MWAHAHAHA I am back. And Enjoying this more and more, there is more gore in this chapter. This is the night right after the bite. Enjoy.

Don't own FNAF

It was late in the night when I heard something in the back. I figured it was some worker working late in the kitchens. I ignored it and postponed my nightly walk. Sometimes I would put faces on the posters so management would have to replace them. I would need a new marker, after a time I figured the man in the back had left so I wandered out and doodled in the bathroom. It was then I heard it, a scream. I froze not sure what to do. As quiet as possible I made my way back to my stage, I couldn't be seen they would probably disassemble us* or worse we could go to the junk yard and die all over again.

When we came in the dining room I saw it. The man. The one who killed me, older, but it was him. He looked drunk he had ripped open the bellies of the three animatronics on the stage. What was he up to? I waited until he staggered into the back to rush my way back into our curtained sanctum. Why am I scared? For the first time since my death I am feeling fear. I cover our eyes and shake. I heard them. The children, they were crying out for help, and I was too scared to do anything.

I have to stop him, no one will save them, like no one saved me. We got up and I took a deep breath to calm myself, not that we actually could breathe but the motion felt slightly relaxing. We peeked out from our curtains, my gears were shaking, I managed to put one foot in front of the other my greatest fear looming in front of me. I took another breath and ran to the back to the repair room the door was locked. No… I was too late. I clawed at the door trying to get in and stop him. I made so much noise I was sure someone would hear me. I couldn't speak I was so scared and could only bang on the door. I stopped knowing he wouldn't open it… everything was quiet within the room, I wondered if I could break the lock, maybe I wouldn't be too late.

I ran with all my might to the janitor's closet, they had tools I could use, my mechanical strength wasn't enough to break down the door. I searched through the supplies as quickly as I could; the light was flickering making it hard to see. I managed to find a large hammer that would surely work. I made a mad dash back to the room to find the door open. I cautiously made my way in. There was no sign that the man was in there, the room was just as messy as it normally was, there was no sign he had ever been in there. But the door was locked; I was sure of it. I walk back to my place on the stage; maybe I was beginning to go mad from this place. Replaying my own death, the man, surely he left after my death, how stupid would you have to be to stay?

I had just entered the dining room when I saw him. On stage. Stuffing the bodies of the screaming children in to the band. He lowered the head of Freddy on to a boy's head and a sickening crunch resonated out and blood poured all over the stage.

I was frozen, I was… too late. He took a drink from a bottle with a brown liquid in it. He was mumbling incoherently to the robots. He swung his body around and saw us standing there. He froze momentarily but curiosity over riding fear at this point he slowly walked toward me. I couldn't move, I was so terrified I didn't know what he would do; he looked into my eyes.

I let out the most blood curdling scream I had ever made the man screamed so loud I was sure the world could hear him. I couldn't form words I just made that metallic noise again and again as I sliced him with our hook. It was so sharp that he cut easily. He tried to kick me off him crying out for his mommy.

My fear slipped into rage, the man had soiled himself. I stopped slicing at him he was bleeding heavily from our claws and hook. I felt this suffocating knot in my throat. My hatred, helplessness, and failure to save those kids only made it worse, it felt like I was going to explode.

He was crying on the floor trying to crawl away, I stomped on his leg, it broke beneath my weight I grabbed his shirt collar with our paw and pulled him above my head, his feet were dangling. "Don't worry," I paused. For the first time, it wasn't Foxy's voice it was mine. "I'm going to enjoy this, and soon. You will too." His eyes widened as I cut his belly all the way open slowly. For a moment I could look inside him and see his insides twitch with fear as I hooked our metal on his bowel, one artistic motion ripped everything out on to the floor. I dropping him in the puddle of his own fluids and stepped over him.

I looked at the children who had been stuffed into the suits. I tried to remove them but… it was worse than being found in the suits. I hid the man, cleaned up his mess, I couldn't let this place shut down because of him. Maybe I could make it look like an accident. I left the suits opened so the morning staff would find them. It was the least I could do for my cowardess. I put the man in a golden Freddy suit it was never used, and I could hide him for a while that way.

While I tucked the man under my stage the floor boards were loose from my movement at night. I peeked out into the dining room one last time. It would probably be awhile before I could wander. This would not end well.

Dawn came and with that the discovery of the children. The janitor screamed police were everywhere, they took our hook finding blood on it. However all they could tell was that the blood was male and attributed to the little boy stuffed in Freddy's suit. The whole thing made business go south for a while, only people who were interested in laying memorial wreaths and what I can only assume were freaks interested in seeing death came.

The smell started to ripen from under the floor boards I was running out of time. I finally got some time to myself, I pulled him out of the storage area, he was beginning to rot, his juices no longer ran red but a black sludge poured from the eye sockets. I was glad I didn't have a sense of smell. I put a noose around his neck and pulled him up over the stage, it dripped on the stage and I shivered. He deserved less than this, he deserved to be buried and never found. But if I wanted to remain… whatever we are, then I needed to save Freddy's pizzeria, this was partially my fault after all.

*In case you haven't caught on, Micheal refers to himself as I but when referring to the body he believes he shares with the animatronic named Foxy.

Sorry if I mess that up occasionally I am the only editor

PLEASE REVIEW... its inspiring and I want to finish this but I am already losing steam.