I'm back with Game Over! A nice reviewer suggested it to me, thank you for the nice compliments StarCre8tion8! I also know lots of FNAF songs (Over 50 to be precise~ P.S now that's sad xD) so if nobody suggests anything, I'll use one from my bank! ...List.
Just to say, every time I use Mike, Jeremy, Fritz & (Insert child name of FNAF4 here later) they'll have the same kind of personality just in different kinds of situations. Some times they might be considering suicide, going insane... ect. I'm sadistic, so this'll be fun eh?
Anyway onto the One-Shot which contains SUICIDE!
P.S Sorry for changing the summary, again. Also FNAF isn't mine!
Don't forget that bold is lyrics!
Missing children + lyrics
Thoughts
Phone guy
Mike's lyrics (YES I'M WELL AWARE THAT MIKE HAS NO PARTS IN THIS! JUST GO WITH IT!)

Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria 00:00

A man that goes by the name of Michael Schmidt sat uncomfortably on his blood soaked seat, fresh with his own from the night before.
Mike had had a run in with the band leader himself: Freddy Fazbear. He'd gotten out alive (obviously) but not without getting a fairly large gash on his right arm, thanks to Freddy chomping down on it. Mike was lucky it didn't break, not lucky in the fact that the event has mentally scarred him. The reason for his scarring was the fact that the company didn't let him go to the hospital, they "fixed" him themselves. He now had the words Game Over stitched into his arm. Forever reminding him of the horrors of Freddy Fazbears.
Mike ran his hand through his silky brown hair, his hand coming out soaked in sweat. This was his fourth night, so of course he has a reason to be anxious. Fearful even. A golden ghost floated around his head, Mike didn't notice it. He was to fixated to his tablet. Nobody's moved so far, Mike was confused. It was the fourth night and no one has moved so far? They should've moved by the time he'd powered his tablet up, what was going on? That was when he'd heard it. Footsteps and the sound of a little girl's voice.
"Something creepy in the hallway" Mike paid it no mind, thought it being one of his hallucinations again. 'Stupid Golden Freddy.. Asshole' He switched back to Cam 1A, all were gone. Mike, panicking, jumped off of his seat and pressed down on the 'Light' button on his door. Bonnie. He smashed his fist upon the door button successfully locking the rabbit out. Mike settled down on his chair, calming down. 'This is gonna be one heck of a night..'
"When the trigger goin' low way" Trigger? Mike looked around, startled by what the voice had said. He looked down at his tablet, only instead of a tablet, he found a golden M9. Mike pushed it off of his lap and stood up, backing away. The chair rolling off towards the back. 'A-a gun? W-why? ..Where's my tablet?' He looked around, frantically looking for it, he couldn't lose it, not now. Not when it's his key for survival. He looked over at his desk, searching it.
"Blow your mind across the wall" Mike turned away from his desk, items scattering to the floor, the noise vibrating around the room. He saw the ghost, his breath hitched. It had the exact same aura as Golden Freddy. Mike thought about what the ghost had spoken for about a minute before finally getting it.. They want him to take his own life. As much as he considers the idea, he just can't see himself go through with the idea.
"Free your soul to deadly haul" Mike stared, tears made their way down his cheeks. They want him trapped, just like them. Mike knows the stories, he's read the headlines, the conspiracy theories. He's never believed them until now, where the truth is in his face staring deep into his soul. Mike thought about what the ghost had said again. Free your soul to deadly haul. They do want him dead. They've made that clear by sending the animatronics after him time and time again.

Mike scurried over to his chair, sitting down, holding his head in his hands. Trying to figure out everything but failing. How would he figure it out if they wanted him dead? He held his head up high, placing his hands down onto his knees. Looking back to the ground he spotted the gun. 'No' He thought. 'I won't let them drive me to suicide.. I have a life to live!' Glancing back at the ghost he realized that it wasn't in the room with him, instead it was outside the east hall. Glaring at him, clearly reading his face like a book. Mike cringed under it's gaze, fear rising.
"Fear and pain are breaking chances" Mike was stunned. It knew both about his fear and his pain. The pain being in his arm and the fear in his heart, threatening to burst out of his chest. He gasped, he could just feel the beating of his heart against his chest, it hurt like nothing he had ever felt before. It scared him more than he thought it could.
"Your heartbeat get resonances" Mike heard it echo around the room, the pain was there as well. It was like hearing someone punch against a sturdy piece of wood though in this case a heart punching the ribs concealed by your flesh, the noise was loud and clear to anyone who was near, he knew that the ghost had heard even though it's out there and not in the office. Mike didn't know what to do, so he stood up from his chair, knelt down and grabbed the gun, holding it to his head. Before he could do anything, he regained his senses.
"No! What the fuck!?" He threw it back onto the floor, knowing that if he kept a hold of it, it would eventually lead to his down fall. The ghost looked crestfallen. The look turned to a sneer in a second.
"Lodging turn of yours was short" The words took Mike about two minutes to process. 'What does it- OH SHIT THE DOOR!' Mike quickly tore his gaze away from the ghost, leaped out of his seat and opened the left door, sighing as he slid down the wall.
"Can you beat the 5-nights load?"

He wouldn't. Mike knew that without his tablet, he was a sitting duck. A can ready to be shot off of the wall. Prey that's already lost to it's predator. Mike's breathing became frantic, he couldn't think straight. Couldn't see straight. He was shivering, shaking all over. With fear.
"Something creepy in the hallway" Mike stood up and looked straight at east hall. Chica. Mike stood up and rushed over, headbutting the button right before Chica could lay a feather on him. He backed away from the door, stumbling over his chair and onto the floor. Almost knocking himself out, thanks to a certain cupcake Mike threw down there in a fit of rage.
"When the trigger goin' low way" The gun was right next to his head, he could just pick it up and end it all. He reached for it but recoiled in disgust, he wouldn't end it like this. No. He will survive even if it creates scars that'll never heal. 'That's rather ironic'
"Blow your mind across the wall" Mike got up into a sitting position, holding his head in his left hand, gun in the other. He had reached for it and grabbed it subconsciously. Mike looked under the desk, spotting the tablet. Tablet, he perked up. It was under the desk, but how? He didn't know nor did he care. He got it back! He might survive! He got up and threw his gun hand into the air, accidentally pressing down on the trigger, a gunshot echoed throughout the pizzeria. Realizing what he'd done Mike brought the gun down to his shocked face. 'Mia is going to be sooo pissed..' The ghost looked at Mike with a grin, before it fell when he realized that he wasn't in fact dead.
"Free you soul to deadly haul"

It was said with malice. Mad that the deed was not yet done. The ghost wanted Mike out, dead, gone. It had a personal vendetta against guards. Especially those who wear purple. The females were always given pink whilst the males got purple. It despised the colour purple, hated with such a burning passion that it's driven it to insanity.
"Fear and pain are breaking chances" Mike could feel the pain in his arm return, worse than before. He groaned in pain, clutching his numbing arm. Blood started to pour down, even though he didn't do anything to make it bleed out like it was. He looked back at the ghost, deciding to name it Goldie. It just reminded him so much of GF that he- he couldn't resist.
"Your heartbeat get resonances" As if on Que his heartbeat echoed around the room, the urge to pull the trigger was slowly rising. Yet, Mike still fought it. Even though he couldn't let go of the gun, even if he threw it, it'd come back.
"Lodging turn of yours was short" This time it only took Mike five seconds. 'OH SHIT NOT AGAIN!' He ran over to the door and opened it, he couldn't let it drain all of his power. He looked to his tablet. 99% 'The fuck? Do I have unlimited power tonight? Huh!?' Mike went over to the desk placed the tablet down, then proceeded to bash his head against said desk, grunts of pain escaping his lips.
"Can you beat the 5-nights load?"

'No' Thought Mike as he turned to look at Goldie. Hatred in both of their eyes was evident.
"Breathing dust get wicked strangle" Before Mike could even process what Goldie said, freezing cold clawed hands wrapped around his neck. Tightening, leaving him gasping for breath, with fresh hot tears now streaming down his face. He didn't want them to come down, but he couldn't stop them, couldn't tear the hands away as they sent his limbs into shock. Numbing them and rendering them unusable. His vision became blurred so he couldn't see who was holding him in such a way, lifting him above the ground. Making him suffer more than he should. 'Move.. MOVE!' Mike regained the feeling in his arms, he took that advantage and grasped the clawed hands then tore them away from his neck. Leaving scratches that weren't deadly, but could do lots if not treated. Mike dropped to the floor, breathing in all the air that his lungs could hold, releasing it in large exhales. Repeat. Goldie looked down at him in pity that soon turned to envy. Why should he live if Goldie never got the chance to?
"Endless waiting from this angle" As Goldie looked down at him, it got the sudden urge to call in an animatronic to cause Mike even more pain. What? Couldn't a ghost have fun before it's prey can take his or her own life? The thought made Goldie purr in pleasure, Mike looked up in fear.
"Shake M9 without linger" Mike looked to the gun, then back at Goldie. What was it plotting? Mike looked back to the gun, glaring at it. He threw it at Goldie, who, in turn, caught it and threw it back. Hitting Mike on the head, knocking him to the ground. Conscious.
"Push old trigger with your finger" Mike held his head and reached for the gun, grabbing it he grinned. He will push the trigger, just not at himself. He pulled himself up off the ground and went over to the east hall door, walking out, leaving behind a confused Goldie.
Mike walked out of the hall and into the dining area. Spotting Bonnie, he aimed his gun to shoot a bullet through his stupid rabbit head. An insane smirk made it's way onto his face.

"They didn't tell about this place" Bonnie turned around to look at Mike. The smirk dropped and Mike swore he could here a pin drop before Bonnie screeched and ran at him breaking everything that stood in his way. Mike, in turn, dropped the gun and legged it, managing to get about a meter away before Bonnie came crashing into him, sending them both to the floor. Mike screamed out in pain.
"Now truth gonna hitting your face" Mike scowled, as he saw Goldie floating above Bonnie's head. Bonnie got up, clutching Mike's arm like it was a new play toy. Well, it was to him ..but not to Mike. Bonnie turned his head to look at Goldie, Goldie shook it's head. Bonnie let out some unidentifiable noise and let go of Mike's arm. He'd spared Mike, for now.
"Why did you do that...?" Mike looked up at Goldie.
"Trying to keep you cold and smooth" Mike gave Goldie a look of confusion. What kind of answer was that? Sure he was cold but smooth? 'I hope they don't mean what I think they do!'

"Don't try so hard to be a hero" That explained it. This was a little revenge for him attempting to shoot Bonnie, well there goes his 'genius' plan. Mike got up, holding onto his limp arm as blood dripped down onto the furry ground. His face as white as snow. Tears dripping down one eye whilst the other one dripped blood.
"Your price became equals to zero" Mike instantly knew what Goldie was talking about here, it was talking about him being broken. He wasn't worth anything to the average person, no one had tried to fix him, to help him with his psychological problems. No one tried, because no one knew anything about it. He couldn't just go up to someone and say 'I'm being hunted by haunted animatronic animals.. please help me' They'd think that he was insane. Out of his mind. Plus the fact that he was under a contract stating that he couldn't tell another living soul for as long as he lives. The restaurant made this especially clear, the business actually being a secret set up designed to drive people insane. Assholes who don't care about the people, who only care about the money. The Fazbear business doesn't have enough of that since the incidents that happened there. They hire security guards to keep their robots safe for however long they last, then they get another one. It doesn't end, it never will. But Mike plans on ending it once and for all. 'But I feel so weak..'
"No way to run from the truth" Mike sat down at a table, struggling to keep his eyes open any longer. He felt his life slipping away from him, the blood dripping where ever he went, draining his life energy. Goldie looked at Mike with a frown, clearly he wasn't suffering enough. He was gonna die whether from blood loss, hypothermia or suicide. Goldie was hoping for the latter rather than the former. The medium was bound to happen, Goldie knew since it could see Mike shiver. It was mid-winter after all. Goldie rolled it's eyes as Mike laid his head on the table, his arm hanging limp next to him. Goldie sighed and called for Foxy, Mike perked up in fear, getting up off of the table, falling to the floor.
Foxy came running in, picking Mike up with his hook to his throat. 'You know what? YOLO!' Mike, having a sudden adrenaline rush, kicked Foxy back. He saw Goldie grinning, so he ran. He ran to the kitchen, thinking that in there could be some supplies to help his arm and keep himself warm. Forgetting about Chica and the Gun.
Once inside the kitchen he rummaged through every draw and every cupboard he could find. After five minutes he could only salvage some old pieces of cloth and multiple aprons, it wasn't much but it'd do until he got out at six, then go to the hospital to get some real medical attention. Mike didn't know why he didn't do it before, fear of what the restaurant may do to him maybe? He wasn't sure but he knew it was something important. Mike wrapped some cloth around his arm then used another piece to make a makeshift sling. It looked rather clumsy, okay, super clumsy but try to imagine how someone could make one with one arm available for use? Thought so.
Next Mike wrapped multiple aprons around himself to drive away the cold. Again, it wasn't the best but it would do until he got out and got some real attention. Goldie floated into the room and laughed, Mike got into a fighting stance. Yes a human can't fight a ghost, just- just go with it.
"Never get down, don't get stroke" Mike got out of his stance and cocked his head at Goldie.
"It's only midnight on the clock"

"Only midnight!?" Mike looked down at his watch, Goldie was telling the truth, it was only midnight. That would explain the unlimited power he had. No amount of time had passed. Was Goldie controlling the time? 'Fuck! Can it even do that?! If so then.. I AM screwed..!' Mike ran past Goldie out of the kitchen, into the dining area. He ran into Chica, tumbling back, holding his head he looked up at her. Chica stared down at him. Mike gulped. Foxy came up behind him, Freddy went to his right side whilst Bonnie went to his left. Goldie floated above him.
"Something creepy in the hallway" He was in the dining area, there was no hallway. 'Moron..' Mike cursed, he was trapped with no way out, unless... He looked down at his feet, there by his foot was the gun. 'FUCK YEAH!' He knelt down and picked it up, an insane grin plastered onto his partly bloodied face. He slowly got back up, looking around the animatronics, choosing his victim.
"When the trigger goin' low way" He aimed the gun at Freddy's nose.
"I've always hated that honking noise.." A bang was heard as Freddy glitched out, falling to the ground with a loud crash seconds later. The others stood there, shocked. Mike dropped the gun, realizing what he'd just done. He just murdered a robot. He just murdered a robot! Goldie stared at him, eyes black.
"Shit" Mike ran over Freddy, towards the office.
"Blow your mind across the wall" Except it wasn't Mike's mind, it was Freddy's. 'Do they even have minds? ..Maybe' Mike ran into the office smashing his fist onto both door buttons, sending them crashing down with loud thuds. Two more thuds followed suit. Bonnie and Chica had rammed the doors. He swore under his breath, how could he just shoot their leader? What had come over him to do such a deed? He slid down down the west hall door, fresh sweat dripping down his face.
"Free your soul to deadly haul" Mike didn't know what to do. If he opened the doors, he would be killed on the spot. They would spare no mercy for the one who murdered their leader. Goldie floated into the room, anger written all over it's transparent golden face. Mike froze, if Goldie opened the doors then all hell would break loose. He had to be ready to run. The phone rang. Mike looked to it, surely Phone Guy AKA Scott had some tips, right? He had been the main source of information so far, so why not now? Mike calmed a little, thinking that maybe this happened every Thursday. Maybe it even happened to him! No need to worry right? 'Go ahead Scott!'
"Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day 4. I knew you could do it." Mike smiled, he was pretty 'lucky' to make it this far. 'Oh, stop it!'
"Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow. *banging sound* It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you *clears throat* uh, when I did." Mike checked the doors, Chica and Bonnie were still ramming them.. Did it come from the call? Mike's fear rose. 'No.. Scott, you're going to be okay right?' Mike couldn't convince himself that he would be okay.
"Uh, hey, do me a favor. *bang bang* Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room? *bang bang* I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad. *bang bang* Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there. *chime plays*.
You know...*moan* oh, no - SCREEEEEEEE!" Mike covered his ears as the screech rung throughout his head. Making his ears ring. After the ringing stopped, Mike knew that he wasn't going to be sending him messages anytime soon, you know. Him being dead and all now. Mike cried, tears of sadness for his lost security guard. He knew what had happened to him, he was stuffed ..Scott wanted him to go visit. Mike stood up, wiping away the tears, new fiery determination in his eyes. He'll fulfill Scott's final wish. He'll take revenge on those forsaken animatronics. For good.

Mike got up from where he has sitting. He shot a harsh glare at Goldie before trudging towards the left hall door. Goldie stared at him like he was a mad man.
"Fear and pain are breaking chances" Mike took a quick glance at his arm, still bleeding. 'Fuck' An unwanted thought made it way into his head, he thought about a recent episode he watched of 24 Hours in A&E. Some guy got his arm amputated from blood loss.(AN:Don't know if that actually happened, just for the story)Mike stared at the door, an unwanted tear sliding down his cheek. He might lose his arm. He shook off the thought, he couldn't think of that, not now.
"Your heartbeat get resonances" His heart was beating so hard, was he really going to go through with this? Going to the one place he feared most? Just to fulfill a final wish of someone he doesn't even know? But, he did save Mike's life. Mike owes him, respects him. He didn't, couldn't back down. He owes him this.
"Lodging turn of yours was short" Goldie kept staring at Mike, as he sighed and reached for the button. He took a death breath and pressed it. Everything to him seemed like a blur. First Bonnie rushed in, followed by a screeching Foxy who went to open the door for Chica. Bonnie then tripped Mike up before he could run out, catching his leg, dragging him across the floor. He tried kicking him away, Bonnie wasn't fazed. Mike was at a standstill, what could he do? He spotted the fan. Broken on the floor, from when he threw it at the wall. 'I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I DID TO YOU!' He grabbed it with his good hand then smashed it across Bonnie's face, he let go and Mike scrambled to get up. Almost getting a hook embedded in his chest in the process. Once up Mike ran out of the room, missing the face Goldie was giving him. A look of pure shock.
"Can you beat the 5-nights load?"

Mike ran and ran, not stopping until he reached Backstage. This room was the pit of his Nightmares. The slaughter house of countless security guards. He was about to enter this place of many uncharted graves. Then look for Scott's decaying corpse. 'The guilt..' He gulped down his fears and entered. No turning back now. Looking around he noticed blood stains everywhere, mostly coming from multiple Freddy, Bonnie and Chica heads. Then there was the smell, Mike gagged. So hard that he threw up the contents of his stomach onto the floor. That just added to the smell. He noticed a suit in the corner, a Foxy suit. 'Wasn't he in disrepair? Why do they have another suit of him..?' Upon closer inspection, Mike found that it was, in fact a real one, inhabited Mike noticed. He walked over to it, holding his nose, keeping a small part of the vile stench out of it. He knelt down for a closer look, taking a deep breath, he pulled the Foxy head off. Then screamed. Concealed by the mask was a decaying man's head. The eyes were popped out, maggots coming in and out of the sockets, skin grey from lack of blood, teeth cracked and broken and worst of all, the look on the man's face was of pain and terror, a permanent scream etched onto his face. Mike couldn't take it, he threw up again, whatever was left was gone. He backed away from it, going so far as to bump against a shelf and fall down onto his ass, several heads fell down onto Mike's lap. He screamed again, pushing the multiple heads off, they landed on the man. The suit that kept his corpse fell forwards, the man's head landing on Mike's leg. Mike's breathing became frantic, so many things were happening at once that he just couldn't take it anymore. He passed out.

Mike opened his eyes to find himself in his office, in the corner. Staring at a man who sat speaking on a phone in his chair. He heard him speak, his voice sounded awfully familiar.. The power went out, the office doors went up. The place became shrouded by darkness, Freddy's chime played. Mike found himself staring at the man, where had he heard this before? Sure it had happened to him twice but there on his seat was someone else. Mike looked at his own body, transparent. Memories perhaps? '..Oh wait. That's Scott.. NO! PLEASE NO!'
"You know.." A moan was heard, it had came from both Bonnie and Chica. Coming from Both doors. Mike ran over to Scott, stepping in front of him. Scott looked up at Mike.
"Oh no.." Mike turned around to see Freddy about to pounce on Scott. He shouted.
"NOOO!" Mike turned to Scott, shielding him from Freddy.
"SCREEEEEEEEEEEE!" Freddy jumped at Scott, going right through Mike.
'Don't sacrifice yourself for me Michael. GET OUT WHILST YOU STILL CAN!'

Mike awoke to find himself still in backstage. He had a blanket on him. 'What the fuck..' Mike pulled the blanket off of him to find his leg coated in a thick red liquid, blood. Remembering what had happened his eyes darted around the room to find the corpse filled Foxy, no luck. What happened to it? Tears came from Mike's eyes as he remembered his dream, he couldn't protect Scott. No, more like, he never had a chance to save Scott. He did acknowledge him though, which was odd considering that it was just a memory of Scott transferred to him. Goldie appeared in front of him. Glass ball in hand.
"Something creepy in the hallway" Mike looked up at it, eyes glassy from tears. Goldie handed the ball to him, he took it hesitantly. Not knowing if it was some kind of sick trick, or a test. He looked into it, what was in there shocked him. It was a soul. Mike stared at it, not moving, not breathing. The soul was forming into a human form, Scott's form. Mike glanced up at Goldie then back to the ball.
"Why?" He asked, choking on his words. The soul formed, a small Scott was staring up at him. Depression in his dead eyes. Mike had the sudden urge to smash it, to free Scott. He's trapped, and soon will Mike.
"When the trigger goin' low way" A gun was pressed into Mike's chest. Mike wasn't paying attention so he didn't feel it, his mind focusing on one thing and one thing only. Freeing the soul that saved his hide.
"Blow your mind across the wall" Mike was thinking of shooting the ball, but would that kill the soul, or go right through it? He's suffered enough, will that make him suffer more? Mike could only feel sympathy, anger and sadness. Nothing else, not even pain.
"Free your soul to deadly haul" Mike decided, he'll free Scott by smashing the glass on the ground, but not here. No, he'll do it in the office. The place he was caught. If he was caught there, he'd be freed there. Mike stood up, wobbling on his unsteady feet. He went over to the door and walked out, heading back towards the office.

"Fear and pain are breaking chances" Psychological pain overflowing his mind. Fear of what lies ahead for both him and Scott. He can't let either of them drag him down, or they will lead to him getting trapped. Never leaving this hell. Forever trapped with his savior. His savior trapped with his failure.
"Your heartbeat get resonances" He can't let his broken heart get in the way of his quest. He must help, he has to. If fulfilling his last wish didn't do it, then this hopefully will. He made it to the office with no trouble, not running into any animatronics. Walking inside he spotted them. The deadly threesome. 'I hope they all die in a fire' Mike placed Scott in his sling and brought his gun out, the animatronics didn't move. Didn't run when he shot each and every one of them. They all fell to the ground in a heap. Mike felt no remorse for his actions.
"Lodging turn of yours was short" He turned around to see Goldie, red hot tears running down it's face. Mike placed the gun back into the sling and brought out Scott. Looking down at him, Scott shook his head signalling a 'no!' Mike ignored his answer and threw his arm up into the air.
"Can you beat the 5-nights load?" He threw it to the ground, a smash was heard then a flash went off, brightening the room. Mike covered his eyes to avoid being blinded, once the light dissipated he opened them.

He nearly screamed. In front of him were four children ghosts and one adult ghost. The children floated towards him, he backed away in fright. Scott stood still. Tears falling down his face.
"Cutting flash, shining blaze" Mike kept backing away from them. 'No.. It can't be..'
"For escape there's no ways" Both of the doors slammed shut before he could make it out.
"Please no.." He whimpered, he didn't want it to end this way. He didn't want to die by the ghostly hands of the missing children.
"Burning eyes, creepy stare" Goldie came up behind Mike and pushed him closer to the children, Goldie must be the fifth one. 'That makes sense actually..'
"No more reasons for scare" Oh but Mike had every reason to be scared. He was pushed to the floor, the children circling him.
"No.. Why are you doing this!?" He asked but received no response. They continued the curse.
"Crimson light, bloody lips" Mike bit into his lip, so much that blood started to drip. The lights blared red above him. Sweat covered Mike's face.
"Ringing noise, hardest chill" The phone rung, scaring Mike out of his skin. He looked to the phone, it was unplugged. A shiver made it's way down his spine.
"Is it dream or it's real?" Mike wished it was a dream, but unfortunately for him. It was all too real.

"They are feeling you're here" Mike cringed when four different hands came at his four different limbs. Arms and legs, they held him up, Mike screamed out in pain when the one in the Freddy shirt grabbed a hold of his bad arm. Tearing off the sling, the gun fell out and onto the floor. Scott picked it up.
"They are see you within" Mike looked up at Scott who was examining the gun, face void of any emotion. Inside he was cowering in fear.
"They are coming, you're hear" Mike felt the ghosts move, he saw them head for west hall, the door opened for them, they headed off towards backstage. Mike's eyes widened, knowing what that room had in store for him.
"No.. Y-you're not-!" Scott followed them silently, unable to speak a word. He had already said enough.
"Death in animal skin" Mike struggled upon hearing that. He knew they had set out to stuff him.
"No! I don't want to be trapped here!" Mike struggled and struggled, but they just dug their clawed hands into his skin, making him screech in pain. Blood dripping down.

"Why you just locked this door?" The Bonnie shirt ghost looked over to Scott who had the backstage key in his hand, along with the gun. He kept silent, Mike thanked him in his head. Wondering how he had locked it, did he teleport?
"Can't you wait anymore?" Scott shook his head. The ghosts looked skeptical. They thought that Scott was with them on this, stuffing the one who deserved it, Mike was the one right? Surely this one had to be the right one? So many innocent souls beg to be free, well this was Scott's chance to be free. Mike had smashed his glass, this was his chance. He either joins them in stuffing Mike or he never leaves. Scott looked away from the children, he can't bear the thought of helping them kill the one who 'saved' him. The children gave up, Scott froze. His eyes losing their pupils.
"Bullet strikes in your head" Scott lifted the gun to his head, Mike stopped struggling and stared. Forgetting the pain, the anger and the sadness. Nothing was said until it happened.
"Leaving your body dead" A golden bullet went through Scott's transparent head, his spirit disappearing soon after. Like he never existed at all. Mike regained his senses.
"NO! SCOTT! WHAT THE FUCK!?" Mike broke free, sprinting over to where Scott last stood. A note was there, under the gun. The bullet sitting next to the gun, blood red. The note read: I'm sorry I couldn't help you like you did me.. Don't give in, I don't wish to see you up there so soon.. Good bye Michael Schmidt, see you on the flip side! Mike felt the tears return, he couldn't help it. His savior was gone. He should be happy, but he left in such a foul way. Ghosticide.

"This night gifts you little bother" Mike turned and glared at Goldie.
"It's you choice, your Game is Over"

Mike's breath caught in his throat. 'Your game is over.. This has to be a coincidence right..?' But Mike couldn't believe himself. He remembers the look in that man's eyes, the way he cautiously fixed his wound. That wasn't a coincidence, going back on it now Mike knew who that guy was. That guy whose name shall not be said.
"Something creepy in the hallway" Mike looked to see the children creeping up on him, Goldie leading them. Mike scowled, a dark shadow cast over his face. Eyes radiating a dark energy.
"When the trigger goin' low way" Mike held the gun up, aiming at the Bonnie child. The child looked fearful, considering what had happened to Scott.
"Blow you're mind across the wall" Mike pressed down on the trigger. The bullet struck the child, going through his head. The child melted away until nothing was left. Mike felt satisfaction, insanity was starting to take it's toll.
"Free your soul to deadly haul" Mike smirked. The child was with Scott now, jumping around free. He'll save the rest. Save Them. Voices in his head were telling him to save them, he chuckled darkly. The children scattered, all running off into different directions. Even Goldie.

"Fear and pain are breaking chances" Mike ran in the direction that the Chica child went. The kitchen. He's going to go for Freddy last, make the child fear him. 'The tides have turned huh kids?'
"Your headshot makes resonances" Mike directed that at the Bonnie child. Smiling at the thought that he just set someone free. Get away from this place, don't come back or you'll regret it, deeply.
Lodging turn of yours was short" Yes. The child didn't last very long, maybe because he didn't even know it was coming, perhaps Mike should've warned him. Well... Never mind.
"You can't beat the 5-nights load"

"Something creepy in the hallway" He heard whimpering coming from the kitchen, yes this was definitely where the Chica girl was hiding. 'Typical, I've always managed to trace Chica's location to the kitchen so why not now?' He went in, checking every nook and cranny of the place. He checked the last cupboard he came across, bingo. There she was, in a ball crying tears that never seemed to end. So pitiful, so vulnerable. Still, it's no wonder she got killed. She looked like she could get tricked by a piece of candy, labeled fake candy. Mike had to stop himself laughing at the thought. He aimed the gun at her head.
"When the trigger goin' low way" She looked over at him, a deep fear in her eyes. Memories stirring within, Mike knew what she was thinking of, it killed him inside to think of himself as him. But he was doing it for her, for them, for Scott.
"Blow your mind across the wall" He pulled the trigger, the girl screamed for a short period of time until it was only a fading squeak. It stopped altogether when she melted away.
"Free your soul to deadly haul" Two down, tw- three to go. 'Lets just get this over with..'

"Fear and pain are breaking chances" Mike exited the kitchen and was now making his way over to Pirate Cove, to deal with the fox child. He stopped at a table to sit down, adrenaline finally wearing off. 'Just a little longer..' He looked down at his arm. Hanging there. 'Oh.. Oops. Freddy kid you're gonna pay for what you've done to me' Mike got up from the seat, leaving the gun on the table, grabbing his arm. He shook it, trying to get some blood back into it. No such luck. 'Will it get amputated now.. I mean, it's not like it's dislocated. This is bullshit!' Mike cursed under his breath, did the doctor wannabees do this to him on purpose? Mike came to a conclusion that maybe they wanted him to die. But what did he do to them? Mike turned and took a hold of the gun, he'd get them back, but for now.. He had a job to do. He looked over to Pirate Cove and went over to it. Peering through the curtains he could see a sniveling child hiding in the back.
"Your headshot makes resonances" He ran over to him, the child not brave enough to meet his eyes. He brought the gun up to meet the child's head. 'Remember.. I'm doing this for them and for Scott.. Not to feed your growing insanity.. Wait' Mike dropped the gun, looking at his hand. He had three ghostly souls on his hands.
"Fuck.. This is wrong! Oh shit! Oh no!" He backed away from the Foxy child. The child grinned and continued on from where Mike left off.
"Lodging turn of yours was short" The child got up and wiped the tears of fear away, now they were tears of revenge being planned.
"Ack! Should've known that was going to happen!" Mike ran out of Pirate Cove, heading towards the office. The hall was blocked by an angry Freddy ghost.
"You can't beat the 5-nights load"

Mike ran back the way he came, the words echoing throughout his head, again and again. It was getting to him, everything was. He could feel his sanity slipping from his grasp. The only thing he has that makes him average. He's different from everybody. He's not afraid to admit that but this is ludicrous. Mike screeched as he slipped and fell on a nearby pool of blood. Getting up he finds the Foxy child looking at him, a golden glow in his one eye.
"You can't beat the 5-nights load.." Mike shuffled away from him, accidentally bumping into a different ghostly figure.
"You can't beat the 5-nights load.." Mike turned his head to see the Freddy ghost. He cursed, this won't get any better. Foxy child advanced, taking out his claws, Freddy ghost kept a hold of Mike, tying Mike's wrists together behind his back.
"You can't beat the 5-nights load.." Sweat dripped down Mike's face as the child came ever closer, anger glinting in his hunter eye, the child knelt down to Mike, putting a razor sharp claw to his throat, ready to slice.
"You can't beat the 5-nights load.." Mike got ready for the impact, lifted his head up, accepting that this was his way out. Until a voice told Foxy child to stop, he backed away. Goldie emerged from the floor in front of Mike.

"Something creepy in the hallway" Freddy untied Mike and let him go, Goldie lifted him up. Handing him his Golden M9.
"When the trigger goin' low way" Mike shook his head but Goldie shrugged it off and nodded.
"Blow your mind across the wall" Mike still denied the request, not willing. Even though he had accepted his fate with Fox child only moments ago. He wasn't going to take his own, he would rather someone else to it.
"Free your soul to deadly haul" Mike shook his head again, fighting back tears, he ran away from Goldie. To the front doors, banging on them.

"Fear and pain are breaking chances" Mike left the keys in his office, he can only hope the door breaks for him. But what he doesn't know, is that the glass is actually bullet proof. Not even a bullet can pierce the surface let alone a human beating down on it with his or her fists.
"Your headshot makes resonances" Mike kept beating it with his fist, not giving up. Not giving in. But the urge was too large to hold back anymore, he felt like giving in. The gun he was holding in his numb arm sent him shots of submission.
"Lodging turn of yours was short" Mike collapsed to the floor, tears flowing freely down his face. He couldn't take it. This would kill him one way or another, why not just end it now? Take his own. He decided.
"You can't beat the 5-nights load"

"Something creepy in the hallway!"
"This is it"
"When the trigger goin' low way!"
"I can't do this anymore"
"Blow your mind across the wall!"
"Can't take this anymore"
"Free your soul to deadly haul!"
"Fuck.."

"Fear and pain are breaking chances!"
"I have to. I won't be able to live with myself if I don't. Doing it for them, for Scott I said, I should've just escaped"
"Your headshot makes resonances!"
"It will.. It will.. I'm sorry kids, Scott. I-I caused you pain.. Please forgive me.."
"Lodging turn of yours was short!"
"This is a true Game Over"
"You can't beat the 5-nights load!"
"GAME OVER!"

A gun shot to the head soon followed. The children souls, realizing that he wasn't the one left to go find the true culprit. Leaving Mike behind to suffer for what he's done.
Mike's lifeless corpse wasn't found until the next day, the corpse was found by a new employee. The newbie let out a blood curdling scream once he found the body. Alerting all that was near.
The next thing everyone knew was that the restaurant was closed down. Nobody really knew why, no one got the chance to know. But the new guy did. He could never forget the ghost. Yes. The new guy saw a ghost there, it was hovering over the corpse. The ghost had looked up, anguish clear in it's dead, broken eyes.
To this day, even with the money the restaurant gave him to keep quiet, the money that he's using to live a rich life, hadn't spared him from that ghost. It haunts him, or so he thought it was. It was really looking out for him, making sure that he'd never go through what it did. Making sure to keep him away from any Fazbear places, any pizzerias in general.
The newbie thought it was a curse, the ghost thought it was a blessing. Until the newbie took it too far.
He went to Freddy Fazbear's, curiosity finally taking it's toll on him. The ghost had tried to warn him, tried luring him away but, you can't beat curiosity. It's a force to be reckoned with.
The new guy died that night, yes night. Killed by a headshot. That same Golden M9 that killed Mike, had killed the new guy. Now two souls wander the pizzeria, scaring away all that come near. The people that wander in don't last long. The ghost and the newbie ghost both had the same scars on their arms. Both stating the words: Game Over. They were the two ghosts that everybody feared, they would kill and scare away the most people. They worked together as a team, a team that would never falter and their names were:

Jeremy Fitzgerald and Michael Schmidt.

Freddy's laugh echoed around the pizzeria accompanied by a little girls laugh. It's going to be a long night.

AND CUT! Holy fuck did that take a long time! I literally had NO ideas for this I am sooooo sorry! There was WAY too much chorus! (Don't get me wrong I love the song, but jeez!) So I am soo sorry if it's crap.. At least I tried right? No? Fine. Well you requested it Star :3
Also just to say I was really struggling to get the end done... So I'm sorry that the fic as a whole wasn't what you were expecting. Nightmare was an explosion of imagination, this is just something that had a fire cracker put in to make it look creative, a small pop.
FANFIC ROLE LIST:
Mike Schmidt Stars In: FNAF1/FNAF3 Songs (+Other)
Jeremy Fitzgerald Stars In: FNAF2 Songs (+Other)
Fritz Is The: Bad Dude In Most Songs
All Animatronics Star In: Every Song (Almost)