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Coming back to himself was difficult, it was like his brain just lost connection to the rest of his body as panic took control of him again. He couldn't believe how many panic attacks he'd had lately, especially considering that the last one he'd had was almost six months before. He had thought he was getting better, that the medicines and occasional therapy session was helping.
Sure he'd been through some stressful situations, but still- two panic attacks in one night? Morganna tried to reach out to him, but he reacted the same he had to the others. Vaguely he could hear her high heeled boots click on tiles, walking towards something. He wanted to tell her not to go near it, but could only make a strangled choking noise as more panic overtook him. Finally after a few minutes the feeling was beginning to subside, but only a small bit.
He could barely hear the others, talking quietly around him while they coaxed his body from the corner, guiding him out of the room. As soon as he left the room he could feel himself breathe easier. The overwhelming emotions left his mind quickly, making him dizzy. Lightheaded he stumbled, pulled up by the captain gently like he had earlier.
He could barely think over the rushing of noise in his ear, but he could feel an immense gratefulness for the fox who had helped him so much that night. Sure the fox had some experience with the attacks, since he had them as children, but it meant a lot to him to know that Foxy remembered how to deal with them twelve years later.
He knew that they were sitting him down, propping him up against the stage, but he still couldn't see very well. Colours swarmed before him, darkness weaving in and out of his vision. As he regained more control of himself he swallowed thickly, unable to bring himself to speak about why he had freaked out so badly. He'd sound crazy, it was clear that the golden suit hadn't been used in many years, it didn't even have an endoskeleton in it, how could it have possibly ended up in the security office?
Was he going crazy? He sluggishly brought his hands up to his face, pushing his palms against his eyes. His breath hitched a few times before he managed to get his breathing back under control, thankful for how the others kept speaking to him, giving him something to focus on rather than falling back into the thoughts that made him panic in the first place.
Finally after a while Freddy and Morganna returned to the party room. He looked up at his sister, surprised to see black trails of mascara on her cheeks, her eyes still puffy. What had happened to her? That she'd been crying was unusual, she had an unhealthy habit of stuffing down her emotions and pushing away sadness rather than letting it run its course.
"Freddy, can you put that backpack back into that suit. I- we'll need to look through it more thoroughly tomorrow night. We'll discuss our plan to save you guys then too. We won't let them destroy you, you are our family," when she spoke he knew something was very wrong. What was she talking about, a backpack in the- in that suit? He felt confused, but was so exhausted he could barely think about it at that moment.
"Mike- I'm going back to my apartment tonight, can you come over? I want to sleep in my own bed tonight," she said. He couldn't believe how tired and strained her voice was, she had only sounded this undone once in their lives that he could recall. Whatever happened was not good, definitely not good at all. He nodded regardless.
"Yeah, I'll be over after I stop at my place," he managed to get out before she walked away, heels clicking on the ground echoing in the quiet restaurant. She didn't look back, he was unsure if she even heard him. He could only hope she'd get home alright in the state she was in.
Pulling himself up and into a crouch, he stood on shaky legs again. Lightheaded and feeling all around sick he stumbled again, Foxy at his side almost immediately. Freddy was quiet, but looked concerned, as did Bonnie and Chica.
"Are you sure you're alright Michael? I'm still confused, but you clearly aren't feeling well. Are you sure you should be driving in such a condition?" Chica asked quietly, wringing her feathered fingers together in nervousness.
"Y-Yeah. I can't stick around, since the day manager will be here any second. You guys have to get back on stage too. I'll be alright," he gave them a strained smile, hopefully reassuring them. It was clear that not one of the believed him, but they knew his words to be true. So with a nod they headed off onto the stage.
Foxy didn't let go of Mike, instead he helped him silently to the office to retrieve his bag. He didn't leave right away, staying near the young man and watching him in concern.
"Are ye sure you're okay to get home lad? Mikey, ye aren't exactly in the best state right now," Foxy pointed out, his voice saturated in concern, though no one, least of all Mike, would be able to blame him, not after helping the man through two panic attacks in the same night. No, the pirate was very concerned, and with right reason. Both of his grown up first mates were in terrible states, and he didn't know what to do. He didn't even know what happened, so how could he begin to fix it?
Mike sniffed, turning around to face the animatronic. With another sniffle, holding back tears again, he practically launched himself into the red fox's arms, bag falling to the floor. Foxy returned the embrace, patting the man on the head.
"I'll be alright, and I'll be even better when we actually discuss how we're going to save you guys tomorrow," he said into red fur, pulling away after another moment. "Thanks Foxy, you should probably get back to pirates cove."
"Aye, just be careful lad. Come back to us in one piece," the captain said, watching the man grab his bag again.
"I promise Captain. Morg and I will be back tomorrow safe and sound," he promised as they both walked out of the room, saying goodbye when one reached their destination.
He watched the manager cross the parking lot for the fourth time that week. The woman wasn't surprised this time as he opened the door. She went to say something, but Mike wasn't having it that morning and instead he brushed by her, leaving in a hurry. He wasn't about to trust any of the management, and he really didn't want to speak to any of them. Clearly they knew what they'd been doing, sending people to their deaths.
He pushed the thoughts from his head as he walked to his car, opening the door and climbing in. Letting out a breath he started it up and pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards his apartment complex. It wasn't long before he was stepping up stairs and opening his door. He didn't waste time, grabbing an old gym bag and throwing pyjamas and a change of clothes into it.
Throwing the bag onto his couch he paused, realising that Morganna had left her stuff there. With a sigh he packed it all up and placed her bag next to his. Going into the kitchen he went into the refrigerator and pulled out the pizza they'd forgotten about. Returning back to the main area of his apartment he slung the bags onto his person and maneuverer himself around the door, only just managing to close it with all he was carrying. Returning to his car, he packed it up, and headed to the better part of town.
After about an hour, he found himself outside of her door, kicking at it since he didn't have any hands free. After a minute the door clicked open, Morganna's tired face meeting him. Stepping back she let him in, taking the pizza box from him and moving into her kitchen.
He set his bag down onto a dark purple couch, raising his eyebrow. The couch was new, looking around the apartment he noticed that most of the furniture was new too- and was that real mahogany? For the months they'd been apart she must have redecorated, upgraded to better furniture.
A few pictures were sitting out on a nearby entryway table, a very new addition to the room as far as he knew. He walked over to it, smiling a bit when he saw the old family pictures. His smile turned a bit sad when he saw a picture of their mother in her hospital gown. It was one of the last ones taken of the woman before her health deteriorated even more. He moved to the other photos, some of them and their fathers, one of them laughing and hanging from a tree. Each photo brought about memories that made him sigh or laugh a little.
He jumped when Morganna's hand touched his shoulder, settling there as she looked down at the pictures as well. She looked at him giving him a tired smile.
"Getting all nostalgic Mikey?" She asked, her voice still raspy sounding, but playful. That was a good sign at least. He still didn't know why she'd been crying, and he wasn't sure if he should bring it up.
"A little, I think I like this photo most," he said, pointing to one of them with their mother at the hospital again. Morganna had a shit eating grin on her face, along with a black eye and bruised cheek. He too had a wide smile, as well as a bruise on his forhead. Their mother had been less than happy with them, but a small smile graced her face too.
"Why that one Mikey?" She asked, laughing a little when she remembered the memory associated with it.
"'Cause that's when I realised that I didn't have to take things lying down, and if you found out I was you'd get into a fight because of it," he replied, laughing a small bit. He was a push over as a child, still was though much less now. He was a bully's wet dream, taking everything and not even going to an authority figure. Morganna was more aggressive, she didn't take anything from anyone and she taught her brother to at least protect himself when he really didn't want to do something.
"Hey, I won that fight. Even though that kid was bigger than me, I knocked him down a few pegs," she mentioned, letting her hand fall from his shoulder and bumping hers into it.
"I'm not complaining. I'd probably have done a crap ton of homework for others in high school if you didn't get me out of the habit of just doing what others wanted," he said bumping his shoulder back into hers playfully.
"Good. Anyway, I popped the pizza into the oven. You can go get set up in the guest bedroom while it's heating up again," she said walking over to the couch and plopping down next to the bags he'd placed there.
"Okay. By the way I like the new décor. Is that actually mahogany?" He asked tapping the couch side table.
"Of course! I want the best brother. I've taken a few high paying jobs, so I decided to treat myself. I'd take care of your debt too if you'd let me," she mentioned in an annoyed tone.
"And I don't want you to. I'll take care of it Morg. Once we get all of this cleared up I swear I'll come to you before a loan shark again though," he said, shaking his head as she groaned at his stubbornness. She didn't understand that he wanted to be independent, wanted to figure out what he wanted to do with his life in the process maybe. Regardless he wasn't letting her just bail him out unless it was a last resort, and even if it came to that he would pay her back.
He grabbed his bag off of the couch and retreated to the spare bedroom, putting it onto the bed with a sigh. Sitting down, he sighed and began thinking. Should he bring up the incident? They did need to talk about it, both of their incidents needed talking about. Plus the whole save Freddy's plan that needed forming.
He sat there lost in thought for a few minute before hearing the oven timer go off. He let out a deep breath as he pushed himself to his feet and walked to the kitchen. Getting up had taken effort, he hadn't realised how exhausted he was until that moment.
Walking into the kitchen he sat down at the table, wondering if he'd be able to get up again. He was hungry, but tired, though he knew he had to stick it out for the moment. They needed to talk. Morganna put a plate of pizza in front of him before taking her seat and immediately taking a bit.
"Oh- oh holy hell. I forgot how good Chica's pizzas are. How the hell does she make them this good? Maybe I should be nicer to her, just to get pizzas. Then I might get fat, oh what the hell do I care this is good," she practically moaned out. While yes, Mike was sure she was enjoying the pizza thoroughly he sure, she also was using it as a diversion tactic. Start a conversation about something sort of relevant to avoid another conversation.
He sighed and took a bite of his own pizza, smiling at the taste. It really was good pizza, the kind that was good because actual care went into making it, or at least that's what he liked to believe.
"Morg we really do have to talk," he started out, taking another bite with a sigh.
"Yeah, I guess. I-I really don't want to Mikey," she said, biting her lip. That had her brother surprised, for her to outright say she didn't want to talk about something with her emotions so blatant on her face, well that was something that didn't happen often at all.
"How about I go first, about why I had a panic attack?" He asked, hoping that he could get the ball rolling.
"Fine. What was up with that Mikey?" She asked, curiosity and concern evident in her voice. It had been strange, seeing him have a panic attack again after so long. He hadn't even reacted to her, so it must have been a bad one too.
"That night that I passed out, the animatronic I thought had gotten into the room was that golden suit. It was slouched down in the room, unmoving, but it wouldn't go away and I kept seeing things and I-" he sped up as he spoke, only stopping when her hand reached across the table to settle on his arm. The connection made him stop and breathe in and out again. "I lost it, seeing it again just brought back those hallucinations and I've never had those before. It was frightening."
"I- your old backpack was inside that suit Mikey," she said as soon as he was finished, unable to hold the words back. She did, however, not mention what she'd found in it. She had to be mistaken, there was no way that stuff was in there, the backpack was believable though, considering that she dropped both there in that room all those years ago.
"What?" Mike was speechless, how could his backpack end up in that suit, not to mention the fact that meant hers was missing for some reason.
"I-I remembered that day and I just- I freaked out," she said with a sigh. "I've been reliving that memory more and more lately. In and out of my nightmares and it just won't leave me alone. But that man should be gone, Foxy bite him in the head. I remember the feel of his blood splattering on my face like it was yesterday."
"Morganna," Mike trailed off, slightly disturbed by the dark look on his sisters face as her frown turned to a smile before she continued speaking.
"I didn't think I'd ever be happy about someone getting hurt as much as I was when Foxy bit into that man's head. Even then I was relieved, though I knew it was wrong. I actually relish the memory of seeing his skull split opened and the feeling of his blood splattering onto my cheek," she let out a twisted laugh. "I'm sick Mikey. I'm clinging to sick twisted thoughts just to avoid thinking about the idea that he might be alive out there. Not knowing what he would have done to us just- it just makes the terror in me grow. It just-grows and grows and grows, like it's trying to devour me."
She laughed again, though tears started falling down her face again. Her hands clenched into tight fists, fingernails digging into her palms. Mike could only watch in horror as she broke down, hysterically laughing for a minute before turning into sobs. Her hands suddenly unclenched and flew to her face, nails digging into her head as she clutched at it. Her nails pierced her skin, blood running down the side of her temple.
Mike didn't realise that tears were falling down his face until he finally sprang into action at the sight of Morganna hurting herself enough to draw blood. He stood shakily and moved around the table, grabbing her hands and forcing them away from her face. She stopped sobbing, stopped moving altogether and looked up at him blankly.
"Morg? Are you alright Morg? I don't know what to do," he said, only just holding back sobs of his own.
"I- No. I'm not okay. I'm scared Mikey," she said quietly, her eyes downcast as she spoke. Her arms went limp and carefully Mike let go of her wrists. "I'm sorry. I try to be strong, for you, but I'm so freaked out Mikey."
"You don't have to be strong for me. We're both adults, and I- I need to learn to take care of you sometimes. We'll get through this together, like we always have," he replied, kneeling down in front of her and grabbing one of her hands. He squeezed her hand to give her some bit of reassurance before he began speaking again. "We'll save Freddy's and then we'll figure out everything that we've been missing. Mysteries are meant to be solved, right?"
"I- but what if the answer isn't the one we want?" She asked, swallowing thickly, eyes teary as her green met his blue.
"Then we deal with it together. Whatever happened at Freddy's, it most certainly wasn't good. But- I think we need to figure it out once and for all," Mike said with a nod.
"There is- there is some stuff I know, but I'm going to fall over if we talk anymore tonight," she said after a few moments of silence.
"Yeah, that's probably for the best. Do you need help getting to bed? You look like you wouldn't even make it to your bed," he said, concerned at the swaying of her body as if holding herself up was difficult.
"I guess," she reluctantly said before biting her lip and looking indecisive before speaking again. "Will you come and sleep with me?"
"Ew. Morg that's gross, we're siblings," he said playfully, smiling at her half-hearted glare, knowing she was too tired to do much else.
"Ugh, you know what I mean asshole. Now you get to carry me to bed," she replied with a smirk.
"I was probably going to have to do that anyway Morg," he shot back, picking her up bridal style and carrying her out of the kitchen and into her bedroom. Setting her on the bed he went to leave the room, needing to change into his own pyjamas.
"Mikey, you're coming back right? Like right back?" She asked, her voice sounding small.
"I'm just going to change. It'll only take a minute," he said reassuring her and walking out of the room. A few steps later found him in the guest room rummaging through his bag for pyjamas. Pulling them on he went to the hallway bathroom, doing his business and quickly brushing his teeth. Then he returned to her room, all in all it had only taken about ten minutes.
She had moved, doing her nightly routine in a fraction of the time since she was already dressed and cleaned off her makeup before he'd gotten there. Curled up under the comforter she watched the door until he made his way into the room. Climbing into the bed he settled himself. Once he was settled she reached over to the bedside lamp and darkness engulfed the room.
"Thanks Mikey. I don't think I'd be able to sleep alone after the night we've had," she said, her words muffled since she buried her head into her pillow.
"Me neither," he said quietly, letting out a sigh. "Good night Morg. Love you."
"Love you too Mikey," she replied back, shutting her eyes. Both twins slipped into slumber soon after, neither dreaming of anything at all.
Waking up was difficult for both of them the following morning. Their sleep had been deep and restful and both had needed rest so dearly. Mikey felt like he had the previous morning except perhaps a bit groggy. He was the first to wake, smiling when he saw that his sister had started drooling in her sleep. Her hair was spread out over the pillow, some actually in her still open mouth while other strands stuck to her cheek.
He got out of bed quietly, wanting to let her rest a little longer. In the meantime he took the opportunity to use her bathroom, getting a nice hot shower and shaving before going to make her tea. Finally with tea in hand he went to wake her, knowing that she really would sleep all day if he let her.
He shook her shoulder gently, surprised when her eyes snapped open immediately. Normally he needed to call out to her a few times before she would even begin to awaken. He watched as she yawned and stretched and wiped at her face with a grimace.
"You didn't see anything Mikey," she muttered, pointing at him menacingly.
"See what?" He replied with a shrug, though he smiled and laughed a small bit.
"Good, you've learnt well," she said with a breathy laugh before she reached for her tea, sipping it in contentment. With his own cup in hand he climbed onto the bed and took a few sips himself. They sat in silence for a while, just drinking tea before Morganna finally spoke.
"So- we should probably go over what we know about Freddy's," she said with a sigh, clearly not wanting to talk about it but knowing that they needed to. "I'll start out by saying that Freddy's is the second location that the company has taken."
"The second location, why haven't I heard this before?" He asked, brow furrowing in confusion.
"Yeah, Freddy's was opened in 1981. Previous the restaurant was known as Fredbear's Family Diner, which was closed down in 1979 following a case of missing children spanning a few months. There were at least five children who went missing that year and they closed down the diner the year after, presumably because of the reputation it garnered. The company decided to open a new renamed pizzeria in a different location the following year," she started off. "A suspect of the kidnappings was found and convicted, though the bodies of the children were never found. I don't know what happened to the convicted man, but I assume he's still in jail, since he was convicted of five kidnappings."
"Alright, so that guy couldn't be… couldn't be the purple man, could he?" Mike asked, not wanting to name the man who had continued to haunt them.
"I don't think so. I mean- it's really similar, but I, I'm not really sure Mikey. All's I know other than what I've said is that Freddy knows something about the incident, but said that they didn't talk about it," she said, chewing her lip for a moment. "At one point he said- he said that they ripped apart an animatronic named Goldie, but kept his suit for some reason. That golden freddy suit."
"That's- why would they only keep the suit?" Mike asked, his face was a bit pale remember the suit, but he kept himself together. He was not going to freak out over that thing again.
"I don't know. We could ask Freddy, but he did say they didn't speak of the incident. We might have to figure it out on our own," she said with a sigh.
"Oh! Mr. Sinclair, Alicia's father owns Fazbear Entertainment now. Mr. Becker seemed insistent on not using his name, but he let it slip out when I had to speak with him yesterday," Mike mentioned next.
"I knew that. Alicia told me," she said with a sigh. "She said that he bought the company in '88 after the bite. Something about it being for her, since they spent a lot of time there, but it seems odd that he'd just shut the place down after buying it for that reason, though she did mention that he didn't actually had a hand in the running of the place."
"That does seem a little strange, but that doesn't fully explain why the restaurant isn't well taken care of," he pointed out. "Not to mention the corners cut with the night time supply of power. If it was for his daughter, then why didn't he try to fix the place up?"
"I don't know. Maybe we should ask Alicia? See if she knows anything," Morganna brought up after some thinking.
"Okay, that sounds like a plan. Any other ideas?" He asked, coming up with nothing on his end.
"Maybe you should ask Mr. Becker about the Golden Suit? Or someone working at the restaurant, see if anyone knows anything," she said with a shrug.
"I-I guess I could try that," he said with a sigh, still uncomfortable with the topic of the golden suit, but probably even more uncomfortable with talking to his boss again. The man was responsible for the deaths of the other night guards, even if he claimed otherwise. "I could probably ask Foxy about it. He might be a bit more open about it then Freddy and if I remember correctly he's the second oldest animatronic so he should remember Fredbear's at least a little."
"That's a good idea Mikey, alright so we have a game plan this time," she said with a sigh. "Now we just have to stick to it."
"Alright, so we have a few hours to kill now," Mike said, looking at the clock that read it was three in the afternoon.
"Wanna play some duck hunt before picking up some food in a bit? Just don't let Chica know," she replied with a wink and chuckle.
"She's not a duck," He said with a sigh. "I thought you guys were getting along now?"
"Oh, we are. I let her know that I call her a duck because I looove her, so we're all good," she laughed and her laughter only increased at the sour look on Mike's face.
"I'm pretty sure she didn't mean that you could still call her a duck," he shook his head with another sigh on his lips. "But whatever. Sure, duck hunt, get dressed, get food, got it."
AN :: Random information: me and my dad used to play duck hunt to extend my bed time when I was a child. That or we'd see who got farther in super mario bros. That evolved into playing chess when I was ten and then eventually there was no bed time by middle school. I blame the beginnings of my insomnia on duck hunt. Though I do end up writing more because I can't sleep. Anyway, enough about me. I've brought to you today another update. n.n Thanks so much for reading again! All of the reviews, follows, and favourites motivate me like no other, I'm really glad you guys are liking everything so far! I might have a little special short update for you guys in a day or two that will make some of you very happy. n.n Thank you all again for your support of this story! Please do leave a review or shoot me a PM if you have any questions, comments, or concerns. I love hearing from you all! Thanks so much again everyone and as always I hope that your day or night is a wonderful one!
