Mike and the animatronics girls gathered around his computer. Like BB had mentioned, there was someone knocking on the entrance door. It was a young woman with red hair and purple pigtails.
Are the purple sections of hair real?
Mike moved on and took note of her striking gray eyes. Something about them was unnerving.
But what stuck out to Mike was her tan trench coat. It might be because of the dramas he watched, but that seemed especially suspicious.
"There really is someone out there…" Mangle nervously thought aloud.
"And she's still knocking," BB marveled. "You think she's going to do that all night?"
"I think a better question would be why she's here in the first place," Freddy said.
"Let's see…" BB scratched her head as she contemplated that question. "Mysterious lady here early in the morning and is wearing a baggy, suspicious trench coat and probably won't leave until someone answers her… Hmm…"
She soon imagined a light bulb lighting up over her head as the answer suddenly revealed itself to her. "I got it; she's a news reporter trying to reveal that we're living animatronics!"
"At night?!" Bonnie fretted.
"What better time? Charlie isn't here to give the usual corporate speak," BB pointed out.
"…Has this occurred before?" Mike asked.
"Lots of times," Spring-Bonnie casually answered. "Guess not everyone buys the whole 'highly advanced life-like' animatronic thing."
"The premise does wholly rely on the idea of actual living animatronics being out of technological reach right now," Mike replied.
"What's really surprising is that she's trying to get attention," Marionette noted.
"What do you mean?" Freddy asked.
"Wouldn't someone trying to figure out the truth not try to bring attention to themselves? The most she would get is a 'you're not allowed to enter the building right now' line."
"That's… Kind of a scary good point."
"So, what do we do know?" Mangle fretted.
"Get Fredbear to deal with her," Spring-Bonnie immediately suggested.
"Kind of a disproportionate solution, don't you think? Freddy bluntly replied.
"Well, what else do we do?"
Without saying a word, Mike stood up and walked towards one of the office doors.
"Where're you going, Night Guard?" Bonnie asked.
"I believe this is one of the duties I have been hired for." Mike answered.
With those parting words, he left the room.
"…Anyone else found him saying that really cool?" Bonnie asked.
The others nodded their head in agreement.
"But is Night Guard going to be okay going alone?" Mangle worriedly asked.
"Ye need not worry, Mangy. Night Guard will go forth and effortlessly deal with the stranger at our door," Foxy assured her.
Seconds after that assertion, Mike stepped back into the room.
"What's wrong, Night Guard?" Bonnie queried.
"It had occurred to me that I do not have a uniform nor any other proof that I work here as a night guard," he said.
"Probably would have had a uniform by now if the previous ones didn't constantly take them with them," Spring-Bonnie playfully pointed out.
"It's not like we should have expected them to undress when running for their lives…" Freddy sighed.
"So… Can we get Fredbear then?"
"No. We just need proof that Night Guard works here."
"What about a costume?" Chica suggested. "Don't we have a security costume somewhere with the others?"
"That's a great idea, Chica!" Bonnie complimented.
"Aye! Leave the costume search to me!" Foxy declared.
The robotic fox dashed out of the room and Freddy approached Mike.
"I can get you the last piece of the uniform that you'll need," she informed him.
Following her lead, Mike soon found himself strolling into Charlie's office.
"Are you sure I'm allowed in here while Charlie isn't here?" Mike asked.
"Charlie doesn't mind anyone coming in here as long as no one messes with anything important," Freddy assured him.
She walked to the desk and opened its drawer.
"Here it is."
Freddy pulled a small, metallic gold badge out of the desk and presented it to Mike with a smile. "Here you go."
"Thank you."
Accepting the badge, Mike brought it close to his face.
"Something wrong?"
"No, I was just expecting a name tag variant."
"We don't really have those since Charlie was the only person in that position that stayed longer than a night," Freddy explained. "Also, Charlie also stopped giving these out for the same reason Spring-Bonnie mentioned earlier."
"I see…"
The two soon returned to his office where Foxy awaited.
"Got ye clothes, matey," she said, tossing the uniform to Mike.
The costume consisted of black slacks, a grey tactical short sleeve shirt and a cap with the words "Fazbear Entertainment" stitched across the front.
"Thank you, Foxy."
He threw the uniform over his clothes and pinned the badge to his shirt. Mike then placed the final article of clothing over his head, completing the expected night guard aesthetic.
"Is she still outside?" he asked.
"Yep and still knocking," BB marveled. "She has to be an undercover news reporter or even a spy sent by a rival to steal information!"
"Kinda surprised the second one hasn't happen yet," Spring-Bonnie thought aloud. "Unless one of the 'news reporters' was a spy…"
"Either way, perhaps it would be best for everyone to return to their designated positions for now," Mike suggested.
His suggestion was met with approving nods, something that was foreign to him.
With no idea what else to say, Mike once again departed for the entrance, completely unaware of the trance like state he was leaving them in.
"…Is it me or does he pull off the serious security look off really well?" Spring-Bonnie asked.
The others nodded their heads in agreement.
Mike continued his trek through the establishment, mentally steeling himself for the task until he arrived at the front door.
He unlocked the door and cautiously opened it.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
The woman quietly stared at Mike. It was as if she was taking in his visage.
"Ma'am, are you okay?"
The stranger continued to stare at Mike until she suddenly drew his attention to a sign.
"Parking Lot E," he read aloud.
"I accidently knocked this down with my vehicle," the stranger said with a thick southern accent.
"I see. And you wanted to inform anyone available of your accident?"
"Exactly. My father taught me not to just do a hit and run, so…" The young woman shoved the sign into Mike's hands. "Here you go."
"Okay…"
"Now the guilt is gone and my mind is clear… I can finally go home and sleep now."
The woman soon turned to leave; the moment she was out of sight, Mike proceeded to inspect the sign.
"Hm."
He leaned the sign against the exterior of the building before walking back inside.
On the way back to his office, Mike noticed the door to the garage creak open.
"Ladies."
As if on cue, the animatronic girls tumbled out of the garage.
"We weren't being nosy!" BB immediately stated.
"Yes, we were…" Freddy admitted.
"I can't exactly blame any of you for wanting to know what was happening, but how come you didn't observe from the cameras?" Mike questioned.
"Foxy said we should head to the Faz-mobile in case we needed a quick escape," Spring-Bonnie answered.
"Aye, a fox nor a pirate lets themselves be caught without a backup option," Foxy proudly boasted. "But it appears we didn't need that for you have successfully guarded this establishment with yar life."
"I wouldn't exactly say I put my life on the line…" Mike replied.
Foxy suddenly pulled him close, pushing his cheek against her own. "Still, this merits a celebration! I suggest frothy mugs of water for everyone!"
"To my tolerable limit," Mike added.
…
Mike slowly opened his eyes. With him immediately finding himself staring at the ceiling, he found it safe to assume that he was rendered unconscious once again.
"Ah, you're awake."
Mike shifted his gaze ever so slightly to find Bonnie smiling down at him.
"I went over my tolerable limit, didn't I?" he asked.
"Kinda… But you can't exactly blame yourself when you're chugging frothy mugs of water with Foxy."
Mike slowly sat up. No longer was he in the kitchen; now he was back in his office.
"Foxy carried you here," Bonnie explained. "Said she felt bad about making you drink too much again."
"She shouldn't blame herself. I was the one that drunk too much," Mike replied. "Allow this to be an unintentional reminder for me to never touch what pirates truly drink."
"That's a positive and kinda educational way of looking at it."
The two followed that sudden voice to find Charlie standing in one of the doorways.
"Morning guys," she greeted. "That the only thing interesting thing happen last night?"
"Well… We did have someone come to the front door earlier," Bonnie answered.
"Seriously? Is that why one of the parking lot signs is near the front door?"
"That was me," Mike chimed in.
"Huh. Hey, Bonnie, do you think you could give us a moment?" Charlie requested.
"O-Okay."
Mike could tell by the expression on her face that she didn't want to and yet she still obliged.
Once, Bonnie was gone, Charlie asked, "So… what exactly happened during your shift?"
"A lady knocked on our door for a good amount of time to inform someone that they were the reason the sign fell," Mike explained.
"Seriously? That's really all she wanted?"
"She said it was so she wouldn't have a guilty conscience."
Charlie crossed her arms as she contemplated that explanation. "And any reason you left the sign outside?"
Mike scratched his right cheek, but couldn't understand why he was doing so. He had never done so before and yet it felt natural to do so.
"I guess I may have been a bit paranoid over the whole situation," he finally answered.
"You're a night guard; you're supposed to be a little paranoid," Charlie assured him. "But maybe whoever it was was just a Good Samaritan. There wasn't any hidden devices on the sign after all."
Mike simply stared at his boss.
"I'm a little paranoid too thanks to my dad," Charlie sheepishly admitted. "Anyway, you made sure she didn't get into the building, so nice work, Mike."
"Charlie, I don't feel like I really did anything."
"That's what being a night guard is supposed to feel."
Mike once again silently stared at his boss.
"I'm not sorry," she chuckled. "You practically handed me an opportunity for a SpongeBob reference on a silver platter."
"I suppose so…"
"But seriously Mike what really matters is that nothing happened and you helped just by being here since apparently she wouldn't have left until she saw a human face."
"I see…"
"Any of this getting through to you?" she worriedly asked.
"It is. I just feel uneasy for some reason or another."
"I get it. Normally, someone would just drive off and hope there weren't any cameras to tag their plates. Not to mention the question of why they were in the parking lot so late in the first place. It's all very weird.
But at this point the best we can do is keep an eye on this person if they ever show up again."
"Right."
"Yeah so… Why don't you head home and get some rest? I'm sure you could use it," Charlie suggested.
"Alright."
Charlie kept her curious eyes on Mike as he slowly stood on his feet.
"You want walk out normally or are you going to do that disappearing thing you do?"
"I'll leave normally," Mike replied. "Have a good day, Charlie."
"Have a good day's sleep, Mike."
The young man yawned as he journeyed towards the entrance. Right now, sleep was all he looked forward to.
"Night Guard!"
Mike turned around and curiously watched Bonnie approach him. "Yes, Bonnie?"
"Um…" the blue bunny awkwardly scratched the back of her head. "I know it wasn't long but I had fun hanging out with you this shift."
"Likewise."
"So… It would be okay for us to do it again?"
Mike nodded his head prompting a big smile to spread across Bonnie's face.
"Okay. See you tonight, Night Guard."
"Mm."