A/N: As promised, here's the side story to my main FNAF fanfic 'Poor Little Souls'. Originally, I was just going to write a oneshot, like with 'One Night at Freddy's', but I wanted to put in some more stuff with Mike and the kids, and expand on some stuff I started to explain in PLS. So basically, this is what could have been if someone *glares at Jeremy* hadn't interfered!
Jeremy: Hey, don't look at me! You're the one who wrote me this way!
Me: *Sideshow Bob voice* Soon I will kill you...
Disclaimer: I own it like I own the ocean.
My name is Mike Schmidt. I'm nineteen years old-and I lead a double life. By day I'm just an ordinary college dropout with no social skills and no social life, but at night I'm the security guard for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Yeah, I know it sounds kind of boring just watching a bunch of cameras all night, but believe you me, in the few weeks I've been working here, it's been anything but. In fact, if I were to accurately describe my time here as a night guard at Freddy's, I'd say it's been a…
"SKREEEEEEEE!" The figure of Freddy Fazbear screamed in Mike's face, and he backed up in his chair, his eyes wide, scared laughter erupting from him. Then the huge bear backed up a little and started laughing too…high-pitched, girlish laughter.
"Alright, you got me!" Mike put up his hands in a gesture of surrender, standing up out of his chair.
"Oh MAN!" Travis, who was stuck possessing Bonnie, stood in the doorway, looking disappointed. "Twice! That's twice now I've gotten THIS close to getting you!"
"Well, look on the bright side." Mike said. "Now you get to come after your sister, since she's the 'night guard' now." Travis' twin sister Tricia laughed from inside Freddy.
"Yeah, that's gonna happen!" Mike just gave her a smirk before going down the hall with Travis and Hope, the youngest of the group, who was inside Chica the chicken.
"Guess I'm on the stage with you two now." As they got ready to go to their places, the figure of an animatronic fox with an eyepatch and hook walked up to them.
"Hey, Mike?" Ian asked. "There's something I don't understand. Since all of us are back to normal now, how come we're still stuck in the animatronics?" Mike's face was serious as he said
"Because I haven't saved all of you." Travis frowned.
"You don't mean…"
"Melody was killed by the Purple Man too." Mike reminded him. "She's just as much a victim of all of this as the four of you."
"She's a victim?!" Travis started angrily. "She trapped us in robot animals after we died and brainwashed us to kill and she's a victim?!"
"We'll talk about this more later." Mike informed him as he, Travis, and Hope got onto the show stage and Ian went inside Pirates' Cove.
Since Mike had freed Travis from Melody's control, they'd taken to playing these games sometimes to keep it from getting too boring. The kids would still pretend to be after Mike, and he'd try to keep them from getting him. However, if one of the kids DID get him, they'd become the 'night guard', and Mike would take their place and try to get them along with the other kids. Whoever got them would take their place, and so on, and so forth. Basically, the world's most terrifying game of 'red light, green light'. At least they weren't trying to kill him anymore, which was good.
He looked up, seeing that the camera had moved. As per usual, Travis was the first to leave the stage. He was just so determined to win…
The camera focused back on the stage, and Mike gave the camera the creepiest look he could (which wasn't very hard, given the dead eyes and dark undereye shadows). After the camera moved again, Hope stepped offstage, and Mike quickly jumped off himself. As he walked through the party room, he suddenly saw a figure sitting on one of the tables. The dark gray, almost black figure, shifted a little, crossing her arms, and Mike walked a little closer after making sure that the camera still wasn't on him.
"Room for one more." Melody turned a little, sneering at him. Mike would be lying if he said that he expected anything else.
"Melody," he started, "I understand that you don't like grownups, but don't you at least want to play with the other kids? I'm sure you get lonely sometimes."
"I'm used to it." Melody said coldly. "Besides, I don't want anything to do with you." Mike sighed. It wasn't going to be easy to get through to her…
Rather than try to keep convincing her, he just continued onwards. Melody had only ever known the neglect and cruelty of adults, so Mike couldn't magically expect her to trust him. He kept going as he heard Ian walking out of Pirates' Cove.
Mike passed by a couple more tables. He saw Hope across the hall from him, and she gave him a wave. Mike waved back, and turned back to the table where Melody had been sitting. She was gone, probably off to entertain herself with the animatronic figure of Golden Freddy.
Mike heard Travis chuckle to himself as he got nearer. He had to figure out some way of helping Melody, as she, and the other kids, couldn't move on and rest in peace until all of them had given their desire for revenge. In other words, Melody had trapped them there, albeit unintentionally.
How do I get through to her?
"Mike?" Hope asked, looking at him in concern. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm alright." Mike said. "I just…I just wish I could do something more to help you kids. ALL of you."
"Well, this isn't so bad." Hope said. "I mean, at least we're ourselves again. And you're here to take care of us." She gave Mike a look that might've been a smile, though it was hard to tell with her beak. Mike tried to smile back, but stopped as he saw the camera aimed at them again.
After a few more games, Mike's shift was over, and he headed out to go home.
"Seeya, kids." He said, taking off his hat and jacket. Four calls of 'bye'! answered him, and Mike walked down the hall to go wait outside for his mom to pick him up. As he walked, he suddenly heard the sound of singing.
"Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round, turn around, every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears…"
Mike slowly leaned in to peek through the crack of the supply closet door. Melody was sitting on top of Golden Freddy, who was slumped against the side of the wall, like he sometimes appeared in Mike's office when Melody tried to spook him. Melody was staring at the wall, a melancholy look on her face. Like she wanted to cry, but was holding it in with all her might.
"Turn around, bright eyes, but every now and then I fall apart, turn around, bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart…"
Mike moved before the former puppet could see him, and probably set Golden Freddy on him out of anger. He had to admit, she had a sweet voice. Unusually sweet for someone who was so angry and bitter a lot of the time...
The sound of his mother's voice hurried Mike out the door.
That night, as with most others, the kids greeted Mike enthusiastically as he came in. Melody glared at the door, but didn't say anything. She couldn't see how they could trust him so easily. He was just so creepy! For all they knew, he could've been like the Purple Man. And the worst part was, she couldn't even hurt him. Oh sure, she could send Golden Freddy after him, but the other four would easily overpower the golden bear, protecting their 'friend'.
Whatever. She didn't need them. She meant what she said-she was used to being alone. She'd never known what it was like to have friends. So she'd just settle for watching Mike, waiting around for him to slip up, to prove that he was bad, like other grownups.
"Wanna play, Mike?" Ian's excited voice asked.
"Just a second." Mike said. "I have to do something first." Melody listened to his footsteps, surprised to hear they were coming over to her hiding place. Was he seriously going to try to ask her to play with them again?! Melody was about to send Golden Freddy out after him…only to hear something slide under the door.
"Alright, let's go." And with that, he and the other four kids walked off. Melody didn't dare to move until she was sure they'd left. Slowly, carefully, she sat up and walked over to the door, looking down at the object. A Bonnie Tyler CD.
"What the…?!" Had he heard her singing? And now he was trying to bribe her by giving her a gift? Melody gritted her teeth. Like HELL she was going to let him use her, like other grownups had!
Though then again…Bonnie Tyler was her favorite singer. Listening to her songs had been one of the few things that had actually given her joy when she was alive, along with going to Freddy Fazbear's.
Melody raised an eyebrow as she looked at the CD. Mike wasn't going to win her over that easily…though she wasn't about to turn down her favorite music. Maybe later she'd see if she could find an old radio somewhere…
A/N: See, Melody? Mike isn't such a bad guy! Now c'mon, get over yourself already!
Melody: NO.
Me: *Sighs* Well, it's a start...this chapter was short, but I still think it was good since a) it has Mike playing with the kids some more, which is cute, and b) I get to touch some more on Travis' personality.
I figure that in this version, Fritz would still be fired after one night, even though 'The Bite, part 2', didn't happen-she tried messing around with the animatronics to try and get the kids' bodies out at Mike's urging, only to be caught by Mr. Fazbirch. Well, leave some reviews, if you want.
