Mike was walking to Pirate's Cove when a loud crash rang through the building. Immediately, he changed his course to the source of the sound. Looking into the room where the sound came from, he saw two people wearing black come in, the window shattered.

"Why are we even breaking in Fred? We have keys to the place," He heard one of the men say, and Mike recognized his voice as Bill.

"We can't let anyone know that Mike died because of our company. This way, people will think he died protecting the restaurant," The other man, Fred, replied. Mike ran back to the show stage, where Freddy and the others were staying.

"Guys! There are burglars here! My bosses are trying to kill me!" He whispered, shaking with fear. The three gasped, before running after Mike to the room where the two men were. Upon entering, the men gasped, and Mike stood defiantly before them.

"Leave, or it won't be pretty!" He yelled, glaring at them. They knew. They knew everything. They were the monsters. Fred laughed.

"So, you fixed their switch so their AI chips wouldn't turn off?" He asked, a smug look on his face.

"Yeah! Now you can't make them kill people anymore!" Mike retorted. Fred pulled out a remote, unfazed by the glares that were being thrown at him by the animatronics.

"You think I wouldn't plan for this?" He asked pressing a button The three band members gasped, and Mike turned to see them staring down at him with cold black eyes.

"Guys?" He questioned. They ignored him, and looked to Fred.

"You know what to do," he said with a smirk. They nodded, and grabbed Mike, Freddy and Chika each grabbing an arm, with Bonnie holding the rest of his body up.

"HELP!" Mike screamed, struggling fruitlessly, as they took him to the back room, past Pirate's Cove.

'You're going to die.'

"FOXY!" He called, noticing that the fox wasn't there.

'A man, dressed in purple, coming at him with a knife.

Running to Pirate's Cove, trying to get away.

A red fox protecting him, the man being led away by policemen.'

"Yer one of me crew Mikey, and a Captain always protects his crew."

"CAPTAIN!"

12:30am

Foxy hid in his cove, wishing that he too could get drunk, to drown his sorrow in alcohol until he forgot what he was sad about. Mikey probably hated him now, and who could blame him? He'd nearly killed the lad back in '87! He sighed, before jolting straight up at the sound of crashing coming from another room.

'The others'll take care of it.'

He was too scared to go after the burglars, too afraid that he would hurt them beyond repair after what he did to Mikey. He heard the sound of mechanical feet shuffle past him, but he didn't bother to look.

"FOXY!" He heard Mikey yell, voice full of fear. Foxy felt his fur stand on end, terrified.

'What is happening to Mikey?'

He opened the curtains and looked down the hall with a gasp, seeing Mikey struggling against the others who were black eyed and emotionless while taking him to the back to get stuffed.

"CAPTAIN!" Mikey screamed, and Foxy was pulled into a memory.

A man dressed in purple being led away by policemen, arm wrapped in gauze where it was slashed by a very particular hook.

A boy, no older than five, crying into his chest, terrified by how close he'd gotten to death.

"Yer me first mate Mikey, and I be your ol' Cap'n Foxy. If you're ever in trouble, just call your Cap'n!"

"Really? You'd protect me?"

"Yer one of me crew Mikey, and a Captain always protects his crew."

Foxy glared and ran at the others, roaring as he slammed into them, making them release their grip on Mikey.

"Mikey, get out of here! Find a way te stop 'em!" He yelled at the lad, and Mikey nodded, running out of the room. The voices were coming back now, yelling in the back of his head, but Foxy ignored him.

He was Captain Foxy, and a Captain alwaysprotects his crew.

He charged.

1:00am

Mike was terrified. He was running, hearing the sounds of a nasty battle behind him, trying to get to the other men. He ran into the room, smashing the door into the wall, surprising the both, and pounced on Fred. After a brief tussle, he was thrown off, landing on the ground with a thud.

"Boy, did you really think you could beat me?" Fred said with a laugh. The animatronics walked in, Foxy's battered form held in Freddy's arms. Fred sighed.

"Guess I have to fix him," He muttered. Mike smiled, and started to laugh. He laughed and laughed, until Bill yelled at him.

"What are you laughing about?!" He exclaimed. Mike got up, and held up something that made them both freeze in fear.

The remote!

Immediately, he turned the animatronic's AI chips back on, and then crushed the remote in his hand. Freddy set Foxy down.

"So guys, what do you think we should do with them?" Mike asked, a vicious smirk on his face. Freddy replied.

"I think we should give them a taste of what they did to the other night guards," He said, eyes narrowing at the people who had forced them to kill others for years. The others nodded.

"My thoughts exactly," Mike replied, smile widening to something fearsome, eyes flickering to black. Fred's eyes widened.

"You can't do this! It's illegal!" He exclaimed. Mike sighed, shaking his head.

"They didn't tell you? How irresponsible. Here, listen to this. It's kind of a legal thing," Mike began in a bored tone. "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced." Fred's eyes widened, along with Bill's.

"But, but, no.." Fred trailed off. Mike smiled.

"Yeah, they don't tell you that when you sign up," He finished, nodding to Freddy and the others. Freddy began walking toward Bill and Fred, along with Chika and Bonnie. "Oh, and I don't believe we've formally met," He said as the animatronics closed in on the two. He took off his hat and bowed mockingly, showing off his scars. "My name is Mike Schmidt," He began, before standing up straight and putting his hat back on, black eyes with blue pin-prick pupils staring at the two men who were shaking with fear, paralyzed. He watched as Freddy grabbed them, and they stared at him as he finished, before being dragged away.

"My friends call me Mikey."

2:00am

Two suits were pouring blood, creating red tears, and Mikey looked away, happy yet disgusted at the same time.

'Foxy!'

He remembered how still and lifeless the fox had looked in Freddy's arms, and ran to the room where he'd been set down. Grabbing his tools out, he set to work patching him up, fixing broken limbs, and a broken jaw. He sewed the torn patches of fur up, feeling a sense of deja vu as he did so.

"You know, you have to stop getting into situations like this," He started, oiling up rusty joints as he did so.

'Probably made it hard for him to fight.'

He winced, thinking about how difficult it must have been to move with old joints. "How many times am I going to have to fix you?" He pondered aloud.

'Shattered right eye.'

He quickly walked to the back room to find a new one. When he got back out, he pulled out the other eye and replaced it. He looked at his handiwork and flipped Foxy on.

3:00am

Nothing happened.

"The guys did quite a number on you, but I fixed you up, so stop being lazy and wake up, k?" Mikey's voice took on a hysterical edge.

'Can't be dead. Not possible!'

He shook Foxy slightly, watching as the head flopped around limply. "C'mon now Captain, nothing can keep you down, right?" The others were walking in now, scared, fear in their eyes as they watched him shake Foxy again. Tears formed in his eyes. "Foxy, dammit, wake up! You don't have the right to leave! Not again!" A few tears fell down his cheeks, but he ignored them, glassy eyes staring at dead yellow ones. "Dammit."

'I should've told him to run too! I should've stopped them sooner!'

Freddy and the others looked away. Mikey closed his eyes.

"Arrrgh, Mikey. Why the long face?" Mikey's eyes snapped open to yellow glowing eyes and a crooked grin with red fur. "Ye know Mikey, ye are a great mechanic," He continued "I feel good as new," Mikey didn't reply, and he remained frozen in shock. "Mikey?" Foxy asked, confused. Mikey slapped him across the face, and before Foxy could react, jumped onto him, wrapping him in a warm hug, burrowing into his chest fur.

"Don't you dare do that again, you ass." Mikey mumbled through fur. Foxy laughed softly.

"I won't. I wouldn't want to incur your wrath, now would I?" Foxy replied jokingly. Mikey just sighed, refusing to let go.

"Fuckin' asshole," He said, angry but so damn happy.

"Hey, this is a kid's restaurant mate. Watch your language," Foxy scolded. Mikey laughed. "Why'd you slap me?" Foxy asked.

I promised myself I'd slap whoever hurt me in the accident," Mikey replied before continuing on. "I love you," He said. Foxy smiled wide, eyes lighting up brighter than ever before.

"I've been waiting twenty years to hear you say that."

4:00am

After they hug fest was over, Mikey and the others went to the show stage.

"What's going to happen to us now?" Chika asked. Mikey scratched his head.

"I don't know. I guess this place'll go under new management," He replied, then smirked. "With supervision, of course." The others nodded. Mikey yawned. "I'm beat. I'll go take a nap. Wake me up before six, k?" Freddy nodded, and Mikey walked to his office. Freddy thought for a moment, frozen as he finally realized the situation.

It's over.

He wasn't going to be forced to kill people anymore, and he'd finally found a human friend who saved them, not to mention forgiving Foxy for '87.

He didn't have to be strong anymore.

For the first time in over thirty years, he didn't have to let others lean on him. For the first time in over thirty years, he didn't have to be the unbreakable rock in the group. Thought made his brain short for a moment as he tried to process. He was shaking now, a small rattling sound emitting from him. He fell to his knees.

"Freddy?" Bonnie questioned, fearful. Chika knew though. She always did. Her purple eyes softened as they locked onto his blue ones, and they sent a silent message.

'You can let go'

So, for the first time in over thirty years, Freddy cried.

4:30am

Foxy sat in his cove, content with his thoughts. Mikey didn't hate him anymore, and he finally loved him like his did those twenty years ago. He heard a sobbing noise outside, and he froze.

Freddy was crying.

He opened up the curtains and walked towards the show stage, eyes locked onto the shaking and sobbing figure in the middle of the room, Chika wrapping Freddy in a comforting embrace. Bonnie wasn't so straightforward, making his way in on his knees to wrap a light hug over Chika, rubbing Freddy's back somewhat awkwardly. Foxy hadn't seen Freddy cry in so long, he'd almost forgotten what it looked like. He thought back to when the last time he'd seen Freddy cry. It was when they first found out they were murdering people at night.

"FREDDY!" Chika screamed, voice shrill and terror filled. He and the others ran to where she was, and gasped at the sight.

A freddy suit was pouring blood out of it's eyes and mouth, not to mention everywhere else there was an opening.

"Holy shit!" Foxy exclaimed, jumping back as soon as he got over the shock. Freddy didn't even bother scolding him this time.

"Th..there's m… more in the back room!" Chika yelled, voice shaking. Bonnie walked up, his eyes darting around the room.

"This must be what happens to the night guards," He said, voice eerily calm, with an edge of hysteria on it.

"Yes, but who would do such a thing?" Freddy asked. Foxy froze as he came to a startling conclusion.

"We're the only ones here at night, and there are those times when we black out…" He trailed off. Chika's eyes widened.

"Oh my god, WE'RE THE MURDERERS!" She cried, voice echoing through the restaurant. Freddy backed up against the wall. Foxy screeched, pulling at his fur, tears streaming down his face. Bonnie fell to the floor, head in his hands, tears streaming down his face as well. Chika went to her knees sobs racking her entire body. Freddy looked like he was going to throw-up, a look of pure terror and disgust on his face as he sobbed loudly. They did this for over ten minutes, thinking of every guard who had died working the night shift. Finally, Bonnie spoke up.

"What do we do now?" He whispered. Freddy wiped away his tears, and his eyes froze like ice, a certain weight seeming to come over him, with a resoluteness he'd never had before.

"There's something making us do this, right?" He asked. Everyone nodded. A cold edge took to his voice, changing him into something old, something aged with deaths that lay on his head.

"So now we fight it."

Freddy had been different since that day. He always put others before himself, like he was trying to take their sins away from them so he could carry them alone. So, to see him now, finally letting himself look hurt in front of the others, finally letting all of the emotions he'd held within himself out, was a wonderful thing. Foxy sighed in serenity. He realized something. For the first time since '87, he was feeling something he never felt before.

He was truly happy.

5:30am

Mikey felt a hand gently nudging him, trying to get him to wake.

"Five more minutes mom," He mumbled, getting comfortable again in his… chair? His eyes snapped open to see a very surprised Chika staring at him with her arm outstretched to him.

"I'm flattered that you'd think of me as a mother, Mikey," She said, blushing. Mike laughed.

"Well, you're quite the mother hen," He replied with a sly smirk. She turned beet red, and he laughed once more, the laugh that was a child's laugh, sweet and innocent. He started to clean up the office, since he finally had the time to. Chika helped him a bit, before leaving five minutes to six. He finished.

6:00am

He walked out with a smile on his and a spring in his step that he hadn't felt in years. He walked to his car and yelled "WOOHOO!" The cleaning crew stared at him oddly, not used to seeing the night guards so happy before their fifth night was over.

"You ok?" One of them asked.

"Never better!" Mikey exclaimed, practically jumping into the air with joy. He could feel everyone's eyes burning into him as he got into his car, but he didn't care

Damn, did he love his job.

Ok, before you people go all crazy, THE "I LOVE YOU" THAT MIKEY SAID TO FOXY WAS NOT ROMANCE. IT WAS FRIENDSHIP! Do you SEE romance as a genre? No? Well, that's fucking why! People who pair up a robotic animal to a human being have issues. GROSS! Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter, and the next chapter will be the last. However, I am thinking of making a series of one-shots about this fic, so keep a look out for it. See ya!
~Kitkat1003