Hey guys. Sorry it took a while, but here it is. I tried. I don't think i will be able to do what i want to do with this, which is ALL five nights in distinct detail… but as you all know, distinct detail wouldn't make much sense in this kind of fic. It would be just "Engie waited as Mike tapped his foot and kept checking his watch. Then suddenly Bonnie, and then engie closed the door, and waited some more." Waiting, waiting, waiting. I would try to write a dialogue during the in-between bits, but character development is something I suck at.

Thanks for ALL THE SUPPORT! It helps a lot! And also, I have the bragging rights to say "I did the FIRST FNaF AND TF2 CROSSOVER EVER! WOOOO!

I tried my best to SHATTER the mental wall of Writer's Block, and that's why it so long…

...is what I would like to tell you. Truth is, I stopped caring. It wasn't as important to me as video games like Skyrim and Team Fortress 2 and Pokemon Showdown… I'm an addict. Writer's Block was just the trigger, but now I'm back. And now I'm banned from ALL video games for 2 weeks. My fault, completely. Basically, I'm grounded, but just from gaming. So now I can write and moderate on PokEdit to my heart's content.

For those of you who are saying "Hey, that was low. REAL low. Your just an addict. You'll just disappear again. I'm unfollowing and un-favoriting," then I hear your opinion, and I respect it. I don't like it… but I accept full responsibility.

For those who are staying true, then thanks… I appreciate it. Also, I saw that there were, like, 1 person per country who saw my story, from Germany to Australia.. Whoa. That is weird. Danke, my foreign friends! For those in the US, then Thanks, my not-foreign friends!

Dell quickly started flicking through the cameras he had access to. Fortunately Bonnie was only in the dining area. Once he knew, he relaxed. He looked up at Mike and said "Bonnie's just entered the dining area. Mike, I almost didn't believe you about the 'bots, but I do now."

"Good thing, too." Mike replied, "I'll stay here with you on the first night, and then you're on your own, if I think you can make it."

Once 2:00 rolled in, Dell was doing fine, making sure to keep an eye out for the robotic creature's when he noticed Chica had moved. Mike, who had an instinct for this kind of thing, had already turned on the right-side light. Chica was staring through the window, but she wasn't simply making that "whoosh," sound they make when you see them. No… she wasn't doing that at all.

"Le-Le-Le-Le-Let's Eat! Come on- Come on, it's time for sna-sna-snacks!" the bird-bot said. Her mechanical voice was repeating itself over and over while trying

"HOLY F***ING SH**!" screamed Mike. He slammed his hand down on the button and the door closed with a bang.

"What in the name of the lone star? You never said anything about talking…" Dell said, sincerely worried and confused.

Mike didn't respond. He was too busy trying to catch his breath. He had a very worried look on his face, though.

Once 3:00 rolled in, Dell lost sight of Bonnie, and quickly closed the camera. Then…

"Hehehehehehehe! IT'S ME!"

A ghostly freak has materialized out of thin air. It stood in front of Dell and Mike. It looked like Freddy, but was a faded yellow-gold color. It's eyes were pitch-black and it's head was on sideways. It's mouth was wide open, and it was laughing in a little girl's voice. In that brief moment it looked at him, Dell felt it had analyzed his very soul, and was going to take it.

Dell screamed, and Mike fell on the ground, twitching like a maniac. Then, just as suddenly as the monster had appeared, it vanished...

Our favorite Ex-mechanic took a deep breath. Mike was still on the ground, breathing deeply. Once Dell calmed down, he began checking the cameras… but all they showed was static.

"Mike?" Dell said nervously, "Mike…"

He then shook Mike's unconscious body. "Mike! Wake up! Wake up already!"

Mike stayed down, although he twitched a bit more.

Looks like I'm on my own. Dell thought. And whatever that… thing.. was seemed to have disabled my cameras. I have no clue how to fix them quickly enough.

It wasn't until 4:00 that anything happened. There were some attempts to get into the office, made by Bonnie and Chica, but nothing else had happened since.

Then, just as suddenly as they had been disabled, the cameras re-enabled. What was there was terrifying.

"Hi! I'm your best pal, Bonnie the Bunny! Don't b-be scared!"

Bonnie was staring directly into the camera, with nothing but a pitch-black background behind him. He then pulled off his suit's head, revealing the machine underneath. "THAT'S AGAINST THE RULES, SON." he said in a deeper and much more robotic voice.

The cameras flashed to static again, and then went back to the normal camera view.

"What-" Dell started to say. Before he could string together another word, he heard footsteps running towards the left door.

"AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" he heard, in a Pirate's voice, and then "I'LL GET YOU." in the same deep voice Bonnie had used.

Dell closed the door immediately. There was a sickening CRUNCH of breaking plastic, and then a clatter of metal slamming against the tile floor. Then, silence.

"What…? What happened?" Dell said out loud.

He waited, then flickered the left door's lights. Nothing. He checked the cameras near the door. Nothing. It wasn't until 4:15 that he felt safe enough to open the door again.

There, on the ground near the door, was the fox. It appeared to have sprinted full-speed into the door, and it's jaw was now completely separated from it's head. It's eyes flickered, and it was softly playing an instrumental version of "Yo-ho, Yo-ho, a Pirate's Life for me."

"Oh… oh dear. Oh…" Dell said with sadness. He then slapped himself and thought Snap out of it, Dell! What are you SAD for?

A tiny voice in the back of his mind said It's a robot. You done hurt it. You know you don't hurt robots. You fix them. That's what you've always done. You're an Engineer. You solve problems with robots.

But… Dell tried to ignore his feelings, but he couldn't. All he could think of was his first sentry that got sapped. The emotion of pure hatred for Spies everywhere had flooded him, and he could have sworn his sentry could feel. He dragged the bot into the office and pulled out his toolbox. He'd had a hunch he'd need it, and now was glad he'd brought it.

The next hour was spent on repairs with screwdrivers and hot glue to try to fix the poor machine he'd broken. When he'd finished, the 'bot suddenly rose up and SCREAMED!

"NO! NO! PLEASE!" Dell shouted at the top of his lungs.

Then, Foxy stopped his scream. He looked down at his body, which, with the exception of the missing suit parts, was now completely repaired. He then looked at Dell.

"Did… you… do… this…" it said, as though it were only taking select words from specific pre-determined voice lines.

"..." Dell said nothing, as though he were trying to wrap his brain around the idea that his life MIGHT not be over after all.

"ANSWER… ME…" it said, much louder and more robotic.

"Y-... yes, I did…" Dell said.

The fox just stared.

"Who…" it said.

"Me? You're asking my name?"

"Argh, me hearties! It's time for the greatest show on the seven- YES…"

"I'm… I'm Dell. Dell Conagher. I'm an Engineer. I fix machines."

"You… machine? You… like… me?" asked the fox.

"NO! DON'T TAKE ME! I mean, no, I'm a human."

"You… matey… but… no… matey… night… THAT'S AGAINST THE RULES…"

"You mean that it's against the rules for a human to be out now?"

"Argh!"

"...I'm a guard. I'm here to make sure no bad people get into the building. The owner of this place gives me money in return for me doing that."

"..." Foxy just stared.

"...What? What did I do wrong?"

Foxy took off running. It was then that Mike woke up. "Huh? What happened?"

"It's a story that'll have to wait until six. For now, I-"

"DING, DONG, DING, DONG… DING, DONG, DING, DONG!" Mike's watch suddenly played.

"It's six now. You made it. Good job. Now I'm out of here before any more nightmares plague me again." Mike said, and then he stood up fully and left the building, never to return.

"Well… his information was right about useless." Dell said. "This job is going to be a lot more interesting that I thought…"

Well, that's that! Another chapter down! It might be a long one. It might be a short one. I actually have a general idea of what I'm going to do with this fic, although mostly it's just how I'll end it. So, please, leave a review, and PLEASE include spelling/grammar mistakes you see in the chapters in said review. So, yeah, Cheerio, and all that jazz. See you next time!