Yeah, it's been a while. I feel like people are completely ignoring these, despite the important information they can hold. Ideas and all, you know? However, if you are (one of the few) that are reading these, I thank you and, since I currently don't have much to say (besides "for some reason I'm imaging myself typing a story similar to harrish6's Falling Into A Different Destiny where Error falls into a universe without monsters that's in the middle of World War 3, becomes a general while Bendy is on his side as a general too with possibly someone else from another fandom or something involved, and then the zombie apocalypse happens- I blame my friend who was talking and playing Black Ops 3 with all it's zombies for me thinking stuff like this even though he thinks Undertale and Fnaf is trash. Can you believe that?) so I'll let you continue. After all, you know where the credit goes to and you know I don't own anything except my laptop and name. On to the story with our miserable glitch! Also, this chapter has a bit (a lot) more cussing than the other chapters, but for some reason it just seemed appropriate.

~~~ With Error ~~~

Error stepped into the nothingness that was his prison... that kinda kept his secrets and possessions safe... yet tore his sanity to shreds. Shaking his head softly to rid his skull of the thoughts, Error carefully, silently placed the four cans of bacon soup on the ground (having decided that if he was being blamed for everything, he might as well blame everyone else for the fifth can rolling away into the unknown... yeah, he was a petty Monster, so what?), sensing something off about the Anti-Void. Knowing his senses had yet to lead him astray, the currently mummy-like skeleton crept silently towards his main location for boxes, strings, puppets, and... holding the shattered remains of an attempt at love. 'If anybody is looking through my stuff, they definitely want a fight, if they found... bittersweet memories for me... then it'll be a fight to the death or at the very least them being beaten within an inch of being dusted!' Error mentally growled, gritting his teeth, eye lights narrowing in suspicion, and abandoning all (successful) attempts at stealth, ran around the boxes and jumped, landing right behind Inky.

Anger filled him, though less intense than what he had had years ago, yet still righteous in its own way, and his magic flared dangerously as the Creator spun around to face (well, gaze up at Error) the Destroyer. The scarf had been moved, revealing a newspaper article reporting the death of a woman who had been hit by a drunk driver as she had pushed a family out of the way. The very same woman whom Error had loved dearly. The reason for the glitch's rage was evident as his worst enemy held the photo of her and Error together, as well as the box that held the ring that he had planned to give to her all those years ago... before she found out the truth, broke it off (regretfully for them both), and then died.

"Error, I can explain-!" Inky began to say in a panicked and fearful voice that also held guilt upon seeing a furious, almost murderous Error... injured to the point to where his bandages made him look similar to a mummy wearing clothes and walking... that had interrupted him before he could stammer out the excuse he was just beginning to form. "You better have a damn good explanation for this, because I'm not someone who is fond of others looking through my stuff on a "good" day, but if it's you and you found that... well, heh... THERE'S GOING TO BE A SKELETON HAVING A REALLY BAD TIME." Error interrupted coldly, arms crossed, though his stance and the glint in his eye lights showed that he was ready and willing to attack at any moment, with or without the reason that Inky was making up.

Inky was going to either make a run for it or make stuff up and beg on his knees before running if he was to stand a chance. Because Error had had a really awful day (well, two days) and it was mainly Inky's fault. First, Error was ambushed in an attempt to kill him, then he ended up looking like a skeleton playing mummy (not the mom kind of mummy- you know what I mean!), then he lost a can of bacon soup, and finally, Inky discovered something that really should have stayed buried. So yes, Inky was going to pay dearly for his stupidity and ignorance of the Balance. Error was going to make sure of that, but first, he would allow Inky a chance to explain- something that Inky hadn't granted him.

~~~ With Harry and Mike ~~~

The tour over, Harry and Mike had eaten some pizza and drunk some soda, checked in, and settled in the security office at 11:58. Thankfully, the management had decided to get another chair, or else, despite how much the two were close as close as two strangers meeting and becoming friends in less than a week, they might have fought a little over the chair, considering both were still young and assumed all that they were going to do was look through the cameras occasionally- though chills still went up their spines and they found themselves seriously doubting that. Harry chose the chair on the left that was closer to the West Hall, while Mike decided that he was okay with the right chair which was closer to the East Hall, and then both watched as the clock turned to 12. Their shift had officially started. Then the phone started ringing after a minute of bored silence. The two blinked at each other, mentally arguing who was going to get the phone. They figured it might be the most interesting thing to happen yet didn't neither wanted to get up from their respective semi-comfy, though obviously cheap chairs. It stopped ringing. Harry blinked innocently, and instead turned his gaze over to the single tablet between them on the table. Mike turned his gaze on the buttons near the doorway.

"Hello, hello?" They were both startled, Mike caught in the act of pushing for the button for the door, and Harry caught looking through the cameras, before both turned their attention to the voice on the phone, Mike pressing the button again, allowing the door to go back up, and Harry lightly pressing the off button for the tablet. "Uh, what?" was the unspoken question.

"Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night." "OK, so this isn't a phone call, just a recording. But hey, at least he's thoughtful, maybe we should do the same or something?" Harry thought aloud, pretty sure that the unofficially dubbed "Phone Guy" was male- he sounded like one, and Harry seriously doubted that a girl would go through the trouble of disguising her voice if there was no need, unless it was out of boredom... but Muggle technology wasn't that advanced yet so Harry quickly turned his attention to the recording.

"Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?" "Um, okay." Mike said with a bit of uncertainty.

"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced." "Uh, the manager already told us this but I am still unnerved by this. This is just a prank, right?" Harry said with a weak, unbelieving chuckle. Mike shot him a 'you're not helping much' look.

"Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about." "Yeah, that actually sounds really bad. Uh, you guys really need to work on your pranks." Mike huffed nervously, deciding to try to pretend that it was just a really bad prank. Because that was what it was, right?

"Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too." Nervous chuckles.

"So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay." "... Sure?" Harry offered, wondering how in Merlin's name you show what was basically a bunch of smelly old robots respect.

"So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '77. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?" "Wait- they bit off someone's frontal lobe which could've killed them, and this place is still open?! And they just happened to fail to tell us this, when they could easily bite us?! And they're letting poor 13 year old Harry work here despite the fact that he could be injured?! And what Bite?!" Mike yelped, ignoring the dirty look Harry gave him, though Harry might've been thinking along the same lines, though with the Wizarding World which he was comparing with this Muggle pizzeria.

"Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh." "Those motherfuckers... are giving us each a promise of $120 a week no matter the age or record to sacrifice us to some damn animatronics..." Mike growled, looking at the door buttons that would keep just about anything out, hoping to save both Harry's and his lives if there weren't any catches. "Heh, at least I'm getting lilies and roses on my grave..." Harry weakly, nervously tried to lighten the mood and shake off the fear with an extremely weak laugh, though he thought that maybe Muggles and wizards are more alike than some would like.

"Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night." "Conserve power? Close the doors only when absolutely necessary? GOOD NIGHT?!" Mike asked, pausing from where he was just about to smash his fist into the button and possibly conserve two lives, and glaring at the telephone. If looks could... well, anyways, Harry immediately picked up the tablet, and cursed when he saw the power. "83%!" He yelped, before giving the fan that couldn't be unplugged a suspicious look when he saw that despite not looking through the cameras power was being used. "At least it's around 1:30, right?" Mike replied nervously, trying to look on the bright side.

"I guess... but you should be in charge of cameras and tell me which and when to push the door button or the door light button on the East or West Hallway, okay?" Harry decided, thinking that this would be the better choice as he was faster and more agile (he was the Seeker, after all) while Mike was a bit less athletic and probably needed to lay off the sweets and soda. Maybe have a little less pizza even though now he could have it for free. "But that's putting you in more danger than we already are!" Mike protested, and Harry felt a hint of warmth in him- somebody was willing to be the more mature one, to be someone who he could depend on, unlike the Wizarding World had been. If this was what made a Muggle a Muggle besides their lack of magic, than maybe Harry got the short end of the stick.

Harry shook away the thoughts- he had to be realistic, not ready to hand over the problems to an adult to deal with, especially since he had taken the sip of the potion. As if reminded, he could practically feel the power from even that tiny sip of the potion pulsing, practically begging to be used. And that can of bacon soup could possibly grant him immortality. You never know. "Are you kidding me? I'd have a better chance than you would have, considering that I'm faster and, well, you're fatter." Harry responded bluntly and honestly. "Well damn, way to crush my pride and dignity, Harry." Mike pouted, but didn't argue when he realized that he'd eaten a doughnut or two far too many. "Besides, the first night should be a breeze according to Phone Guy." Harry reassured his friend who was 6 years older.

Mike then turned his attention to the cameras (and due to the decision, he did most of the work that night, though he did, looking back on it, enjoy making Harry run around in the slightly cramped security office, pushing the door light buttons and the door buttons upon every one of Mike's panicked, fearful orders. But let's add in the details to make things interesting for you and hard on me for taking so long to update.). "Okay, the band seems to be content staying the way it is... at the moment." Mike reported, before skimming through the cameras and noticing a "Pirate Cove". 'Probably has another damn animatronic that wants to stuff us in a suit, but it should be out of order, so I doubt that we'll be seeing it tonight, if at all, right? Because if it's out of order than they wouldn't power it... but then again these people are fucked up, paying us $120 for our lives, and that's only if we survive a week against these animatronics.' Mike thought to himself, before flicking the screen on the tablet to the band members, the mascots of the pizzeria.

"The bunny is gone! I repeat, the bunny is gone! Close the doors until I figure out just where he went!" Mike ordered Harry, who quickly leaped from his chair, pressed the button for the West Hall, and in an amazing show of whatever it takes to shove a chair back, run around a nineteen year old kid who was looking for a bunny on a tablet screen, and push a button, Harry slammed his palm on the Door button before pushing his chair to, the side so it wouldn't get in the way. As the metal doors slammed down, Harry couldn't help but wonder if that much power, metal, and whatever made up the door, was really needed to keep a wandering animatronic out. Then Harry's blood ran cold. 'They aren't wandering around, they're hunting us.' Harry realized, and a bit numbly, he followed Mike's orders on letting the doors up, slamming them back down, and flashing the lights at something that wasn't there. But if it was just Muggle technology, then something was making them do this. Apparently, the people here didn't know what was making them do this, but wanted to stop them (hence the doors) from killing.

With the doors up and the space outside the office dark, Harry was pulled from his conclusion (it was pushed to the back of his mind to focus on and analyze later) by Mike's alarmed order and report of "The chicken-duck or whatever it is is missing! Close the doors! Now, Harry!" and Harry slammed the buttons faster than Mike could have ever hoped to do, leaving the nineteen year old more sure of their arrangement, not knowing that the burst of speed was partly because of something his fellow night guard had sipped. Everything was going well, it was around 5:58, when Mike grimly reported "The power is going out in less than a minute, prepare to die." With those 'oh-so-cheerful' words, the power went out as Mike slumped in defeat and the doors went up, taking with them, their only hope of survival. Deciding that if he was going to die anyways, Harry decided to flop onto the ground, finding out that this floor wasn't comfy at all.

Just as Harry came to this realization, he saw Freddy's blue eyes literally glowing- not the color but the eyes as a whole, and a music box sound came from within the bear that gazed at Mike, and then, looking down when it saw the second chair, Harry. The emerald-eyed boy didn't dare breathe, instead gazing right back at the glowing eyes of the bear with the oddly creepy music, and as the bear crouched a little to get a better look, Harry noticed from the light of the bear's eyes, that there was a faint bloody handprint on it's face, pretty close to it's right eye. Mike mentally cursed himself when the bear focused on Harry, and his body wouldn't move, wouldn't protect someone who he called friend, that made him think 'Maybe this is what having a brother is like, or at least close to it.' Mike was pulled away from his inner turmoil by the "clock" chiming with the cheer of happy kids. It sickened him. But Freddy's music stopped playing, and the bear straightened, turned, and walked away, probably towards his stage.

"I'm guessing that this night really was a breeze, since it turned out that we didn't actually need the doors this night." Harry said, getting up from the floor and stretching, though he couldn't really blame the older teen, since there was a chance that the animatronics would kill them given the chance... unless they destroyed what controlled them at night, but what was the chance of that happening? "Man, I wish I was 21 and this place had a bar." Mike groaned, his body allowing him to move. 'I'm such a coward! How am I going to protect Harry from these damn robots?!' Mike found himself scolding himself, though Harry was pretty sure that despite his capability, he had a better chance surviving with Mike working with him. "Ugh, we should go. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to." Harry ignored Mike's wish for alcohol as he made his way out of the security office after putting his chair back in place. Mike was about to agree when he realized something.

"Wait, don't you have school?" Mike questioned, a bit suspicious. Harry made himself appear startled by the question which was completely off topic as he made up a lie in record time. "I'm home schooled." Harry lied easily. Well, Harry could probably buy a few good Muggle books and catch up, so he wouldn't be lying if he decided to do that until the Wizarding World realized that he was innocent. That actually sounded like a good idea, but he would have to choose the cheapest books that was required until he turned 14 and had full access to the Potter vaults. Also, then it wouldn't be a lie anymore. Mike accepted the lie. But then another realization.

"Then why did you go for a night shift job? I'm pretty sure that your parents wouldn't like you loosing sleep, much less risk your life." Mike couldn't stop the words, but he had to know why this kid went for a night shift when there were other jobs (that probably paid better) available. Harry's face darkened a little. "My parents are dead. Anyways, I don't know about you, but I'm out of here, my shoulder is killing me. See you next night shift." Harry replied in a monotone before quickly leaving the office, and then the building before Mike could say another word or chase after the younger teen to apologize. 'Way to go, Mike! Asshole of the year award goes to you!' Mike bitterly thought, before the thought of, 'Hey, I already think of Harry as a brother, maybe I can adopt him since I'm officially an adult? I'll have to ask him after this week... if we survive.' His mood lifted a little, he checked out and left the building after opening it up to the other staff- well, main staff, considering he was more of the sacrifice to the animatronics (who had received a dirty look before he left the doors).

Maybe next shift Harry will give him a chance to apologize. Not only for bringing up his dead parents, but also for probably the reason Harry's shoulder was hurting. Though it seemed a bit suspicious, maybe Harry hit it or somehow pulled a muscle or something while darting around hitting the buttons. Though Mike had the feeling that he wasn't seeing something that was right in front of him (it was probably the bandages on Harry's left hand)... it was probably just due to the lack of sleep. If not, well, he'd try to figure it out later. He really needed some sleep.

Meanwhile, Harry got some more bandages and some more food for his magical tent to eat later, before returning to the woods and his tent (as well as his owl) and putting the food away (after eating some of the snacks he'd bought), gave Hedwig a brief summary of what had happened that shift, and then took a shower, changed, reapplied bandages, quickly washed his uniform, and then threw himself onto the King bed and fell asleep without thinking of anything in particular, which was exactly what he was going for. Next time he awoke, he'd let the events hit him full force and then think about it.

~~~ With Freddy ~~~

The night guards were a bit... I can't decide if they were good at surviving or just incredibly lucky. Due to the active camera activity, Bonnie and Chica never reached the security office, though due to them using the doors unnecessarily the power ran out, which caused me to give them a visit even though I didn't want to. Not that I don't like them, I don't know them, but they seem nice. Which is why I don't want to visit them because that means that I'll be forced to kill them. They should probably listen to that recording, even though it tells them not to worry- which they should, but they shouldn't panic like they did and waste power. Because when it's completely dark, IT can control me better, though I have the best will of the band, my rival in will Foxy. But back to the topic. Maybe they'll survive. Hopefully.

~~~ With Bendy ~~~

Bendy didn't want to lie to Error, he just wanted to lie to himself. Not all the 'problems' below were taken care of, just the ones on the one main level taken care of. The Dancing Demon had sealed the others away, which, regretfully, included the Boris clone... that had once been a Sillyvison employee. But the truth was, he didn't want to face Joey Drew, who had taken a form similar to Bendy's in an attempt to become Bendy. Both Bendy and Joey had control over the cutouts, which was why Bendy kept total control over the cutouts on the levels he had control of. The two levels Bendy controlled was the most important, because it included the Ink Machine and all of the exits that he knew of... hopefully there wasn't another so the sick, twisted ink things (including Joey and the Alice impersonator, as well as any other unfriendly things turned ink and/or made of ink) could escape the animation studio into the real world. Who knew what would happen?

Still, Bendy couldn't deny that there was a chance that Joey could figure out a way to lure Henry back to the abandoned studio. And if that happened, well, the tables would turn, as Bendy's first animation was done by Henry. Not to mention that keeping total control over the cutouts was taking it's toll on him. All the friendly ink demon could do was hope for the best.

Apologies for taking so long and any mistakes. Also, I decided to leave the chance open that a certain someone would wander deeper into the studio open, and, well, stuff happens. You never know. Might make stuff interesting when I run out of ideas on how to make this story move along faster and/or make a kind of family bond happen or something. Don't worry, the pieces will all fall into place soon enough.