Chapter 4: Waking up

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James: Why hello everyone! It's me! Now, ODNSW is a bit...Tied up at the moment, so he couldn't do the intro. But who needs him when you have me? Now, I thank Autumn butler, Reaper Blood Wright, tech60, MikeGuardingSchmidt, Guest, AddLion, Minato's Legacy, Secret, Mack Johnson and SquirrelandNight123 for reviewing. Each one makes me as happy when I killed...Let's not get into that. And to answer two questions presented by Minato, ODNSW isn't planning on adding any pairs of this moment, but he might if people wish it, and maybe I am suicidal. You never know. Oh, and this author does not own me or any characters in the FNaF universe. All of them belong to Scott.


Mike awoke in a hospital bed, slight pain still in his shoulder. He tried sitting up, but his shoulder gave way, forcing him back down. He groaned, out of annoyance and out of pain. He felt helpless. He couldn't do anything in this bed. He couldn't even get out of it correctly. The only time he felt this helpless was when…It happened. He could remember when he woke up, the doctor appointed to him had a look of sadness inscribed on his face. When Mike got the news, he broke down. He didn't speak to anyone for a week, only nodding or shaking his head for communication. He was just as helpless now as he was back then. Except back then, a psychopath wasn't keeping an eye on his every move.

A passing doctor noticed that he was awake and walked into the room. "Hello Mr. Schmidt, my name is Anthony Smith, and I will be taking care of you today. Now I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night." Mike stared at him. "What did you just say?" Anthony looked at him, a bit confused. "I said I wanted to ask you a couple of questions to clear some things up." Mike let out the breath he was holding in without noticing it. Anthony looked at him oddly. "Are you feeling alright, Mr. Schmidt? I can come back later if-" Mike quickly interrupted him. "N-No, it's, uh, its fine. Just a bit shaken up is all."

Anthony looked as if he was going to say something, but decided to drop it. "Alright then. So, first off, do you remember anything about your attacker?" Mike was about to speak when he saw something that made his blood chill. Golden Freddy was down the hall, a finger placed on his lips, as if telling him to shush. Mike quickly shut his mouth and shook his head. "Ok…Do you know who called the ambulance for you? We need the info just in case." Mike was honestly surprised to hear that someone called them. The only ones who could've were the…Mike shook his head once again. The rest of the questions went by quickly, being about contact info and other things.

"Alright. Thank you for the information. We can get you cleared up and ready to go in a couple hours, but you'll have to make sure not to move that arm much once you're out. Come back in a week or two and we'll check to see how it's healing." Mike nodded his head and watched as Anthony left. He glanced down the hall to see the Golden Freddy was no longer there. It was then that he noticed a bouquet of violets in the right corner of the room. 'That creepy fucker.' Mike thought. How long was James watching him? Mike didn't want to think about it, more worried about that Golden Freddy thing. He saw it in the pizzeria before, but he didn't think he would see it outside. He shook his head. 'It's just a hallucination Mikey. Don't let it get to you.' He thought. It didn't help much.


Later...

Anthony stayed true to his word, and Mike left around two hours later, his arm casted. He stepped outside, quickly greeted by the chilly air. 'Damn winter.' He thought. Mike usually didn't mind the winter, but he wasn't in the best of moods, not being able to use his good arm and all. Luckily, the hospital wasn't too far from his apartment, so he was easily able to walk there. As soon as he walked in it, he took off his jacket and collapsed on his bed, falling asleep as soon as his face made contact with the pillow…


Mike was in the pizzeria, that much was certain, but it looked…Different. He began walking around, noticing the change in the layout. He soon came to a room with a stage, three animatronics standing on it. But they weren't the animatronics Mike was familiar with. These ones were the older toy models. Mike had only seen these on some old posters that were in his office. So did that mean that this was the old location? It couldn't be. Mike had never been there, so he couldn't dream about it, especially with this much detail. A small sigh caught his attention, and he gasped when he turned to see what had made the sound. It was a small child, no more than 8 years old surrounded by four others of the same age. There were four boys and one girl. Then he saw Golden Freddy walking towards the group. It didn't take Mike long to realize what he was seeing. This was the incident. He was seeing the missing children incident.

"Hey kids, why the long faces?" The Golden Freddy cooed. The children looked up at him, a bit surprised. One of the boys, who had hair the color of Freddy spoke up. "The last show played, so now we have to wait for our parents." The girl quickly added "Yeah, and they're taking a long time." Golden Freddy smiled warmly. "The fun doesn't have to be over yet. Follow me!" He began walking away, the children and Mike following suite. Soon, they were in a room labeled 'parts and services'. Mike noticed the withered frames of the animatronics as soon as he walked in. Freddy was in horrible condition, Bonnie was missing his face and part of his right arm and Chica's hands were missing and her beak was opened widely, revealing her endoskeleton's teeth. Foxy was the only one who looked familiar, since he was usually in disrepair. Golden Freddy locked the door and pulled off his head to reveal James, except his eyes were pure white. "Now children, the real fun begins…"


Mike woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. He looked around frantically, seeing he was in his apartment. He let out a sigh of relief. He was safe…Relatively speaking. He looked at his alarm clock. It was 11:40 P.M. "I never get a break, do I?" He muttered, getting up to get his jacket and a spare uniform, since the other one had a lot of blood on it. It was time for another night of hell…


A/N: Oh thank god I escaped! Hey guys, nice to see you. Thank you for all the reviews! I used them to cut my bonds and got away. Now, I know I took a while to get this one out, but between school and having to think of a plot, I don't have much time to update, so try to be patient. Also, a quick shout out and (really) late happy birthday to Koili! She is a wonderful artist and has an awesome FNaF fanfic you guys might like! You should go check her out! Now, with that done, thanks for all the people who review, follow and favorite! You guys keep me going. *Noises* Oh shit, James is coming! Gotta go!