NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

WARNINGS
Frequent cursing
Violence without blood or wounds
Mentions of death
Mentions of murder

DISCLAIMER
This is based upon the video game franchise Five Nights At Freddy's, all rights for the characters and the world they interact inside belong solely to Scott Cawthon. We own nothing but the writing.
Please give credit to those who deserve it. Thank you.


"Now listen here, dickhead. If you think your ass can go and-!"

Mike gasps as a knife is thrown directly at him, the blade feeling as real as ever as it imbeds into his stomach. Of course the object disappeared almost immediately after, the pain as well with only his HP lowering, but he didn't care.

All he cared about was this imposter was claiming he was some form of Vincent. The former murderer would never hurt them, nor would he ever use knives. Not after he promised Jeremy and Scott, lived with Eggs, found out how much he hurt Mike...

"You ASSHOLE!"

"Mike, stop making it angry," David growls, groaning when a knife is thrown at his shoulder instead. "MOTHERFUCKER!"

"You're really not Vince?" Scott begins, breathing speeding up as Seth quickly works to defeat their newest enemy.

Problem was, everything they did, 'Bankruptcy' to lower his defense, 'Fucked Shit Up' to bring his HP down, 'Paperwork' to help with that, and 'Questions' paralyze him...nothing seemed to work.

'Vincent' simply smiles before throwing yet another dozen knives at the four.

"Y-You poor...foolssssss. Always s-s-s-s-s-so...trusting."

Another laugh before a hiss of pain as 'Vincent's' gaze snaps up to see Eggs standing in James' place, hand held out with a glare as if he just threw something.

"Who's the dumbass now for trusting us not being able to kick your ass?"

"…Stiiiiiiill...you/I."

The blonde guard suddenly screams, falling to the ground in agony as he feel metal bits driving into his skin.

He could practically feel the blood pouring through the holes in his skin, the cold biting into him an spreading. It only made him pant from fear and pain, even though it all began to fade away. Because he couldn't take the pain, couldn't take the images flooding his mind.

Not when he just got springlocked.

"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!"

"You knew!" David yells, glaring daggers at the abomination in front of them shrugging before stabbing Mike in the stomach once more, Seth immediately transferring Eggs away as James takes the knife for the blonde guard to the shoulder instead.

"That...l-little blondyyyyyyy...is sc-scared...of ssssssssspringlocks?"

A sinister grin and a dozen more knives with the wave of his hand.

"Never."

"V-V-V-Vincent, p-please," Jeremy murmurs, squeaking in fear as the soulless gaze finds him. He nearly loses it when something falls out of the large gaping hole inside his friend's head, stomach twisting and mouth gagging at the ideas.

Blood, brains, nerves, bones-

"I'm nnnnnnnot...th-that sad LITTLE...NOBO-O-ODY!"

Mike screams as he's springlocked as well, though forcing himself to stay standing and waving away Seth as the boy moves to switch him out.

"Then who are you? Why are you here? Why would you do this, Golden?" James breathes, groaning as he's spinglocked. He doesn't even flinch at the pain, mind reeling as David looks like he'd rather punch the dead man instead of allowing his different attacks.

Why would Golden allow this to happen? The bear actually enjoyed Fritz's company, so if anyone would be chosen to have this mini-boss would be David. Maybe even James, just to make getting the night guard actually challenging.

But this? Traumatize the poor redhead when he already has nightmares? Make Scott, Jeremy, and Eggs almost believe this imposter was their friend?

"Why?"

"W-Why in...deeeeeed."

'Vincent' smiles, throwing yet another knife at David before sighing.

"You d-d-d-don't...realize. D-Do you?"

"Realize what, jackass?" Mike breathes, coughing as his HP begins to dwindle.

But that's when their opponent finally stops, simply taking each sliver of damage Seth and Tyler were still dishing out, trying their hardest to stop anyone else from getting hurt.

It didn't help Eggs was still holding himself, fearful of the pain to come back even though he wasn't fighting.

"I'm heeeeeeeere...b-because he issssss. I am n-n-noooooot...him. But I-I...am him."

David growls as Seth continues to try and defeat the little bastard, glancing over at Fritz as the redhead shakes his head in fear, inching away from the man as pieces of him continue to fall.

"What the fucking hell does that mean?" Mike demands.

"Mike, don't be an idiot," Tyler warns, shaking his head as they continue to fight, 'Vincent' only grinning wickedly before waving at the air next to him.

"I-It meansssss...I'm the o-o-o-other...half."

"You mean-"

"Yessssssss...Scotty. He st-st-still... wants...to kiiiiiiiill."

Those eyes then lock onto Mike as his third move is finally used, Seth forced to freeze as someone else seems to appear.

"But...he'sssss n-not the...only onnnnnnnne."

Jeremy's gasps for air as his knees buckle, eyes locked on the figure sauntering out of the shadows. Fritz scrambles away, whimpering in fear when the gaze scans over him for a few moments. Nothing happens, though, the figure opting to stand beside 'Vincent' and help him fight.

Because, what was a brother worth if he couldn't help his own family?

"Finally we get to have some fun around here!"

Mike can only stare at the man standing beside the imposter, unable to help his breathing speeding up at seeing who exactly was standing before him.

It can't be true. It can't be. Golden...

David immediately glares at the lead guard, accusing in his gaze as the bald man begins to hyperventilate. "Why the fuck does this asshole look just like you? As in exactly and down to the stupid ass grin?"

"Language, Mr. Harrison," the new comer tsk's, smiling as Eggs, James, and Scott looks between him and Mike.

Because as much as they wanted to think the business man was only trying to start something, there was no way they could tell the difference between the two. The same height, same build. Even the scar on the man's neck was the exact same in place, length, and width. The only way to tell the difference was the black hair sitting on the other man's head.

Black hair that Mike was supposed to have.

"Mike," Eggs begins, wincing as his chest tightens in pain before continuing. "Why the hell is David correct about that?"

"And Jeremy knows about it," James gently adds.

"No, he's not supposed to- You're not supposed to exist!"

The other man only shrugs before leaping up and snatching one of 'Vincent's' knives out of the air, twirling it expertly.

"Funny, considering I don't think you should exist," he comments, a bit absentmindedly.

"Mike."

Said man trembles as the new comer seems to brighten at the sight of Jeremy, nearly moving to grab and hug him before looking right at his counterpart with a knowing smirk.

"He's...he's me."

"That's right, Mike! I'm you!"

The rest are then addressed as 'Vincent' simply waits patiently for his 'sibling' to finish, the man grinning wickedly as he practically bounces with joy.

"Dad never gave me away. I was actually wanted. Actually loved. And Vincent never had to worry about anyone else," he begins, growling at the pitiful looks being aimed toward Mike. To the little traitor.

"To put it simply, I'm the real Afton out of the two of us. The one that should exist."

"You mean-"

"That's right, Mr. Cawthon," the man grins, flipping his knife before ruffling his air in anticipation.

"I look so much like Mike over there because I am him. Hunter Afton never left no matter what you like to think.

"No. I've been here the whole time. And this time, I'm staying."