3 nights. 3 nights fighting for my life from a bunch of robots dressed as cartoon animals. Mike wished he could laugh at that.

"Where's Chica!? Where's Chica!?"

Mike made himself shut up. Talking out loud just made it worse. He took a breath and listened. In the distance, he could hear pots and pans banging around in the Kitchen. He knew where Chica was. Chica wouldn't be in there for long though. It would be good to try to stop the other animatronics wherever they were for now before Chica got to close.

Freddy was still on the Show Stage. Phone Guy said that he was going to become more active as the week progressed, but Mike didn't know how bad things were going to get for a Wednesday. Freaking Phone Guy. Mike didn't know where Bonnie was, but he had gotten used to its pattern. He realized it would be smart to start from the end of Bonnie's path, in case Bonnie was closer than he was hoping. Mike switched to the West Hall Corner. Bonnie wasn't there. Something seemed different though. Mike didn't like details he couldn't get. It made him feel like he was missing something. Eventually, he realized that the poster in the room was brighter than usual. He hadn't paid that much attention to the posters, but he was pretty sure that he would have noticed a picture of a bright yellow Freddy in there. Whatever it was, Mike didn't like it. Maybe Bonnie had gone by without him noticing and changed the posters for some reason. If that was the case, he could be right outside the left door…

Without even thinking about it, Mike closed the left door. He checked the lights. Bonnie wasn't there. So what was with the poster? Mike went back to the tablet.

At the exact instant that he turned from the window to his tablet, Mike saw something big and yellow out of the corner of his eye.

IT'S ME.

"WHAT THE HELL!?"

Mike almost threw his tablet. As soon as he looked back up though, whatever was there wasn't there anymore. What the hell was it though? Mike knew that this job was getting to him, but he didn't think it would actually make him see and hear things. No matter what he said to Faz though, it was just ridden off as nerves. Mike had gotten nerves before his high school algebra test. If that was nerves, what the hell would Faz make of this? This hadn't been the first time Mike had seen stuff here. It was just the first time something had come into the office.

He had to focus. Get through the night, and then have the panic attack. Mike turned on the tablet, which went back to the West Hall corner. Bonnie was there now, staring up at the camera with blacked out eyes, but the yellow poster wasn't. Mike would worry about the poster later, but for now he'd need to keep his left door down. Now that he had refocused himself, Mike realized that he didn't hear Chica in the Kitchen anymore. He switched to the East Hall Corner. Chica was there now. Mike had to keep her away; he couldn't afford to have both doors up at once. But he noticed something else. There wasn't a poster there anymore; there was some kind of newspaper article. The article was too small print for Mike to read, and he didn't want to look to much into it anyway in case this triggered something else, but before Mike switched to the Pirate Cove, he was able to make out the title:

"Kids vanish at local pizzeria-bodies not found."

Mike tried to get it out of his mind. He had to focus on surviving, but no matter what happened, even when Foxy banged on his left door and Freddy left the Show Stage for the first time that week, Mike couldn't get an idea out of his head.

Was someone trying to tell him something?

…

My little guy almost got the Purple Man. He almost made him see things the way we do.

Sorry we still didn't get him though, Freddy.

It'll be alright. We'll get him. He can't hide forever.

Do you think that he's going to make it to Friday night?

I hope he does. I want him to hear me.

Freddy, what would have happened if the Golden kid got the Purple Man?

…To be honest…I don't really know…

…

Mike wasn't sure why he was coming back. It wasn't like he was doing this for the money anymore. He couldn't use money if he was stuffed inside of a suit. It wasn't because of a contract. Frankly, Mike would like to use that thing for toilet paper. He supposed it was just morbid curiosity. Something like this, as bad as it was, there had to be something behind it. Mike needed to figure it out. He had gone to the library after his last shift to look up old newspapers (what Mike had seen in the camera wasn't in the hall when he left.) The things that had happened here, with the entire franchise; why hadn't anyone looked into this before? What Mike hadn't found had bothered him more than what he had. The closest thing he could find referencing 'the bite of '87' that the Phone Guy (that was the only name Mike could give him) had told him about was a newspaper article from November 1987. The article was about a previous restaurant that had closed due to "possible malfunctions." If that was all that anyone had managed to write about this, then Fazbear Entertainment was very good at covering up accidents. What else was the store hiding? Mike was stupid to come back for this, but the only place that he could think of that could give him answers was the restaurant.

Mike took his seat again, wondering what other sage advice the Phone Guy had. How much did this guy know? How much was he hiding for the store? When this was over, Mike was going to find him and beat what he wanted out of the guy. The phone rang.

"Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day 4. I knew you could do it. Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow."

There was a banging sound in the background, sort of like what Mike heard when Foxy was at the door.

"Oh…"

"It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you uh, when I did. Uh, hey, do me a favor."

*bang bang*

"Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room?"

*bang bang*

"I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad."

*bang bang*

"Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there."

A chime started to play. Mike knew the song, even if he couldn't remember the exact title.

"You know..."

Something was moaning. It was the same raspy moan that Mike had once heard from Bonnie and Chica when they had gotten to the Hall corners.

"oh, no"

Something screamed, and the call ended in static.

Mike froze, but only for a second. He flipped the tablet straight to the Show Stage. This week had been like being in a war zone for him. You don't mourn people when your life is in danger.

"Sorry Phone Guy."