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Sorry, I died for a while...

And my phone was stolen...

And then the internet failed...

And then I was grounded...

Just a lot of crap... And then the book and Sister Location and everyone was talking about Williams and Michaels, or One ending vs. Another...And so many Exotic Butters.

Well, if anyone's out there I'll explain a few things about my AU...

This doesn't deal with fnaf sister location or the book or we'll be here all day. This is only based on the first three games.

Vincent was a man who was clinically depressed as well as psychotic and was so detached from reality he wanted to "keep" all the children there forever. It started in 1978, when he was 20 and he never stopped. His first kill was Mike and her friends and he remembers her which is why he is a bit obsessed with her and likes her so much despite the fifteen year age gap.

The Puppet stuffed the kids into the costumes, while Mike had her screaming breakdown, which is why they haunted them. The animatronics don't remember what Vincent looks like or even if he's still alive so what happens next, we don't know.

Well, I'd feel bad with nothing but an author's note, so...

Let's go!


Mike calmed down at home eventually. She wasn't that upset, it just scared her to see how menacing he got, nearly as bad as the first night at the pizzeria. That's why she ran, she was scared he might do something irreversible.

She didn't want to go back but she really didn't want to be fired for skipping a night. So she called Vincent.

"Hello?" His deep voice came across to her.

"Oh, Vincent! It's me Mike!"

"I was sleeping...Were you trying for a booty call?"

"VINCENT!"

"I'm joking..." He got up, cracking his neck.

"Well, I had to leave, um, work...I was late and you know, if you're late they kill you, ya know?" She led quickly. "Could you and Fritz cover for me? Please? Like, just get my punch out card please?"

"Of course, sweetie. Now," he purred. "I wanted to ask you something..."

"Ugh, what?"

"Did you enjoy yourself?" He whispered suggestively.

"I-I actually had a good time..." Mike admitted. "Probably, because you're so mature..."

"Well, of course I am...I'm going back to sleep but how about another date?"

"That..." She blushed. "That actually sounds nice...Sure."

"Great! How about tomorrow night?"

"Sounds good..."

"Good night, Michelle...oh, and...Mikey?"

"What?"

"It took me years to find perfection. And I'll never let you go." Vincent purred in an even deeper voice. "Goodbye."

"Uh...uh...bye?"

She hung up and sank into the soft couch. She felt a lot better.


Foxy sat in "The Corner of Shame", looking at the wall angrily.

"Ready to apologize?" Freddy asked, receiving the finger in return. "You can't pout forever!"

"Hm!"

"Stop acting like a victim!" Chica came up behind them.

"I'm just worried about her!"

"No, you're worried because she won't stay here forever." Chica said sadly. "Because shell die, or well get destroyed, or something shitty will happen and she won't be here anymore..."

"Chica has a point." Bonnie added. "If she ever leaves us...We won't have anyone to talk to..." Foxy hid his anger.

"It's not just that! You don't understand!" Foxy shot up. "She's important we're she should want to be here! We're her friends! We're closer to her than whoever she was with! FUCK THAT!"

"You're taking it personally-"

Foxy shoved Bonnie down. "No shit! I miss people talking to me like a normal fucking person! I miss being alive! She's our only way- our only way out, assholes!"

He growled shoving past them. I don't understand! I don't want to be alone!


Mike came in, Saturday afternoon to pick up her check. But on her way there, she froze and saw the closed off room once more. Not that many people were around so she decided to sneak in. The room was still musty, something wet squelching under her sneakers, letting a nasty odor. Spiderwebs were building up and there was police tape around the place as well bottles of bleach and a few neglected cleaning supplies.

And in the middle of , Foxy...depressed, and slumped over.

"Foxy, I-I...I'm sorry..."

No answer.

"You...I mean...I didn't mean-"

Silence.

"Why did you hit me?"

Only water dripping.

"What did I do?"

Foxy stood slowly, but didn't face her. "I'm sorry..." He spoke quietly. "I was upset about you not...not being here...It's lonely..."

"I'm sorry..."

"You best leave quickly 'fore anyone sees ye, or hears, all right?" He still wouldn't face her. "We'll see you Monday..."

"I-okay...I'll see you then...Bye..."

Mike was about to leave but rushed over, hugging him. "I forgive you..."