Chapter 11

Mike knew he was getting paranoid. It had been a week or two since his last night mare and he still had trouble figuring out what was real or not. Everytime he entered the pizzeria he wasn't sure if he was dreaming. Then there was the fact that his mother had been missing for the last two months. At first he figured that she must have left with some of her friends for a weekend trip or something, but after not seeing her for more than a week he started to get worried. Though when he tried to go and report her missing he had been so sleep deprived that the officer must have thought him a junkie as well. Despite the fact that he was worried Mike was a bit busy trying to gather his thoughts.

After nearly three months of hellish nightmares Mike wasn't really sure what to do now that they were gone. Mike was now in his senior year of highschool, though he really didn't care that he had started nearly a week ago. While he went through the motions of school Mike wasn't really there. While he did try to focus, and speak to his friends it wasn't like he could tell them

"Hey everyone, you know that pizzeria that we've all been to at some point? Well it's haunted by a ton of ex-employees who were brutally killed. Oh and I have no proof to any of my claims."

His friends had noticed a change in Mike but they were sure that it probably had to do with his mother missing. They stuck by his side but despite their efforts they knew that Mike was pretty troubled.

It was the animatronics however that didn't know how to react to Mike. After a few weeks of uncontrollable nightmares Mike had tried to stop coming to the pizzeria all together. Marionette, however wouldn't be having any of that. After nearly losing Jeremy the puppet had promised himself that he would never let things get that far ever again and had casted a spell that brought Mike to the pizzeria every night as soon as the pizzeria closed. As an extra measure the puppet had sent Foxy during the day to keep an eye on Mike. The puppet would turn Foxy human, for a few hours until night fell to which Foxy would return to being an animatronic.

Mike hadn't noticed Foxy hiding in his closet, though Mike would admit to having felt like something was watching him if anyone had asked him. During the last few months Mike had done his best to avoid them all, though as soon as the clock his 12 he could help himself from sleeping.

The animatronics had tried to help Mike as best as they could. Freddy would send Mike home with clean clothes that Foxy had brought, meanwhile Bonnie would try and keep Mike clean. With wet rags the bunny animatronic would do his best to wash away any grime. It was Chica however that seemed the most determined to try and keep him at ease as he dreamed. She hold him in his sleep and try her best to sooth him when he cried out. However as soon as he woke up Chica would be greeted by screams, kicks, and the occasional profanity. Still Chica tried each night to do anything she could.

However Chica wasn't all that sure if they could really do anything to help him.

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As another day came to an end the animatronics of Freddy Fazbear's pizza kept themselves busy as they waited for Mike to come. Foxy had just come back from a day of keeping tabs on Mike and was trying to get some time with Felix before the puppet's spell wore off and made him metal once more. Felix was now nine months and much to the animatronics delight was crawling around the entire pizzeria.

"Do you want to play with your cups?" Foxy asked playfully as he helped his son separate paper cups and organized them by color.

"Ups" Felix mumbled as he tried to take the cups apart with his teeth. "Da!" Felix called out as he handed a cup to his father.

"Oh for me, why you shouldn't have." Foxy took the cup only to have the cup taken back by Felix.

"Da my up!"

"Forgive me laddy I didn't know that this was your cup."

Freddy watched Father and son exchange the cup back and forth and for the first time in months felt that things weren't so terrible. Still Freddy was worried. Why had Mike and Jeremy had these nightmares to begin with and would Felix ever have them? The mere thought of Felix having these same dreams terrified the bear. How could Freddy ever look the boy in the eye, and worst was the thought of Felix having a dream of his own father killing him. Over and over again.

As soon as Mike came in Freddy's train of thought drifted towards the present. "Evening Mike, how are you?" Even though Freddy knew that Mike wouldn't answer him he asked any way.

The only one Mike greeted was Felix who was now sitting on Foxy's metal lap. "Hey Felix, how goes it."

Felix squealed as he saw Mike and lifted his arms up demanding to be carried. For a moment Mike hesitated as he looked at Foxy but soon picked up the baby and bounced him on his hip. After several seconds Mike handed Felix back to Foxy before wordlessly walking to the office. The two were quiet until Bonnie and Chica emerged from back stage.

"Is Mike here yet?" Bonnie asked "I found some blankets in the lost and found, and I thought that maybe he'd want to lean his head on them."

"He's in the office, but he's not in a very talkative mood. I'd wait until he falls asleep." Freddy walked over to Foxy and Felix before placing his hat on top of Felix's head. "There you go" Freddy said as he watched Felix smile before tossing the hat off. As Freddy was about to pick Felix up, Freddy was able to see a look of surprise on the three animatronics. He turned around to what they were staring at when he saw Mike.

"Freddy can I talk to you?"

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Mike really didn't want to talk to any of the animatronics. In fact if he had it his way Mike would have spent the night sleeping in his own bed. Now that it had been two entire weeks since his last nightmare Mike was starting trust sleep again. Still despite his nightmares seeming to be over Mike couldn't help but think about them all the time, and it wasn't just because of the painful memories of the dream but something else. The only problem was Mike couldn't name what it was.

Mike sat in the corner of the office in the swivel chair as he waited for Freddy to make himself more comfortable. The two were quick as they each seemed to size each other up. Mike had noticed how Freddy was trying yet failing to hide how happy he was that Mike had wanted to talk to him.

Freddy did notice how uneasy Mike was and tried to make himself seem less threatening by sitting on the floor of the office. "You wanted to speak to me?"

Mike took a breath remembering that this wasn't a dream. "I just had some questions and I knew you'd be the one to answer them." He felt himself start to panic for no foreseeable reason and wondered if it had been a good idea at all to talk to Freddy.
"Michael, breath." Freddy said gently "Your okay, you can take your time."

Mike nodded but tried not to look at the animatronic before him. "I just wanted to know what you did with the bodies."

Freddy moved uneasily as if the question had made him physically uncomfortable. "Michael do you really want to talk about that? It's almost 12, do you really want to fall asleep with-"

"I don't have those dreams anymore Freddy" Mike huffed "I still dream about what you guys did, but these dreams aren't like the others. It's like the dreams you get after watching a scary movie. I guess you could call these after dreams or something." Mike shook his head and laughed "There still rather messed up but they definitely haven't been the same. It's not like I'm living them anymore."

"This is great!" Freddy exclaimed he got up quickly "Michael, you did it you made it through. This is great, I'll go get the others-"

"Just because I've stopped dreaming doesn't mean i want to see any of you." Mike sneered "Y-you all killed me, or at least those guards. All those dreams were real. Everything that happened in those dreams really did happen here." Mike felt himself shiver with both rage and sadness. "They had families Freddy, some of them even had kids, some of them were kids; and you guys just killed them all."

"Michael you don't understand. We really didn't know. Are programming was faulty"

"Really Freddy? Your going to blame this on bad programming. You know what's faulty programing? An accidental curse word, a twitch arms, killing people isn't bad programing Freddy. It's murder."

Freddy tried to keep his voice call as he defended himself "I know Michael, nothing can ever excuse what we did. But you have to believe me when I say that we didn't mean to hurt anyone."

Mike put his hand up "I really, really don't want to hear your excuses. I just want to know what you did with the bodies. Did you burn them, bury them, flush em down the goddamn toilet?" When Freddy said nothing Mike snapped "What the FUCK did you put them?"

The outburst caught Freddy off guard who didn't say anything before getting up and leaving. There were many things Freddy could take, a child puking on him, nearly being blown to bits by a bad magic trick, but when Mike had looked at him with such hate filled eyes Freddy knew that nothing he said would ever change the boys mind. The other seemed to wait eagerly for Freddy as they all waited for him in the dining hall.

"Did you guys talk? Bonnie asked excitedly as he continued to fold the blanket he had found and then unfolded it.

"Did he fall asleep already?" Chica asked as she started to walk towards the office.

Freddy shook his head "He's awake, and I have the feeling that he isn't in the mood to talk."

"Well we can't leave the lad on his lonesome. Come on my little potato lets go check up on your old uncle."

"Foxy I don't think that's such a good idea." Freddy sat down, and examined the pizzeria's floors. Despite how much wear and tear the restaurant had Freddy had always noticed how clean the floors always where. It took him a while to realize that the morning crew always mopped the floors extra good was just in case of blood having found it's way out. "Michael and I talked, but it wasn't a very pleasant conversation."

"What the lad ask about?" Foxy asked nervously

Freddy sighed and let his face fall into his hands. "He asked about the bodies. And what we did with them."

The group was silent except for Felix who was still entertaining himself with Freddy's hat. after a while Chica spoke up.

"So did you tell him about the second tunnel?"

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Marionette watched with pride as Jeremy attempted to take his first steps. Despite how much the boy was struggling the puppet smiled as Toy Bonnie and Toy Freddy stood next to him for support as the boy tried to move his feet.

"I think he's really getting it." Toy Freddy smiled as Jeremy placed a foot down, only to have it slip from underneath him.

"Fred" The puppet said clearly annoyed "Can you stop talking and help Jeremy. Like Bonbon is doing?"

Toy Freddy's smile faded but he nodded "Okay Marionette I'll be quite."

The puppet sighed but continued to watch Jeremy. Over the last few months Jeremy's progress was better than he could ever had hoped for. He could control his body once more and was even moving around by crawling. Despite how far Jeremy had come the puppet wasn't satisfied with his progress. As far as his verbal recovery had come the puppet couldn't help but grow more frustrated each day. From what he could hear the boy was trying to talk, but the noises that came from his mouth was just that, noise.

Marionette turned his attention from Jeremy when he heard a familiar sound of tin hitting the floor. "Foxy, what a pleasant surprise." The puppet smiled as the fox came closer revealing his sleeping baby. "And you've brought the little one. My, my aren't we feeling social."

Foxy grunted "I've only brought Felix casue Bonnie's been trying to get my little potate to call him daddy.

The puppet smiled and was about to say something to bother the fox when the rest of the animatronics crowded around the baby.

"Oh he's getting so big." Toy Chica cooed "How old?"

Foxy held his son protectively knowing how the toys, just like their older counterparts would try to take his son."Nine months-"

"Let me get a good look at you." Toy Bonnie smirked as he stealthily snatched the baby from Foxy. "Come on, Uncle Bonbon will show you where your birthday party is going to be."

"Hey!" Foxy called out to deaf ears as the toys took Felix to another part of the pizzeria. "Jerks"

"Oh come on Foxy, they're just happy to see the baby. After all they had to wait so long to see him."

"Because I knew that they'd take him!"

"You mean like they just did?"

Foxy grumbled as he crossed his arms. "I hope you haven't told them that he's having his birthday party here. Chica and the others already have everything planned out."

The puppet smiled wickedly, "What me? Oh I wouldn't dream about planning to have the little darling's party here."

Foxy rolled his eyes but sat himself close to Jeremy who stared at the fox with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Despite the fact that Foxy and the others had come often over the summer this hadn't helped Jeremy remember them all that much. "I've come to talk to you about other things besides Felix's birthday."

"Really, what about?"

"It's Mike, he's okay, but according to Freddy Mike told him that he stopped having the nightmares."

"Really?" The puppet said ecstatically "That's fantastic."

Foxy nodded slowly "Well it is good news, except that Mike doesn't want to talk to us."

"Give it time," The puppet said as he waved his hand. "The boy is probably weary from his hellish dreams. How long has it been since his last dream?"

"From what we know it's been two weeks. We didn't know that he stopped having them because he feel asleep most nights like he usually does, and when he did wake up his reaction was pretty normal."

"You mean he woke up screaming?"

Again Foxy nodded his head. "But now that the dreams have stopped he's started to ask us all the same question. About what happened to the bodies."

The puppet looked at Foxy as he hovered over Jeremy. "And you've told him?"

Foxy shook his head. "No… I mean I know we probably should-"

"No you shouldn't" The puppet said sternly "Mike has been through enough, he needs time to regain his footing. He doesn't need to know everything just yet."

"But he's already seen everything. How can we just lie to him, after everything he's been though. If anything those horrid dreams gives him all the more right to know."

"Foxy, do you really think it's a good idea? Mike doesn't know about his mother's death, or the fact that he is Felix's uncle. Do you really think that telling him about the bodies is a good idea in the least."

Foxy shrugged and flinched as Jeremy began to try and climb on him. "Marionette control your guard!"

"Meh, he won't hurt you." The puppet said lazily "Besides it's good practice for you, your going to have a toddler on your hands soon."

"Toddlers aren't this big!" Foxy groaned as Jeremy, who managed to knock down the fox and sat on him.

As Jeremy smiled, clearly pleased that he at conquering his new chair the puppet only watched. "Good work Jeremy, Foxy does make a nice seat doesn't he." The puppet laid down next to them and laughed gently "I would have thought that the great Captain Foxy would have had a better chance against a human."

Foxy's ears flattened "Oh and what am I suppose to do? Knock him over?"

"Excuse me?" A hostile robotic voice asked from above. "I better not be hearing any threats to Jeremy!" Mangel growled.

"Ay I'm the one being threatened right now." Foxy spounted defensively as Jeremy continued to sit on the animatronic. Foxy would admit that even though Jeremy wasn't all that heavy it wasn't very comfortable to be sat upon. "Can someone get him off?"

"Sure" Bonbon said as he bounced along with Felix on his shoulders. "Just give us the baby and I'll get Jeremy off of you."

Foxy grumbled and tapped his fingers on the ground impatiently. "I'll just keep him on me." Even though Foxy wanted the boy to get off of him he found himself unable to become angry with Jeremy. So instead of trying to escape him Foxy made himself as comfortable as possible for the boy and watched the boy fall asleep. Only then did Foxy pick up the large boy and walk him over to the prize corner and place him in the puppets box. "Sweet dreams kiddo."

If Foxy had been more attentive he would have heard Jeremy mumbled "Night Foxy."