Hey Guys, It's A Me Other Guy1108.

Welcome back to the third instalment of my Fnaf 1 fan fiction series, sorry for the huge,ass wait.

Now, to make it easier on new comers. Some of the insane amounts of OCs will be cutting back to minor characters. Later in the story I will reintroduce some and make stronger characters.

But first let me introduce to the three majors.

Vicky The Vixen, A love Interest to Foxy.

Eddy the eagle, once Jeremy Fitzgerald, a night guard (Not technically my OC but I count the Eddy side mine.)

C-16, a combat robot, who has stuck by the Animatronics through it all. Now even considered part of the family.

Any way, before any of the other OCs hijack the authors notes, let's go!

Chapter 1

Mike Schmidt, that's me. Former night guard. Now owner of a multi-million making franchise. Fazbear entertainment Co. The very company that hired me as a night guard sixteen years ago. The reason I stuck around was actually quite interesting. Instead of straight up telling you I'll run you through last night.

I rocked up to Freddy's in my new yellow coupe. It was just after nine. Parking my car in the same spot I had for years. I got out and walked across to the first pizzeria, there was seven now, but only two offered the truly magic experience that I had enjoyed for so long. I wanted to share it with the world. My secret was that the Animatronics. And walking in to flick on the light and see Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Eddy all standing on stage. Well in Eddy's case sitting at a drum kit.

I peered my head in Pirates Cove to see Vicky and Foxy standing proudly on there sandy textured and coloured stage. Then I headed to my office to dump my badge. Surprising me, C-16 stood behind my chair dressed in a uniform like mine. His cap fell off, as his fin ears shot up excitedly. The screen face had his two blue eye, adding no emotion to his excitement. He leaned down, using his taped up knuckles, similar to how I used to cover my knuckles, but now I wore fingerless gloves.

"Hey C-16."

"Greetings, Mr Schmidt." The combat robot said in his deep fluent voice.

It was unlike C-16 to call me by the last name. The clothes hide his scratched paint armoured body.

"Like it?"

I turned to see Vicky the vixen. She was looking beautiful as normal.

"We did that to him in the morning, he sat there all day, getting the most hilarious look from the day shifters." Vicky said, smiling mischievously.

I chuckled, imagining some of them look through the window to see the tall combat drone acting like me. I when I mean tall, seven two, C-16 was tall and powerful there was no doubt he would have stirred the pot majorly.

"So C-16's dressed up as me?"

Vicky nodded.

"It's good to see you to Mike." Vicky said sarcastically.

I had forgot to mention I hadn't visited in the past month. Family. My twelve year old daughter was being sent in high school.

Vicky held her arms open. I hugged her. Each of these animatronics held something special in my heart. Almost like I was part of the family of the animatronics and the combat drone.

"It's good to see you, Mike." Vicky spoke in my ear.

"You too."

"You going to bring, little Sarah with you any time soon?" Freddy asked appearing in the door way.

"She's going to high school, she's not as little as you remember Freddy." Said I.

Freddy smirked. I broke away from Vicky and gave the bear a strong hand shake.

"I forget about time, it's kind of hard when you yourself don't age." Freddy explained.

I knew the pain in our last major fight, I lost my life and became what I would think is some kind of ghost. My friend Fritz, or the purple guy, is like this two. I didn't age, I still looked only twenty four. Even though I was now forty. My pale grey skin and sharp looking teeth were also gave away what I was. I got off lightly, but Fritz didn't as his aliases, Purple guy suggested, he was well... purple. I hadn't seen Fritz in nine years. Last time I saw him he crawled up to my home and asked If I wanted to go out for a beer. I missed Fritz, he was a great guy.

"I know."

"So why you stopping by?" Bonnie asked, standing impatiently out side my office. I walked out to see the purple Bonnie, leaning there guitar strung around his body to be harnessed on his back.

"I needed to see my friends."

He smiled. I had humoured him. I hugged Bonnie, in a bro hug.

Chica came running and sandwiched me between Bonnie.

"Mike!"

C-16 tore Chica off of me. I caught my breath.

"You two still dating?" I asked.

They both nodded. Foxy came out from Pirate's cove.

"Hey Mike!"

"Foxy!" I greeted back.

Finally Eddy charged down the hall.

"Is Mike... Mike you're here!" Eddy called.

You should all know who and what Eddy has been through. Back in eighty seven, Eddy was alive and was a night guard at Freddy Fazbear's pizza. His name was Jeremy Fitz Gerald and he endured being stuffed in a animatronic suit. He like me didn't know weather to call himself live of dead. We greeted each other with a friendly hand shake.

"It's to good to see you all."

"You should stop by more often," C-16 said taking a step in. "Yeah Mike, it's like you missing and it just doesn't feel right." Bonnie patted me on the back. "I told you guys, I've got a family to raise." "We can help you raise them!" Chica suggested. "Your daughter didn't seem bothered by us one bit," Freddy added to the pile of voices. "Freddy she was three. She's thirteen now." "Oh come on, Mike. It would be like Susan!" Eddy protested. I rolled my eyes.

"At least come visit us more often." Vicky said, placing her hands on my shoulders.

"At least I visit you, Relyin hasn't been here in 13 years." I countered. Our Friend Relyin, wasn't worth talking about just now. Last time we saw him, we had a falling out. I said some things I regret and he said some things he would probably regret. To be frank I did miss him. "After that fight, it's not surprising." Foxy muttered to C-16, the drone nodded his Fazbear night watch hat falling off his head again. Rolling my eyes at Foxy, made him roll his back.

"Mike, maybe you should just stop by more often." C-16 suggested. C-16 often tried to meet in the middle, it was how he negotiated.

"Yeah, I try."

"So, changing the topic how are you guys?" I asked, glancing around.

Vicky sighed. "Bored as ever."

"How bout we commence a activity?" C-16 asked.

"Who's night is it to host?" Freddy asked.

"Yours." Bonnie tapped Vicky's shoulder.

"Oh yeah - hang shit on Mike night, anyone." Vicky teased.

"Nah - it would get boring and we don't want to scare Mike off." Freddy joined in, smile splitting his face. I rolled my eyes

"Do you treat the staff like this?" I asked.

"Nah, the new night guard is thinking like you on your first five nights. He won't let us have the lights on, when we switch them on, he runs out and flicks 'em off." Freddy said. One thing I noticed is Freddy had been developing a southern Texan accent. I kind of liked it - he must have been using that TV upstairs a lot.

"I'll have a word to him If he bothers coming into night."

The door click as the lock turned. I command.

"Positions every one, let's have some fun."

We switched on the lights and all hide. Foxy and Vicky went to Pirates cove gently closing the door and the others froze of Stage. C-16 silently stood looking out the kitchen door. I ducked low under my or should I say his desk. He came in and sat in the swivel chair, pick up the tablet.

"Good lights are off." He muttered, dumping his bag on the floor. His torch rolled under the desk stoping at my finger tips. It was cold. Unlike me, the night guards I hired were given a night stick and taser pistol. Mr Fazbear, my deceased boss gave me a old metal baseball bat, effective but kind of useless. With the chime of him changing camera's I made my move. Moving silently I stood up. He was to focused on looking for the animatronics.

His name was Hamish Sim. He was nineteen. Brown hair and green eyes, he was average looking. I had employees him three weeks ago along with two other night watch men.

"Where's Bonnie?" He muttered quietly.

"Hamish..." I said quietly.

"My god, Foxy's coming!"

"Hamish!" I yelled.

He jumped and lowered the tablet.

"Mr Schmidt! Why are you here so late?" Hamish asked.

"I would like you to meet some an... People."