, he was the daytime guard. Mike always went to the pizzeria with Fritz to see if Jeremy had survived, Mike was never disappointed. He never heard from Fritz after he had been swapped to the night shift, Mike had always thought that he died. 'I guess not.. WAIT! Fritz.. You.. YOU DID IT!? WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?' Mike watched as Fritz showed the children the old animatronic suits. The ones he knew and hated.
"Who wants to go first?" Fritz asked the children, the kid with the Freddy shirt put his hand up. 'They want this!? Fritz what the hell are you doing..?'
"Me! Choose me mister security guard!" Mike didn't know what to do, didn't know what he could do. Mike heard a voice in his head.. Fred's Voice.
'He told us we could join the band if we were wearing an animatronic suit. He was wearing a golden bunny suit, he said that it worked for him and that it would work for us. So we trusted him' Fred stood next to Mike, he looked exactly like the little kid in front of Fritz but older. He was like the human Freddy, which freaked Mike out to no end. Fritz pulled the head off of the Freddy animatronic and placed it on the table.
"See you up on stage, kid" Mike tried to get out of the chains again but they just tightened more, creating small cuts on his wrists, in the end Mike gave up. The kid's fate was unavoidable.. He knew that he couldn't stop fate, especially if it's already happened. Fritz lifted the kid above Freddy, Mike could only watch in horror as he started shoving the child inside. Fred looked down at Mike, who was on his hands and knees watching the child suffer.
'I don't even know his name.. And yet here I am watching him die..' Mike looked up at Fred, tears in his eyes.
'Chris. My name was Chris' Mike turned back to the window and watched as the newly named Chris was shoved inside the suit, Mike could just hear the breaking of bones, the spurting of blood and the horrific screams. It was a whole new form of torture.
"MAKE IT STOP! HELP!" Chris screamed, Fritz ignored his pleas and continued, getting the child's blood all over himself. The other children watched in complete silence each one knowing that any one of them could be next. Chris' screams soon died down and all that was left was for Fritz to place the head over Chris'.
"Enjoy the show" Fritz shoved the head on Chris' resulting in one last pain induced scream. Every child and Mike cringed at the sound that vibrated around the room. The sound of bones being crushed from the inside. The kids all were crying, no one was spared from anything anymore. Yet, they all knew that it wouldn't end anytime soon.
"Who's next..?" Most of the kids backed away from him, not wanting it to be their turn. Fritz noticed this and casually walked over to the kid with the Bonnie shirt. What Fritz didn't notice was that one child stood his ground.
"I choose you~" Fritz picked the child up by the scruff of his shirt, the child begged and pleaded with Fritz to let him go but Fritz was having none of it. Fritz threw the child onto the table and tore the Bonnie head off of the suit. 'No.. Not again..!' Bon appeared on the other side of Mike. Bon looked like the human form of Bonnie but with brown eyes, glasses and black hair.
'Do I dare ask what his name is..' Mike thought to himself, his question was answered by Bon.
'Mark. My name was Mark. That man tricked us into going there so that he could get his revenge on the restaurant, almost died on his first night' Mike was shocked upon hearing that statement. 'Getting revenge by killing poor defenseless kids!? What a sick thing to do!' Mike was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a screaming child. Looking through the window he could see Mark's glasses smashed on the floor and Mark being shoved into the Bonnie suit.
"AGHHH! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Y-YOU'LL- AHHHHH! PAY F-FOR T-TH-THIS!" Two of the three remaining children looked on in fear, crying their little hearts out. Mike noticed how much the child was swearing. 'He knew that word at that age? Poor kid... I don't blame him' Mike wished he could do something to help.. Anything.
"Mark! No!" Shouted a little girl. Mike shook his head slowly.. 'That'll only get you next..' As Mark was shoved further he began to cry and cough up blood. Chris never had to suffer that way, he was "lucky" enough to bypass that. Fritz, by this point was covered head to toe with two types of children's blood.
"Don't worry little girl.. He'll have a lot of fun performing with the other kid" Mike knew better, B- Mark is suffering so much and it's all because of that bastard Fritz. 'He never even bothered to learn any of their names..' Mark was looking as pale as a ghost, he even mouthed the words 'End it' Obviously not wanting to suffer anymore, Fritz smirked in response and slammed the head down on Mark's ending it right there and then. The girl who had cried for Mark threw up the contents of her stomach onto the already dirty floor. Fritz' gaze landed on the girl who just threw up and is now banging on the steel door.
"You can't leave.. It's your turn" Fritz turned away from Bonnie and went over to the girl wearing a Chica necklace.
"Please no.." Fritz picked her up but the boy who backed away into the corner came over and kicked his leg.
"Leave 'er alone! I won't allow anyone el-else ta s-suffer!" Fritz kicked the boy away.
"You're next then brat!" Fritz shouted and placed the girl on the table, turning to the Chica animatronic. 'I knew it, sorry Chica girl.. Fritz.. You were a nice guy when I knew you, what happened that night?' Mike pondered this for a while. Well he did until he heard a loud screech. Chi appeared behind him looking like the little Chica girl. Blonde hair, bright green eyes with a yellow dress.
'Sarah. My name was Sarah. The Purple Man was bitten by The Mangle when he was exiting the building that night, he was left there until the other staff arrived. By the time they found him the morning customers were already there. He blamed it on the kids and the restaurant, it's a miracle how he never died that day' Mike thought about what she had said. 'Fritz was the victim of the bite? He never told me or Jeremy.. Why?'
Sarah's screams soon died down and Mike couldn't even cry anymore, he felt broken by this point. Seeing kids die at the hand of his "friend" hurt him dearly, what hurt him more is the fact that Fritz didn't even tell him or Jeremy about his accident. Fritz slammed the Chica head onto her and turned to look at the child who had kicked him.
"You're going next kid" The child looked at him eyes full of anger. The child stood up and walked over to face Fritz, being brave.
"No! Ya can't just k-kill us off like this! Ye are goin' ta get yerself thrown in jail! We are gonna get our revenge on ya! Just ye wait!" This kid was wearing an eye-patch on his left eye -the eye that is showing is a bright blue-, dark brown hair poking out of a green beanie that had a giant blue and green eye on the front.
"Trying to be a hero eh? Bit too late for that don't you think? Three of your friends are dead" The child backed up a bit knowing full well he should've done something sooner. Mike could only stare in sorrow at the scene.
"So what if I'm late? Least I can try ta save ̸̷̶̵̴A̴̵̶̷̸̸̷̶̵̴a̴̵̶̷̸̸̷̶̵̴r̴̵̶̷̸̸̷̶̵̴o̴̵̶̷̸n̴̵̶̷̸ over there!" He pointed to the child who was staring off into the distance. 'Why can't I hear that kid's name?' Fritz chuckled and advanced on the child who backed away into the back wall.
"It's too late to do anything kid. You were both done for the minute you stepped in here" Fritz came face to face with the child pulling off his beanie and placing it on his own head, taunting him.
"Ye can't do that! It was made for me!" He tried kicking and punching Fritz but he wasn't fazed by his attacks.
"It's no use ̸̷̶̵̴S̴̵̶̷̸̸̷̶̵̴e̴̵̶̷̸̸̷̶̵̴a̴̵̶̷̸n̴̵̶̷̸ we may as well give up..." The other child said looking up at him with soulless eyes. He sent the other child a glare. 'Why can't I hear their names?'
"Givin' up so soon!? But we aren't dead yet, ye can't give up!" Fritz grabbed the distracted child slammed him onto the table. A loud crack resonated around the room followed by a loud howl of pain. Mike flinched.
"Giving up now pirate wannabe?" The kid looked up and spat at him. It was a mixture of blood and saliva.
"I-it's c-called being BOSS! Ye mother fucking scar 'ead.." Fritz grinned at the child. 'He has spirit, I'll give him that..'
"Alright then" Fritz went over to a couple of heads and picked up a Foxy one.
"W-what are ye-!?" Fritz came back over to him, held up his head and smashed it on. Blood went everywhere. 'Oh. My god!' Fox appeared in front of Mike.
'Sean. My name was Sean. In th' hospital after blamin' it on th' kids and th' restaurant he began ta blame it on Jeremy. Blamin' him fer takin' his job. Jer isn't going ta be seein' ye again' Older Sean looked a lot like the child only instead of a black shirt he had a green shirt with the same eye that was on the green beanie, logo maybe? Mike noted his accent... Irish? Mike couldn't tell. He hasn't met any Irishmen until now. It could be the kid taught himself how to speak pirate. 'Wait.. JEREMY WON'T SEE ME AGAIN!?' Fritz shoved Jack in the Foxy suit with no trouble at all, though Mike was sure he saw a bone or two come out from his shoulder.
"You're next scared-y cat" The other child just looked up at him, no fear.
"Go ahead.. I'm doomed anyways.." The last child had light brown hair, dark brown eyes and is holding a Golden Freddy plush. Mike felt drawn to this child for some reason. Mike's chains came undone and he was set free. 'I'm free?'
"Hey kid, where'd you get that?" Fritz kneel'd down in front of him, intrigued.
"The puppet..." Fritz gave a shocked look. The puppet, he'll have to do something about that. He never got the chance.
"Can I see it?" The kid nodded and handed it to Fritz, the moment he did it turned to the original brown. 'That toy.. Why do.. Uh..' Chris, Mark, Sarah and Fred went over to Mike. Sean and Mark grabbed his left arm whilst Sarah and Chris grabbed his right, Mike struggled but their grip was too strong.
"It's me.." The child fell to the floor, dead. Gold appeared in front of Mike.
'Aaron. My name was Aaron. The suit you are in is mine. He's comin' for you now Mike. Get away whilst you still can!' Older Aaron looked like his younger self but had a shirt with the YouTube logo on it, he went over to Mike and gripped his shoulders.
'He never left...' Everything went white.

Mike found himself in his new office. He now knew that the ghosts he thought were haunting him, were actually kids seeking help. Help from the one who had escaped with his life.
"We're only kids who lost our way!" Following someone who was going to deceive them, lie to them and shove them into the very suits that they had loved.
"But if we wait long enough, we will be saved!" They were waiting for him to save them this whole time.. But how was he going to do that? Should he kill the very one who had killed them? Sean did say that Jeremy wasn't going to see him again.. Has he already taken care of him? He hasn't seen him in a while so it must be true. 'I'm going to kill that bastard!'
"Just sleep! Just dream!" Mike had a few minutes of silence for his lost friend, though he couldn't shed tears even if he tried. 'Sleep and dream in peace Jeremy...'
"This isn't fair! No we're not just what we seem!" They don't kill on purpose, they have no control over the animatronics they possess. The animatronics try to get revenge for the kids. They can't say to them 'It's okay! Let us go!'
"We want to fly! But our souls are trapped inside!" They can't escape when the animatronics want to avenge them so much. They won't let them. 'It's so fucking ridiculous!'
"It's not a game! Not to blame we're forced to hide!" They can't try to take control, the animatronics will punish them. Don't blame them for the deaths they didn't cause.
"Just sleep! Just dream!" Mike hasn't been focusing on the cameras or the panel, when he looked up he froze. In front of him stood Springtrap.
"Shit!" Springtrap slashed Mike across the chest leaving three large gashes.
"It's only a Nightmare and soon we'll be set free!"

Mike woke up screaming and crying. That nightmare had scared the crap out of him. 'But it all seemed so real... With the blacking out, the pain, even the.. The deaths!' Mike looked around stopping until his gaze was on his alarm clock. 18:30.
"SIX THIRTY PM!? HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN ASLEEP!?" Mike jumped out of bed and ran to his bathroom where he was met with a horrific sight. There in front of him, lying on the floor was Jeremy, dead. His throat had been slit and he was left to bleed out on Mike's bathroom floor. Mike looked up at the mirror unable to express emotion. The mirror had the words 'You're next' written in Jeremy's blood. Mike looked down at himself and saw three tears in his shirt that were stained red.

"I'm burning down that cursed Attraction" On his face held an insane grin. Back in his bedroom on his bed sat the same Golden Freddy plush, the one that Aaron was holding in parts and service before it was given to Fritz. 'Avenge us all Mike, avenge us all...'
It was Jeremy's voice.

Did you like? It was really fun to do, I had a ton of fun writing this! By the way.. I added some people in there, can ye guess who they are~? By the way this idea is.. I don't know. Has it been used before? I remember seeing a Survive The Night one but it wasn't in much detail, so if you want to do something like this, ask or give credit. K? Cool~