I meant to send this out sooner because it has just been sitting in my laptop untouched for a few days but I kept getting distracted. Oh well, I'm uploading it now. And as long as I don't get distracted again, chapter 5 should be put up soon because it is basically finished, I just have a few more paragraphs to fix up.

Either way, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. A lot is about to go down here! Enjoy!


Freddy let out a sigh that pierced through the silence of the diner. The building was empty of humans, Mr. Fazbear having kept all his employees out for a while until everything started to calm down. The owner had spent his time trying to find a solution to clearing the bad air that was now surrounding his diner in the comfort of his home rather than in the restaurant.

That left the three animatronics alone. Fredbear and Spring stayed at the stage, the bear solemnly looked down at his microphone with one paw instinctively gripping at the base of the device. He stood silently despite his mind racing. Spring was by his side, slouched down, legs dangling over the edge of the stage. His arms were spread out behind him to keep his upper body supported.

Freddy himself was sitting at a booth table, arm propped up to hold his head as he looked behind him through a window. He watched the humans walk by outside, smiles on their faces and blissfully unaware of the heavy feeling that was building and growing within the diner.

It has only been a week since the young boy was found outside the restaurant Freddy hasn't spoken up about it since. In fact, Freddy hasn't spoken at all since then. Whenever Fredbear or Spring would try to get their younger brother to talk, the brown bear would just silently walk away to the other side of the room to keep away from them.

Fredbear tried his best to keep spirits up, but with Freddy constantly pushing the others away and Spring also showing signs of being affected by what happened, the golden bear has realized his attempts were becoming futile. Fredbear looked over at Freddy before down at Spring. "Psst, hey," he whispered, keeping his voice as low as possible while still loud enough for the rabbit to hear.

"What?" Spring did not try to keep his voice low. He didn't seem to care if he disturbed the silence of the building.

Fredbear groaned at his brother with a shake of his head. After a moment to collect his thoughts, he spoke again. "We need to try again. To get Freddy to speak, I mean."

"That's not gonna happen. I swear if I didn't know any better, I'd say his voicebox was stolen."

Fredbear flinched when he noticed Freddy get up from his position and made his way a bit farther from the two. He had heard them. "And that's why I wanted to be quiet…"

"Goldie Locks look."

"Stop calling me that…"

Spring waved his hand at the bear's words but continued anyways. "Look, I know you mean well, but I just don't think there is much we can really do. We've tried. We've failed. Freddy's doesn't want to talk, and I think we should just accept that."

"So, you just want to give up?"

"Whoa, I never said I was giving up!" Spring shot back as his temper instantly flared up. He gave a harsh glare at the bear. "I tried! It ain't my fault Freddy is giving us the silent treatment."

Fredbear spared a glance at Freddy and took notice how the brown bear flinched at hearing what Spring yelled. Fredbear wanted to stop Spring, but suddenly an idea popped up in his mind. He cast an apologizing look at Freddy before gathering his nerve and turning to Spring, an equally irritated expression forming that matched the rabbit's face. "No, you are giving up on him. We can't just stop trying to get Freddy to open up to us. This entire situation is one we must work through together and you saying we should just let him be is giving up! And I can't believe you of all people would suggest such a thing!"

Spring stood up, instantly getting into Fredbear's face, and ears pinning back in his anger. "You listen to me, Fredbear, I am not one to give up! I just don't want to push where I shouldn't! Unlike you, I know how to give people their damn space! And if Freddy wants to go the quiet route and ignore us, fine! He's not a kid, Fredbear! He doesn't need us to hover over him like parents. So, stop acting like you know best and just let things go out in their natural direction! Because the more you push the more it will be hard for Freddy!"

Fredbear kept his plan in mind, but that didn't stop the puff of anger to rise at Spring's words. "I don't know what you are talking about! I do not act like that!"

"Oh, you so do!" Spring fought. "Even before Freddy came into the picture, you always acted like you know best and if someone doesn't do what you say then you freak out and get upset!"

"No, I don't! I think you are forgetting that the person I mostly have to deal with is you! And you are no walk in the park Spring! You and your damn attitude of yours!"

"My attitude?!" Spring asked with a laugh. "Oooooh, Goldie Locks you really don't know how to stop do you? But if you really want to go there, then fine, you self-righteous prick!"

"Stop it!"

The two-fighting animatronics went quiet, turning to see Freddy standing before them, his blue eyes staring down at the two intensely.

Freddy had tears in his eyes as he clenched his fists together. He took a moment to compose himself before wiping the oil tears away. "Will you two just stop fighting!"

Fredbear felt a stab of guilt hit him. He knew this would force Freddy to finally speak but seeing the results of his purposeful fight with Spring, Fredbear started to see he may have made the wrong choice. Maybe Spring had a point…he thought reluctantly.

Spring also looked guilty, not for the same reason, but he still flinched back at the hurt expression he saw on his younger brother's face. "Ah jeez, Freddy look I'm sorry, kid."

Freddy sucked in some air so he could let out a deep sigh. "No, I'm sorry too. I just…I just don't know how to process this. A kid…a kid died right outside our building. He was right there!" Freddy gestured to the window he was next to, the same window where everyone saw the body. "How could I have not seen him? How could I have let that happen to a child!? Aren't I supposed to protect kids and make them feel safe?"

Fredbear approached his brother instantly. "Hey, this was not your fault, Freddy. You should not blame yourself."

Spring came up next, placing a comforting paw on the brown bear. "Yeah, Goldie Locks is right. You gotta remember kid, the-the thing happened outside. Even if we were closer to the window to look out, there was no guarantee of how this would have all gone down."

"Spring has a good point, Freddy." Fredbear offered a reassuring smile, but it didn't bring one to the brown bear. He let out a breath. "Look, something awful happened. I know you would do anything to prevent it, but sometimes we just can't stop the bad things that happen in this world. But putting all the blame on yourself, especially on something that was not your fault even in the slightest, you have to realize you are just punishing yourself for something you don't deserve. I wish that little boy was okay now and I wish he could go on with the life he deserved, but unfortunately that isn't the case." Fredbear gave Freddy's shoulder a squeeze, making sure the brown bear was looking at him. "But Freddy, please, please understand that you never messed up. You just couldn't have known. No one could have. Not even the humans. I'm not saying you can't be upset by what happened, but don't beat yourself up on something you have no control over."

"Yeah, and don't shut us out, either," Spring added in.

"Oh, now you say he shouldn't keep quiet…" Fredbear commented, giving Spring a look.

"Hey, he can stay quiet all he wants. There is a difference between being quiet and pushing us away."

Freddy couldn't help the gentle laugh that came hearing them. "I won't, you two. I'm sorry."

Fredbear chose to ignore Spring and look back at his youngest brother. "We are a family now. You, Spring and I. Who knows what kind of terrible things that will come our way, but the great thing about that is that you will never have to go through that alone. Try and remember that, little brother." He backed up, placing a paw on Spring. "We will always be here for you when you are upset about something. When you are upset or stress, come to us. Okay?"

"Yeah, I'll try." Freddy gave them a smile.

The talk didn't erase the terrible thing that happened. Freddy knew that. But he couldn't help but feel much better at realizing just how much Fredbear and Spring cared. He couldn't stop himself from hugging the two tightly. Fredbear instantly hugged him back. Spring tensed up for a second before hesitantly hugging back awkwardly. "I love you guys."

"Love you too, little brother."

"Ugh…" Spring groaned. "Yeah, yeah, same. Can we stop this mushy family crap now? It's making me want to barf and I'm pretty sure that is physically impossible for me."

Fredbear and Freddy laughed, letting go of the rabbit. "Okay!" the oldest said. "Why don't we rest up for the night. Mr. Fazbear said he would be back by tomorrow with a plan to move forward. We should be ready!"

"Yeah," Freddy agreed, following his brother to their designated spots on stage, not taking notice of a small shadowy figure that flickered behind him.


Freddy smiled as he remembered the memory.

"Soooooo…" Bonnie spoke up when a small silence broke out. "What I'm getting is, you've been emotionally constipated from the get-go?"

"B-bonnie!" Freddy snapped, shooting the laughing bunny a glare.

"I mean, it couldn't have been easy," Mike defended the bear. "You saw a dead child. I don't think I would be okay after witnessing that."

Freddy let out a relaxing breath hearing that. "Thank you, Mike." He went silent for a second, bearing his thoughts. "It really wasn't easy. But Fredbear and Spring, those two always made it easier on me. Even when I was starting to become the main face for the company, those two always knew the right thing to say to calm me down. I kind of miss that, you know? I miss them."

Mike cast the bear a sympathetic look. "I do know, man. They were your big brothers. I can only imagine how hard it is for you now that they aren't here anymore."

Freddy nodded his head, his gaze sneaking over to get a glimpse of Bonnie. As he feared, the rabbit didn't look so good, ears drooping down and he was backing away slowly. Not so much so to catch the others attention, but Freddy could still tell. And he called me, 'emotionally constipated'? he thought, watching his brother for a moment.

"Anyways," Freddy began again. "It's kind of funny. Right when I was starting to get over what happened to that little boy, something related to that happened that very night when the three of us began to rest."

"Really? Did it involve the killer?"

Freddy shook his head. "No. To be honest Mike, I don't know much about the killer. If you want answers on that you may need to seek out other options."

"I see…" Mike said, thinking over the suggestion.

"No," Freddy spoke to get back on topic. "Something…unbelievable happened that night."


The shadowy figure went back and forth from flickering around and being visible to vanishing from sight without any trace left over. It was as if it couldn't control its action. The disappearing and reappearing act continued for a long time, never fully getting caught by the humans that would walk around the building or the always present animatronic animals.

It wasn't until it witnessed the exchange between the three robots that finally, finally the little shadow was able to get a tiny grasp over its form.

The lights of the restaurant were off, leaving the room in a darkness that was only pierced by the moonlight that shined through the windows. It crawled against the wood floor, slithering closer to the stage where it could make out the three robots, heads hung low and eyes shut peacefully.

The shadow seemed to shake and twitch before taking the shape of a body. It wasn't a short process. In fact, the shadow seemed to struggle greatly to take this form, but after a few moments, it managed. The inky blackness dripped away, leaving the form in its place.

A child stood in the spot of the shadow now. A small boy with chocolate brown hair and a green and yellow striped shirt. His eyes were large, glowing like a lightbulb in each socket. He blinked his eyes for a moment before looking down at his hands. "I'm…I'm…where am I?" He looked up, seeing the resting animatronics. "H-hey! Hey!"

The three jumped in fright, not expecting to hear a voice. Freddy was the first to open his eyes and see the boy. He gasped, backing up. Normally he wouldn't have done so for a child, but one look at this boy and his bright glowing eyes, Freddy knew he wasn't witnessing something normal. Fredbear and Spring also felt the same, Fredbear moving to hold his arms up in a protective stance in front of his brothers.

"Fre-fredbear, wait," Freddy spoke softly, trying to push his brother's arm down. He looked closer at the boy. There was something familiar about the child and Freddy wasn't sure why. He took a step despite Fredbear trying to push him away. "Little boy?" he spoke softly. "Wh-who are you? How…how did you get in here?"

"Oh my god, Freddy, why are you talking to the freaky kid with freaking glowing eyes?!" Spring demanded.

"He's still a kid," the brown bear explained. "And…doesn't he look familiar to you guys too?"

Fredbear and Spring didn't answer, but they did take a closer look at the child, trying to see what Freddy saw.

The child frowned, lifting up his hands closer to his face. He gasped when he saw a shine from his eyes shining down onto his hands. He looked around for anything that could work as a mirror and in the end, his eyes landed on the glass door nearby. It was the first time he took in his appearance. "What? What happened to my eyes?"

When the boy stepped closer to the door, he began to shift his body around until to get a better angle at his appearance. When the child moved his head to the side, that's when Freddy saw it, a long ugly scar spread across his neck. That's when it clicked for Freddy. The same scar, the same hair, the same clothes…it was the same boy that everyone discovered outside the restaurant. The bear's body went tensed when he realized that. "It can't be," he whispered softly.

"What?" Fredbear asked.

"It's…it's the boy. The boy from that day. The one that was…" Freddy had trouble saying the next word. He managed to squeeze it out right when the child turned back to face the three. "killed."

The child's eyes went wide at hearing that, staring intensely at the bear.

"What?" Spring asked confused. "Freddy that's not possible."

"No, Spring, it is!" Freddy tried again. He pushed past his brothers and closer to the child. "Little boy? How…how…oh my goodness, I don't even know what to say."

"You're Freddy," the child spoke, "right?"

Freddy nodded, giving an incredulous smile at him. "Yes, yes I am."

"Yeah…I remember…" the boy lowered his head. "I…I remember that day." The animatronics went quiet as they listened carefully to the boy. There was a pause as the kid tried his best to get his memory back in shape. "I…I was running. There was a guy in purple. I-I can't remember what he looked like." His eyes started to shimmer and what looked like tears, glowing the same white color of the child's eyes, streamed down his face. "I was scared. I went to find help." He looked up at the animatronics, pointing a finger at Freddy. "I saw you! I saw you inside the building! I yelled."

Freddy felt like his insides were locking up hearing the story. "Little boy, I-."

"You didn't hear me. No one did. And then…and then that purple guy. He found me again. And then," the tears started to flow more, faster, "and then he…" The child felt his knees collapse below him. He fell, Freddy tried to catch him, but he just faded right through the paws. He looked up at the animatronics. "I'm not alive, am I?"

The three were at a loss of words, looking at the boy as he waited for an answer.

"Why? Why did this happen to me?" He looked away, but the tears didn't stop. "I've been trying to leave. I just want to go home. I want to be with my mommy and big brother again. I miss them. Why can't I just go home? Why can't I leave? Why…" He returned his gaze to the animatronics. "Why didn't you help me? Why didn't you all hear me and stop the purple guy? Why!?"

Fredbear stepped over to kneel in front of the child. "Little boy, we are so sorry for what happened to you, but we couldn't…we couldn't have known. If we've known we would have done anything to help you but-."

"But you didn't!" the child screamed. Below his feet shadowy wisps rose from the ground, starting to whip around him. He didn't pay it any mind, but the animatronics did back up in fear.

"The hell is going on?!" Spring questioned, reaching for his brothers. "How the hell is this even happening!?"

Fredbear stood, pulling Freddy with him. Just as the three animatronics backed away a good distance from the child, they noticed his eyes began to glow a dark red.

"Don't do that! Don't back away from me!" the child screamed. "Why are you backing away from me!" The shadowy wisps began to grow, twisting around the child threateningly.

Freddy raised a paw to try and calm the child. "Little boy, listen we-."

"Nick! My name is Nick! Stop calling me a little boy!"

"O-okay, Nick…" Freddy tried again. "Nick, we just want to help you now. Just calm down."

"You can't! Nick screamed. "You can't just help me now! It's too late!"

"Please, please," Fredbear spoke up. "We can figure this out."

Nick seemed to calm down just a little, the wisps around him lowering just a few inches.

Fredbear took that has an okay to continue. "Nick, we are so, so sorry for what happened to you. We really are. I wish I could turn back time and save you. But let us help you now."

The apparition thought over what the golden bear said. He went quiet, but after a moment he let his glare return to its intensity, and the shadowy wisps went back to full force. "I don't need your help! I'm dead! There isn't anything you can do for me anymore! I'm stuck here now! Because no one would help me! Because of that…that…" Realization dawned on the ghost's face. He let out a breath as if it all made sense to him. "I…that's it. That's it!"

"Wh-what are you talking about, ki-I-I mean Nick?" Spring asked.

Nick's glare returned and he looked down at the rabbit. "I want to find him."

Fredbear tilted his head confused. "Him?"

A deep scowl formed on the ghost's face, eyes burning a brighter red. The shadow wisps shot out like a whip, slamming into the golden bear. Fredbear let out a cry of pain as he slammed into the floor.

"Fredbear!" Spring and Freddy shouted, running to help him up.

"Idiot!" Nick hissed. "The purple guy of course! This is all his fault!"

Spring raised a paw up at the boy, his own glare forming up. "Hey! I know this entire thing sucks but Fredbear just wanted to help!"

"You idiots couldn't help me then! Why should I trust you can help me now!?" Nick's feet began to leave the ground. He floated up until he was eyelevel with the animatronics. "So, unless you three can bring me that purple guy, stay out of my way!" His form started to fade away. "I'm gonna do things my way!"

"What do you mean?" Freddy asked.

"I won't rest until I find that murderer! I'm gonna do whatever it takes until he's in front of me." Nick's figure was almost gone completely, a twisted, insane smirk forming on his small face. "And when I do find him…I'll make sure he pays for everything he's done to me."

The ghost vanished from sight, leaving the three animatronics alone, confused and scared. They looked at each other, Fredbear wrapping the two in a protective grip. There were no words that they could say. They just remained silent, letting their minds race until the morning light returned.


Freddy let his story fade into silence, keeping his gaze on the ground.

"A ghost," Mike ended up speaking up after a moment. "You actually saw the ghost of that little boy?"

"I know it's hard to believe. But, believe me, Mike. Nick's ghost is very real." Freddy looked directly in the guard's eyes. "And he meant it when he said he would go to any length to find the purple man who killed him."

Mike's face twisted into confusion as he listened. Then it dawned on him. "You guys attacking the night guards…That's Nick, isn't it?"

The older bear looked at the guard. He nodded before lowering his head, placing a paw over his eyes. "Yes, Mike, it is, but it isn't that simple."

"What do you mean?"

Freddy removed his paw and returned to locking his eyes onto Mike. He needed to know Mike could see how serious he was. "You see Mike, it isn't just Nick."

"What?" Mike didn't understand. "If it isn't just Nick, then who else is behind this?"

Freddy went to speak, but suddenly the lights began to flicker. Everyone turned curious looks up to see each light fixture flashing on and off rapidly.

"What the hell is going on with the lights?" Bonnie asked, tilting his head.

The sound of a door opening followed, and they all turned to see Mr. Fazbear storm out. "What's going on out here!?"

The animatronics looked at their owner. "Mr. Fazbear. We don't-."

The lights started flipping on and off faster until finally, the bulbs couldn't seem to take it any longer and went out completely. All looked to try and find the cause when suddenly they heard it, dark, eerie whispers echoing out around them.

Mike and Mr. Fazbear both began walking around. The Toys stood next, trying to find the cause.

"It's time. It's time!" the echoing voice spoke around everyone. "We gotta start now! Come on! Wake up! Wake up! Get him. Get him! GET HIM!"

Everyone placed a hand to their ears at the last line, the voice rising, growing louder and louder until it was unbearable to listen to.

"What the hell is that!?" Mr. Fazbear yelled, looking very perturbed.

There was another yell and they all looked to see Bonnie and Chica clutching their heads, crouching down in pain.

"Bonnie? Chica?" Mike asked worriedly, walking up to the two. "What's wrong? Are you guys okay?"

Freddy came up to them next, placing a hand on both of their shoulders. "Guys, what's going on?"

"F-freddy…Mike…" Chica stuttered out. "It's them. They are trying to…they…" She suddenly collapsed down, her arm the only thing keeping her from falling completely. Bonnie followed suit next. Both of their heads were slumped down.

"Guys?" Mike asked, leaning in closer.

Suddenly and without warning, both Bonnie and Chica shot up, lunging straight at Mike. The guard let out a scream, eyes widening in fear as they locked onto the dark black eyes of the two animatronics.

"Mikey!" Freddy and Foxy screamed together, reaching out. Freddy grasped Bonnie by the arms while Foxy did the same to Chica. The bear and fox held the out of control animatronics back with a bit of a struggle. "Mike! Get to the office now! You'll be safe there!"

"I-I…"

"NOW!" Freddy demanded.

Mike stood up. He was about to make a run for it when a clammy hand grasped onto his arm. He looked over and saw the terrified Mr. Fazbear. The old man didn't know what to do, just cling onto his night guard in fear.

"M-Mr. Fazbear, come with me!"

Right when Mike started to pull the old man with him, a dark shadow shot up from the ground between the two.

"We don't want him," the same voice from before hissed. The shadow wrapped around Mr. Fazbear's arm and began to tug him to the front door. The old man screamed, terrified, as he was dragged away. The shadow released his arm only to move behind him and give a rough shove. The man tumbled out the glass doors, falling hard on the cement outside. In a state of fear, Mr. Fazbear stumbled to his feet before scrambling away screaming.

Mike watched this entire thing stunned. He just couldn't believe what he witnessed.

"Mike!" Freddy yelled. "You need to go to your office! They won't let you leave. I know they won't."

"Who!?" the guard asked. "Who is 'they'?"

"The other ghosts," Freddy explained. "Nick isn't the only one."

"What?" Mike couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Freddy looked up at the clock as he held back the struggling Bonnie. It was only 11:30. "Damn it, you guys. You've never started this early." He looked over at Fred, gesturing with his head as he spoke. "Fred, take Mike to his office. Keep him safe until it gets closer to 12. Foxy and I will keep Bonnie and Chica away as long as we can."

"But what about us?" Fred questioned.

"When it gets close to 12 head to the basement. Mr. Fazbear's office is still unlocked, so you should be able to find the key to the basement and lock the door. I just need you all to protect Mike for at least 20 minutes. We can't risk any of the power for the cameras being wasted until it's at least close to 12."

The Toys nodded their heads, understanding. "Come along, Mike." Fred grabbed him by the arm and lead him to the office.

Freddy and Foxy watched the concerned Mike leave, still holding on tightly to Bonnie and Chica.

"Cap'n?" Foxy spoke when it was just the four. "I don't think the ghosts like us talking about them."

Freddy looked down at the out of control Bonnie. He let out a frustrated breath, shaking his head. "No. I don't think they do." He looked towards the fox. "How are you feeling, Foxy? You still in control?"

"I be fine, Cap'n." The fox looked at his sister. "What about them? They clearly not be in control."

"We just hold them back until we can't anymore. The third night is always when it gets harder to keep in control. We just have to hope Mike has figured out everything by now to get by on his own after the Toys return to the basement."

"I believe in Mike. I know he will be okay."

While Freddy and Foxy held back Chica and Bonnie, Mike finally approached the office door, swooping inside and plopping on the chair. He watched as Fred and Bon-Bon stayed to his right while Mangle and Chicky went to his left.

"Oh wow, this office has doors. Back in the old place, the nightguards didn't even have that," Bon-Bon commented, looking around. He made a face when he noticed all the trash around the dusty office.

"Now's not the time to speak about the design, Bon-Bon," Fred said. "We have to keep an eye out for the others just in case. Mike, I suggest you don't worry about looking through the cameras until after we leave."

"Got it," Mike said with a nod. Knowing he would be safe for a few minutes as long as he had the Toys with him, the guard took the time to relax in his seat. "Okay, so I'm guessing we pissed off that ghost kid, Nick by talking about him. Didn't we?"

"Most likely," Fred agreed.

The guard waited for a moment before speaking. "Hey, did you guys know about Nick?"

They all seemed to hesitate for a second before Fred let out a sigh. "Yes. We do know. I believe all of us animatronics know about him. We just didn't know the…I guess you could call it the origins of Nick."

"Fred's right," Bon-Bon said. "Our introduction to Nick was a few years later when he…well started his big plan to find the purple guy. We are just as in the dark as say Foxy or Chica about everything that happened from Nick's death to our creation. And even then, we just discovered there was a huge gap from when we were deactivated to today. So, who knows what else we are missing from the story?"

"But you guys do know about him, right?" Mike questioned the Toys. "There's gotta be something more you can tell me about him. And what did Freddy mean before? There are more ghosts? You guys have to know about them?"

Chicky shook her head. "We know a very small amount. The others would have more information."

Mike groaned, throwing his hands to his head. "You gotta be kidding me. So, I have to wait until morning to get all these new details sorted out. That's not even fair!"

"We're sorry Mike." Chicky laid a hand on the guard's shoulder. "I wish I could tell you more. But a lot of the bad things that happened all took place before we were made."

"In fact," Fred began. "We had a hunch that the terrible things that did happen inadvertently made Mr. Fazbear order his engineer to make us."

"By the time we were finished being made, Freddy and the others were in really bad shape," Bon-Bon stepped in. "The original four were glitching badly. They could barely stay active and the most they were moving around was at night, and…well you know how they get at night now. Besides, even if they acted normal, we also don't act ourselves at night, so it would be impossible for any of us four to talk to them."

"The point Bon-Bon is making," Fred decided to finish. "We just never had the proper time to speak to Freddy and the others about all that took place before our creation. It was a rarity to talk to them and when we did, it was mostly to get to know each other. The only bits of the story that Freddy is telling you that we do know is from context clues and just general guessing."

"I understand," Mike said. "Man…I just wish I could understand just how many shitty things happened in this business. And more importantly-." Mike stopped talking to slouch over his knees, resting his head in his hands. "How am I supposed to even stop all this. I don't know the first thing about taking on a ghost, let alone multiple ghosts apparently!"

The Toys were silent, exchanging glances as they tried to think of ways to comfort the human. Suddenly Chicky had an idea.

She knelt over to him after making sure Mangle could handle lookout duty by themselves. She wrapped a comforting wing over his shoulders. "Hey, what are you talking about? You already are doing a good job at taking on Nick and the others."

Mike peeked at her through his fingers. "What do you mean?"

"Look, I know you don't have much of a way to compare your night guard experience with previous guards but look around you Mikey! You must be doing something to get Nick on edge. I mean, it doesn't make anything easier, if anything it makes it harder but think about it. Nick woke us up in hopes to get to you. He and the other ghosts have been much more persistent at trying to make Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy to lose it. He made Bonnie and Chica go crazy thirty minutes before the usual time! I don't know about you, but it seems like this Nick brat is getting pretty desperate to kill ya."

Mike thought over her words before giving a dark laugh. "I don't know if I should be reassured by that or not?" He laughed before sitting up straight. "But I see what you mean, Chicky. You're right. I guess I must be doing something right if Nick is trying so hard to get me. I just wanna know why he's so desperate to kill night guards."

Fred sighed. "Unfortunately, that may have to be an explanation for another time." Fred glanced at the clock, grateful it only read 11:45. "Still a bit of time to spare." He ran his paw over the keys he found on Mr. Fazbear's desk. Not too many, thankfully, but one of them had to be for the basement. All he had to worry about now is get to the basement in time, lock themselves in and wait the night out in their malfunction night modes until six.

The group went quiet, the Toys returning to keeping an eye out for any of the original four, and it seems it is a good thing they were prepared as they heard Freddy's panicked voice scream out.

"Guys! Foxy lost it! He's coming!"

Fred and Bon-Bon gasped as they heard frantic running. They looked down the hall just in time to see Foxy at the end, running at full speed toward the office. The two braced themselves and caught the fox before he could slip inside to Mike.

Mike went to reach for the door, wanting to get Fred and Bon-Bon inside to safety, but Chicky stopped him.

"No, Mike. Freddy explained to us about the power. You can't waste any of the energy for your office just yet."

"But-!"

"Fred and Bon-Bon will be okay," Chicky reassured. She turned her head as Mangle tapped her on the shoulder. The white and pink fox just tilted their head and Chicky gasped when she caught a glimpse of Chica approaching. She looked over at Mike quickly. "Remember, don't close the doors just yet." She then slipped out in the hall with Mangle and the two grabbed the older chicken, keeping her at bay.

Mike was trapped in his office, watching helplessly at Foxy who screamed and thrashed in the toy bear and rabbit's arms and then back over at Chica who was being shoved away by the remaining Toys. Chica proved to be the easier one to handle and Mangle gave a final shove to the chicken and Chica stepped away to another location of the building. The two returned with a huff.

Fred and Bon-Bon meanwhile, struggled a bit as they pushed Foxy away, both having to be wary of Foxy's sharp teeth and hook.

"Do you guys need help?" Chicky asked, stepping closer.

"N-no, we are fine!" Fred said, taking another step forward, managing to get Foxy a bit farther from the office. "Just keep an eye out on the other side."

"O-okay," Chicky reluctantly stepped away, back over to Mangle.

Bon-Bon looked up at Foxy and into his darkened eyes. "Come on, you stupid pirate! Snap out of it already!"

"You have to fight it, Foxy!" Fred tried next. "For Mike!"

Hearing the name, Foxy seemed to regain some control. His thrashing suddenly went still, and he became limp in the Toys' arms.

"Is…is he okay now?" Bon-Bon questioned.

"I think so?" Fred said, hesitantly releasing his grip, but kept in a stance just in case he needed to return to fending Foxy off.

"Foxy?" Bon-Bon asked, placing a paw to the pirate's jaw. "Hey? You okay in there? Can you hear me?"

Foxy gave a twitch and that is when his hook arm swung up, ready to swipe at the rabbit.

Fred gasped in fright, pushing his brother to the side. "Toy Bonnie, look out!"

Foxy's hook slashed into Fred's chest, tearing a deep hole within his suit. He hissed in pain, gripping the injury with one paw, but still held back Foxy with another.

Bon-Bon stared at his older brother, stunned. But didn't dwell on it too much as he instantly went to help, shoving Foxy away. The two managed to finally get the pirate to the end of the hall and give a rough push, knocking Foxy on the ground.

The fox let out a cry of pain before his eyes returned to normal. He shook his head before looking up at the others. "Fred? Bon-Bon?" He realized where he was and his head dropped. "Oh no…I lost it."

"It's okay, you tried your best," Fred reassured.

"But me best wasn't good enough!" Foxy snapped. He would have said more but his eyes instantly settled on the fresh tear on Fred's suit. The pirate felt his jaw drop and his ears drop. "Fred…did…did I do that to ya?"

Fred acted nonchalant as he looked down at his chest. "Hmm? Oh this? It's nothing. Just the suit. Easy repair. No damage to my endoskeleton."

"But-."

Foxy couldn't finish as Fred pulled him up and gently pushed him away. "Now, now. Not the time. This brat…that is what you called me earlier, correct?...has to return to Mike. You should return to your Pirate's Cove, alright?"

"But-!"

"No more buts, captain. Off you go! Ta ta! Farewell! And I'll see you in the morning!"

Foxy sighed, seeing he wasn't going to get his way and knew Fred was right in the end. He needed to go in the comfort of his room, hoping the familiar feel of the pirate theme will keep him calm for the night.

Fred and Bon-Bon watched him leave before Bon-Bon frowned deeply, crossing his arms over his chest. "You didn't have to do that, you know?"

"What do you mean? Foxy had to leave or-."

"Not that…save me? It would have just been a tear in my suit too. Besides, Foxy could have accidentally hurt your endoskeleton, and I doubt we have replacements for our models just lounging around in storage."

"And he could have done the same to you. Either way, one of us would have been damaged in some way." Fred turned around, walking down the hall. "We should just be grateful it was just the suit. Maybe we can find a needle and thread somewhere and sew this back up in the morning."

"Fred, I-."

"Come on," Fred interrupted. "Let's check back with Mike before we have to leave for the basement."

The rabbit watched as Fred went ahead down the hall before sighing, ears drooping down, and following after.

"Are you guys okay?" Mike instantly asked. He didn't hear much, too preoccupied with Chicky and Mangle in keeping an eye out for Chica to really listen in on their conversation.

"Fred, your chest!" Chicky pointed out in concern.

"It's nothing," Fred waved them off. "What's the time?" He looked at the clock on the desk and hissed in annoyance. "11:55. Mike, we have to go now. I trust you can handle the rest of the night on your own?"

"I can."

"You have the Freddy mask?"

Mike nodded, showing it off. "Right here."

Fred seemed pleased as he stepped away. "Good. We're off. Good luck, Mike. Hopefully, you won't need to use that mask at all tonight but be ready just in case we do break out. Now good luck and we'll see you in the morning."

"See ya." Mike watch them leave down the hall. He decided to risk it and quickly turn on the camera to check on their progress to the basement. It didn't take them long as he saw Fred guide the others down the stairs and he quickly shut the door. There was a soft click from the doorknob and with that locking noise, Mike realized his night had officially begun.

His phone suddenly began to ring, terrifying the night guard and making Mike fall out of his chair.

Correction…now his night had officially begun.

Mike groaned, thankful no one, except maybe the ghosts, saw his fall, and blindly reached for the phone as he tried to get back on his chair. He answered it, raising it to his ear as he listened to the latest recording. He frowned as the phone guy just suggested how Mike should just basically play dead and pretend to be an empty suit only to scratch that idea instantly when he noticed a flaw in the plan, and then hung up. Useless information really, and Mike hung up the phone as he went to work.

The phone guy did mention one thing that was true, and that this would be the night when things get real. Although, Mike doubted when the mysterious phone guy recorded this, did he suspect Mike's particular third night would be going on like this.

Mike just ignored his thoughts on the ex-employee that he doesn't even know the name of and focus on fending off the animatronics.

If this night really was going to be when it "gets real" then Mike couldn't make any mistakes. He decided to see where the other four were. Foxy's curtain was still closed, so Mike figured the fox was safely tucked away inside. Chica was by one of the tables. Freddy was on stage.

"Great, now just to find BonnieeEEEE-OH MY GOD!" Mike jumped back when he found Bonnie in the supply room, but the rabbit was staring directly in the camera, his face taking almost the entire screen while his dark black eyes stared ominously through the camera and at Mike.

The guard huffed, adjusting himself in his seat as he turned off the camera. "Okay…okay, was not expecting that. But we're fine. We're okay. At least I know where everyone is. Right now, just gotta keep an eye on…hmm?"

The guard trailed off when he heard a noise to his left. He turned on the light and there stood the very purple rabbit Mike was talking about.

"…Bonnie…"

The rabbit began to lift a paw, ready to reach for Mike but the guard was quick, slamming his hand on the button to the door and locking the rabbit out. He let out a sigh of relief as he waited for the bunny to leave, moving to check on the others. "Okay, you got this Mike. You got this!"

Mike cheered himself on as the rest of the night moved on.


"You so don't got this! You so don't got this!"

Mike was screaming as he went back and forth on checking the hallway to his right on Chica who just would not go away! And then back to the cameras to check on Bonnie and Foxy. He occasionally went back to Freddy, but the bear was always back on stage. Mike figured Freddy was just really good at keeping control and eventually stopped checking on the bear altogether.

He had about ten percent of power left and Mike was freaking out. He turned on the hallway light once more, groaning when he saw Chica's face stare right back at him. "Chica, go away! I can't keep doing this!"

His screams were in vain, unfortunately. He went back, yelping when he noticed Foxy had left, indicated by the wide opened curtain. He heard footsteps and slammed the door to his left close just in time to hear banging on the metal door. He hissed as he noticed his power drop a bit as Foxy hit the door before finally, the noise faded and Mike cheered as he watched Foxy return to his cove. He also became happy when Chica finally walked away and he could open both doors and turn off the hallway lights. He saw Bonnie was in the supply closet again, close, but not at the office just yet. He sighed in relief. That's when the brown bear crossed his mind and Mike decided to check on how Freddy was doing. He clicked on the camera for the stage, expecting to see the bear.

What he saw was an empty stage.

"What?" He clicked until he found Freddy in the camera of the hall to his right. He gulped in fear, risking a peek out the hall and sure enough, there was Freddy, standing not too far from his door. When the bear heard Mike shuffle, he slowly turned his head over to the door, eyes just as dark as the others, the tiny white pupils shining eerily at him. Mike backed up as Freddy started to take a step forward, the guard slamming the door shut.

"Ooookay! So, Freddy finally lost control before the power went out. Good to know…" He groaned, seeing the power drop another percent. "How am I gonna get by. I am so screwed!" He didn't want to think of the worse that could happen. He had to be positive. Though, it was hard to be positive when something that could kill him was literally just outside his door.

It was strange to Mike how he could love and care so much for his animatronic friends during the day, but at night he was so terrified of them. He wouldn't admit this to the animatronics, no sir. He would not make them feel bad for something they could not control. This wasn't them. This was this Nick kid, and possibly much more ghosts. How many, Mike didn't want to think about that. Instead, he would focus on keeping track of Freddy's location as well as the others while using as little power as he could.

It was so close to six! Mike just had to worry about ten more minutes! He could do this!

"Yeah! I got this! The power is fine! Except for Freddy, the others are all away. I'm almost done and then we can all have a good laugh about another successful night." As Mike spoke, he flipped through the cameras quickly, only keeping an eye on the animatronics location. He didn't even notice the odd change of a Freddy poster that mysteriously turned yellow. "Simple!"

He stepped away from the camera, smiling confidently. That's when something caught his vision at the corner of his eyes. He yelped in fear, turning over.

He saw the suit of the animatronic first before he could even register what he was looking at. He went back for a double take when suddenly his vision went fuzzy.

Visions flashed before his eyes. He saw letters pop up in his vision, but a swipe of the hand proved they were not in front of him in reality. It took him a moment to understand what it was saying, finally realizing how they read the words, "It's Me!" It ended with a flash of Freddy's face, only his eyes were bloodshot. Mike didn't have time to get a better look as the visions faded away.

Mike had a blasting headache. His head throbbed as he rubbed at his eyes. With head still pounding, he peeked his eyes opened and that's when he could finally see the animatronic that was there before the freaky visions.

At first, Mike thought it was Freddy, but the golden fur was unmistakable. Mike also noticed that the bowtie and top hat this bear wore was a faded color of purple. The bear suit was empty, void of any endoskeleton, and the head was slouch to the side with the mouth gaping open, unable to keep close. It sat there, unmoving, but the empty eye sockets seemed to stare intently at Mike.

There was something about this bear that was familiar to Mike, and he cautiously reached for the suit. That's when it clicked to him. "Fredb-?"

He couldn't finish as the second he touched the dirty yellow fur; vision came back. The suit remained still, but his mind was attacked by the image of the golden bear's face, a raging scream echoing within his head. Mike's entire head throbbed in pain. He clutched onto his ears, trying to dull the scream, but it did nothing. His knees began to buckle, and he collapsed onto the floor, still covering his ears and trying to soothe his aching head.

The screaming began to fade, the vision doing the same, but that wasn't the end for poor Mike. He blinked his eyes, but darkness just crept to his gaze. The pain in his head was too much, and the guard fully fell down, upper body joining the rest of his body on the ground, finally giving in to the pain and letting his mind fall unconscious.


The power went out, but Freddy was so relieved it went out right at six. He sighed in relief, looking around and realizing he was next to the office. "I got that close?"

The doors sprung open and the lights slowly flickered back on when the power began to reset as the clock struck six. He placed a paw to the side of the entrance, ready to greet Mike.

"Mikey, I'm so sorry. I tried so hard to keep…" Freddy didn't see Mike at first. "control?" he finished confused. He began to worry, but that feeling was nothing compared to when he looked down and found the passed-out night guard on the floor. "MIKEY!"

His scream must have alerted the others, as his bandmates and Foxy barged to the office.

Foxy was the first to show up and he instantly took notice of the guard. "Mikey! What happened to him!?"

"I don't know?" Freddy knelt down with the fox, scooping the young man in his arms. "Mikey? Mikey, can you hear me?"

"Is he breathing?!" Bonnie asked frantically.

Freddy leaned down, sighing in relief when he heard the gentle flow of Mike's breath. He nodded in answer before gently shaking Mike. "Mikey, please. You have to wake up. We need to know you are okay."

There was a beat of a moment before Mike's face scrunched up. He let out a groan of pain before his eyes began to flutter open. "Hmm? Fr-freddy?"

"Oh, thank goodness!" the bear sighed in joy, hugging the guard tightly to his chest.

"Mikey, what happened?" Chica asked, leaning over her bear brother. "Are you okay?"

The guard looked around, noticing his friends surrounding him, all staring down at him in concern. "Guys? What's going on? Why are you asking if I'm okay? Of course, I am."

"Mikey, we found you passed out on the ground," Bonnie explained. "None of us attacked you, did we?"

"Attacked? No?" Mike questioned more than answered, which didn't make the animatronics feel better. They waited patiently for the guard to get his bearings. "No," he finally confirmed. "No, it wasn't you guys. It was…" His memory finally hit him. The visions. The strange words. Fred-"Fredbear!"

Freddy looked down at Mike, confused and concern. "Fredbear? Mike what are you talking about."

"I…I saw him. Fredbear, he was right in my office. He just…appeared, out of no where! He was right-." Mike looked around, but only saw the four animatronics he knew well. "…right there?"

"Mikey, that isn't possible," Bonnie explained, ignoring the confusion on the guard's face. "Fredbear has been put in storage for years, longer than even the Toys. Hell, I don't think he even has-."

"An endoskeleton, right!? He didn't!" Mike interrupted, shocking the rabbit. "He was just slouched over, right where you are Bonnie! And-and he-and I…I just…" The pain of his head returned, and Mike let out a groan, leaning deeper against Freddy and clutching onto his head. "Whoa…"

"Okay, okay…" Freddy shushed, holding the guard protectively against his chest. "Rest. You need to rest now."

"I'm telling the truth…" Mike said, suddenly feeling very sleepy.

Freddy didn't respond to this. He just stood up, holding Mike in his arms and slowly began to carry him out of the office.

"Mike," he did end up saying as he and the others made their way down the hall. "I want you to sleep and rest here until you feel better."

"What?"

"You are in no shape to walk home. We'll find you a nice quiet place to rest for the day until you are in shape enough to stand and think properly."

Mike glared up at Freddy, but the bear did not look at him. "You don't believe me."

"Mike, it doesn't matter if I do or don't."

"Freddy, we are dealing with literal ghosts. Why is Fredbear mysteriously popping up in my office such an odd thing to believe."

"Mike, I don't want to discuss this right now. You need to rest. End of story."

"But Freddy!" Mike began to shout.

"Uh, Mike…?" Bonnie tried to speak up, but he was ignored by the guard.

"I'm telling you the truth. Don't just dismiss what I'm saying! I also saw visions, or are you not going to believe me about that either?"

"Mike, not now…" Freddy spoke evenly, but his grip on Mike was starting to get tighter.

"Fredbear was in my office, Freddy. I don't know how, but he was there! You have to believe me. This could mean something."

Bonnie and Chica took noticed of Freddy's expression, nervously looking at the guard next. "Mikey, you should really stop now," Bonnie tried to warn.

"The Toys were mysterious activated, right?"

"Mikey, really!" Chica tried next.

"Maybe Fredbear was too!"

Freddy's grip became even tighter.

The group was now in the main showroom. There was a sound of a door opening and closing and those who actually took notice of it, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy, figured the Toys finally decided to leave the basement. At least the plan seemed to work for now.

"Maybe he was trying to call for help! Maybe he needs us too! We should go look for him. Fredbear could be-!"

"FREDBEAR IS GONE!"

No one expected to hear Freddy scream like that. Mike jumped in the bear's arms, eyes blown wide in shock and a bit of fear.

Bonnie and Chica stood stock still, the rabbit having raised an arm as if he were about to grip at his brother and Chica having both wings to her beak, concern gaze locked on the bear and guard.

Foxy was backing up nervously, tail swishing back and forth behind him anxiously. His eyes were locked on Freddy, his expression stuck in a state of shock at seeing his older brother yell.

The Toys had just reached the showroom when Freddy had screamed. They were frozen in place, staring at the scene in shock and confusion, not having heard the exchange from before.

Freddy, meanwhile, was shaking, eyes shut tight and face scrunched up as if in pain. His arms felt heavy and he had to place Mike down on the ground. He tried his best to place the young man down gently, but to his regret, he almost ended up dropping the young man. Mike only saving himself from falling by gripping a nearby table. Oil tear pricked at his eyes, but the bear refused to let them fall. He took a calming breath, straightening up, but his eyes remained shut. "I'm…" he spoke after a moment. "I'm going backstage…" Silently, he walked to the stage, pulling the curtain back before slipping away, out of sight from everyone.

Mike stared after the bear, guilt stabbing him in the chest. He stood, wanting to go after the bear, but Bonnie's grip on his shoulders stopped him.

"Hold it…" he pulled the guard back slowly. "Leave him be. He needs to be alone for a little bit."

"B-but…but, I-."

"I know," Bonnie reassured with a smile. "I know. Look, you are still in need of rest. We're still concerned after seeing you passed out like that. Why don't you go somewhere to rest? I'll deal with the grumpy bear."

Mike didn't seem so happy with the suggestion. He looked up in Bonnie eyes, his own tears starting to form. "I'm sorry…"

Bonnie grinned. He knew Mike was an adult now but seeing him reminded him of when Mike was younger. He almost behaved like a child who just got caught doing something bad. Bonnie ruffled Mike's hair before stepping back. "Don't worry about it. Freddy just sucks at emotional stuff. We both know that. I'll talk to him. You rest. Deal?"

"I…okay…"

Bonnie seemed pleased, looking over at the other animatronics. He suddenly got an idea as he looked over at the Toys. "Why don't you hang out with the Toys today. You can get to know them better and keep them company."

"The Toys?" Mike looked over, finally taking notice of them. They still looked stunned and confused by what they saw, but waved awkwardly at Mike when the guard looked at them.

"I can be with ya too, lad," Foxy suggest. "We can all hang out in me cove. Much nicer than the dingy basement."

Mike sighed, stepping closer to the pirate. He instantly went to lean against the fox, Foxy gladly wrapping an arm around Mike's shoulder to help. "Yeah…" he spoke after a moment. "Yeah, that sounds nice."

"Great. Come me hearty crew. Let's all go to me ship!" Foxy tried to lighten the air, but Mike didn't crack a smile as he was guided away by him and the Toys.

When they were out of sight, Bonnie let out an exhausted groan, rubbing his hands over his eyes.

"Bonnie? Is Freddy going to be okay?" Chica asked nervously.

"He'll be fine…"

"I just-I just never seen him get like that before. I don't think I have ever seen him get angry." Chica looked at the stage, hoping her leader and brother would just walk past the curtains, smile on his face as he went over the plans for the day like usual.

Bonnie shook his head. "No, I've seen him like this before. I think it was before Scott finished building ya. I know how to deal with him when he gets this moody." He took a step towards the stage. "Why don't you play with Cupcake for a bit? I'm gonna talk to him."

"O-oh…" Chica's mood lowered when she realized Bonnie didn't want her to come with him. "Okay."

"Hey, don't give me that," Bonnie spoke with a smirk. "Later you can talk to the ol' bear too and slap some sense into him, okay?"

Chica gave a faint smile, hugging Cupcake to her chest. "Okay."

The rabbit gave her a thumbs up before pulling back the curtain. He instantly found Freddy hunched over in an awkward ball shape. He stepped inside the small space, letting the curtain flow behind him. "Okay Freddy, time to talk."


And there you have it! Chapter 4! Like I said before, chapter 5 should be up soon. It is already almost finished, but I think I will still wait a few days even after it's done before uploading, only because I don't want to bombard everyone with a lot of chapters in a short amount of time like I almost did (or maybe I did do that) with my earlier chapters in this rewrite.

Anyways, I'm done rambling now. Please leave a comment if you want. I would really appreciate it. Thank you all again for reading. If you have made it this far I can only assume you are enjoying the story and if that is the case thank you so much. Until next time, see ya!