The other animatronics couldn't help but laugh at Freddy's statement. It wasn't a common occurrence for the night guard to get out alive, and even when they did they were mentally scared for the rest of their life but that was a story for later.

Mike couldn't shift the nervous and confused look from his face as he sat there looking at all the animatronics. He didn't understand what was happening or how they could change their personalities so suddenly.

Chica was the first one to realise how frightened Mike must still have been and settle her laughter down to a smile.

Walking over to him, she gently took one of his hands and pulled him to his feet speaking, "I'm Chica, Chica the Chicken."

Mike swayed a little on his feet, not feeling all too great, but who would if you were in his position? He wasn't sure if taking his eyes off of any of them was a good idea. He was really beginning to let his senses sink in. Look at Chica directly, he could see slight bits of rust from over the time, scratches and dents too but nothing major. There were actual feathers on her body he'd never seen before.

Looking down at his hand in hers he could see that she actually did have hands and not just wings. She wasn't as metallic as he thought she'd be at all. The feathers he could feel were rather soft and her hands were a strange rubber material, giving them a fleshy feel. Mike began to wonder why the creators would make her feel such a way and whether or not the rest of the animatronics felt the same. He supposed with them being around children it was going to be something that was expected by parents, child friendly elements.

Mike was brought out of his thoughts with soft giggling. Slightly startled he snapped his head up to look at the chick.

"I'm guessing I'm not what you expected?" Chica asked gently, the rest of the animatronics smirking in the background.

Mike opened his mouth and closed it again before clearing his throat and answering, "W-W-Well...n-no. I guess not."

It wasn't much of an answer but it answered her question.

Smiling at him, Chica looked over at Freddy as he spoke, "Shall we get out of this room? It's very small."

Mike wasn't sure if he was supposed to answer his question so said nothing and allowed the others to speak.

"Well I don't be seein' why not now. No reasons to be stayin' in here." Foxy replied.

"I'll clean this up and then follow." Bonnie stated simply.

Mike was lost, what was he going to clean up? Looking around he quickly registered; they may not have gutted him but he had thrown up. Shouldn't he have been doing that? Wasn't his job to take care of the animatronics?

"Let him do it Mike, you're not in the best of positions right to be doing physical work. It's no trouble." Freddy told Mike almost as if he'd read his mind.

Before Mike could say a word, Bonnie moved towards him and Chica saying, "I'll be quick."

"Like a bunny!" Chica exclaimed causing the others to chuckle before looking at Mike continuing, "I think we need to get some food in you. I'm willing to bet there's nothing left in there." She gestured to Mike's stomach.

"There's no point arguing with her Mike. Besides, if this is left you'll probably get fired or something tomorrow and after everything there's no point in that." Freddy spoke.

With that she lead Mike out of the room, past Foxy and Freddy and into the hall way. Freddy couldn't help but shake his head a little; it was typical of Chica to mother them. He gestured for the pirate to follow them first, turning and nodding once at Bonnie.

"I won't be long." Bonnie said, meaning for Freddy to follow the others as he did.

Mike's mind had begun to tick over again as he was led slowly down the hall way, knowing there were two other animatronics behind him. Glancing over his should, he could see glowing yellow eyes. He knew those eyes all too well...they were Foxy's which meant Freddy was behind him. Even though Mike hadn't asked the names or had any one, besides Chica, introduce themselves to him, he knew who everyone was. There were numerous posters pasted everywhere in the night guards office.

Looking back around, he caught Chica glancing over her own shoulder at him. Something about all this still unnerved him. He wasn't sure he wanted to go where ever they were taking him. Chica had said something about food, so perhaps they were taking him towards the stage front...or the kitchen? He'd never seen the kitchen, the camera was always disabled.

He didn't recognise any of these hall ways. These must have been the blind spots the camera's blocked off. Routing through all his memories of the camera's Mike quickly realised they can't have been taking him to the main hall with all the tables set out, and they can't have been taking him to the stage, all these things were somewhat close by. They must have been taking him to the kitchen.

Mike felt his stomach knot a little tighter than it had already wound itself up. He wasn't sure he wanted to see what the kitchen looked like after the state of the stock room; what if they still had pieces of previous guards and they were going to try and feed him them? What if they were just going to kill him in there? There were enough tools in a kitchen to kill someone and unfortunately Mike knew this a little more than he had ever hoped too.

He mind only dragged him back deeper as he heard the yelling of an old house mate echo around his dark thoughts. The scene that dived to be seen was himself frantically running down the stairs as the yelling became more horrific. Mike had burst into the kitchen of a previous house he had shared to find his two house mates covered in blood. The two had been dating for a while and had ended up arguing about something, Mike wasn't sure what, but rather than getting into the tiff, Mike had retreated upstairs to his room in hopes to drown them out.

Their arguments were never about anything special or anything deep, they tended to be petty and were resolved in a heated love making session that Mike spent trying to drown out and forget was happening in the next room. He only hoped that this time they would make it to their room and not do it in the kitchen.

As Mike appeared in the door way, Stan was laid on the floor shielding his face with his arms as Evelyn stood above him, swinging her right arm at him. It hit Mike almost instantly that she was stabbing him with something and without a second thought, he ran at her.

Mike did fortunately knock her clean off of her feet, her head rebounding off of one of the kitchen sides before they both collided with the floor, him on top of her. Hoping she was out cold, Mike scrambled over to Stan, who seemed to be struggling to breathe.

Mike really didn't have any idea what to do, he'd never been trained in first aid, but what he did know, he had to clear Stan's airway. Pulling the man on to his side, Stand spat out a copious amount of blood, Mike knew this wasn't going to be enough but hopefully enough to keep him alive until the paramedics got there.

"Not long man, c'mon stay with me. You've gotta stay awake." Mike tried his best to reassure his friend.

As Mike stood up he heard movement behind him. He should have known better than just to leave Evelyn on the floor, he'd seen enough horror films, but he couldn't bring himself to kill her. He'd live with her and Stan for just short of six months and they'd all been friends for years. She was like his sister.

Mike turned, ready to knock her out again until he saw she still had the knife in her hand.

"Why didn't I take that out of her hand?! Why didn't I move it?!" Mike thought to himself.

Mike readied himself for the worst but as Evelyn ran towards him knife raised, he grabbed her around the waist and she swung her arm once more; but not at Mike. She had never intended to go for Mike at all. She plunged the blade deep into Stan's chest before being wrenched away and thrown across the room by Mike. She collided against the door frame, sliding to the floor a small giggle emitting from her.

After that, everything was a blur. All Mike could remember were paramedics arriving at the house that it had turned out the neighbours had called along with the cops after the screaming had started. Mike may have escaped the ordeal close enough to physically unscathed but mentally he knew he was never going to forget this.

He never did find out what possessed Evelyn to do what she did. Stan later died in hospital from the injuries he'd received from the stabbing, Mike was admitted to therapy for years until he was deemed fit enough to be okay. Evelyn on the other hand was placed in a high security hospital after doctors said she was unstable in her mind. It was something to do with her frontal lobe being torn as a child at a pizzeria but she had luckily survived. He knew that, she had told him when they were younger but they had been sure that she was going to be okay. She was still in the hospital today. They said she'd never be fit to be outside.

"Frontal lobe being torn as a child at a pizzeria?" Mike thought as the memory simmered away, "Where do I know that from?"

It took him a moment until he realised, he'd read it on the wall in his office. The child was bitten here. Evelyn had been the child bitten at the pizzeria! Mike had suppressed all memories about her but it seemed the events at hand were bringing them back.

If Evelyn had been bitten there and the animatronics hadn't changed ... that meant one of them had bitten his friend which caused her to murder their friend and her boyfriend. Mike suddenly felt sick again.

It seemed that the animatronics hadn't realised he'd gone blank in memory or that he felt ill again. He was glad for that. As they turned onto a corridor leading past bathrooms, Mike knew where he was. The office wasn't far from him! He could get there, he was sure.

Chica looked back at Mike, seeing his pale face, "He doesn't look too good Freddy." She said gently.

"We'll sort him out once we're in the kitchen. You can get him fed and anything we need we can find. We know our home inside out." Freddy replied.

"I'm sure you do" Mike thought, "But I'm sure I know it rather well too."

Mike wasn't sure where this confidence was brewing from, perhaps this was revenge for what the animatronics caused him. He couldn't keep himself to stay a moment longer and as luck would have had it, Chica let go of Mikes hand to open a door.

Everything happened rather fast as Mike's adrenaline kicked in. He twisted himself around quick enough to startle Foxy, sliding past him and ducking under Freddy's arms as he tried to grab him. He knew they would chase him and he was sure there wasn't enough power for them to all bang against the door.

Racing back down the corridors he could remember, thinking of nothing else but the office Mike ran faster than he'd ever known but the sound of metal was following him close behind but it wasn't quick enough to be Foxy; not yet.

Upon reaching the office, Mike slammed the door shut he came through and grabbed the tablet from the floor before crawling under the desk, huddling himself together. There wasn't enough power to close both doors and have them bang against it but Bonnie wasn't that close and he was busy.

Glancing at the time, it was 5AM! Squinting, Mike couldn't see the clock that sat at the back of the office properly, but he was hoping it was almost 6AM.

It didn't take long until there was a bang at the closed door. Mikes breathe hitched harshly. He knew the animatronics knew he was in there.

"Mike, we're not going to do anything! You need to eat or at least drink something before you pass out!" he could hear Chica's voice as another bang came against the door.

Power was beginning to drain fast. The banging sounded like Foxy, Mike thought, as another one followed taking more power. He must have been doing this for Chica or something if they weren't going to hurt him.

"Where's Freddy?" Mike thought.

There wasn't a sound from the bear and he was sure Foxy was the one banging on the door. Suddenly, Mike hear movement at the other door as Chica called his name again and Foxy pounded against the door for the final time, draining the last of his power causing all the lights to go out but strangely the closed door not to lift.

"Was that really worth it?" Mike heard a voice ask from the darkness.

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NOW FOR THE REST OF MY DRIVEL

I'm working on my own ideas here...I'm making a lot of this up as I go along. I don't actually know the name of the child who got bitten but I've given her a slight back story and things like that. I have some headcannons to work with too which is always fun and some of those are yet to come into play. I know that a lot of the camera sections I wrote about aren't right and I'm sorry for that! I wish they were but I couldn't bring it up in my head since I can't get to the game right now.

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Sorry is any of you have weak stomachs and strong imaginations but at you can see, I have now changed the rating of the story for the stabbing so I don't get into trouble! Again, it's not the best chapter in the world but I tried! I had ideas and I've just worked with them against my mood and things.

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