Heh...uh, long time no see?

I mean kinda, if you follow my other story you know that I have been active, just not on this one.

So, sorry about the lack of updates, I do have plans for this one! Just...not always the same amount of motivation.

Anyways, I hope you guys have been having a good week!

Onto reviews...

TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3: Yes, Freddy in this one is a bit more...violent? Heh, yeah, I would not want to be in the same room as this guy...as for if they will meet? Suppose you will have to see!

Fantom Knight: Ah yes, the inevitably meeting between the two of them, it will happen as for when? I cannot say. As for Andrew...okay, so yes, Andrew is alive. According to Michael he believes that he and Andrew are the only ones left, I'm sorry if that is confusing to you. There was a period of time that Michael thought he was the last Afton, but in the sentence after that he says 'Well, that is what he had assumed, until on the same day he saw the paper, he got a call from Andrew. Apparently he was the manager at this location and wanted to talk to him again' That is in chapter one. I'm sorry if this was confusing to you, or anyone else.

Valkoor123113: I will do my best!

Guest: Ah yes, Leo, the problematic child. Leo, in case anyone is curious, is a part of technically my main fic in this universe. He is in the fic called The Difference of Staying Alive and Living. He is the guard at the fnaf 1 location. This fic takes place in the same universe as that one.

Also, for clarifications, incase it wasn't clear...here are the occupations of the characters.

Colt: Technician

Michael: Guard/technician (really, anything Andrew orders him to be)

Andrew: Manager

Bob: Technician

Jerry: Technician

Lucas: (Colts Younger brother)

I own nothing but my characters

Credit to my bestie for all her help in my fics.

Chapter 5
Don't Call the Cops

Colt took deep breaths as he concentrated on not touching anything he shouldn't.

This was very difficult, his hands were itching to study and explore this fascinating machine, but he also could feel the soulless eyes upon him, and he reasoned that it wasn't worth it.

Bonbon was watching him as well, and more seriously watching every move that Colt made.

He glanced up at the bunny every so often, as he worked on replacing the spring in the faceplate. It had been bent so awkwardly it had no hopes of being repaired. So his only solution was to replace the entire spring, which meant removing the face piece entirely.

He glanced up at the bear again, those blue eyes were locked on him and Colt offered a bit of a smile up and him before he took a breath and turned back to the faceplate.

Finally he managed to remove it and take a breath as he scooted closet examining the spring in the face. It was busted, bent and tangled in it's own wires.

"I'm gonna have to replace the spring." He informed looking up at him again, the bear nodded after a moment and the technician took a breath before slowly and carefully removing the broken spring.

He placed it next to him before fishing around for a new one. But something pink caught his gaze and he turned to look.

There was a piece of fabric coming from Freddy's stomach plate. His eyes couldn't help but lock onto it.

Should he ask him? Would the bear even tell him?

Would that only enrage him?

"Human?" Bonbon asked leaning over and looking at him, Colt jumped and looked up at him before at Freddy. The bear was staring at him. Colt swallowed and took a breath smiling again.

"Nothing, just was thinking about how happy the kids are gonna be when you are all fixed up again. Hey, you mind if I look in your stomach? I think I read where they kept spare parts in there just in case." He fibbed, and the bear stared at him a moment squinting before nodding again. Colt nodded his thanks and looked around for the release button, finding it. The panel over his stomach snapped open and Colt froze in his spot.

...was that blood?

The inside was a mess...it was a container of sorts, and there was a piece of pink fabric that fell out when the panel opened. But the fabric was no longer the thing Colt was concerned about.

No. He was concerned about the blood painted all over the walls of the small container.

"CoLt." The bear said, and Colt snapped his head up, the bear's eyes were glowing faintly.

The mechanic couldn't help but swallow.

"Y...yeah…?" He whispered out, the bear stared at him.

"FiNd thE pArT." He ordered, and the technician nodded shakily before swallowing and reaching inside and looking around for a part. All while his hand grabbed one he had from the box he brought.

"F...found it." He mumbled, and the second his closed fist was out, the panel snapped shut at a speed that would've chopped his hand off if he had been a second too late.

Said hands were shaking as he gazed at the bit of dried blood flakes.

It...it could've been red paint…

But his gut told him it wasn't.

With trembling hands, he replaced the spring and put the faceplate back on again.

He had to tell someone. They had to stop them from going out...how was this place even still open...did no one know? Was it intentional by the bot or an accident?

He wished he could say he believed it was a accident.

His mind spun, his hands on autopilot. Before he knew it, the faceplate was firmly back in place and the bear was testing it out, opening and closing it experimentally.

"FiXeD!" He cried making Colt jump and swallow.

Was he sweating? His forehead felt damp.

And amongst the millions of questions pounding at his skull, one stood out the most.

Where was the child?

If it had been an adult, people would be talking about it. But a child? A child could disappear easily and people could think it was a kidnapping.

And that fabric had sparkles on it.

His hands closed into a fists, and he drowned out the sound of Freddy and BonBon talking and celebrating.

He should ask him, demand where the blood was from and where the child was now.

But this bot had no qualms with killing him.

And he needed to get home to Lucas.

So, he swallowed his words and took a deep breath. The crazy bot probably wouldn't answer anyways.

"Thank you! It's all fixed now!" Bonbon said coming up to his face. Colt jumped and looked at him offering a half smile.

"Uh sure! No problem! Is...there anything else you need worked on?" He kept his voice light, and the blue bunny put his paw to his chin thinking.

"Nope! Can't think of anything else!" He declared and Colt nodded wiping off his hands on his pants.

"Okay, well I'm going to head out. I'm glad we have reached a not-trying-to-kill-me point." He said and earned a chuckle from them.

Colt had to get out of there and ask the other workers what the heck was going on here...and tell them about this.

No way should children be around these things.

The bear and bunny watched him leave, he sent them a sheepish smile before climbing down the ladder and leaving the room.

The moment his feet hit the ground he was off running, he went straight for the locker room and slid inside taking a deep breath.

Lucky for him Bob and Jerry were still there. He huffed a breath and they looked up at him with raised eyebrows.

"Guys...guys, Funtime Freddy. I...I found blood inside of him." He stammered out leaning over hands on his knees as he took deep breaths.

"Wait...what?" Jerry asked, stepping over, Colt nodded standing up straight again.

"Yes! And a piece of a little girl's shirt!" He ran his hands through his hair, "we need to call the cops, we need to find that girl and make sure she is safe! Or even alive!" He pointed out the door, "these things go to children's birthday parties!" He exclaimed, but paused when their reactions didn't match up with what he was saying. "...guys?"

"Didn't...you read your contract?" Bob asked slowly, and Colt blinked furrowing his brow.

"Of course I did!"

"...even the little box in the corner?" At that Colt frowned his brow furrowing more.

"There was a box?"

"...a box that explicitly stated that calling the police was not an option." Jerry explained, and Colt could only stare at them.

"...wait...you guys...knew about this?" His voice was quiet, and they shared a glance before taking a breath.

"Yes. When you are around those bots enough...you will see dried blood, or...something that looks like it belongs to a kid." Bob voiced softly, Colt stared at them wide eyed.

"You've got to be ***king kidding me." He breathed, and Jerry stepped forward.

"Listen, Andrew assured us that it's because the bots malfunction. They can't have any ill intention toward children." He explained, but Colt backed up shaking his head.

"No! There is murderous intent in that bear's eyes! He enjoyed the idea of killing!" His protest only caused them to sigh, but the brief moment of silence was disrupted by a clapping behind them.

Colt looked up and spotted their boss. He wore a baseball hat, and looked like he had some kind of oil on his hands. The technician could only stare at him. Jerry and Bob cleared the way.

"Clever boy huh?" Andrew asked, shoving his dirtied hands into his pockets. Colt's eyes narrowed and he stepped forward. "Jordan Street, 55506, apartment fourteen." Those words made the dark haired man stop in his tracks.

"W...wha...how do you…?"

But Andrew smirked, "that's unimportant, the important part is that I know. Your brother, Lucas wasn't it? Cute kid, sweet too, today he shared two of his cookies with a girl crying on the swing." He smirked even more, shadows crossing over his face, "but I'm sure you will hear about it this evening."

Colt could only stare before taking a breath and shifting his weight back on the foot behind him.

"Shut up." He said, fists clenching at his sides, but Andrew chuckled again.

"Or what?" He pushed off the wall and came over to him, Colt gazed at him, his brow set low.

"Or I'll shut you up." The words ripped from his throat in a growl. But the man before him only smirked, before removing his hat and putting it on Colt's head instead.

The technician bore witness to his multicolored hair and vaguely realized he must've dyed it again recently.

Not that it was important.

"I wouldn't threaten me Byrd." He warned, and everyone but their manager froze as the sound of metal scraping against metal came from above.

The three technicians looked up only to find one of the ceiling vents had a singular glowing eye in it.

Colt stumbled back first, his brows drawn inward, he turned to look at Andrew, but he was already walking out.

"You call the police, I send one of my little metallic friends to your house." He turned and looked at him with a grin that sent shivers down Colt's spine. "And you don't need me to tell you how much they can make him scream." With that he left the room, the door shutting with a hiss behind him.

With him gone Colt grabbed the nearest object and chucked it against the wall letting out an enraged shout.

There was silence for a few moments before Jerry let out a breath.

"I'm sorry kid. It really isn't that ba-"

"Shut up." He growled, and the lack of response indicated the man listened.

The youngest technician stood there heaving for breath and trying to think.

The solution was simple. They run.

They run and never return, it was simple, and effective, how far was this guy's reach really? It was just one location.

Colt took a breath and nodded rolling his shoulders.

Yeah, this would work.

Without sparing Jerry and Bob a second glance. Colt grabbed what he felt was needed from his locker and left the building.

It would be fine. He just needed to get Lucas up, pack essential things and get out.

As he walked home, he tried to ignore the feeling that he was being followed.

"As the sun sets, so also does another chapter in the saga of love lust between Vlad and his distressed mistress. Can they be reconciled? Can their love rise again? That, and more, happening now!" The announcer's voice cut through the silence in the darkened house.

Michael sat curled up holding his head and buried under a blanket. He had failed to change from his uniform, and the scattered pair of shoes on the ground indicated he had just kicked them off.

In his lap sat his bowl of popcorn, and it was more difficult to grab with the shaking of his hands.

He was fine, he was home, and he didn't even get injured.

But every time he closed his eyes he saw that bear.

Tears spilled out of his eyes and this time he made no effort to stop them. He wasn't even paying that much attention to the show. He just wanted to curl up and hide forever.

Michael wasn't going back there. Not again, never again.

The guard jumped at the sound of his phone going off. With a breath and calming his beating heart, the man grabbed his phone and checked notifications.

Only to stiffen at who sent him the text.

Andrew.

Biting his lip, he opened up the text only to freeze and inhale sharply.

Why did he have to be this cruel?

On his phone was a picture, a picture he would've rather not seen ever again.

Elizabeth.

The small redhead was braiding her Michael's hair, and the boy sat there, pouting and hugging the small Fredbear stuffy that sat in his lap.

The blue thumbnail in the picture told him who took the picture.

Mom, their mom.

Before he knew what he was doing, his trembling hands were sloppily responding to the malicious man.

Whu arw you swndinf me thus?

Michael sighed and retyped it more carefully this time.

Why are you sending me this?

With the demand clearer, he pressed the send button and leaned back against the couch. Eyes lifting to the tv, only to sigh again.

He had no idea what was going on, he would have to rewatch it later.

The ding from his phone made him pull it up to eye level.

You want to know what happened to them right?

The question made him pause and just gaze at the question.

What was this? Was this some kind of trick? To lure him in?

How did Andrew always know how to do that?

After a few moments he took a breath and slowly responded.

How could you possibly know?

He wished the text on screen could show the frustration he felt bubbling in his chest.

It took mere moments before the response came through.

For being father's favorite, he really didn't tell you anything did he?

That made Michael stiffen.

Father, mother, sister.

In one conversation Andrew managed to remind Michael of everything he had lost.

Andrew, I'm tired, and I'm not in the mood to deal with your antics.

With that he tossed his phone onto the couch and grabbed the remote, reversing the video and shoving popcorn into his mouth roughly.

His phone kept going off, but he resolutely ignored it before passing out on the couch not even thirty minutes later.

Now, he was sure he was being followed.

Colt had taken a wide scenic route back to his place, there would be no justifiable reason for someone to follow him, unless they were following him.

Finally, he turned down an alleyway suddenly, after turning a corner and waited. He pulled out his phone and held it out, waiting for someone to turn the corner.

He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of not a person, but a oddly colored dog on the reflection of his phone screen.

Pausing he turned and looked around the corner, the animal spotted him and came bounding over.

"A...dog. A dog has been following me." He muttered, and the large sized animal sat down in front of him, tongue hanging out of its mouth as it panted for breath.

"Um...hello to you too, I guess." At his greeting, the animal perked up and wagged its tail more.

"Hello! Hello!" The technician jumped and looked at his phone in his hand. The screen was lit up, with a message on it.

Hello! Hello!

Was what it read, just like it had spoken aloud.

Frowning, the man opened up his phone and checked the message, and who it was from.

"Wait...whose L...Lolbit?" At that, the dog beside him barked, he jumped again looking at it. "You're Lolbit?"

"Yes! Yes!" His phone called again, he jumped once more and looked back at his phone, a new message appeared, mimicking what it had just spoken.

His brow furrowed deeply as he looked between the dog and the phone in his hand.

What the ***l was going on here?!

Michael groaned and rubbed his face at the knocking on his door.

"Leave me be!" He ordered, but to no avail, the person was quite insistent. Pounding on the wooden barrier that separated Michael from the outside world.

Finally, realizing that the only way for the banging to stop was to make the person go away, Michael struggled up to his feet and stumbled over with a hard breath. Last night's stress had given him nightmares. Like the kinds he had when he was a child…

The door swung open and he was soon face to face with the last person he wanted to see.

"Ah! Brother!" The grinning face of his elder sibling made Michael instantly shrink back, curling more in on himself.

"H...he...hey Andrew..." he stammered, and the man didn't wait a second before barging inside with a arm full of groceries. Michael stumbled back and gazed after him warily. "What are those?"

"Groceries of course!" He claimed before setting the bags on the counter. Michael eyed him carefully, and kept a good distance between the two of them.

"Why are you bringing me groceries?" He asked, voice low, Andrew hummed as he unpacked his groceries and setting them on the counter.

"Well, you kept turning down my offers for dinner together. Figured you must have become a hermit, sooo here I am! To be a hermit with you!" He turned and smiled brightly at him, Michael however didn't smile back. He gripped the edge of the table and took a deep breath.

"What do you really want Andrew?" He asked, gazing at him from under his brows.

The man paused as he pulled groceries from the bag, he let out a soft chuckle.

"You got smart after the 'incident' I'll give you that Mikey." The younger brother bit the inside of his cheek and took a breath.

"Mmmhmm, yeah...'incident'." He grumbled looking to the side.

Andrew looked at him, and the smaller brother couldn't help but shift under his gaze, "you signed a contract Mike. You have to come back tonight."

And there it was.

"Come back to the place that tried to kill me?" He demanded, lifting his eyes to the man before him. Andrew raised an eyebrow.

"Zoo-keepers work with animals who try to kill them. Just think of them like that. Dangerous animals." He then turned around and leaned back against the counter. "No one forced you to sign that contract. You did it on your own." He pointed out and Michael averted his eyes.

"You didn't exactly give me a choice Andrew." He grumbled, and Andrew could only chuckle in response.

"You have always had a choice Mike, you just are too scared to do anything." He shrugged, but Michael's hands curled into fists.

"What choice? The choice to stand up to you?" He looked at him, eyes brimming with defiance. "And you would be okay with that? Huh?" He challenged and Andrew gazed at him calmly with a smirk.

"You never let me finish over text Mikey. I know what happened to our family, and I will tell you. But you have to make it through the week." He got up and came over to him, Michael held his ground, but wished he hadn't as Andrew stood right in front of him gazing down upon him. "And I know you want to know what happened to daddy dearest."

At that Michael felt his stomach drop.

No, he didn't know what happened to his dad…

He speculated what happened to his sister...and he did know what happened to his mother.

She had left, but that was a really long time ago, Michael barely remembered her.

However, he never knew what happened to his father.

They had never even found his body.

"Why do you want me there so bad?" He finally asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

He didn't know if Andrew was lying, he didn't know if this was all just a big manipulation. But he had always wondered what had happened to their father. Did he leave?

It had broken Michael when their father disappeared, and more often then not, he wished he was still here.

"Because, I want to help you get over your fear." His elder brother responded with a smile, a smile that made Michael tense up.

"This seems like an odd way of doing that, especially since they actively want to kill me." He muttered, eyes lifting again to Andrew. The man raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? And how do you know that? Handunit said that the machinery interfered with Freddy, are you sure it wasn't your childhood fears coming back to the surface?" He asked, and Michael paused and shifted.

Was it? Was it just his imagination?

"I...I don't know..." He muttered, and Andrew took a breath.

"Well. You heard my offer, I suggest you take it." He said, moving past Michael and to the door.

The younger man watched him go, hands in his pockets.

"Do you really know what happened to father?" He asked quietly, and Andrew paused, his hand on the doorknob.

"Yes." He looked over his shoulder at him and smirked a bit, "that and more." With that, he then left the apartment. Michael stared after him before looking at the groceries on the counter with a deep breath.

***t.

He better bring some kind of weapon for tonight.

Whew, that chapter took way longer then it should've to write. Hopefully I can start updating this one a bit more.

What did you think of what Colt found? Do you think the kid is still alive? Do you think Andrew is continuing his father's legacy? Do you think Andrew will actually tell Michael? What of Colt and Lucas? Think they will be able to get away?

I'd love to hear what you think!