Ok, so we're going to start out with the spirits here. This should explain the 'virus' in the animatronics and how it takes over during the night hours as well as explain what will happen when the others are 'gone' (not themselves). Then we switch back over to Mike and we'll stay with her for a while.

I own absolutely nothing except for the few OCs in here (the parents).

"Bold" is the Animatronic's speech

"Normal" is human speech (when the child's spirit is in control)

"Italic" is memory/thought/phone call

Chapter 2

July 21, 1988

After the incident…which management was now calling the "Bite of '87", finding workers was difficult. They managed to get a Day Guard, a night Janitor and a Night Guard less than a year later, much to the spirits' joy and surprise. Finally they'd have someone to talk to…and play games with during the night hours instead of moping about miserably.

Robby and the other spirits peeked around the corner as the new guard settled into his chair, putting in his headphones and turning on his Walkman.

"I want one of those," Matt groaned, looking enviously at the music player, "I think Mom and Dad were going to get me one for my birthday, that's all I wanted…but it…well…you know,"

"Hey, maybe he'll let you listen to it?" Sam grinned, "Although, I doubt he'll want bear fur on them,"

"Shut it Bunnyboy," Matt halfheartedly growled, putting a hand on his ears.

"Knock it off," Robby sighed, his tail thrashing irritably as he pinched his nose, "God, Mike acted better than that…and she's six, wait, no, seven now!"

He ran a hand through his red hair, his ears dropping as he did.

"Robby, you ok?" Amanda asked.

"I just…I can't believe I forgot how old my little sister was," he murmured, "We've been like this for a year now and I…I can't believe I forgot,"

He felt Amanda's arms wrap around him before letting go and looking up at him.

"It's ok, Robby," she told him, "Who knows…maybe this guy here's our Rescuer? And we'll get to go away from this place for good,"

"Wouldn't that be nice," Sam sighed as he leaned on the wall, only to stand bolt upright, his ears twitching towards a sound coming from the office, "Uh oh, he's coming…scatter!"

The four spirits bolted, rushing out and away from the security doors as the guard stuck his head out of one. After looking around for a few seconds, the guard shrugged and went back inside the office.

"That was close," Matt started, wiping his forehead, "I take it we're not telling him either?"

"We can't tell anyone," Robby nodded, "Not until we know for sure our Rescuer is here,"

Matt opened his mouth to speak again, only for the church clock to strike midnight. All four spirits burst into smoke and were wisked from their positions, being pulled towards the four animatronics. They all fought, trying to keep out of their metal prisons as long as they could, but in the end they failed, having their souls painfully reintegrate with the animatronic that housed them.

Robby's knees hit the ground with a loud clang, his paw and hook hitting the floor not long after as he gasped, trying to circulate air through his systems and cool down. Once he caught his breath, the spirit stood upright, poking his head outside of the curtains. He saw Matt, Amanda and Sam staring directly ahead…something not normal for them.

He heard the cameras clicking and he ducked his head back behind the curtain as the one watching over the Cove turned on. He never liked having the cameras on him…not after the 'Bite'…and so he stayed in the Cove.

Until that is, he heard someone move.

Robby poked his head out of the curtains again, watching as Sam disappeared from the dining room and Amanda stepped off stage, walking through the rows of tables. He turned his head towards Matt…who didn't even look at him or move for that matter. Robby's eyes narrowed as he saw Sam appear just to his right, starting down the hall.

"Sam…" Robby hissed, "What are you doing?!"

No answer. The younger spirit's eyes were glued forwards, staring at the hall. Robby saw Amanda move, coming down the other hallway, and she didn't take her eyes off it. The eldest spirit shook his head in disbelief as the two younger spirits went down the hall, coming to a halt right outside the door.

He heard a yelp of surprise from the security guard…only to have it accompanied by two unearthly shrieks. Two very human, very childlike shrieks.

"Forget this!" Robby thought as he dashed down the hall…only to see Sam and Amanda picking up the guard.

"Stop!" he shrieked as two of his friends grabbed the frantic guard and dragged him to the back.

Two pairs of black eyes with pinpoints of white stared back at him.

"Hey there F-Foxy!" came the tinny voice from Sam, "What brings you here?

"Sam…wh-what are you doin'?" Robby asked slowly.

"Silly Foxy," Sam laughed, "You know m-my name is B-Bonnie!"

"O-O-Okay…" Robby started, blinking.

Sam had never done this before…

"Bonnie…" Robby said slowly, "what are you doing with him,"

"He was breaking the rules," Sam…Bonnie…said brightly, "Ch-Chica is h-he-help…"

His eyes flashed back to white and crimson irises.

"Robby! Help me!" he rasped before the crimson eyes faded back to black.

"Helping me," Bonnie finished.

The guard looked frantically at Robby, eyes wide.

"Help…" he breathed before Bonnie dragged him away.

Robby started forwards, only to get stopped by Amanda…Chica…

"Whoa there F-Foxy!" she told him, "Don't w-worry. Everything will be f-fine!"

Her eyes flashed back to blue-violet.

"Not in control!" she panicked, "R-Robby! H-Hel…"

The violet irises flickered, back to black and white right as Robby heard screams. The former boy charged forwards, dodging past Chica's wing and sprinting towards the back…

Right as the screams cut off and Bonnie came back into the hall, his front spattered with something very dark and very wet.

"N-Now everything is fine!" he beamed, walking past Robby, who continued on tossing a weirded out look at his two friends.

He entered the room and the metallic scent of blood assailed his nose. The spirit started to shake as he realized what had happened.

The poor guard had been stuffed into the spare suit in the back, blood oozing through the gaps in the suit. Just like what had happened to them. Robby's ears drooped and his tail touched the ground, curling around his legs until he moved forwards and gingerly reached in the suit, gripping the guard's body and hauling the bloody corpse out.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry," he whispered before walking off and going into the security office, picking up the phone and dialing a number he knew by heart.

"911, what's your emergency?"

Robby didn't say anything. He knew that the police would come if he let it be. But he needed to make sure.

"S-Send an ambulance," he said and he hung up.

The former child went back to his spot and waited for the church bells to strike six. He heard the others clambering back into their own spots right as the bells started chiming.

A sharp pain stabbed into the area where Robby's heart would have been, sending the fox to the ground, coughing and retching as blood dripped from his muzzle to the wood floor. His metal struts creaked and groaned as they shortened, reforming into something more human. Within moments, Robby lay with his cheek on the floor in front of the fox animatronic. The red-head shakily got to his feet and stumbled over to where the prone forms of his friends lay on the stage.

"Get up," he ordered, "We need to move, now!"

"Wha?" Amanda asked, "Wha's goin' on?"

"If we don't move, we'll be prime suspects in a murder," Robby growled, his golden eyes flashing, as his ears flattened against his skull, "The guard was killed last night. Stuffed into a suit like us. Hurry, into the back!"

The four spirits rushed into the back room, while Matt shut the door and made sure it was locked.

"I hate this room," Amanda shuddered, "It's a little better, but still…"

"It's not the one we were killed in, Mandy," Sam murmured, "And there's no cameras. But, Robby…how'd the guy die?"

"You stuffed him in a suit," Robby explained, "You and Amanda. Your eyes turned completely black except for some white dots and you didn't talk like yourselves…you thought I was just another animatronic. It was like you didn't remember again,"

He looked at Sam, eyes sad.

"And if that isn't enough for you…I have proof, Sam," he whispered, "Look at yourself,"

The younger spirit looked down at himself, seeing blood drenching the front of his shirt. Sam gave a startled cry, holding out the shirt, wishing that he could erase it all.

"I don't remember how this got here!" he cried, "I don't…"

"It's the same thing that happened to Robby a year ago," Matt reasoned, earning him looks from the others, "I…I think it's starting to take us all,"

"All three of you were gone last night," Robby told him, "You…I know none of you would do this if you had a hold of yourselves. So that's the only possible reason,"

"But how come you didn't go after him like we did?" Amanda asked.

"I don't know," Robby shrugged.

"Maybe…maybe it doesn't affect you as bad?" Sam suggested, "maybe you can stop us if it doesn't have you! And then you can warn the guard so we don't k-kill them…"

"I'll do it," Robby nodded, "Just as you all are going to have to do it if I lose it and you don't,"

There wasn't a disagreement in the room.

September 22, 1988

Mike sat in the back of her classroom, watching the other children as the teacher did an activity with them. She looked down and away as the teacher's dark brown gaze landed on her.

"Mikayla? Do you want to come join us?" the teacher asked.

Mike didn't say anything, she kept her gaze firmly on her shoes as the bell rang for recess.

The teacher stood from her chair and looked out over her class.

"Alright class, you can go play," she started, making the children cheer, "Mikayla, can you come here please?"

Mike's shoulders slumped as the class snickered at her on their way out. She slowly got out of her chair and shuffled over to the teacher. The older woman knelt down in front of the first grader and put a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Is everything ok, Mikayla?" she asked.

"Mike,"

The teacher blinked, it was the first time she'd ever heard the girl speak.

"I'm sorry?"

"Mike," Mike growled, looking up, "My name is Mike. No one calls me Mikayla,"

"Alright, Mike," the teacher sighed, "Now, do you mind telling me what's wrong?"

Mike just stared, her scarred, haunted amber gaze piercing through the teacher and making her shudder. There was something about that little girl…that dead, sad gaze was something that didn't belong on a first grader's face. It was like she'd seen something horrific at a very young age.

But Mike refused to talk to anyone that wasn't her mother, so the teacher had no idea what was going on in that little head. She sighed and stood up straight. It looked like she was not getting an answer from this little girl.

"Alright, Mike, you can go out and play,"

Mike didn't nod or say anything. She just turned around and walked outside, her sketchbook in hand.

Mike sat down in the shade of the big oak tree overshadowing the playground. She pulled out her sketchbook and started to draw as the other children played.

"Hey! Scarface!"

Mike slowly looked up, her amber eyes lasering in on one of the boys in her class flanking a fifth grader and a third grader.

"Whatchya got there, scarface?" the fifth grader sneered, grabbing at Mike's sketchbook.

"DON'T TOUCH IT!" Mike shrieked, yanking it back and holding it to her chest.

"So she can talk!" the third grader blinked, looking at the boy in Mike's class, "Looks like you were wrong about that, squirt,"

"She never talks in class," the first grader shrugged, "I didn't think she could,"

Mike tried to sneak away, only to get yanked back by the pigtails. The girl gave a cry of pain as she fell to the ground, her sketchbook flying out of her hands and skidding to a stop in front of the fifth grader.

The girl lifted her scarred face, tears streaming as the boy picked it up.

"Please no," she begged as he opened it.

"What the heck is this?!" he demanded, "You morbid little kid…what's wrong with you?"

Mike's eyes burned as hot, angry tears streaked down her face.

"There. Is. Nothing. Wrong. With. Me," Mike snarled, getting to her feet, "Give me my book,"

"I don't think so," the bully snapped, holding it out of her reach.

Immediately, Mike remembered the last time this had happened to her. A bully had taken her mother's locket and held it up over her head where she couldn't reach it. Then, she had had a tall, protective big brother to knock the bully flat. Now…there was no Robby to protect her.

The girl's eyes darkened a considerable amount as she shook.

"Give. Me. My. Book," Mike ordered, holding out her hand, "Or. Else,"

The bully laughed in her face, holding the book out of reach but getting close to her face.

"Or else what?" he sneered, "A little shrimp like you couldn't possibly hope to take me on…"

He didn't get much else out as Mike's fist collided with his nose, sending blood spraying into the air.

Anna got called into the school by the principal from work. The man said that Mike had gotten into a fight with a fifth grade boy. To her surprise, Mike wasn't injured, but the boy was...ending up with a broken nose. She took Mike with her back to the car. On their way home, Mike sat in the back, arms crossed as she looked out the window, just staring unflinchingly at the scenery.

"Why did you hit him, Mikayla?" Anna finally asked.

Mike didn't say anything, just stared out the window.

"Mikayla…"

"He took my sketchbook," she finally muttered.

"So you hit him?"

"I asked him to give it back, he didn't. I asked him again, and he laughed at me and still wouldn't give it back…then I hit him,"

"You know we don't hit," Anna chastised.

"You never told Robby that,"

Anna hit the brakes hard, causing the car behind her to blare it's horn angrily. Anna waved them on before pulling over and stopping, turning to face her daughter. Mike's dark amber eyes looked vacantly at her, tears gleaming behind the shadows caused by her copper hair.

"Mikayla…Robby…he's not…" Anna closed her eyes, trying to steady herself as the image of Robby's bright amber eyes flashed before her, "Look, I know what happened…I know what you saw…but Mikayla…we need to work together on this. We can't draw attention to ourselves because that man is still out there. No more fighting, ok?"

Silence.

"Mikayla…"

"Alright, Mama," Mike whispered, bowing her head as tears streamed down.

Anna leaned back and kissed her daughter's forehead.

"That's my girl,"

Like brother like sister. Next time, Mike will be quite a bit older (in her early teens) and she and her mother have moved back to their hometown. A word about the spirits, whatever they get on them during the night will appear on them during the day, hence why Sam's spattered in blood because Bonnie shoved the poor guard in the suit. Whenever one of the spirits is 'gone' they will be referred to by their character name, because the child is not in control.

I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.