An: Okay so I know updates are coming slower, but a lot is going on right now with Christmas approaching, work and everything. I will probably only be able to post once a week. But if I get extra time I'll try to get it done faster. I hope you guys don't mind. The support for this story has been completely overwhelming and I can't thank you all enough! I know my grammer isn't the best but I'm trying to improve. Thanks for sticking with me :) Please let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Scott Cawthon is the owner of FNAF, not me.


Mike slowly forced his breathing to steady as he became more aware of his surroundings. He had a terrible headache and the smell of rotten eggs filled the room. The boy dimly remembered smelling it after he'd first awoken from unconsciousness, though he hadn't been able to place the scent at that time. Now though... he knew he was in trouble. That smell, combined with the stone walls and pipes overhead, told him exactly where he was. This was an abandoned maintenance room that sewer workers use before it was deemed unsafe due to the various toxic gases that permeated the air. Already, he was beginning to panic. Both his eyes felt as if someone had poured bleach into them, they burned so bad that tears were trailing down his face in a constant stream once again stinging his cuts. Mike knew that if he didn't get out soon, the affects could extend even further.

"How could I have let myself get into this mess!" He thought, struggling once more with his chains in a vain attempt to break free. "I shouldn't have let my guard down. I'd known the Hunter wanted me dead... but how did he even find out about me in the first place"?

The guards thrashing calmed a bit as blood began to trickle down his arms in crimson rivulets. The chains that held him in place, had sliced into his wrists, making pain spike through them at the slightest movement. His dizziness had also increased, though if it were due to his concussion or the suffocating gases he couldn't be sure.

"It's no use." Mike relented, falling limp as he gave up the struggle. "I'll just have to hope that Foxy and the others find me before it's too late".

He glanced up at the door, hoping beyond hope that it would open to reveal his family.

"Please hurry..." Mike whispered, tearfully, as he let his head drop back to his chest. "I'm not sure how long I can last".

-XXX-XXX-XXX-

Foxy raced through the halls, followed closely by the other animatronics. It had already been twenty minutes and they hadn't found a single clue. There was no doubt in his mind that the Hunter was telling the truth. If they didn't find Mikey within the time limit... it would be too late to save him.

"Freddy, we've checked everywhere." Bonnie called from behind him as they found themselves back in the dining area for the third time. "What are we supposed to do"?

They stopped, frantically looking around as if it would offer some sort of solution. Freddy's eyes latched onto the basement door and all at once an idea came to him.

"I may have a clue as to where Mike is being kept." He stated solemnly, turning to face his friends. "When I was down retrieving those security tapes from the basement, I saw that the latch to the sewer tunnels was unhooked. I had thought the maintenance man and been doing something down there, now however, I think the Hunter used it to get in without us noticing".

Foxy's eye widened... realization dawning on his furry face. "So ye suspect that the lad be imprisoned down in the catacombs? How are we suppose to find Mikey in only forty minutes? They run under the entire city"!

"The criminal is playing a game. It's not enough for him to just take revenge...no, he wants us to suffer first." The bear replied, bitterly. "He would make sure it was a place we'd be able to reach within the time limit but not too close or it would ruin his fun".

The leader paused, glancing at the clock on the wall, before signaling for the others to follow him. "We must keep moving, I fear time is not on our side".

They hurried down to the basement and quickly located the trapdoor. The animatronics peered into the darkness, relieved that they had the ability to see in the dark.

"There are gases down in the sewers, right?" Chika asked, her voice trembling at the thought. "Aren't they dangerous to humans"?

"Yes Chika, they can be extremely dangerous..." Bonnie said quietly, worry shining within her pink eyes. "Especially if exposed for an extended period of time. That's why it's imperative that we find Mikey as soon as possible".

Foxy's eyes narrowed at the thought of their child being slowly poisoned and he clenched his claws, wishing he could rip into the man who was threatening his little matey. Without hesitating the fox jumped down, waiting for the others to join him.

"Well then ya landlubbers, we'd best be getting a move on." Foxy growled, taking off down the tunnel at breakneck speed.

-XXX-XXX-XXX-

Mike closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he recovered from the bout of nausea that had suddenly overwhelmed him. It was becoming difficult to get enough oxygen into his lungs and even though he knew he was taking deep breaths... the young man felt as though he were suffocating.

"I'm going to pass out if I'm here for much longer." He speculated, the thought coming slower than it should have. "It must be due to the gas".

The room was swimming and he was having a hard time focusing on anything. The affects were becoming more obvious as the minutes ticked by and Mike strained his ears, trying to hear if anyone was approaching the doorway. Unfortunately all he could make out was the dripping of water coming from somewhere to his left. The guard hung his head in defeat, completely drained after his futile attempt to free himself.

"What happened to the others?" He asked himself, pensively. "I hope they're alright. But if they are... why haven't they come for me"?

The young mans hair fell over his eyes, hiding them from sight... though the tears streaming down his face were clearly visible. He was tired, weak, and scared... all he wanted to do was rest, but he knew he wouldn't be able to do so until he knew what had befallen the others. They had always been there for him when he was little and he refused to believe that they had abandoned him now. They wouldn't do that! Not after everything they had been though in the past week or so. No... something must have happened to keep them away. Mike pushed the thought away, choosing instead to remember all the good times while he waited for a rescue he wasn't sure would come.

Five year old Mikey ran though the doorway into the pizzeria, his backpack thumping against his back, as he looked around frantically for the animatronics he'd come to call family. He wanted to tell them about what had happened in school that day. Upon spotting the four talking together across the room, he raced over.

"Guys, guess what!" The child shouted excitedly as he launched himself at Foxy.

The robotic animals had turned when they heard the boys voice, just in time for the pirate to get an armful of his little matey. It had been so sudden that the fox had nearly dropped him.

"What be the matter Mikey?" He asked, setting the youngster back on the floor. "Yer running around like a chicken with it's head cut off... I be meaning no offense Chika".

"It's fine." The chicken replied, slightly exasperated, before turning her attention back to the kid. "It must be something good if you're jumping around like that. Did you get a puppy? Or maybe you found a secret portal to another world? Oh, oh what if..."

"Chika calm down." Bonnie chided, interrupting the birds enthusiastic rant. "Mikey will tell us when he's ready. Don't rush him. If you keep asking those silly questions it will take longer for us to find out what he wanted to say".

Freddy agreed with the bunny before crouching down in front of the smiling child. "So... what is it you have to tell us"?

The boy paused in his bouncing long enough to pull a paper out of his pack and hold it up for them to see.

"I got 100 on my spelling test!" Mikey exclaimed happily. "Thank you for everything. I don't think I could have done this good if it weren't for you guys helping me".

"It be no problem laddie." Foxy replied, ruffling the childs shaggy brown hair. "Helping ya is what we be here fer".

The bear stepped forward and took the proffered paper from the boy. He looked it over carefully, scanning the words on the sheet.

"You did very well." Freddy praised, nodding his head towards the paper. "You should be very proud".

"This is even better than a puppy!" Chika declared loudly, grabbing the boys hands and spinning around in a circle. "I bet you got the best score in your whole class"!

Mike chuckled, wondering how the robotic chicken could be so hyper all the time. He was only five and she still seemed more childish than he did. Passing it off as Chika just being her normal, energetic, self... the kid turned his attention back towards the others.

"Is it okay if you help me with the next one to?" He asked, hopefully. "You make learning fun and I'm going to have to know a lot of words when I'm older".

"Of course we'll help... but why is this so important Mikey?" Bonnie asked, scooping the boy into her arms and nuzzling him affectionately.

He looked at her, a serious expression replacing the laughter from mere seconds before.

"Because I've decided that when I grow up..." Mike paused, making sure he had the animatronics undivided attention. "I'm going to be a famous author".

With no strength left, the boys legs gave out. He couldn't stop the small cry that escaped his throat as the chains dug deeper into his bloody wrists, causing more tears to fall. His eyes slipped closed, for what he thought would be the final time, as Mike heard a distant voice calling his name.

-XXX-XXX-XXX-

Foxy was beginning to panic as the time dwindled. They had been in the sewers for quite a while already, but still had no idea as to where their missing member could be. The slime did a good job of covering any tracks and the path branched off so many times that it was as if they had stumbled into a labyrinth.

"I've got to find me little matey!" That thought was the only thing keeping the robotic fox moving. "We'll be there soon Mikey... you'd best be holding on until then".

"Freddy! Look!" Bonnie cried, catching sight of a blue piece of fabric laying on the ground inside one of the side tunnels. "That's part of Mike's uniform. The Hunter must have taken him this way".

The bear stopped beside her, carefully examining the area around them. His sharp eyes latched onto something in the hall opposite of where the fabric had been found. Freddy quickly made his way over to it and crouched down, finding himself staring at a small splash of red.

"Blood!" He thought to himself, concern for their missing child growing with each passing second. "There is nothing else it could be".

"Our enemy is clever." He murmured aloud, before turning to face the others who were watching intently. "That cloth was placed there intentionally as another part of our enemies twisted game. It is meant to mislead us. This route, however, is the one we seek... he took Mike this way".

"Then what are we waiting around here for?" Chika replied, before rushing down the tunnel. "Let's go get our kid back"!

The others quickly followed, fully trusting their leader.

A few minutes later the animatronics found themselves standing outside a metal door... taking turns trying to break it down. They had been racing through the corridor when Foxy's keen ears had picked up a small noise from behind the door. It had sounded like a cry of pain, but it was so quiet and weak that it had been barely audible... even to him. He knew, however, exactly who it was. Trying the handle, the buccaneer realized it was locked.

"Mikey!" He cried, slamming his weight against the door. "I be here fer ya. Just hold on a little longer matey"!

He swiftly placed his ear against the door, hoping to hear a reply. Foxy's voice had alerted the others and they quickly turned back, stopping alongside the frantic pirate.

"Foxy did you find him?" Bonnie questioned, tears appearing in her pink eyes. "We only have ten minutes left... we need to hurry"!

"He be behind this blasted door." The pirate growled, banging on the offending object with all his might. "It be tougher than it looks... I can't get it open on me own".

The others immediately joined Foxy and began assaulting the door with all their strength, holding nothing back. After five minutes the animatronics managed to burst through the doorway after having banded together for a final charge. The sight before them was nearly enough to stop their mechanical hearts dead in their chests. Before them hung the unconscious form of their beloved Mikey... blood dripping from multiple wounds and barely breathing. There were three large gashes on either cheek as well as on his wrists where the chains had cut through. Upon closer inspection they could see a big knot on his head as well.

"Mikey," Foxy gasped, heartsick, as he slowly approached the bound guard. "What did that monster do to ya"?

He cautiously sliced through the chains that had been holding the boy up, catching him in his furry arms before the young man had the chance to hit the floor. Being extra careful not to agitate his injuries, the pirate scooped Mike into his arms bridal style. It was so similar to the day he had first charged into the office... yet so different at the same time. Turning around, Foxy was met with three pairs of tear filled eyes. He hadn't noticed it until then, because he was so absorbed in helping their child, but he was crying as well. Without saying a word, the animatronics followed the pirate through the doorway, wanting to get as far away from that abhorred room as possible. No one spoke as they ran back though the tunnels, refusing to stop until they were safely back inside the basement of the pizzeria. Once there, Bonnie and Chika quickly laid a blanket out on the floor while Freddy went to retrieve the first aid kit from upstairs. Foxy gently placed Mike on the blanket and began the process of checking over his injuries.

He'd always hated it when the boy had gotten hurt and more often than not, he'd been the one patching him up.

"Foxy!" Mikey cried as he ran toward the animatronic pirate, tears gathering in his blue eyes.

The fox glanced at the boy, noting the blood slowly forming on his scraped forehead, and immediately took his hand and led him towards the backstage area.

"What happened to ye, laddie?" He asked, concern showing heavily on his face. "Ye look as if ya got into a nasty skirmish".

The child sniffled as Foxy disinfected the wound, wincing in pain even though the pirate was being extremely careful.

"I tripped." The five year old admitted, obviously embarrassed. "I wasn't able to catch myself and I kinda... face planted".

The swashbuckler nodded, a mischievous smile forming as his ears twitched.

"So... what did the sidewalk do to deserve the headbutt ya gave it?" He asked, grinning in amusement.

Even though his forehead stung, Mikey couldn't help but laugh. His friends always knew how to cheer him up when he was upset. It was a special talent all four shared... though each had their own way of doing it. Foxy used humor.

"I guess it just got in my way." The boy replied, smiling brightly. "It should have known better".

"Right ya are, matey." The pirate agreed, placing a bandage over the scrape. "Ye be a tough little scallywag".

The two friends rejoined the rest of their group in the main dining area, regaling them with the tale of Mikey's heroic efforts to thwart the evil known as the pavement.

"How is he Foxy?" Bonnie demanded worriedly, snapping the fox out of his memories. "Will he make it"?

"The Hunter did quite a number on him, just look at these wounds, and the gas down there didn't be helping matters." He replied, shaking his head sadly. "It looks like we got him out in time though. His breathing's already gotten better. I be thinking he'll wake up soon".

Freddy returned, setting the medical kit down before examining the boy. After a thorough exam, he agreed with the foxes prognoses.

"If we had been any later, Mike could have sustained permanent damaged from prolonged exposure to the chemicals in the sewer." The bear declared, seriously. "We must be thankful that we reached him when we did".

"So, he'll be okay... right?" Chika questioned, her usual cheery expression replaced with anxiety for the injured young man.

"Yes..." The leader paused. "But we must be wary. The Hunter is still on the loose".

A small moan alerted the animatronics to the fact that the boy was waking up and they quickly knelt around him. It took a couple minutes but the guard finally opened his eyes, hissing in pain as he shifted. Mike met Foxy's gaze, relief appearing on his features.

"You're safe matey. We won't be letting the Hunter hurt ya ever again." Foxy stated tenderly. "We'll defend yer life no matter what... so don't ye be worrying none".

The brown haired man nodded, slowly pushing himself into a sitting position. His wounds didn't hurt as badly now that they had been treated and his head was mostly clear. Even so, tears gathered in his eyes as he remembered all that had happened during the past day. As Mike began to sob, his friends wrapped him in a protective embrace... knowing it would only be a matter of time before the Hunter showed himself once more.


An: So Mike's safe... but how long will it last. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think :) Thanks for all the support.