Chapter 14: A New Life

Author's Note: I'm very sorry for making you guys wait so long for this chapter. Enjoy!

They say death is supposed to be peaceful, calm. It was anything but that for me. I felt nervous, scared, but for some reason I didn't feel pain, which was nice. Except the reason I didn't feel pain was terrifying.

Trying to decide if anything was broken, I tried moving my left leg. It moved with ease, almost easier than it had been before. Testing my other limbs, I found nothing was broken. But I still didn't open my eyes, scared of what I would see.

Where am I? What am I? Am I dead? Am I alive? And although I didn't want to think of this as a possibility, could I be an animatronic?

These and millions more questions swarmed in my head, and I had to struggle to think clearly.

Knowing I couldn't keep my eyes closed forever, I opened them. I braced myself for what I was about to see. I was in a room, I knew that. So, death is out of the question. An island was in the middle of the room. Counters were against the wall on three sides. A few fridges and stoves were also placed against the wall, interrupting the flow of counters. This was obviously a kitchen.

A camera hung from one side of the room. It's was smashed, wires and pieces of metal hung out. I remembered that in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza the kitchen only had audio. Last time I used this camera, I heard pots and pans clashing around. Now, there wasn't even a peep.

Nothing seemed unusual with myself, but I still hadn't looked down, afraid I would see an animatronic body. I remembered very vividly Freddy stuffing me into a suit and shivered from the thought of it.

I kept put, searching for a sound to prove someone was around. Eventually, my ears caught something. Talking, sounding far away.

"-told you not to. You went to far Freddy!" A robotic voice, Chica, said.

"I know, Chica. I don't think he'd ever forgive us. " Freddy replied quietly.

"We killed the night guard, but we still aren't in the afterworld." Bonnie noticed.

"Bonnie, we didn't kill him. We stuffed him, casted him to centuries of torment." Freddy sighed deeply. "His soul is in a suit."

"Oh."

"Freddy, why were his eyes... like ours?" Chica asked after a few minutes.

"I think Mike had another soul with him." Freddy answered quietly. "Like us."

"B-but... how is that possible?" Chica asked, sounding completely astonished.

"Well, you know what happens when we get angry. Our vision turns red and the souls take over. That's exactly what happened to Mike, I think. I have no idea how he could've gotten the soul though." Freddy explained.

A pan that had been on the edge of one counter tipped off, thankfully empty.

"I think I heard something from the kitchen." Chica stated. She must have keen ears.

"Maybe Mike... woke up?" Freddy questioned. "I really need to apologize."

"Maybe..." Bonnie replied.

I heard metal feet clanking down the hall, towards the kitchen. Freddy had said I was in a suit. I took a shaky breath, and slowly looked down.

Gray plastic. I looked at my hands. Short, gray fingers. The build was thin, but sturdy. I was almost positive there was a snout on my face and dog ears on my head.

Every part of me froze with the sudden realization of everything.

"Please be a dream. Please be a dream. Please be a dream." I muttered.

The doors to the kitchen opened, and in popped three robots. Each door clicked shut behind them.

Bonnie took a spot near the door, seeming nervous. Chica and Freddy stepped closer to me. Freddy kneeled down, and Chica sat on her legs.

"S-stay away f-from me!" I said, not able to get past a whisper.

"It's okay. We won't hurt you." Chica said, her usual loud and fast talking replaced with a quiet, calm voice.

Freddy looked at Chica, a glare that read 'go.'

Chica glared back, not wanting to leave, but eventually sighed in defeat. She stood up, and left the room, Bonnie soon trailing behind.

"Mike... I-I'm sorry. I went overboard and... I didn't mean to hurt you... B- but I couldn't control myself. Do you think you'd be able to fo-forgive me?" Freddy asked solemnly. His eyes shined with regret and desperateness. The shakiness in his voice caused by his sadness.

The shock of it all still hadn't worn off, but I was able to whisper, "I don't know."

Freddy sighed, "I don't blame you. Just remember, I'll never forgive myself."

I nodded my head, staring out in oblivion.

A firm hand placed itself on my shoulder. It got no response, not even a flinch.

"Mike? Are you okay?" Freddy asked, concern lacing his voice.

This time, I sighed. "No, Freddy. I'm not okay. You stuffed me in this suit! Left me to rot! So, no. I am not okay..."

A tear traced down my face. Wait, not a tear. Oil. I covered my face with my plastic hands. I couldn't handle it.

"Ju-jus-just... Go. Pl-please." I said between sobs.

Freddy nodded, then began slowly walking out the door, but not before saying, "You know where to find us if you need anything. Just... don't come out after six am."

The doors clicked shut. I was left alone to my thoughts. My brain was asking so many questions, but couldn't think of any answers. The shock of it all soon subsided, along with my sobbing.

Now, just sitting, listening to the calmness of silence.

"How long had I been out?" I asked myself.

I raised my wrist to check my watch, which I forgot wasn't there. With the new animatronic body being too easy to move, I accidentally hit myself in the face.

"Dang it!" I whispered angrily to myself.

I sighed, then looked around the room in search for a clock. Thankfully, there was a clock on a stove. Carefully, I got up, not wanting to hit myself again, and walked over to the clock. 5:57.

The pizzeria would be opening in a few minutes. I would be forced to stay in here for the day.

A worried thought popped into my head. The cooks would have to come in here to cook food, right? They would see me. Wouldn't the pizzeria be closed, with the two missing people and all, thought?

I contemplated risking getting seen by my boss to go out and ask the band. Apparently I took too long to think, because I could hear the front doors open. The familiar click-clack of Mr. Fazbear's shoes resonated off the walls of the silent pizzeria.

How could the pizzeria be open?

I heard him walk towards the kitchen. His footsteps stopped right in front of the door.

"Hm. What's this?" Mr. Fazbear asked himself.

I peeked through the keyhole of the kitchen. My boss knelt down, and picked something up off the ground. My watch. He flipped it over, so the clock of the watch faced down. Mr. Fazbear studied the watch closely. In it, my name was engraved.

"Mike?" Mr. Fazbear called.

No answer.

"This wasn't here yesterday. And... Mike... he's been gone for over a month." My boss went over the possibilities. He seemed to have trouble saying my name, as if it caused him a lot of pain. Perhaps it did.

He sighed. "Mike?" Mr. Fazbear called again, getting no answer.

Mr. Fazbear's hand flew to his face. He used the back of his hand to wipe off the onslaught of tears.

I twitched for a moment, not used to this new body, and accidentally hit the door. A thump sounded throughout the quiet pizzeria.

My boss jumped at this sudden noise and dropped the watch on the clock face, smashing the glass.

"A-anyone here?" He hesitated.

I sprinting silently to a bottom cupboard, and crawled into it. It was very cramped, and I had to sit in the weirdest position to fit. I prayed he wouldn't find me.

The door handle jangled, like it was about to open.

"Why is this door locked?" Mr. Fazbear muttered from behind the closed door. "Whatever, I have a key anyway."

Keys jingled, and eventually the door squeaked open. I held my nonexistent breath.

"Hello?" My boss spoke unsurely.

Like the many other times, he got no response.

"Mike? Are you here?" He asked.

Again, silence.

I heard a cupboard slam shut. He was checking the cupboards! I would be found!

Bang!

A sudden and loud sound came from the show stage. The series of cabinet doors slamming stopped.

"I need a new night guard." Mr. Fazbear groaned.

The doors to the kitchen produced a satisfying click, proving Mr. Fazbear had left.

I wanted nothing more at the moment then to get out of this cramped space, but I knew it would be too dangerous. Mr. Fazbear could come back in, and if I locked the doors, that would seem suspicious.

So I stayed put. The sound of children's cheering soon filled the once silent pizzeria.

No one came into the kitchen, not even any cooks. Yet, I stayed put in the tiny space. Nothing eventful happened to me that day. And although I did love children, hearing them yelling and cheering for hours on end would make anyone want to rip their own ears off.

Eventually, after hearing hours of their cheering, it died down. Then soon went away completely as the last of the kids were dragged out by their parents.

The clock ticked with each passing second. I waited for the bell that signaled 12:00 o'clock.

As I waited, I heard footsteps down the hall. Not mechanical, though. Human. Instantly, I thought of Mr Fazbear. On the first night he said his wife gets worried if he's not home by twelve, though.

The doors squeaked open once again. Shoes clacked on the ground, very slowly. I heard my boss sigh.

"M-Mike? If y-you can hear m-me... I just want to say, I'm s-sorry." Mr. Fazbear's voice wavered with sadness.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

The ringing stopped and Mr. Fazbear said, "Hello." I guessed his wife called him.

"You know I get worried if your not home now." A muffled female voice spoke.

"Sorry, honey. I had to... finish up some paperwork." He replied.

The voice on the other end sighed. "Ok, Jerry. But you know I don't like those animatronics. Hurry back."

The talking stopped. After a while I heard him sniffle. He stayed a bit longer, but eventually his shoes clacked out the door.

I practically fell out of the cupboard and onto the ground, thankful to be out of that terribly small space. Breathing a sigh of relief, I got up to my feet. It was going to take a while to get used to this new body.

"What now? Am I just going to stay in here?" I whispered to myself.

Deciding that staying in this room would be too boring, and since I literally had nothing to lose now, I thought I would go and see the band.

I was still mad, and sort of scared of Freddy, but I can't stay angry forever. Since when has anger ever solved anything anyway?

Slowly, I walked to the door. I cracked it open a teeny bit, and looked to see if anyone was there. As far as I could tell, no humans were in the pizzeria, unless you count the body jammed in this suit. I opened the door fully, and slowly walked into the hallway. My metal feet sounded like bombs compared to the otherwise silent pizzeria.

I cautiously made my way to the show stage. The robotic crew were just starting to move. Wondering if this was a bad idea, I hesitated to go in. I eventually gathered the courage, and went ahead.

Author's Note: I think this chapter was too long, so I'm making it into two parts