Chapter 1

I woke up to the sound of keys jangling.

"Stand against the wall please" a guard said.

My cells door opened and a man was led in.

"Don't try any funny business now" he guard warned my new cellmate.

The guard left, leaving me alone with this guy.

"So" I said casually, "what are you in here for?"

The guy turned around, getting a better look at me.

"Hi. Jeremy Fitzegerald" he said, sticking out his hand to greet me.

"Mike Schmidt" I replied, shaking his hand.

Fitzegerald... Where have I heard that name before?

"Hi Mike. I got chucked in the madhouse around..." he trails off, lost in thought.

"1988" he finished.

"So you've been here what, ten years?" I ask.

"No, I've been transferred a bit. This was my first 'institution' however. What did you get in for, Schmidt? You seem a fairly stable guy."

I sighed. No time like the present to make a friend, eh?

"I got put in here for violent outbreaks of schizophrenia and paranoia. When it got worse, I was put in here, 'Jathorn Asylum' a place where our special population are given a second chance at life" I said with feigned enthusiasm.

"What caused the er, schizophrenia?" my new friend asked.

"Well, I got my own job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria and got the full night guard treatment, murderous animatronics and all" I said bitterly.

"Duuuudde" he said. "You worked at Freddy's and got out?" he asked, impressed.

"On my last night, I did get caught" I say, remembering that last night.

"When they were close to stuffing me, Bonnie gave me a convenient distraction by tripping over a wrench" I said.

"After that, I ran to the office and started getting these hallucinations. I tried the 'pick up and put down the monitor' trick but it didn't work. I got through the night but kept expected experiencing the same hallucinations, after some therapy they did go away for a while, when they came back I got chucked in this madhouse and was diagnosed with schizophrenia."

Jeremy turned towards me, frowning.

"Lemme guess. You saw the words "It's Me', saw a Bonnie with no face, Golden Freddie's face and screaming kids."

"Shit, man. That's exactly what I'm seeing. Ohh, I get it. They put you up to this, trying to see if I'm sane enough to let me out. You probably-"

"No" he interrupted, a sharp look on his face.

"I know what you've been seeing because I've been seeing it too, man. More than ever lately."

Then I figured it out.

"Of course!" I exclaimed, slapping my forehead.

"Fitzegerald! You were the guy who got his head chewed off in '87 weren't you?"

"Yep" he said cracking a smile. "Mangle sure does bite hard" he said.

I was rather embarrassed at my outburst of paranoia.

"Sorry" I muttered, cheeks burning.

He laughed. "It's OK. Well Mike, it was a pleasure meeting you. I guess we've got quite a bit of time to get to know each other, us being cellmates and all."

"Lucky me" I said sarcastically.

In the distance a bell sounded.

"What's that?" Jeremy asked.

"Uh" I muttered, running through the different alarms.

"Um, I think this one means a mass breakout or fire."

"Well, as far as I know, this area hasn't been dry for a while, and temperatures over twenty degrees haven't been announced for a week, so it's probably a breakout, Schmidt" he said with a smirk.

"No need to get snarky" I said absently.

"C'mon, let's take a look around" Jeremy said.

"Eh, okay."

We wondered around a little bit before realizing everyone was gone.

"Woah. Where is everyone?"

"I dunno Jeremy. I dunno."

I spotted a couple of guards and elbowed Jeremy.

"Look" I said, pointing at the unconscious guards.

We jogged over and I poked one of them in the stomach.

"Excuse me? Mr-" I looked at the badge on him.

"Mr Jason? Are you awake?"

"Gee whiz, Schmidt. You'd think five nights at Freddy's would toughen a guy up."

"I'm exhausted" I muttered. "If you don't shut up, I'll show you exactly how tough wrestling with Foxy made me."

He laughed.

"Easy there, tiger. Relax."

I felt the jolting of electricity and fell to the ground.

As my vision darkened, I heard the thud of Jeremy collapsing beside me.

"I'm out" I muttered, falling into unconsciousness.

Heyo! Welcome to my latest story and sequel to The True Story, The Puppet's Revenge. In this one, Mike and Jeremy have had their lives destroyed by their nights at Freddy's and now they have to take their lives- and most of their sanity back. The second addition in an all-new series where our two favorite FNAF heroes take a partnered job at the new and improved Fazbear's Diner and Restaurant. As always, make sure to favorite and review! This is SharkLordX signing out.