Chapter 2: Surprise!

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The drive to Freddy's was relatively uneventful, as it usually was for Mike. He always considered it the calm of the storm before he was hit by hail the size of a beach ball. He had no problem with it being calm. In fact, he preferred it to be so. Just, sometimes, like now, it was unnerving. Pretty soon, Mike was parking in the lot in front of the pizzeria doors.

He got out of the car and began walking forward to the entrance when he got a feeling that made the hairs on the back of his neck raise. He turned around, but saw nothing. He shrugged and reached the front doors, occasionally glancing behind him just to be sure there was absolutely no one there. After unlocking the door and quickly locking it once he was inside, Mike checked the time. 11:40 P.M.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He was 20 minutes early. After getting everything set up in the office, he got up and went into the kitchen, hoping to find a leftover pizza in the fridge. After walking in, he was surprised to see everything was all messy with pots and pans all over the place. 'But Chica can't free roam yet. So why is there a huge fucking mess in here?!' Mike thought. The chef's couldn't have caused this…Could they have? Was Chica just cleaning up after them?

Mike's stomach growled loudly in anguish, interrupting his chain of thoughts. "Alright, alright, I'm going. Yeesh…" Mike said to no one in particular. He hurried over to the fridge and opened it, surprised to see a baked pizza inside. It looked as if it were cooked last night, but he didn't see anyone leaving when he drove into the parking lot. Shrugging, he picked up a slice and took a bite from it. As soon as his taste buds took in the pizzas flavor, Mike was sure they exploded. It was the best damn pizza he had ever had in his entire life. And his foster parents were Italian.

If Mike were to describe it, he would have to say someone took a chunk of heaven and smacked some cheese, sauce and pepperoni on it, and he didn't even heat it up. Before he knew it, he had already eaten 3 slices. There was no way in hell the chef's did this. Mike came in the morning before and got a pizza, and it tasted like a piece of cardboard pretending to be bread. Now that he thought about it, it wouldn't be too surprising if the chefs did leave this kind of mess. But that would mean…His gaze slowly turned to the animatronic chicken on the stage.

"No. Fucking. Way." He said aloud. She did it. That bird cooked that delicious circle of heaven. How in all that is holy did that chicken learn how to cook this good? Then again, with how long she must've been cooking, it would make sense, if what she was doing truly was cooking. He should ask for lessons…That is, if they would stop trying to stuff him. He walked out and stood in front of the stage. The animatronics were in their usual spots, and it was then that Mike noticed something. They were dirty as hell. Then, an idea popped into his head.

He could clean them. Maybe it would put them on good terms, if they already weren't. Mike remembered on his seventh night a kid somehow got in, and he helped him out while the animatronics watched on stage. He had no idea why they didn't help the kid, but he wasn't too keen on analyzing it. So, if that didn't put him on their 'Do Not Kill' list, maybe this would. He went over to the supply closet that Bonnie was so keen on hiding in to search for a bucket and a rag. Luckily, the janitor had left a one with some soapy water in there, with a slightly dirty rag on the shelf above it. It wasn't A-grade cleaning equipment, but it was better than nothing. He checked the time once more. 11:45 P.M. He had enough time.

He started with Bonnie first, who had a lot of stains on him. Hopefully they were food stains and not...Well, you know. While cleaning him, he stated "Phone guy really wasn't joking when he said you guys couldn't take baths, huh?" Despite looking a dark violet rather than his usual lavender, it didn't take long to get him looking as good as new…Well, at least as close as he could get. Next up was Chica, who had a ton of food bits stuck in her suit, not to mention the shit in her beak, but like Bonnie, she went relatively quickly. The most difficult one to do was Freddy, who had a red handprint on his face, along with the other dirt and grime on his suit. The handprint (which Mike prayed wasn't blood) took a while to get off, but Mike managed, along with the rest of him.

He stepped back to admire his handy work, quite proud of what he did in such short notice. Then the midnight bell went off, telling him his shift had wasn't able to get to Foxy, but he would worry about that later. After complimenting Chica on her fantastic pizza, he quickly made his way into his office, picking up the camera tablet and checking the dining hall. His second week had officially begun.


"Fffffuck me." It had been two whole hours without any animatronic activity, and Mike had been bored to all hell. He couldn't believe he could think such a thing, but he actually started to wish they would try to kill him again. At least it gave him something to pass the time. Without them, Mike had to invent new ways of how to entertain himself. One of them involved him talking to the plastic cupcake in his office, who he promptly named Bob, about the economic state of America until he could realize that he was talking to an inanimate object about the economy.

It was odd. Mike was used to being isolated, since he's been a loner type ever since the…accident. He never acted like this before, so why was he acting like this now? His eyes slowly fell on the tablet that laid unused for a while now. Maybe he should check up on the Animatronics. Hopefully they'll be doing some shit by now.

As soon as he turned the camera on, he nearly dropped it in surprise. If the laws of reality didn't apply to him, he was sure his head would have become a rocket and flown to the goddamn moon. They were talking. Not like garbled demonic noises. They were having actual conversations with one another. 'When the fuck could they do this shit?!' Mike thought. He knew they had some intelligence, since they formulated a plan of attack when they came after him, but this? Was this even possible? The only time he saw them talk was during the day, and all that was pre-programmed.

Were they active this whole damn time? Why didn't they come after him like usual? So many questions were floating in his mind, he didn't notice Freddy had left the group and was headed toward his office. In fact, he didn't realize it until a deep voice came from the left door. "Mr. Schmidt? We would like to have a word." Mike slowly looked to his left to see none other than Freddy, standing there. Out of pure instinct, he quickly grabbed Bob and chucked him at Freddy, hitting him in the face. Instead of making him recoil, it just seemed to make him annoyed. Seeing the look Freddy gave him made Mike get up and walk towards the dining hall without question.

He sat in a chair with the four animatronics standing around him. They all gave him looks, as if expecting him to do something. "W-what?" He stuttered. Bonnie spoke up. "Why'd you clean us? No one's cleaned us for years, and for a good reason."

Mike quickly stated "You guys looked like you needed cleaning. Did you not want to be clean? I am so, so, so sorry I-" His worried rant was interrupted by Freddy. "There is no reason to be afraid, Mike. We aren't going to hurt you."

Mike looked at him. "Y-you guys seemed pretty keen on killing me on the first week. W-what made you change your mind?" Freddy simply replied "One. The way you handled the child on Saturday made us realize you meant them no harm. Two. You cleaned us despite our actions towards you. Three. You complemented her cooking." He finished, motioning towards Chica, who smiled at him.

Mike squirmed in his seat uncomfortably. "So, does that mean you guys…won't try to stuff me?" Freddy nodded. At that moment, it felt like a pile of anvils had been lifted from his chest, his worries going with them. But that only left one question in Mikes head. "What now?" The animatronics looked amongst themselves. Bonnie said "I could teach you to play guitar, if you wanted." Chica perked up, adding "And I could teach you how to cook!" Foxy, with the enthusiasm of an 8 year old, stated "Ye could come over to me cove and I could share me tales o' the seven seas!" Freddy chuckled at Foxy's statement, and said "I'll help you if you need anything. So Mike, what would you like to do?"

Mike looked at the time. It was 3:00 A.M. He had a while left to go until his shift was over. What did he have to lose? Other than his life, but hey! What's life without taking risks? Boring, and Mike wasn't about to spend three more hours talking to a cupcake. "I'll take you up on that guitar lesson, Bonnie. I just need to get a few things from my office" Bonnie smiled and nodded. Mike ran into the office, but skidded to a halt when he saw that a purple clothed man was inside, an evil grin plastered onto his face. "Hello, Mr. Schmidt. We have much to discuss…"


A/N: Surprise indeed! How many of ya were expecting that one, huh? What...All of you were? Well, darn. Ah well. Least I tried. Also thank you Jason Murderday for the review. Yeah it was sort of obvious, wasn't it? I more or less didn't feel like hiding it, so yeah. Cats out of the bag now. So, anybody have any constructive criticism? Want to tell me how much the story sucks? Write it in the reviews! Your comments are sure to help the story! Maybe...Probably?