I'm back~!

Sorry for the hiatus, I've been busy and I've had little inspiration to finish things these days! But I'm back to finish this! All of the chapters are finished and I will start posting chapters every other day! With that being said, I hope you all enjoy!

I own NONE of the characters! They all belong to Scott Cawthon!

P.S. I would also like to apologize for the short chapter...

Mike Schmidt had always thought about what has happened in his past.

His thoughts have never wandered to his childhood or memories with his parents. Those times were cherished and he never had any bad recollections from it. He remembered things that made him feel the opposite of good, things he really didn't want to recall. But things that he was forced to remember.

Chica.

It had been a little under three months since he was being chased down by the chicken. It was amazing how Shaffy reached in to save him in the nick of time. Although he was grateful about being rescued, he also felt a little upset that he was the only one that was taken out of Chica's madhouse.

He wished he could find a way to save the others.

"Mr. Schmidt…"

Mike blinked back into reality. He was sitting in the dining room of the Shadows' house. Next to him was BB, who had called him.

The little boy's eyes were devoid of any sort of joy or childish wonder. He was staring down at the tuna fish salad sandwich he was eating with sadness and slight animosity. He tore through the meal, ripping the bread off the top into little pieces before placing them to the side. BB was not a picky eater so this sight must have meant that something was on his mind.

"What's…" Mike's blue eyes shifted around awkwardly, just now recalling that they were home alone.

The Shadows had left to go shopping a few minutes prior and they planned to be back with some tacos for dinner. It was just the two humans by themselves.

"What's on your mind?"

"Do…" the child looked up at the man, his big blue eyes giving a look of hopelessness and sadness. "Do you think the others are ever coming back?"

The adult looked at him worriedly. "What makes you think that Billy?"

"Well...it's been months since I've seen any of the others and...I really wanna see them again." BB turned back to Mike and asked with a hint of anger in his voice. "Are they really on vacation or is everyone trying to hide the fact that...they're gone?"

Mike bit his lip softly. "...gone how?"

"Like…" he wiped his eyes harshly and Mike saw a few stray tears slip down his face. "I don't know!" he lowered his head on his arms and softly added. "...like they didn't want me anymore…"

The man had no clue what to say.

He had never experienced anything like this before when he was a kid. Sure, his parents would leave him with cousins or his grandma in his younger years but that was it. Even then, they were only gone for a weekend, a week at most. They would always come back, give him hugs and kisses, tell him that they missed him and he felt the same. He just truly felt loved.

However, Billy was different. Not only did the child not have any biological parents but his adopted family basically abandoned him. Sure they had good reason to, they were trapped in the old Freddy's with a madwoman. But the child had no knowledge of this. And everyone wanted to keep it that way.

But what was the point of it all if it was going to make BB feel this bad?

And it was because of this that he was starting to feel invalid. Like no one loved him and they were just pushing him onto other people in order for them to do other things. Mike could see the feeling eating away at the little boy and it made him feel so heartbroken and sad.

But he had to stay strong for the both of them.

"BB…" Mike finally spoke up.

The vendor sniffled before turning to the man with tears in his eyes. "Huh?"

"Don't you ever say that." he adjusted himself in the chair before grabbing Balloon Boy's face. He gently wiped his tears away as he added. "You're a great kid and the others love you. They're just...really busy is all…"

"But…" BB sniffled. "Mr. Shaffy said that they went on vacation…"

"They were." Mike said. "But now they're busy with some top secret work."

"When will they be back?"

"I...can't really say an exact date but...when they get back, they'll make it up to you."

Billy smiled hopefully. "Really Mr. Schmidt?"

"Truly~!" the man smirked. "I promise."

"Pinky promise?" the boy pulled out the mentioned finger.

Mike nodded, doing the same and intertwining their fingers together. "Pinky promise."