Author notes:

1)English is my second language. Forgive me for any mistake.

2)I don't own FNAF. I only own the plot for this story and the eventual OCs

3)Thanks Truephan, PastaLover5000, Jui-Imouto-Chan, The Dimensional Reader, RegularShowMemorabilia, Ninuhuju, Secret, The Dimensional Reader, Alexis, Dragon of Yin and Yang, dragonfox123, PortalGLaDOS and the four guests for your reviews.

4)I'm sorry for Foxy's pirate speech. I don't know how to speak "pirate" well.

5)Thanks a ton, Truephan for accepting being my beta for this story.

6)Thanks a million for the 100+ reviews! You guys rock!

7)Sorry for the long wait. Life got in the way and I hope the next chapters will come out sooner. I want to stress that no matter how long it takes for me to update this story, it is not dead. I already have it all planned. All that is left is to sit down and type.

Mike was still in denial after what happened to him. The other animatronics were also very confused by this whole ordeal. "What do I do?" Mike said grabbing his own head.

Bonnie had a suggestion, "Why don't you try removing the head costume? I think if we do this, we might end up clearing up some of our doubts."

The rabbit animatronic simply wanted to clear his doubts. He wondered if Mike wasn't really just somehow stuck inside of the costume; but then again, if everyone was saying he was dead, how could he be talking from within the costume?

Mike looked at his friend and agreed to it "The bathrooms have mirrors. I…want to see myself underneath this mask."

The five of them walked towards the boy's boys' bathroom only to be interrupted by Chica, "I'm a girl. Isn't there another place with a mirror nearby?"

Freddy just stated, "Relax, Chica. There isn't anyone here, but us. Besides, it's not like we actually use the restrooms."

The chick animatronic felt a bit uneasy, but still entered the bathroom. There, Foxy turned on the light so they could see things with better detail and not having to rely on their night vision.

Mike looked at himself in the mirror, still baffled by the whole situation. He tried to take a deep breath, but found himself unable to do so. He knew he wasn't breathing. This only made him grow more anxious.

"Can someone help me remove this mask?" Mike asked his friends.

Bonnie promptly approached and reached for the zipper to open the mask and carefully helped Mike remove it. After removing it, it simply showed what Mike already feared. Just an endoskeleton made of metal, wires, a pair or mechanical eyes and a mouth.

Mike slowly opened and closed his mouth to further prove to himself that this was indeed his body. The silence was creeping the other animatronics out. They were now sure that their friend was now inside of "Trevor", but the question was how.

"Mike?" Foxy asked, approaching him before placing his left hand on his shoulder, "How…are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere?"

The fox didn't know what else to ask. This whole situation was simply bizarre. He was pretty sure that the person next to him was actually Mike. The pirate disliked not knowing how he could help his friend or even explain the whole situation.

At first Mike didn't respond, but then he suddenly jerked his head upwards, "I can't believe it! I'm possessing an animatronic!"

Freddy tilted his head, confused, "Possessing?"

"Yes!" Mike said almost shouting, "I…died, didn't I? And when it happened I was near Trevor. Maybe my soul just jumped here! It's the only explanation!"

"Do souls always do that? And what is a soul to begin with?" Chica asked.

Mike found it hard trying to explain this to them, "Souls are like a, uh, second you. They define a human being and are responsible for the actions we make. When a human dies, the soul leaves the body and goes somewhere else. From some stories I've heard, there are some souls that stick in this world and cause hauntings. I always thought those things were just lies that TV shows made up to get ratings."

"Are you going to haunt the pizzeria?" Chica asked, a tad worried.

Mike was startled by this question and hurriedly replied, "What? No! I mean, the only thing I seem to be haunting is this animatronic."

While Bonnie helped Mike back into the tiger head, he felt both curious and fearful of the answer as he asked, "I see. Hey, Mike, do we have these soul things?"

Mike was a bit hesitant, but he replied firmly, "I honestly don't know. From what I can tell, you guys were programmed to have free will and have real feelings and are even more human than actual humans. You guys are my friends and that is enough for me."

This made them smile a little bit. But then Chica asked when a thought came up, "What are we going to say to Mr. Fazbear?"

This was obviously something that hadn't crossed their minds up to that point. Mike tried to bite his lower lip, only to find himself unable to do so. This would be a mess to explain. 'Maybe there's some article on the internet about this…Who am I kidding? The internet is full of fake ghost stories and a load of poorly fabricated ghost stories. I would never find a legit source before…'

Mike stopped his train of thought and his body shrugged involuntarily when he remembered something very important.

In the meantime, the others talked.

"Maybe we can say that Mike came up with his own A.I. and put it inside of Trevor?" Foxy suggested. Truth to be told, the pirate was still saddened that his friend has lost his original body, but now they could all be together all the time.

Bonnie shook his head, "It won't work. Mike had said many times he didn't know how to create A.I. like ours, right, Mike?" he finished the sentence looking straight at the tiger, who didn't reply.

"Mike, what's wrong?" Freddy asked before taking a step towards his direction, quite worried about his sudden silence.

"My parents…" Mike finally said.

"What about your parents?" Chica asked, not knowing why he was bringing them up now.

"They…were coming here on Monday. And according to this monitor thing, it's four in the morning and Monday!" the former mechanic said.

The others quickly understood what he meant by that. They would be very sad to know that their son had died.

"I…I…have to call them." Mike said as he began to leave to find the phone that was in the security room.

However, Freddy stopped him and said, "Wait! What are you going to even say to them? That your soul was placed inside of an animatronic? I'm sorry, Mike, but if I hadn't see or talked with you after this…transformation happened, I wouldn't have believed that this is really you."

Bonnie raised a finger and further commented, "Not to mention that your voice is different now. I doubt your parents would recognize you by the phone."

"But…" Mike began, only to stop himself when he saw that his friends had a point.

"I'm really sorry that all this is happening, Mike. But if you act without thinking, you might makes things worse. If your parents don't believe you, think of how they'll feel to know that someone is pretending to be their dead son." Chica said, somewhat regretting her words choice. But she knew that this was the truth and she wanted to avoid another dangerous situation like that little stunt Foxy almost pulled off. She had already lost a friend once; losing him again would be unbearable.

Feeling defeated and at a loss on what to do or say, Mike looked at the floor. He opened his mouth, but then closed it. He wanted to scream really loud at such unfairness. 'I didn't do anything to deserve this! Why? Just Why?'

The others just looked at each other, unsure of what to do. They hadn't even figured out what they were going to say to Fazbear when the man arrived.

"Maybe we can look at the internet? Maybe something there can help?" Foxy suggested.

Mike merely shook his head, turned to the pirate and replied, "It won't be of much use. I've thought about it. The internet is full of fake ghost stories. There is no way we can find something and be certain what is actually true."

After a few seconds of silence, Bonnie suggested, "Why don't we try them all? I mean, as long as any method or theory is within our reach and won't hurt anyone, why don't we try find a way to put you back into your original body?" He then shrugged and added, "We don't really have anything else to lose by doing this."

"I guess…" Mike said with a defeated tone.

Foxy felt very sorry for him, and a little guilty for thinking about how Mike would like to spend the rest of his existence with the others. Clearly, the man wanted to go back to the way he was before.

The five animatronics walked towards the laptop and began to search the internet about possessions, hauntings, out of body experiences, and the like; but nothing was actually helpful. It didn't help that Mike had already heard about most of them, which only distressed him even more. The animatronics, however, found most of those stories to be quite fascinating and would like to know more about them, but they all avoided spending much time on something Mike deemed as fake to not waste the little precious time they had.

Noticing that it was nearly six in the morning, Foxy placed a hand over Mike's shoulder and said, trying to cheer him up, "Don't worry, matey. We'll have a better luck next time."

Mike couldn't do anything but nod. He really didn't have much hope about finding what he needed on the internet later on either. But he still appreciated his friends' help and support.

"We should go back to our positions to get recharged. Mike, I think it would be better if you kept hidden until we figure it out what to say to Mr. Fazbear," Freddy said, adjusting his top hat.

"I'll put the laptop back in its hideout. But where will Mike recharge?" Chica asked; but then added with some confusion, "You need to recharge, right?"

Mike checked his "visor" and saw what it seemed to be a battery level indicator. "Yeah, it seems I do. I had charged Trevor's battery at the backstage. I guess nobody would enter there since I was the only mechanic employed by Fazbear at the time…"

Speaking about himself in the past tense made Mike feel even worse.

"I guess it's a plan." Bonnie said before looking at Mike, "Do you need help to connect the recharger, Mike?"

The former human shook his head as he replied, "No, I think I can do it on my own. Thanks for the offer. I guess I see you guys in a few hours then."

They said their good-byes, but not without hugging Mike and telling him everything would be fine in the end. Mike smiled a bit; however, he didn't want to feed a false hope which would only be shattered later.

He thanked his friends and then walked towards the backstage room where he had first woken up in that new body. He looked around for the charger and after plugging it on into the socket, he sat down and carefully opened a small "door" on his costume to reveal an plug entrance to which he connected the charger.

Once he did so, a message appeared on his visor saying "Do you wish to enter Sleep Mode? Y/N"

Mike didn't know how to react to it at first since he had no keyboard to press and he was quite scared of going to sleep and not waking up later. He wanted to swallow, but after giving up on that as well, he muttered, "Yes…"

To his surprise, it worked. A screen showing that his systems were entering sleep mode appeared on his view. But he wondered why the others never said anything when they entered sleep mode. 'Maybe they don't need to say anything, just think it…I'll try it next time. Next time…' he pondered before completely blacking out.

It was a strange sleep to say the least. It was completely dreamless and when Mike woke up he had had the impression he had just blinked. But his monitor showed that the charge was complete and that it was morning—four minutes after eleven to be precise. He didn't feel rested or tired for the mater. Not physically, at least.

He unplugged himself and took the charger from the socket and carefully opened the door to check his surroundings. It was awfully quiet considering that the pizzeria was supposed to be open at that hour. He had been around at that hour a few times before and he thought it to be strange, but he still was careful to not make any sound just in case there were humans there.

But as soon as he managed to reach the entrance, he saw his friends looking puzzled at the still closed door.

"Guys?" Mike asked, unsure, drawing their attention.

When they turned to see him, they exchanged morning wishes and asked him how he was feeling, while gathering around him.

"I'm feeling the same as yesterday. It still feels weird that I can't do so many things anymore, like breathing," he replied.

They looked a little worried because of his words, but there was nothing they could actually do at the moment.

The former mechanic decided to change the subject and ask, "Shouldn't the pizzeria be open by now?"

Freddy looked back at the closed and locked door and replied, "Yeah. I think it's odd. All the others times that the pizzeria had to close, for one reason or another, we managed to overhear their conversation and know beforehand. Rarely does anyone actually tell us anything. But I guess Mr. Fazbear is waiting for the whole incident from last weekend to die down. But he could have at least warned us." Then realizing his horrible word choice, he cringed and said, "Sorry, Mike, I didn't mean…"

The tiger raised his hand to stop the bear and tried fruitlessly to sigh, "It's okay Freddy, I know what you mean…"

"Shouldn't we ask when we are going to reopen? So we can prepare better to hide Mike from the others until we have a plan?" Chica asked, trying to see something through the windows, which only blocked the view from outsiders.

"Ask who? We don't know anyone's phone number, " Foxy replied, shrugging.

Bonnie turned to Mike and asked, "Do you know Mr. Fazbear's number, Mike?"

But before the tiger could reply, Freddy interjected, "Fazbear? What if he doesn't like that we called him and decides to come here?"

The rabbit shrugged, "But he's the only one who can give us an accurate answer," Then Bonnie turned to ask Mike again if he knew Fazbear's number by heart.

Freddy looked a little defeated and replied, "I guess it can't be helped…"

Mike thought for a while and remembered, "Yes, I do. I guess we can call him from the phone at the security office. But who's going to talk to him? I can't do that."

They looked at each other for a minute until Bonnie spoke, "Freddy, I think you should do it. I guess he would be less suspicious if you were the one to talk with him."

The bear looked puzzled as he asked, "Huh? Why me?"

Chica caught up with what Bonnie was trying to say and added, 'Well, you kind of seem like his favorite."

Freddy shrugged, "Ugh! I guess so. I bet it's because we share the same name."

Foxy tilted his head, "Mr. Fazbear sure is weird."

Bonnie chuckled a little, "That would be an understatement."

Freddy ended up agreeing with being the one to call their boss. So, the five of them moved to the security office and Mike gave him the number of his cellphone. While the bear dialed, Foxy suggested to put it on the speaker so they could all listen.

"Be sure to not make a single noise. I'm not sure if Fazbear would like hearing us all eavesdropping," Mike said.

They nodded and waited as the phone rang. After a few seconds, the old man answered the phone saying, "Huh? Who is it?"

Freddy then spoke, "Mr. Fazbear, it's me, Freddy. Sorry to bother you, but…"

"Freddy? What's going on? Why are you calling? Did something happen?" Fazbear interrupted, sounding quite distressed. But the animatronic simply dismissed it by thinking that he was afraid the pizzeria was being robbed again.

Trying to sound as calm as possible, the bear replied, "No, sir. Nothing happen. It's just that the pizzeria hasn't opened yet and we are wondering when we are going to open again."

The man spent a couple of minutes in complete silence. This worried the animatronics and they were starting to think that the connection had failed. However the man replied, "That's it? That's all you want to say to me? Who gave you this number?"

"Huh…" Freddy said a bit nervous, "Yes, Mr. Fazbear. I know none of us have never called you, but…Mike had left a list of phone numbers in case of an emergency. We are just a bit worried that no one had told us that the pizzeria would be closed today. So, can you answer us?"

After a few seconds the man gave a somewhat cold reply, "Very well. The pizzeria will be closed for the whole week. We'll reopen next Saturday. Consider this a small vacation. Now, bye."

Then the man hung up, leaving the animatronics quite unsure of what to do. Freddy turned off his side of the phone and said, "Well, at least we got some time to prepare ourselves."

"True…But what now?" Mike asked. He felt like he was living on borrowed time once he found out he had only until Saturday to figure it out what to do before everyone discovered him.

"We can go back to the laptop and pick up from where we left off," Bonnie suggested, not really having any better options.

They ended up agreeing to that. While they were walking towards the hiding place of the laptop, Mike glanced at a nearby clock. Usually he would be eating lunch at this time—if he were hungry, which, of course, he wasn't. In fact, he guessed that he probably didn't even have a stomach, much less having to feed it anymore! He shook his head and tried to focus on the matter at hand to distract himself.

Once they picked up the laptop and turned it on in one of the dining halls, they heard a bunch of loud "bangs" coming from the front door and what seemed to be muffled screams.

They quickly rushed to the door and heard a female voice screaming, "OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR AND GIVE BACK MY BABY!"

Bonnie, Freddy, Chica and Foxy looked puzzled at that, but not Mike. He recognized this voice.

"OPEN IT!" Said the same voice.

"Karen, calm down!" said a male voice from behind the door.

"Don't you dare, Anthony. They hurt my son again!" said the female one.

"It's my parents…They know what happened…" Mike said softly, taking a step backwards.

"Your parents are here? Oh boy…" Foxy said. He was quite sure that the couple wouldn't actually like to see him there.

"Should we…open the door? We still have the key," Chica murmured to her friends so that the couple outside wouldn't hear her.

"We aren't allowed to let people in when it's not work hours," Bonnie countered, matching her voice tone.

"But it's Mike's parents! They think he's dead," Foxy said.

"Man, what do we do?" Freddy said, holding the side of his head with his right hand.

"I-I c-can't talk to them! N-not like this!" Mike stuttered, looking at his new body.

Chica looked a bit distressed, "But, Mike, they are your parents. They must know you are still alive."

Mike wouldn't describe himself as alive, but he didn't comment on that.

Foxy raised his hook and said, "I…have to agree with Chica…I know that they wouldn't be thrilled to see me, but ye need to talk with yer parents, Mike…It's not fair to them."

They looked back at the still pounding door. Thankfully, the door was made of the same kind of glass as the windows and the couple couldn't see the animatronics.

"But would they believe that this is actually Mike? If we open that door and talk to them, we may bring even more trouble to ourselves!" Freddy said, trying to not yell at his friends. The bear was fully aware that most adults thought that they were dumb machines. He feared their reaction, plus they weren't allowed to let "strangers" get inside when the pizzeria is closed.

"But what if they can help research about Mike's condition? Mike can prove to them the same way he proved to us that he's really him: by saying all his memories to his parents," Bonnie said.

"Do you think that will work? There is a lot at stake here," Freddy asked.

The rabbit looked a bit sad, "They are already making a fuss. We'll be in trouble one way or another. The police might come here to calm them and who knows what it might happen to Mike's parents. The police may end up contacting Mr. Fazbear and things would get even more complicated. Not to mention that people will start gossiping speaking ill things about this place and we'll lose a lot of clients if they continue to scream in front of the pizzeria. At least, this way, we can try make things right."

"I guess…" was all Freddy said.

Foxy turned to Mike and asked, "Are ye ready for this, matey? The final decision is yours."

"I…uh…"Mike gave another step back.

"Mike?" Foxy asked, worried. The other animatronics shared the same feeling.

Mike tried to gather all the courage he had. If he wanted to talk to his parents, now was the time. He doubted he would be able to contact or even have a full conversation with them otherwise.

"Okay, open it…" Mike quickly said before he changed his mind.

Bonnie then rushed to pick pull out the key he had hidden behind his bowtie and opened the door.

The couple immediately rushed inside of the pizzeria, almost knocking into Bonnie, who was behind the door.

"Where is that wretched manager?" demanded Karen.

"Dear, I'm as upset as you are, but this can wait," Anthony said, rushing to his wife's side.

Foxy had quickly hidden behind Freddy, who understood why his friend didn't want to face Mike's parents and tried to cover for him until the time was right. However, the couple thought it was very weird that only the animatronics were there.

They stared in silence as they saw Bonnie, who they thought to be was just a mindless robot closing the door and locking it with the key and then hiding it behind his bowtie again.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Schmidt. I'm Freddy. We are your son's friends. And he's not actually dead. He's right here," The bear said, pointing at the tiger's direction.

Mike then quickly said, "Mom, dad. It's me Mike. I know that this may sound strange, but I…died and I'm now possessing this animatronic and…"

But Mike couldn't finish his sentence. Both of his parents collapsed on the floor before them.

Chica placed her hands in front of her beak and exclaimed, startled, "Oh, my…"

Earlier that day, Fazbear had spent the whole morning at the office room at his home contacting his employees about taking the whole week off with full pay. It hurt his pocket, but he had to focus on how he would deal with Mike.

Many things deepened his worries: that he had called his father early today, only to find out from the retirement home that he now usually sleeps until noon; that the animatronics flat out lied to him about what was going on at the pizzeria; and that Golden Freddy was STILL at his home.

The man rubbed his temples as he tried to calm himself down. But he groaned loudly after he heard Golden say, "Still got nothing, eh?"

The man looked angrily at the doll-like creature siting sitting on his desk next to him and replied, "Neither do you!"

"Very mature."

Fazbear did his best to restrain himself from knocking the puppet off his desk. Nothing good would ever come from that. He would not risk having Golden Freddy become a second Marionette no matter how much his father had assured him that Golden won't go berserk.

"I've heard the conversation you just had with the animatronics. They are hiding stuff form you. It's obvious that Mike was the one to give them your number," Golden warned.

The man gave a deep breath before replying, "I know that! Can't you just wipe their memories once this is over? Once we remove Mike from there, I wouldn't want them to remember that his soul was placed inside of Trevor."

The yellow bear was silent for a few seconds before he replied, "Yes..But the longer we wait, the worse it'll be because I can't wipe days' worth of memory of all of them simultaneously. You would have to keep them turned off the whole time while I individually work on each one of them. I never tried anything like it. Better check with your father to know if I'm capable of doing so without any repercussions."

This deepened the old man's worry. He wondered what he should do until when the phone rang suddenly.

"Hello?" Fazbear asked once he answered it.

A tired voice came from the other side of the line, "Good afternoon, son. You barely call. What is it that you want this time?"

Fazbear swallowed dryly before he began, "Father, I think I may have a problem…"

End of chapter 12

I hope you liked. Please review.

More author notes: Yes, I'm aware of FNAF 3 and 4, but Springtrap won't be on this story because he was pretty much the "purple man" who killed the children and the guy who did it in my story is in jail. And as for FNAF 4, while the design on that new animatronic is cool (but I suspect that it is Springtrap), I won't be adding him as well since there is no space for it in my story.

Also, I'm somewhat anxious for the FNAF movie. I wish it would come out this year. Hehe.