"Well...I guess this isn't going to be any different to what my life is like now..."

As he sat there, blank faced, expressionless; Mike made no attempt to run from his fate as a large animatronic chicken screamed in his face, arms out stretched to grab him.

If truth be known, Mike had given up trying to protect himself from the animatronics little by little everyday he came back to work. He had no family, no friends and no money to pay rent with, so the way he saw it he was going to die, lonely and in mental or physical pain anyway.

He'd been working at the famous pizzeria for a little over two weeks now after he offered to stay, not having any other job or anything else to do. Management weren't so keen on the idea at first but one mention from Mike about him learning exactly how the place worked, and they were all for not having to go through the next waiting process. It was desperate; but so was Mike.

There was no way he was going to be able to keep paying rent with it increasing and his pathetic sized wage not ever going increase, at least not from looking at the state the pizzeria was in. He was sure he'd seen everything and enough to last him an entire lifetime. It was like his final years of seeing Halloween had come all at once.

It was amusing really; Mike had spent most of the time at the beginning of the job trying to keep himself alive till six AM, when he would grab his stuff and bolt out of the building. As the days passed by, his nerves weren't so spiked by the happenings and he went home to his minimally furnished apartment, alone. He wasn't usually so bother by this, he'd been living this way since he moved to the city, seven months ago.

He'd tried to find other jobs before this; cleaners, check out staff, bag boy, call centre, the list went on but no one wanted anyone or they "couldn't afford the new boy really" and "he wasn't THAT good" so he was let go. Mike thought he was dreaming when he found the advertisement for Freddy's and was hired on the spot, no paperwork needed. All they wanted was his signature on something he was rushed to read, that he didn't actually read and wished he had because that would have told him exactly what he was getting himself in for, and he was in. Times were desperate.

All of these thoughts ran through Mike's mind as he sat there watching the chicken get close by the second. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion for him to the point he was sure he could have actually stood up and walked off but, he wasn't going to chance having Freddy Fazbear's costume head slammed down on his shoulders. So, he stayed perfectly still on his chair, strangely content at the fact he was about to die. He felt ready to die; God knows he was.

He had found himself falling into a state of depression after his first week at his new job. At six AM he would go to his car and drive to a local fast food restaurant, anything but pizza, and pick up breakfast. He'd call it a treat for surviving. It was after his seventh night, Mike had only just managed to keep this job and was wondering why he did when he saw a small family of four come though the front door.

It was early for a family but who was he to judge. Watching them absentmindedly, he realised that one of the fathers was also a night worker, and the kids were brought half way by their other dad so they could be dropped off at school before the night worker would go home and the other to work. The children were no older than seven, and amazingly awake for the time, talking away to their parents as their father told them about his night at work and how one day, when they were older, they would be able to come to work and see what he did on his night shift.

That's when Mike felt his heart pang with want. He'd never really paid any attention to how lonely he'd been since he moved to the city, how he'd not met anyone to call a friend let alone a partner. He didn't have anyone to talk to about his life, no one to tell his crazy tales of the pizzeria to, not that he could anyway his contract forbid it, but it would have made a great tale for kids with the murder parts left out.

His life was a record on repeat and it seemed that to him, it was never going to change. He was convinced he was going to work the end of his days in the run down, deadly pizzeria probably living in a hostel trying to get back on his feet and unhook himself from whatever drugs he'd no doubt end up on before killing himself. It was a dismal thought, but it was probably going to be as painful as what was about to happen to him.

Now this may have all happened in slow motion to Mike, this all happened a lot quicker to the chicken animatronic named Chica albeit slower than usual. The animatronics had thought that a slight chase was at hand to see if this night guard could escape again because he would no doubt be back the next day, he always came back.

The animatronic was a little shocked by the lack of movement the guard was making as she moved towards him. He hadn't died of a heart attack because she could still slightly hear his heartbeat and she could smell warm blood still pumping through his veins. Working in the kitchen, Chica's nose was a weapon matched for nobody.

Reaching inches between herself and the guard, Chica brought herself to a stop. She could hear Bonnie at one door and Freddy at the one she had entered through watching her, but she was sure they were just as stunned as she was. Looking into the guards eyes, she found...nothing. There was no emotion for her to describe what he was doing or feeling.

Straightening herself up, Chica took a step back, watching as the night guard's eyes followed her, his breathe hitching slightly in his chest, wondering what was about to happen.

When nothing did happen, Bonnie stuck his head around the door frame as Freddy came into the room and stood in the other frame watching the guard...do nothing.

This was unheard of for them. No one had ever not been afraid of them in the night, unless...Freddy glance at the clock hanging above the guard finding it to only be half past two. There was much too long to go for him to be trying to wait them out like this.

Confused, Bonnie looked to Chica, who looked to Freddy, who had switched his gaze back to the man in the chair.

The silence seemed to never end until Mike asked, "What are you waiting for?"

He sounded broken and innocent, like a child scolded by their parent. Bonnie found himself frowning, Chica's eyes flicked from the guard to Freddy and back while the bear raised his eyebrow. With none of the animatronics giving him an answer in any form, Mike swallowed hard, trying to wet his throat that he didn't realise had gone dry.

"They can't have been lying to me all this time...I thought you were going to...Aren't you going to do anything?" Mike asked them, as if they could speak.

Sighing, Freddy broke his hunting rule and spoke, much to the guard's surprise, "We could ask you the same thing."

Mike jumped slightly when the bear spoke. It was an unusual voice, slightly metallic like a human voice put through an editing machine for a prank.

"You...you...you can ...t-t-talk!" Mike stuttered.

Not taking his eyes off of the guard, Freddy nodded smirking at him, "Yes, I'm not the only one either."

Mike glanced at the other two large animatronics, finding Chica's menacing grin had vanished from her beak, replaced by a very small smile while Bonnie's face had become completely neutral as he finally walked into the room.

"I thought we were never supposed to speak to them?" Bonnie asked Freddy sharply.

"Well, we wouldn't usually but we weren't getting anywhere fast were we? We agreed tonight wasn't the night unless he was caught in a chase." Freddy shot back causing Bonnie to look at his feet.

It was with quick realisation that Mike figured out something awful.

"You've been planning to kill me all along...you-you-you never thought I was anything but a human. You knew all the time...and...you've been playing with my life...like-like-like some sort of GAME!" Mike spat.

Bonnie looked up at him, matching the smirk on Freddy's face, spitting back, "Yes, and it really has been FUN."

Confused Mike asked, "So why haven't you finished what you were going to do?"

"Well that wouldn't be fair on Foxy now would it? You know as well as us that he had a good chance of catching you..."Bonnie continued speaking as Mike zoned out again.

The rabbit had a point. The fox had come very close every night to catching him, including his fifth night on the job when he came too close for comfort and was a little crushed by one of the doors, earning Mike his dismissal. The noise the fox made echoed around his head and the pizzeria, as both door bolted shut and all power was cut off until six AM when management came and threw a fit.

Mike wasn't sure why he was still sat in the chair speaking to the three things that had and possibly still, were trying to kill him. He brought it back down to his undiagnosed depression, that he was convinced was really there, about how he had nothing to live for. Memories played back through his mind at the speed of light but he caught them all. He felt his heart begin to crack when the image of the fast food restaurant family he'd seen, merged with an old photo of him with his family when he was little. He hadn't had a family that cared for him since he was ten. Everything had changed from that point on leaving every movement and vicious word to bounce through the thoughts playing out.

Mike could have run and hidden or gone and sat in his car or something or phone the police with the amount of time he'd spent in the chair waiting for something to happen...he could have done a lot of things but he'd chosen to sit in that chair and watch the three animatronics, stood staring at him in concern.

"Wait a minute...concern?" Mike thought to himself.

His eye's flitting from one animatronic to the next; Freddy leant in closer to the human. Leaning back slightly watching the bear as he outstretched his paw towards him, Mike was pulled from the chair he was perched in, the tablet clattering to the ground reminding them all that it had been stuck on all that time, and thrown over Freddy's shoulder but not as rough as he thought it would have been.

"Bonnie, go and get Foxy, Chica come with me." Freddy instructed.

Bonnie nodded and ran off to collect the pirate who currently had no idea what was going on as Freddy walked down the corridor, Mike still over his shoulder, Chica following close behind to where ever they were going.

Mike was sure they were going to do what they had been planning to all along, stuff him in a suit and kill him. He supposed it served him right for just sitting there and letting his thoughts run away with him, like they were doing once more.

Freddy hoisted Mike into a more comfortable position for himself making Mike look up at Chica for a second. As he did two solitary tears dropped from either eye and hit the floor, Chica watching both of them, but she couldn't help but notice; there was no fear in this man's eyes.

Arriving in the storage room, Mike was dropped on a table while Chica stood in front of the only exit watching him closely. Freddy began to look for something as footsteps could be hear coming down the corridor.

Squeezing his eyes tight shut, so not to see his painful fate coming, Mike was sure this was it.

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OKAY...I DID A THING...SORRY NOT SORRY.

Kind of sorry...tiny bit...

I'm really into this game at the minute and I've really latched onto the fandom and I had an idea...sparked by one of my FAVOURITE fanfiction's at the minute called In The Flesh by Crazybird101, seriously check it out, and many other drawing and things.

I tried while I felt like I had the power to do it...you can hate me, that's okay flames toast my marshmallows!

SO

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HI! Yes, I am still here! I couldn't do it so you're stuck with me...not sorry...

I have plans for this fanfiction so I'm just going to roll with it.

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