A/N: A familiar face returns in this chapter, which goes back to Mike's POV

Disclaimer: I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's, and unless I get a TARDIS, go back to 2014, and create the game and release it before Scott Cawthon, I never will.

"Oh my God, you're alive!" My sister feigned surprise, putting her hands to her face.

"Real funny, Fritz." I snarked. She raised an eyebrow.

"Got to admit, you're looking good. Summer's been taking good care of you."

She wasn't exactly lying. I'd notice that, in the time we'd been married, I had been looking a little better. I was a little less pale, and some life and light had returned to my eyes. Also, I was sleeping better now, so I didn't have dark shadows under my eyes anymore. I didn't change anything about my hair, though. I mean, I'd dyed my hair once before, and that didn't turn out too well. Plus, Summer didn't seem to mind.

"And you're…big." I looked at my sister's swollen stomach. Shortly after Ian was born, Chad had proposed to Fritz. They'd gotten married and now, with a baby on the way, they'd decided to move to a new house. Which was why I was here.

Fritz smacked me upside the head.

"What was that for?"

"What do you think? Calling me fat!" I tried to give her an angry look, but just chuckled instead. Fritz started laughing too. We got along better now than we had for most of our lives, but it was good to know that at least SOME things would never change.

"How're Summer and the kids?" Fritz asked.

"Good…for the most part." Fritz sighed knowingly.

"Ian and Hope still having nightmares?"

"Yeah." I confessed. "I wish I knew what was causing them."

"Maybe the fact that you named them after two kids who went through some traumatic shit?" This time I did give her an angry look.

"Fritz…"

"Mike, be honest with me." Fritz looked at me seriously. "Do you still have your uniform?" I didn't answer, which was all the answer Fritz needed.

"Mike…"

"Don't." I started. "Whatever you're about to say, don't." I looked down at the ground, and out of the corner of my eye saw Fritz giving me a sympathetic look.

"Mike, I know that was an…interesting time in our lives, but it's over. It's been over for seven years. The kids moved on, why can't you?"

"How do you expect me to just 'move on'?" I asked. "I just…I have a feeling, Fritz. I can't explain it."

"Because you need to be a big hero again."

My gaze narrowed.

"No. No. You are NOT psychoanalyzing me, sis. Don't even start."

"Whatever." Fritz rolled her eyes. "So…how's anger management class going?"

"Pretty good." I answered. "Dr. McLoughlin is great. He's been a huge help."

That's right, I went to anger management. You'd probably never guess this from looking at me, but growing up receiving NO paternal love whatsoever had actually given me some anger issues. And the last thing I wanted was to turn around and become my father, so not long after Ian and Hope were born, I started taking anger management sessions to keep myself in check. My childhood may have been a nightmare, but that didn't mean I wanted my own kids' one to be. Especially if I was the cause.

"So…" I looked towards Fritz and Chad's kitchen, where there were some heavy boxes, "Need some help?"

"Sure, but only because I'm retaining water." Fritz walked over and put a really big, really heavy box in my hands like it was nothing. "Get started."

After helping Fritz put some stuff away and chatting a little more, I drove off, my mind full of thoughts. Despite myself, I couldn't help but think of what she had said.

Okay yes, I'll admit it-as weird as it sounds to say it, my time as a night guard at Freddy's was one of the best times of my life. True, almost everything there tried to kill me, but once I found out what the animatronics really were and WHY they were trying to kill me, I finally felt like I had a purpose. I could save those kids, do something great, and prove to everyone…including myself, that I was worth something, that I wasn't just a waste of DNA like my dad kept telling me, and like I had believed for most of my life.

And against all odds, I'd done it. I'd freed the kids' souls, and moved on with my life. I had a teaching job, and was married to a wonderful woman, with two beautiful kids.

So why couldn't I move on? Why was I still nostalgic for those times? My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a phone call from my wife.

"Hello?" I asked, placing the phone to my ear.

"Hi, Mikey." Summer greeted me. "So, I have some bad news and some good news."

"Bad news first." I could practically see her biting her lip as she said

"Mr. Dawson let me go."

"What?" I furrowed my brow. "Summer, that's…"

"Hold on!" She interrupted me. "This is where the good news comes in!"

"O-kay. What's the good news?"

"The good news," Summer started with a smile, "Is that I managed to find a new job…and I start tonight!"

A/N: Well, here we go, guys! Next chapter we FINALLY get started on Summer's new job at Freddy's! Will she survive with Springtrap in there? And will we find out what's going on with Ian and Hope?! Review to find out!

PS. Dr. McLoughlin was named for Sean William McLoughlin-aka JackSepticeye. How could I resist-after all, Chad was based off Markiplier XD