Chapter 10: A New Day

A/N: So, this is the last chapter of my fanfic. I thank Allah for helping me out and I would like to extend thanks to you guys for taking your time to read! It's finally completed and so it is over with a new day dawning. But don't think this is the end for our beloved characters! Read and find out their fates!

"A new day dawns and I cast my sins back into the night. Forgive me for what I have done to you."

"Freddy! Why are you doing this? This isn't like you! What happened?" Foxy whimpered as she dragged herself up.

"What happened? What happened?!" Freddy roared tossing his head towards Foxy."For ten years we spent rotting away in some scrapheap because of 'possible malfunctions'. We awake to find out we've been replaced by the crap models and then you get beaten by this thing!"

Freddy pointed an angry finger at Mike who promptly took a step back.

"Why, you should have attacked him upon first seeing him! In fact, the humans aren't even worthy! All I see is them just throwing away what's fixable!"

"Freddy, calm your-" Mike began to say, but was cut off by another roar from Freddy.

"Calm myself? Calm myself?! CALM MYSELF!"

Freddy lunged right at Mike who was frozen in fear. He closed his eyes awaiting the same fate as his mother, or worse. Yet that never came. Instead, when he opened them, Mike saw Foxy had somehow wrapped herself around Freddy. Freddy held Foxy's opened jaws at bay, but was struggling against the repeated assaults. This was it! Mike had to find the device while Freddy was distracted. Then it would all be over.

Back in the kitchen, Jeremy studied the device resting on his palm. What could the 'Purple Guy' been hoping to do? Jeremy sighed as e racked his brain for his most hated memories. The nights leading up to the Pizzeria's closing had to contain clues. Anything that could help him. Wait, purple was in the person's name. He saw a purple Freddy in the Parts and Services room a few times. Also, didn't purple have a relation to reverence? And it was also Mr. Fazbear's favorite color. That would mean…

Jeremy's thought was cut off by an echoing roar.

"What was that?" The officer exclaimed.

"That would be Freddy, and sounds like he found something he didn't like," Jeremy muttered. He shoved the device into his pocket where the others were and began running. The others followed him.

"It sounded like it came from Kids Cove!" Bonnie shouted. He tripped over pieces of forgotten toys while Chica and the officer just went over them.

Jeremy didn't respond. He was too focused on getting to Mike.

"Oh God, don't let him be hurt or killed!" Jeremy muttered as he closed in on Kids Cove.

Time seemed to slow for Jeremy as he stormed into the Cove. He saw a sight that terrified him.

Freddy was rubbing his head and looking around in confusion. That was hopefully the good part since the robots were confused after the device was removed. Foxy was hovering over the crumbled form of Mike. A trail of blood leading to where he was lying. Jeremy barely noticed the arrival of the others as ran to Foxy. Pushing her aside, Jeremy stood over Mike examining for wounds.

His hand, or what had been his hand, was nothing more than a mangled mess. Fingers were either bent or missing entirely. Blood was plastered all over it. White bone was protruding out of the skin. Mike, himself, was holding his hand and staring in shock.

"What happened?" Freddy asked as he stood over Mike and Jeremy. Upon seeing Mike's bloody hand, Freddy shouted, "HOLY PIZZA WHAT HAPPENED?"

Jeremy didn't respond, he was shocked by the situation. He had never given any actual thought to learning any practical medical skills. If they didn't do something soon then Mike's hand would have to be cut off. Something he didn't want to do.

"Outta the way ya ladies! Apparently none of you took a class in medicine and surgery. Now you're all confused," the officer grumbled as he pushed everyone aside and leaned in to take a look at the hand."Tiss is bad. Really bad."

Jeremy narrowed his eyes at the officer. Of course it was bad if bone was sticking out of Mike's hand!

"Hmm, if I remember correctly there isn't much we can do about the bone, unless we just force it back in, but that could cause issues. We could wrap a bandage around it. However, it would have to be at the wrist to slow blood flow so he won't lose too much blood."

Jeremy mentally slapped himself. Why didn't he think of that?

"Serious, what happened?" Freddy asked. He was waving his paw-hands around trying to get their attention, but Jeremy and the officer didn't pay any heed. Foxy, however, stood up.

"Someone hacked us Freddy."

Freddy stood still, closing his eyes. So that what happened.

"Let me guess, Mike and you tried to fix me and I ended up hurting him."

"I had to wrap myself around you to prevent you from crushing Mike Freddy. He dove in to yank a device off, but you managed to get both of us off. Once again, you tried crushing Mike and I had to distract you. If Mike didn't hold onto you and pushed his own hand down into your suit to get the device you would still be in a state of confusion Freddy."

"And in the process Mike's hand was mangled?"

"Yes."

"Then allow me to call for help," Freddy said. Upon saying that, his built in emergency radio contacted a new by hospital called Mercy.

"What to use for the bandage?" The officer placed a hand under his chin trying to think.

"Are you really that dense?" Jeremy eyed the officer. He grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and ripped it off. He then handed it to the officer who snitched it.

Moments later and a piece of blue fabric was snugly wrapped around Mike's wrist. During the entire time he just simply kept staring at mangled hand in shock.

"Why isn't he hollering in pain? Blood loss, perhaps," Jeremy thought.

Then the sounds of sirens brought a smile to Jeremy's face. Finally, help was on the way. Shortly after, paramedics arrived and stopped at the entrance to Kids Cove. They stared at the animatronics. Jeremy could only guess they had heard of the rumors that once circulated around the animatronics.

"Don't worry! They won't stuff ya!" The officer chuckled. The paramedics just shot him a dirty look as if they had suffered the man's jokes before.

However, they hesitantly hurried over to Mike. They didn't ask questions instead rolling him over onto a stretcher. Mike didn't protest any making the process go faster than it would have if he had been hollering in pain.

"I'm going to enjoy my evening," the officer muttered as the paramedics took Mike away.

"Why Mr. Officer?" Bonnie asked.

"Name's Jack and because I have to do a buttload of paperwork explaining what happened. Yay!" The officer sarcastically clapped.

"Well, thanks for helping. I've got plans for these guys," Jeremy placed a hand on Jack's shoulder.

The Fazbear gang all tiled their heads at what Jeremy said. "What plans?" Their stares asked.

"To put you guys back on the Show Stage," Jeremy grinned.

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Mike groaned. He felt like he was on a cloud in Heaven and he had just eaten a mountain of Heresy bars. Mike swore he had the strangest dream that the Fazbear Animatronics, the Toy ones, tried to kill him and Jeremy after they recovered them from a junkyard.

Mike slowly opened his eyes to bright light. He brought up his left hand and began rubbing his eyes. Huh, why did it feel like thick cloth? And where were his fingers?

Slowly, he remembered what happened. It wasn't a dream and during the fight against Freddy, he had shoved his hand down into his suit to yank the device out. His hand must have gotten stuck on something because he left something that amounted to a metal gear crushing his hand. Yet, despite the pain, he tore the device out.

Now his left hand was gone, or at least most of his fingers. His hand was wrapped in a white bandage and two fingers, his middle and thumb, were clad in white.

Mike took a moment to observe his surroundings. It was just a regular hospital room. Two beds facing each other. A few tables with flowers and a TV set. Bathroom to relive one's self. A window showing the cityscape and the sun blazed red as it slowly crept out of the horizon.

"Well shit. Wonder how long I was out," Mike thought outloud. He heard thrashing in the bed across from him and heard soothing words.

"What's wrong, Mikey?"

What? It couldn't be!

"Mom?"

"Yes Mikey, it's me," Hope struggled to rise and only managed to rest her back against the wall still lying in bed.

Mike's jaw dropped. Joy overflowed him. He wanted to jump out of the bed and hug her, but he noticed something. All around her head and covering one eye was a white bandage. Her other blue eye was staring at Mike, tears running down.

"You're ok? But I the doctors said-"

"The doctors were mistaken. After taking another look, my brain is perfectly fine. Just that my skull was compressed. The skull is a lot harder than what we thought it was huh, Mikey?"

"But what about your eye?" Mike pointed a finger on his right hand at Hope's covered eye.

"That… was ripped out. Don't worry though! I still have the other and even if that one goes out I have my hearing!"

Mike smiled. His mother was always so positive no matter what the situation.

"So, huh, how long have you been awake?"

"Just after your last visit a little over than a week ago."

Mike's eyes widen.

"I've been out for a week?!"

"Yep. You lost so much blood that you just fell into La-La land. The docs were surprised that they didn't have to completely cut off the hand. However, I'm just glad you're fine. Oh, Jeremy has also been coming by to check on you! Such a sweet man he is."

"Mom!" Mike groaned. Did she really had to say he was a sweet man? Jeremy always took away his mags!

"Oh hush," Hope chuckled, "it's not like I find him attractive or even a hint of feeling towards him. Just that he's better than some of the men I met."

Mike just groaned, "Why?"

"Why what Mike?" Jeremy said as he closed the door. Mike's and Hope's heads rotated to lay their eyes upon Jeremy.

"Why did you have to talk with my mom!"

"To bring her up to speed on what had happened. You would be surprised at how well she took it all in."

"Oh, I wouldn't, but what has happened over the last week?"

"Well, I've been keeping the animatronics locked up in case the devices implanted a backup program in case of failure. So far nothing and I have been looking into starting a business of my own, with them as our mascots! Of course, we have to change their names as not to arouse suspicion, but yeah, at least they can get a new start without people casting judgment."

"And you didn't object to any of this?" Mike turned his head to his mother.

"No, why would I judge a person if they were forced to do it?"

Mike shook his head, smiling, His mom was kind to a fault, but that what made her, her.

"Once you two are all healed up and the docs give the boot, we can find a place to start. Also, the officer, name's Jack Mike so I no jokes, got fired and his parents are rich. If we don't give him a job, he'll sue. So, expect to see another prankster around. Anyways, I got to go. I have an appointment with someone to take a look at a place in Raccoon City. Not too far from here so hopefully we can get things started. Bye!"

Mike and Hope said their goodbyes as Jeremy walked out of the room. Hope then turned her head towards the rising sun. Mike did the same, smiling. This was a new day for not only them, but for others as well. Perhaps one day, dreams shall become a reality. For now, they shall rest. A new day had dawned.

A/N: It's over! *Sobs* I hope you liked the ending. Nothing really exciting, but the chapter wasn't intended to be one. Yes, I know. You expected a epic fight with Freddy who would shoot laser beams out of his eyes and use his hyper intelligence to beat everyone. Well, too bad. *Troll face.*

But who said this would be the last we see of them? Maybe they could make a cameo in future stories.

ZombieSlayers: Yes, shit did get real with Mike's hand getting Mangled.

VolcanicPizza: This was just a simple story. Though there's clues to whom I think is the Killer. As for the color, I did not notice that. Thanks for pointing that out! Also, the animatronics likely would have just ripped them apart and the hacker could be anyone.

There's also a trailer for the next story if you guys are interested! It takes place after the events of XCOM: Enemy Within with elements of the Long War mod and a few other things. Here's the trailer!

The Tv turns on, frizzing to life. The dirty, burnt face of a young blonde standing on a balcony overlooking a burning city was on the image. In the skies, circular, silver-blue objects rained green blobs of plasma into the city. Above them were blue hexes that descended down in the horizon. The sounds of gunfire and plasma exchanging fire and the various screams of both human and alien echoed throughout the city.

"We are here at Raccoon City where the aliens have gone on a massive killing spree. Any attempts at communication have failed and their only intent seems to be one of murder and mayhem. The military forces stationed here are hopelessly outgunned and no one is safe."

The man holds up a finger and then places it on his ear.

"Uhh, we are getting reports of four heavily armed soldiers bearing no marking of any nation fighting against the aliens with weapons and body armor the likes of which have never been seen. We are also getting reports of aliens fighting against each other and sometimes even fighting with humans. Perhaps there is hope yet."

"And you shall never have it."

The camera turns to a being clad in midnight black robes floating into the room. The soldiers inside open fire, but the being's four, thin arms shoot out like lighting form a purple disk. Each bullet was caught and reflected back to the soldiers. All fell down to the floor, blood pooling around them.

"Now is the time to die."

"Yeah, for you."

Both the being and the camera trained themselves on a new person, a human. Its face was covered by a helmet with black armor. A regular assault rifle was pointed at the being.

"So, how do you want to do this?"

The being charged with hands outstretched, energy pooling into its palms.

"Alright then!"

The human roared and pulled out a knife as it to charged.