A/N - The last chapter was...shorter than I wanted, but the cliffhanger really helped, didn't it? This one, will be longer, I assure you! And for those of you who think you have this all figured out, not all people feel like loving a robot, seemingly almost anthropomorphic or not, despite their opinions that find them...attractive or cute.

To clear some things up with this AU, the bite incident never happened, but the murders did (they weren't put in the suits after being killed, however).

Sorry for not updating sooner, I know I won't be updating daily, and I definitely won't be updating as much as I have been due to my break from school being up soon, so take the length of this chapter as a bonus.

A little factor to consider, is that I'm typing this on a device, so updates will be slower and mistakes may be evident.

Disclaimer - Five Nights at Freddy's is owned by Scott Cawthon. In no way do I claim ownership of anything regarding said franchise.

Bonnie was idly sitting in the storage room, not wanting to scare Mike into leaving or shutting the blast door in her face, but one thing concerned her...The camera had never turned on, and looking at the spare clock mounted on the wall, it read 1:23AM. Bonnie started to stand, but was soon engulfed by blackness, accompanied by a whir of some sort of engine.

The power, was out. For the first time in Mike's four nights, too. Bonnie exited the closet and felt around in the dark, before realizing that she had night vision installed in her optical sensors. She turned them on, and now the bunny saw the opening in the door on the West hall. She approached it, and, not knowing what to expect, leaned through the doorway before jerking back, just in case.

What? Was he...? Bonnie leaned back through to find Mike laying on the floor and snoring softly. He just looks so cute! Bonnie thought while tilting her head sideways and clasping her hands together.

Soon enough, Freddy walked in, looking completely perplexed. Followed by Foxy, who had a slight twitch in his eye, and there was a new dent on the top of his forehead. "Hey uh...Foxy, you have a-" Bonnie's whisper was cut off by Foxy turning his head and glaring with an angered look, before his muscles relaxed when he saw Bonnie start to cower nervously.

"Sorry, lass. I didn't mean ta scare ya, I just..." The pirate fox rubbed the dent in his head before continuing, " I tried ta get in tha office to explain we're not murd'rous, because he'd think we'd be trickin' him if'n we said it from th' outside of his doors...so when I was was makin' me way over, he closed tha door unexpectedly, an' I slammed into it," Foxy looked down in a shamed expression, before returning his gaze to the bunny, who nodded her head to show that she understood, and there was no need to feel bad at his failed attempt.

"More importantly though," Freddy chimed in, "what are we going to do with him?" he pointed at the night guard and scratched behind his ear.

Foxy simply smirked his trademark cocky smile, and said, "I know what ta do...We don't want him rammin' more bricks in our faces, right?"

Freddy couldn't help but let out a chuckle, while Bonnie gave an unamused, sarcasic look. Without much warning, Foxy leaned over and swooped Mike into the air, before slinging him over his shoulder and carrying him down the West hall. Bonnie gazed at Freddy with a concerned and bemused look, but Freddy didn't look much different. Freddy, accompanied by Bonnie, walked at a brisk pace, trying to catch up to the fox to make sure he didn't do anything rash.

The animatronic fox pulled open the door to the supply closet and dropped Mike onto the tiled floor, to find Bonnie and Freddy behind him with a What the hell are you doing? expression plastered on their faces. Foxy held his paw up, signaling for them not to jump to conclusions, before saying, "Just so he can't do any damage if'n he wakes up thinkin' we're still out ta get him,"

Foxy shooed them out of the doorway, stepped out, and locked the door before signaling his companions to go into the office to monitor Mike via camera, while he went to reset the generators so they could do so.

Interesting...A man thought while rubbing his hands together in a stereotypical villain manner. I could probably take out Foxy right now...no, I WILL. He's foiled more than any of the others...The man typed a command on his keyboard and made his newly mechanized slave step out from the corner she was leaning from. He started to make it approach the door Foxy had entered, only to hear a voice emerging from behind his viewing cam, "Chica! I was wondering where you were, is anything wrong?"

The man's ominous smile was quickly replaced by a disgusted frown. He engaged the rotation gyros, and found Bonnie standing with a puzzled expression and Freddy leaning from the east hall doorway with a raised eyebrow. Dammit! The man slammed his hands onto his desk before briefly disengaging his control on the animatronic.

Chica rubbed her forehead, feeling drunk if to say the least. "Wha? Did you say something?"

Bonnie gave her best friend a look of concern, Did something bad happen, somehow? she wasn't sure, not at all, but she knew now wasn't a time to dawdle. Bonnie walked over to the robotic chicken before placing her arm around her shoulder and guiding her down the hall, consoling her to try to make her feel better. Then, Bonnie said something that she knew would do the trick, "We uh...we got Mike."

"What?" Chica asked, although started to smile as well.

Freddy answered, as he had paid attention to their conversation they had outside the office, "He fell asleep with the doors shut, and the power went out. Foxy snagged him and put him in the supply closet so we can monitor him from a safe distance."

Chica instantly lit up. In fact, she pretty much forgot about her little, "episode" over her joy. Now they could finally explain to Mike that they weren't the psychopathic killing animatronics he thought they were. "Woohoo! We've done it, baby!" Chica screamed while clapping, causing a giggle from Bonnie and a smirk from Freddy.

Huh? Where- I'M ALIVE! Mike thought, while standing up and raising his arms in the air. He spun around in circles with a smile plastered on his face, before realizing that the camera was on, and he was in the supply closet. He tried the knob. Correction, he was locked in the supply closet. Wait...so that means I'm a prisoner? They are watching me after all. Creeps. The night guard sighed and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, but he still had a slight smirk seeing as how he wasn't in an animatronic suit. For the moment, at least.

Mike only saw the camera on for about ten seconds after he noticed it before it click off. Mike grabbed a broom and held it in front of him, cowering as far into the corner of the room he occupied as much as humanly possible. His eyes widened after hearing footsteps nearing where he was. Four pairs of them, as a matter of fact. The door creaked open and all the night guard did was close his eyes and plant his head against the wall.

The broom was extracted from his grasp and gently placed down against the wall. Mike braced for his imminent death, but after noticing nothing happened, he slowly pried open his eyes to find all animatronics in front of him. "Uh...um..." Mike was at an utter loss for words.

Freddy was the first to speak up, "Before anyone does anything, everything you know about us, is pretty much a lie."

"Huh? I...I d-don't really-" Mike was cut off.

Foxy was the one who interrupted him, "He means tha we aren't out ta get ya, Mike."

"Why come f-for me every night, then?" Mike probed, still unsure about these new set of facts.

"Be real with us Mike," Freddy inquired in a more serious tone, "would you believe us if we were on the other side of your security doors trying to tell you that we didn't want to kill you? We actually already tried your first two nights of the job."

"Oh...I guess that makes sense..." The night guard started to understand now, "B-but why lock me in here? Why not just leave me in the office and wait until I woke up?" he asked, finding yet another reason to be unsure.

Foxy grunted to get Mike's attention, which worked. The pirate fox nodded in Bonnie's direction, pointed at Freddy, and coughed while feeling the bump on his head, which he did to hint at his escape and repel attempts. "Oh...r-right. Sorry about that," Mike guiltily exclaimed while looking downwards.

"Nay, we be sorry Mike, ye were only tryin' ta def'nd yerself," Foxy said while stepping to the front of his group. He placed a hand on Mike's shoulder, who looked up, a hint of fear still present in his eyes.

Any consternation that was present in the night guard's actions soon faded to lower remnants as he saw the intentions, the true intentions of these animatronics. "W-wow...thanks for, forgiving me and all, I don't know how long it'd take for me to forgive someone if...y'know."

They all stood there - pretty cramped - in the supply closet before Chica broke the newly appointed awkward silence, "Okaaaaay, we should probably get outta here."

And not quite immediately, but definitely unanimously, they all replied, "Agreed."

The chicken exited the supply closet, followed by Bonnie, Freddy, Foxy, and lastly Mike. Chica led them down the west hall into the dining hall where the animatronics sat down. Mike just stood, still slightly reluctant to sit amongst them despite believing what he had been told. Freddy sighed before exiting his seat, "Mike, I urge you to sit amongst us, we have no evil intentions. All we want is to have a positive association with you, seeing as how you will hopefully be with us for quite some time."

Sighing, Mike sat down in the only open chair at the round table the robots were at. He sat in between Foxy, and Bonnie, and the latter started to shield her face with her ears. Mike turned sideways to see her, and tried to console her, "H-hey, don't worry, I won't hurt you," he looked around at all the animatronics, "any of you. I was just thinking that I was defending myself..."

Bonnie parted her ears to glimpse at the night guard, who had a comforting yet fearful expression, "Uh o-okay," She then looked down at the table and started pulling her ear in a nervous fashion, slightly red in the face.

"So Mike, what do like to do? Outside, I mean. Do you have any family, or friends?" Chica leaned in and put her chin on her hand, listening intently.

Mike leaned back in his chair before he said, "Well...m-most of my time is spent sleeping after my shifts here...I do enjoy drawing, that's something I do quite often. Not to brag, but I'm like, an artist prodigy," Mike finished up the last sentence with a very nasal oriented tone that was relatively hilarious.

Chica started to crack up at the last sentence, and Foxy slammed his fist on the table while he laughed too. Freddy was not paying too much attention to Mike actually, and was instead examining Bonnie, which he had noticed her ears perk up when Mike started to talk, along with her nervousness. Strange...Could it be that Bonnie isn't exactly nervous from fear, but...hmm...I can't jump to conclusions just yet, I don't have much to look at here...Freddy thought while tapping his fingers against his head, and then turned back to Mike to find what he was saying at the moment.

"-and as for friends, there's Jeremy, Fritz, Caleb, and...actually that's about it. Wait, never mind, I actually met someone today as a matter of fact, her name is Emily," Mike actually appeared to have absolutely no nervousness, and it seemed as if he was much more comfortable talking with the animatronics.

"Ooh Mikey, ye have a lady friend eh? I be not surprised actually," Foxy teased.

Mike turned glanced at Foxy and gave an unamused look, "I pretty much just met you, and yet you're already assuming I have a girlfriend? Okay, so if that's how it's gonna be...at least I can say I have a 'lady friend', Foxy."

Foxy gave Mike a sarcastic look before a toothy grin and gleefully said, "Oh ho ho! Ye better start runnin' lad."

The night guard almost fell out of his chair as he scrambled to stand, before blazing down the hallway with Foxy in hot pursuit as he jokingly claimed he was going to make him "Walk th' plank!"

Chica watched the scene with great amusement, and Freddy started to observe Bonnie's strange trance-like state. She had her head against her hand and her eyes seemed conflicted. That doesn't mean they're in a relationship, right? Yeah...I'm getting too worked up. Overthinking it is all. But...why would I care if he was in a relationship? There's no way we could actually be in one. I wouldn't think so, at least. Bonnie was being plagued by her subconscious, which was over-processing a little too much.

Much to Bonnie's relief, a loud crash followed by metal clanging came from the office that broke her state of mind, which led Freddy to yell out, "What are you two doing?! If there's any damage I-"

But then, two overlapping voices interrupted the bear's sentence with a loud, "HE STARTED IT!"

Freddy stood up before stomping down the hallway to find out what the dynamic-troublemaking-duo had done.

Time Skip - 5:37AM

Chica wiped her brow to get off any steam that she had received while cooking in the kitchen. She opened the kitchen door and took a few steps out before beckoning for Bonnie to come inside, where the chicken informed her friend, "Okay, okay, the pizza is ready. All we have to do now is get Mike in here, but not make it seem like we're trying to surprise him..."

Bonnie thought a bit, before suggesting, "Why don't we make a loud clutter, scream, and turn the lights out before he comes in."

"You're brilliant!" Chica exclaimed while bringing Bonnie in for a tight hug, "All we need now is to inform Freddy and Foxy, well, definitely Freddy because he takes things that could potentially be a danger more seriously than anyone, and may unintentionally ruin it..."

Chica pushed Bonnie out of the kitchen, tasking her with informing the others while she prepped the scene. Bonnie didn't bother telling Foxy though, and just told Freddy before going back into the kitchen and giving the other animatronic the good to go.

"On three...one...two... three!" Chica counted, while shoving over pans on the count mark, followed by-

"AIIEEEEE!" They both screeched while Bonnie turned the lights out.

Freddy looked over to the kitchen, and on cue gave a massive look of surprise, although fake, and yelled at Foxy and Mike to come help, "There's something wrong in the kitchen, we have to check to see if everything's alright!"

The trio ran into the kitchen engulfed in blackness before Freddy turned the lights on, and Bonnie and Chica jumped up with wide grins yelling, "SURPRISE!" as the held up a box of pizza to Mike.

The night guard looked at the box with a look of bewilderment and took it before he said, "Thanks?"

Foxy started to grin, as he understood what was happening, "I know ye don' know what be happenin', but while th' pizza might seem plain, it be who made it for ye tha makes it special."

Mike glanced up at Chica who simply smiled and gave a welcoming exclamation, "What Foxy means is, only a select few get my extraordinary pizzas. And those are my family."

"Welcome to the family, Mike," All of the animatronics said simultaneously.

Mike smiled. This, was something he could get used to.

A/N - I'm pretty sorry for getting this out late, later than I wanted to. I just uh...got Fallout 4 and...you know what I mean, now.

Also, if any have noticed my chapters are getting longer, this is something I do: Make each chapter longer than the last. That's how I improve. This was actually more than 1,000 words from the last ;)

Prepare for some good stuff!