Being Human
I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's. Scott Cawthon does.
Summary: Mike checks the back room like Phone Guy asked. What he finds…is something that has to be seen to be believed.
Warnings: slight gore, dark themes, swearing, death frequently mentioned/discussed.
Notes: A story told in drabbles rather than full chapters.
Clearly, the message didn't get across last time, so I'll say it again: Scott Cawthon confirmed Phone Guy and Purple Guy ARE NOT the same person. Stop reviewing just to shove theories (keyword: THEORIES) in to my face. It's. REALLY. Freaking. Annoying.
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Phone Guy stared at his feet as the silence of the morning continued. Mike had gone to sleep a while ago, snoring lightly and drooling a little. Neither bothered Phone Guy one bit; he was just glad Mike was sleeping well. Heaven knows he had had trouble falling asleep when he was still a night guard.
The dead man sighed. Now he really did have trouble going to sleep. He lifted his hands and stared at them again, then looked back to Mike. This man had been so kind to him, so friendly, and he had done nothing in return. He felt…like he needed to do something. Maybe. But what?…Wait. There was something…but he couldn't do it alone. He'd have to get Mike's help. It would've been so much easier if he'd still had his normal body. He'd get more freedom, more movement. He'd be with the people he used to know. Not that being with Mike was bad, but…it just wasn't enough.
Mike would awaken soon, he bet, so he lowered his hands to avoid questions and settled his head in them, "Wonder what Diane and Cindy would think of me now…"
