When Vincent woke up, he felt three thi- wait. That's already happened twice.
Vincent sat upright, feeling lightheaded. Let's see… breathing, check. Eyes working, check. Skin flayed, nope.
Vincent rubbed his arm. The area that he had flayed off was healed, feeling similar to a cut that had already healed most of the way. His left hand was the same way. Guess that was good. Would suck to have his primary hand completely disabled.
Vincent looked down at his clothing. Looked like most of it had been replaced. Probably for the better, seeing as he had bled out in them.
Wait a second. He had bled out entirely. Nobody could possibly survive that much injury, not even with the Puppet's healing care.
But that meant…
Vincent sat back down on the table in shock. He had died. He was certain of it. There was no way he could've possibly survived that… unless he didn't. The Puppet had brought him back once, the thing must've done so a second time.
"Holy crap..." Vincent muttered to himself. "I died…"
"Not permanently."
Vincent looked up to see Mike entering the room. "You wanted answers Vince. I'll give them to you. I shouldn't have lied in the first place."
"Right, so first you're going to tell me about the metal skeleton thing, right?"
"I'm going to tell you everything." Mike said. "When the spring locks broke and killed you, your bones were badly damaged. By the time we managed to recover your body, there was nothing left of them but splinters. The Puppet informed me that it would be completely impossible for him to recreate the bone cells properly. In order to make it possible for you to move at all, Fritz made a metal skeleton. Exactly like a normal one, simply mineral in origin. Don't worry about the fact that your immune system would ordinarily be lacking without the proper cellular structure. You're completely immune to any and every kind of disease."
"So I'm some sort of superhuman robot?" Vincent asked
"Far from it. Your increased speed and strength come from your strength of will. You're technically a ghost possessing a living body. The fact that your heart is beating is the only reason you aren't technically a zombie." Mike paused. "As for bringing you back… I wasn't entirely honest. Remember when you got shot?"
"Yeah, why?" Vincent said confused.
"You didn't survive. One bullet went through your heart, instead of merely grazing it. In addition, you had extensive lead poisoning. Nothing could have possibly saved you from dying. A similar thing occurred this time. You not only bled out, but you completely ruined a large amount of your skin. I believe I've told you this before, but skin is the second hardest thing for the Puppet to heal, right next to bone." Mike said.
"So then… how long have I been dead?" Vincent asked.
"A week." Mike answered.
"I've been dead a week…" Vincent mused. "So if, say, I were to shoot myself in the head, how long would it take to heal me?"
"The brain is incredibly complex Vincent. It would take several days just to fix your brain, then several more to replace your skull." Mike replied. "Oh, and we would probably remove just about everything from your room."
"Fine, I get your point. Suicide isn't the answer, even to curiosity." Vincent said. "So… What's happened in my week of being dead?"
"Well, we've got Pirate's Cove up and running, Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie are now the main attraction, and Goldie has been covering for your absence." Mike paused. "You're taking this surprisingly well."
"I've been through a lot of weird stuff. Floating dolls, ghosts getting beat up, getting killed by my previous murder victims. This seems about par for the course, all things considered." Vincent paused. "Although the part where I didn't kill that kid was kinda odd."
Mike sighed. Even after being resurrected, some things never change…
"So, how have things been running?" Vincent asked, walking with Mike into the main stage area.
"If you're implying that we fell apart while you were dead, you're incorrect. Frankly, the only problems that arose from that was that some of the children were upset that Spring was 'sick' again." Mike said. "The three onstage are amazingly popular, and Foxy's the single most popular animatronic."
They entered the main stage area to see Freddy, Foxy, Bonnie, and Chica playing a board game.
"I always wanted to ask you about the changes to the rules." Vincent told Mike.
"How so?" Mike asked
"Well, you've removed four of the rules." Vincent said. He started to count on his fingers. "Don't scream, don't touch Freddy, leave before dark, and don't poop on the floor."
"Well, most of those were entirely insane. I honestly have no idea why they had 'don't poop on the floor'." Mike answered.
"I was wondering why you removed the 'don't touch Freddy' rule." Freddy said from his position at the table. It seemed he was winning the game that the four were playing.
"Well, now that people have permission to touch you, you can finally receive hugs from the kids." Mike said.
Freddy gave it a moment's thought. "Never mind. Carry on."
"What exactly is your question Vincent?" Mike asked wearily.
"Well, I always thought that 'don't scream' was a pretty important rule." Vincent said.
"Says the man who put it in…" Bonnie muttered.
"Hey, there was a very good reason for that rule." Vincent said. "I… just don't remember why."
Mike sighed. "We've replaced them with more important rules. Don't injure the animatronics. Don't stay after closing time. No weapons."
"Aww. I love my knives." Vincent complained.
Mike shot him a glare. "The rules are for the customers Vince."
Vincent grinned evilly. "Sweet."
Mike sat down at the table. "What game are you guys playing?"
"Monopoly." Freddy answered.
"Ah, hope you don't mind if I watch then."
"Not at all Mister Schmidt, Not at all."
Surprise! Vincent did actually die back when he got shot. The whole "coming back to life" thing is mostly going to be used for comedic effect, I just needed to establish that it was possible.