Hello, hello? Um, well if you're hearing this, Raptor is no longer available. I'll be covering his introduction, just, read the story. Nothing will go wrong. BANG, BANG, BANG! Oh no, they're already here. Just go! Hurry! There's not enough time! He'll get his revenge! WARN MIKE! HE'LL GE-
Toy Freida- Female
Freddy- Male
Toy Bonnie- Female
Bonnie- Male
Toy Chica- Female
Chica- Female
Mangle(not mangled)- Female
Foxy- Female
Springtrap- Female
Golden Freddy- Female
5:45 AM-THURSDAY
Mike had no words, he was doing 'it' with an animatronic. Not to be mean, but a 30 year old animatronic. But, still, her mouth, her slit, everything was perfect. She didn't feel broken. But by the view, she was broken. Her torso had rips and holes in it, her cloth that covered her feet was torn, revealing her endoskeleton. Mike still focused on the main thing though, and that was Springtrap. He could feel her juices drip on his pants, leaving stains. "If Katie asks, tell her its water, right? Or make it look like I peed my pants?" Mike said under his breath. Mike could feel his dick rise up from his jeans, looking as if it was going to burst out. Get the fuck down, Mike thought, Springtrap was having a lot of fun, for sure. Mike lightly bit her right nipple, with Springtrap yelping, he decided to then put his left hand on her left boob. "Oooh," Mike could tell she was definitely enjoying this, her eyes were closed, and her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, back was arched as well. Good sign, he thought. For a 21 year old man, he sure knew how to please a women. He already lost his virginity to Katie, whom may be pregnant. But still, Katie treated him like shit. She argued too much, she'd go insane, she even threw a knife at him. But still, he gave her chances. "Mike don't stop…" She cooed, Mike didn't want to stop. He stopped biting and pulled down his pants. He realized he forgot to wear boxers today. Wow, aren't I lucky, he thought. He then teased Springtrap by rubbing his member around her entrance. Springtrap frowned, but still was enjoying her session with Mike. "P-please don't tease me…" She begged Mike, Mike saw this as an opportunity. "What do you want me to do?" He asked her, she then frowned again. Being annoyed by Mike's question, "I want you f-fuck me." She replied, "Good answer." Mike said, thrusting inside Springtrap, she had never felt this before. She could feel his member slide up and down inside, it felt good. She moaned and arched her back, her tongue lolling out. "MIKE!" She yelled out in ecstasy. Mike then pulled out, aiming at her face, he shot his sticky sperm. Springtrap made sure to get every single drop, she licked her breasts clean. Mike didn't see how she was going to get it off her face. Mike rested along the wall. He was exhausted. Springtrap then decided to pay Mike for what he did, she cupped her breasts in her hands and placed them on Mike's dick. Boob job? This is new, Mike thought. He just closed his eyes, letting out a small 'nnngh….' DING! DING! DING! "Fuck." Mike spoke, standing up, cleaning himself. He pulled up his pants, and re-did his belt. Springtrap cleaned herself off, she went to the restroom to wash off the semen. Mike cleaned the closet, and left the pizzeria. "Goodbye, Springtrap! See you on my next shift!"
6:07 PM-THURSDAY
Mike was awake, for he did not know why. "Who was that guy…?" He kept asking himself the same question. After entering Springtrap's memory, he could not sleep. That purple guy was always there in his mind. "It's all in your mind…" A grim voice said, Mike's eyes widened, looking to see who said that. He then saw what seemed to be a burnt Chica. "Chica, what happened to you?" Mike asked her, she said nothing. Her eyes became white. "What the shi-" She lunged at him, Mike screamed in fear. He started to hyperventilate, as he heard the door break down. He soon heard footsteps. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm being robbed, he thought. Mike didn't have any thoughts. He looked around for anything to use, he heard his door breakdown. "GET THE FUCK DOWN!" The man yelled, he had an ACP. 45 and it was pointed at his head. Mike backed up, "Please, please. Don't kill me. Take everything, just don't kill me." The man chuckled, "You little shit, you FUCKING stupid kid. I'll fucking pull this trigger. Your slutty mom cheated on me! You're not my son! You deserve to FUCKING DIE!" He yelled at him, Mike was now freaking out. He was about to die. The man walked around the house, before he pulled out a molotov cocktail, "When I shoot you, you'll burn with this fucking house." Mike closed his eyes, anger fueled in him. He wanted to bash this man's head into the wall. He stood up, the man aimed the gun at him. He didn't care if he got shot, he ran towards him. BANG! BANG! BANG! Three bullets in the stomach, he still ran. He disarmed the man, and grabbed his arm, smashing it on the wall. He then kicked the man in the stomach, causing him to wince. He grabbed his head, and smashed on the wall. "PLEASE! STOP!" The man begged, Mike didn't stop. He threw the man on the floor, grabbing a knife from the floor that must have belonged to the man. He threw the molotov at the wall, flames erupted. Mike continued to walk towards the man, his eyes became black with a white dot in the middle. He pushed the man to a wall. "I should fucking kill you. But no, I won't, I'll let you suffer. That's what you deserve." Mike pulled the knife to the man's throat, "Yeah, then why don't you?" he replied, Mike grinned. "Because you're not the type of loose end you leave untied" Mike slit the man's throat. Blood leaked from the wound. He walked out of the house, leaving the knife. Mike's eyes turned to normal, he watched his whole house turn to ash. He then felt the 3 gunshot wounds, blood poured. "I'm sorry, Katie, Springtrap, and everyone else. I'm sorry." Mike then blacked out.
10:20- THURSDAY
Katie got out of her car, immediately locking it. She ran inside the hospital. She stopped in front of a lady, panting. "Uh, yes, I'm looking for Mike Schmidt." She hoped he wasn't dead. "Room 304, 2nd Floor." Katie nodded, running towards the elevator. As she got inside, she tapped the DOOR button twice. Katie then tapped 3, the elevator went up. DING! The doors opened, and Katie bolted outside, looking for 304. She then found it and opened the door, horrified by the sight. There he was, Mike Schmidt. He had a bandage over his head, and his body had stitches. "Don't worry, babe. They already pulled out the bullets." He chuckled before wincing. Katie sat down in a chair, asking what happened. Mike explained what he saw when he woke up, and then told her about the robber. Katie covered her mouth with her hand. "You bashed the man's head against the wall and slit his throat?" She asked, Mike nodded. He then yelled out, "TV activate," Katie saw the TV turn on, "Play 'Spongebob Squarepants Season 1" Katie then saw the TV play Spongebob. She chuckled, shaking her head. "You sure you'll be okay?" She asked, getting ready to leave. "Babe, don't worry about me." Mike replied back as he heard the door close. He deserved a rest, he closed his eyes, going to sleep.
12:30- FRIDAY
The animatronics were waiting for Mike, "Freida, do you think he's coming?" Chica asked Freida, Freida shook her head. "Why do you say that?" She replied, Freida passed Chica a newspaper, Bonnie came to see.
WEASEL NEWS: "BRINGING NEWS YOU'LL LOVE AND HATE!"
Precisely at 6:10, gunshots were heard around Scott Cawthon Road, it was reported that the man was trying to kill someone known as Mike Schmidt, a nightguard who works at Freddy Fazbear's Starpizza. It is known that Mike Schmidt killed the man by slitting his throat, he will NOT be arrested because it was in self-defense. The man was known as Joseph Schmidt, an engineer who was sent to jail for threatening to murder his wife, Mary Schmidt.
Mike did suffer minor injuries, 3 gunshots to the stomach. He will live, it is said that his body seems to be repairing the wounds fast and that he'll be up and running at 5:30 PM.
Once again, this is Weasel News writer, Alex Wayford, signing off.
The girls were shocked, for them to know that the one who took care of them and didn't do anything to harm them, was hurt. "Freida, is it good that Mike killed the bad guy?" Bonnie asked, Freida sighed. "Dear, I can't tell." She placed her hands on her eyes, running to the other room crying. Springtrap heard the commotion, as she saw Chica and Bonnie throw away the newspaper. She walked silently towards the trash can, before picking up the newspaper and reading it. She placed her hand over her mouth. She walked off, with her head in a depressed manner.
I won't be able to hold them off. I see that it was too late to warn Mike. Listen, Mike needs to know. The man, Alex Wayford, is the son of the creator of Freddy Fazbera's Pizzeria. You must tell Mike to see him, he'll tell you everything. "Hey there, Steven! Are you ready for Freddy?" Oh god, he's already here. Remember, tell Mike! "Fuck off, Freddy!" This is Steven Jackson, the Phone Guy, signing off.
