Hello everyone, sorry for taking so long to type up the next chapter. I've written 10 chapters now by the time I've posted this. ^^;

Anyways there are a few things I'd like to make note of:
-This story will pretty much have NOTHING to do with FNAF 4, as that game messes with this stories plot. I may or may not borrow a few things from it, but other than that, it is not a part of this.
-I noticed I've been spelling Mike's first name incorrectly: Micheal instead of Michael. I feel no need to change it was I've written 10 chapters worth of this spelling. I will leave it as the way it's spelled now, but it has the same meaning and pronunciation as Michael.

I think that's all. Please enjoy!
Reviews are very welcome!

Chapter 3 - Calm

Mike groaned. His head hurt. He blinked his eyes several times, as they began to clear. Wait, where was he?

Mike bolted straight up into a sitting position, glancing about the room rapidly.

He was on a bed in the first aid, probably within Freddy's, based on the posters strewn across the walls. Mike calmed himself, relieved that he was still in a familiar place, but was still confused.

Why was he in First Aid?

"Ah, you're awake. Feeling any better?"

Mike whipped his head around to see Mr. Fazbear standing beside the doorway, face full of concern.

"What happened?"

"You fainted while Freddy and his friends were singing Happy Birthday. Are you unwell?"

"No…? I feel fine. I… oh."

"Maybe you should not take this job…"

"No no no, it's fine! It's just, for some reason, I get really lightheaded when people sing Happy Birthday. I don't know why, but this kind of thing has happened before. I'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes Frederick, I'll be fine."

Mike hopped out of the bed (which was a bit too small for him), and thanked Mr Fazbear for checking up on him, before he left the building in a hurry. The older man looked at the doorway with a sense of dread.

"Something's not right."

The sound of metal scrapping on metal could be heard from backstage, in long repetitions.

A hoarse undecipherable voice spoke every now and then, between raspy breaths, before both the scrapes and voice suddenly silenced themselves.

A distorted maniacal laugh echoed.

Mike took his muffin and coffee from the cashier, politely thanking the woman. Now with his snack in hand, he started to look around the cafe. they said they would be here.

"Hey Mikey!"

Mike spotted his two friends sitting at one of the cafe's outdoor tables, ane of them waving at him. He waved back with a smile, then headed towards them.

"Hey Jeremy and Anna!"

"Hey Mike, long time no see."

Mike put his food on the table and took a seat. "It hasn't been THAT long."

"Well it sure sure feels like it." Jeremy adjusted his glasses, moving some of his black hair out of his intense bottle-green eyes. He chuckled, then took a small bite out of his blueberry muffin.

"So Mikey, so said you have some good news?" Anna questioned him, resting her arms on the table.

"Lemme guesh, a nuu jhob?" Jeremy said through a mouthful of muffin.

"Ha ha, yeah, but you'd never guess where."

"So not an automobile repair shop?" Anna tried to brainstorm a few other ideas.

"Nope."

"Then what?"

"I'm the new nightguard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria!"

Jeremy spat out his muffin.

"What!?"

"Look Jeremy I know you said the animatronics would murder every nightguard's butt without mercy…"

"Damn right!"

"... but these are the old ones, not those toys. Besides, they don't seem to move around anymore, so relax."

"I will not relax! The old ones tried to murder me as well, back when I had the job. Mike, the old animatronics were worse than the toys! (except for Balloon Boy, he's a total douchebag.)"

"I'll be fine Jeremy, don't worry about it." Mike took a long sip from his coffee, still unnerved by his friend's apparent experience of being a nightguard. He didn't want to admit it though.

"Well I'm happy for him. It's been like 15 years since he's seen his old pals, so give him a break Jer."

Jeremy shivered, rubbing the scars on the back of his hands. He still had yet to tell his friends exactly how he got them, but they had definitely come from his graveyard shift. The somewhat younger man took a small sip from his espresso, feeling the warm liquid move down his throat, then placed his hand on Mike's shoulder.

"Just, get lots of rest before your shift starts. You're gonna need it, ok?"

"Got it."

The conversation returned to normal, the group talking about what had gone down in their lives since their last get-together, the news, and other spontaneous chatter. At one point, Anna began to stare intently at Mike, making him nervous.

"Mike?"

"Yes Anna?"

"Did you notice one of your eyes is almost completely gold?"

"What?" Mike took out his cell, Using the camera function as a mirror. Sure enough, his left eye was almost fully golden, minus a few spots of blue peeking through the strange flecks. His right eye just had a few more than it normally did.

"That's rare, it barely ever gets this golden."

"Maybe your eyes don't want you to take the job!"

"Pfft, nice try Jeremy."

After noticing the little oddity, the conversation once again returned to casual topics, and was soon finished, along with each other's snacks. The group said their farewells to each other, then headed to their own homes. But before leaving, Jeremy caught up to the care-free Mike. The slightly older man turned to his best friend, a bit annoyed.

"Just… keep your guard up ok? Even if nothing bad happens, I want you to stay on your toes. I just… don't want to lose my best friend."

Mike's expression softened.

"Alright Jer, I'll keep an eye out for suspicious activity. They won't land a paw on me, I promise I won't let 'em."

"Ok Mike, you do good to keep them at bay, so good luck!"

"Thanks, I'll see you later!"

The two friends went their own ways, but Jeremy looked back one more time."

"Just be alive next time."

Mr Fazbear paced about his office like a frightened mouse, thoughts spinning through his head.

It wasn't normal for someone to get dizzy while hearing the song 'Happy Birthday', let alone faint. Micheal had been very calm about it when he woke up, which made it even more strange.

Fredrick went through what the receptionist had told him in his head. Micheal had been excited and was enjoying the music, then suddenly froze up, wobbled around, clasped onto his neck, and then fainted when the band finished the song.

Fredrick rubbed his temples. He didn't understand, and decided he would ask Micheal when he came for work on Monday (if he had the time).

He slowly left his office and headed for the main room. It wasn't as busy as it had been earlier. The children weren't paying much attention to the band at the moment, as they were currently on standby. Fredrick waited a moment, then walked onstage and stood before Freddy, the large robotic bear towering over the large man in his thirties.

"Hey Freddy."

The animatronic remained unmoving, but Fredrick was certain he could hear him.

"You saw the new guard, didn't you?"

No response.

"You know, you are his favorite, and he has not been here since he was a child."

Still nothing.

"He still has his old plush of you."

Fredrick was certain he heard a slight whirr of mechanical parts, but saw no movement.

"Just go easy on him, ok?"

He swore he could hear an almost silent chuckle come from Freddy, as if mocking the request. Fredrick sighed, hoping it was better to ask animatronic to not kill the young man than simply say nothing. As he began to leave the stage, he looked over to the backstage door.

"You also have a new 'friend' backstage. I would watch out though, for they seem especially violent." He looked back at Freddy once more.

Freddy's plastic blue eyes were looking straight into his.

Sometimes the calm is the only warning before the storm.