Chapter 2 - Mike
Mangle crawled through the doorway. I kept my gun aimed at her, in case she did anything funny.
"M-m-Mike, I need your help, the Animatronics, They aren't acting right."
I looked at her, then pulled back the pump.
"And who says I'm to believe you. You tried to kill me!"
Mangle cocked her head at me. As if she didn't understand. She climbed onto the counter, and sat there.
"Master sh-"
"Hold up!" I said. I pushed the pump forward, fully loading the gun. "Who the Hell is this Master?!" I demanded.
She looked at me again, and started backing up.
"I believe his nickname is Marionette..."
I stared at her. Marionette was a psychotic, masterminded, and well-equipped animatronic. He always toyed with you, making you hallucinate, blinding you for a few minutes, obstructing the camera view. The list goes on. He's a 9-foot tall animatronic with knives for fingers. Jeremy never spoke about him, he gave him shakes.
"I have two questions for you Mangle. How did you find me, and Why did you find me?" I said.
"I-I sprinted away... He was chasing after me. Someone told me to go to house 112587."
"WHO?" I yelled.
"M-my mom." She said.
I looked at her for a moment.
"You have parents?!" I asked, nervously. "Who are they?"
"I know my mother, Salvage, but I do not know my father."
I stared real hard at her. Salvage... I thought. Where have I heard this name
"I was the only animatronic born from another."
I tried to switch the subject, I did not want to know how animatronics were made from one another.
"Back to square one, why did you come find me?"
"Marionette h-has the animatronics working for him."
"So?"
"We can't resist him. I've tried, and tried, but it's impossible. The only person that seems to be able to resist him, is Salvage."
"Who's this Salvage?"
"Her first-fir-first name is Springtrap."
*BANG*
I fired my gun at the ceiling. Mangle jumped back, flying off the counter.
"You say that name one more time, and you're dead!" I yell.
Springtrap used to be a costume I wore, I'd put it on for five minutes, then take it off. However just recently, I discovered someone was crushed inside the suit, he accidentally touched the spring lock, and he compressed himself.
"Holy Hell Mike!" She yelled. "A little warning next time."
I concentrated all my willpower not to shoot Mangle.
"How does Marionette control you?" I asked.
"He uses some kind of server virus that forces us to do what he says."
"Mangle, I'm going to repair your eyesight." I said. What the Hell am I talking about?! I thought.
She stood right in front of me, completely still.
"Why's that, to neutralize our hostility."
She read my mind, does she have that ability. I thought.
She grimaced when I motioned the place getting shut down.
"It was me. I killed the kids. I got sick of the kids snapping me apart. The more they broke me, the more they tormented me. I thought this would finally have made the owner put me down, instead he locked me with maniacs. All the animatronics started breaking me apart. Except for 2, Springtrap and Foxy. They protected me against them, which led them to being nearly destroyed. I still don't know why Foxy protected me, but if they didn't, I doubt I'd survived a day, let alone 8 months."
I put my shotgun down and looked at her for a second. This robot came to me in spite of helping her defend my greatest enemy.
"Mangle, I'm-I am so sorry. Though I do have a hatred of your kind, you are smarter than the average. I will repair you."
"Don't bubble wrap it Mike, you still are an enemy to us. The only animatronic I can remember not being hostile is Foxy...but he's been offline for 3 months now."
I picked up Mangle, and set her on the table. I shut off her power supply, and began to tinker around with her systems. First off, I isolated a system virus. Next I wired in her eyes to the correct sockets. Then, I attached an antenna to hopefully, prevent viruses. Next I re-wired in her hand and leg coordinations.
I turned Mangle back on, and she looked at me. The way a murderer looks at his target before killing it.
I found a few pieces of white scrap metal, then hesitated. What will happen once I rebuild her... I thought.
I placed each piece of metal around the sides of the endoskeleton, so she looked somewhat the same before he tots broke her.
"S-so how do you like it?"
"Define "like"." Her AI said. "It's okay."
Phew I thought. I sank back into my chair.
"Michael J Schmidt. Former employee of Fazbear Entertainment. 32 years old, DOB was March 14 1967." She said in a computerized voice, then she spoke in her regular. "That's nice to have. Thank you Mike. I'd hate to ask more but...could you come back to Freddy's Pizzeria with me...the last time I tried to escape Marionette ordered Bonnie to cut me down. She succeeded, me left in this state, but once she was free of command, she almost started crying when she looked at me."
I scoffed "Oh alright, how bad could it possibly be?"
"Defining Level Of Threat...calculating that this scenario carries a 95% chance of death, or a level 6 mission. Undetected by enemy forces, and that chance decreases by about 33.33333333333333333333%" Mangle's computer stated.
I had to ask I thought.
I picked up a bag and began packing supplies. A sidearm with 12 bullets in a clip, my Fazbear keycard, night vision goggles, and a cell phone for emergencies.
"Let's Go!" I yelled.
Here is the edited version of chapter 2. I will edit chapter 3 when I get the chance, but I'm trying to expand the word count to at least 1000. I hope you like it! Bye and Stay Sharp.