Mr. Fazbear paced nervously in his office, today was the day. The day that the victim of the Bite of 87 would be coming back to Freddy Fazbear's.
Life had never been the same after the Bite of 87, even though it had been years ago it had ruined Mr. Fazbear's business. Leaving them with not nearly as many people as there used to be. The string of guilt balled up into Mr. Fazbear's stomach like a ball of string. He never meant for the kid to get hurt, if he hadn't invested so much time and money into the restaurant he would've left on the spot.
Part of himself was disgusted at the thought of even still keeping it open, there had been so much blood. Children freaking out, parents rushing their kids out of the place. While he had stayed with the young man who had lost his frontal lob, a quick bite from Foxy. Leaving the child to forever have his life changed.
And now.
Mike Schmidt would be coming back to Freddy Fazbear's the first time sense the incident, leaving him in a bundle of nerves. It wasn't that he was fearful of the young man suing, no far from it. It had been Mike's choice to not sue even though his parents were highly for it. It had shocked him when Mike had defended his restaurant saying it had been an accident. Leaving Mr. Fazbear puzzled and grateful.
He wrung his hands no, he was nervous about seeing the young man who had so much painful surgery's done, who had panic attacks for years and still did, nightmares. He wanted to beg for the young man's forgiveness but in person. That incident forever staying in his mind. It was just recently that Mike had enough courage to come back here, which he gave the 26 year old props. The kid was brave.
He made the restaurant perfect, making a pizza himself. Buying a cake, even was going to give him a free pass here for a year if he deemed he wanted to return. Now all he was doing was waiting for Mike to show up, though he couldn't blame him if he choose not to at the last minute. He would just bring the items to his house, because no matter what.
He needed to apologize.
The soft door opened with the chime of someone entering, stiffening Mr. Fazbear saw firsthand Mike Schmidt. The man who survived the bite.
He came up to 5'3 feet tall, scruffy black hair, brown determined yet very slightly fearful eyes. He wore blue jean pants, and a grey, and black T shirt. His features had scruffy stubble under his chin. And his head, you could see several scars where the bite had been. Along his forehead and his head, while the frontal lob had been replaced, it still came a bit short on how a normal lob would be.
Mike's hands slightly shook as he slowly made his way towards the boss, one steady hand on the wall helping him walk.
Mr. Fazbear was a middle aged man, black thinning hair, a larger chubby build, he wore a pain of black pants and a blue work shirt. A black jacket on top of that. One could see the sweat coming off his face as he saw Mike approaching. Hands wrunging together even more so now.
Once Mike reached Mr. Fazbear he extended his hand a smile gracing his features.
"Mike Schmidt, we talked on the phone?"
It was then Mr. Fazbear promptly fainted.
A/N Well thank you guys for the people that read this, after reading a lot of fan fictions as I do with FNAF's. I realized theirs a lot of fics that show Mr. Fazbear in a bad light, now don't get me wrong. I don't necessarily see him a good person, as if he was he would've shut down the restaurant a long time ago. And not put people in danger or when the bite of 87 happened shut it down, but I did want to put him in a slightly new light. And maybe do a hurt/comfort with Mike who I do think was the one who got bite and him, just an idea that came to me.
I hope you enjoyed,
stay tuned for the next chapter and have a good and safe week.