That night, Mike sat down in his office after setting down his bag. He held his head in his hands and messaged his temples. Only thing to be heard at the moment was the rattling desk fan. However, it wasn't long before he was greeted by company.
"Hello, Mike…" a mousy voice greeted, "Have you been getting much sleep?" she asked after studying him for a moment.
He looked up at her, seeing it was the secretary, Nightre, "I've had this headache since this morning, that and I got into an argument with my girlfriend earlier." He paused, "What are you doing here?" he asked, "Don't you work during the day?" he asked.
She sighed, "Yeah… Kevin says I get to work with you just for tonight…" she said, "Isn't that great?" she asked sarcastically.
"Why?" Mike asked.
Nightre shrugged, "I'm not a hundred-percent sure… uh… he should've left a note on your desk."
Mike grabbed the note and read it, muttering parts of the note aloud here and there… he paused for a bit, "Kevin thinks I'm full of shit and that I'm exaggerating how aggressive Springtrap is." He rolled his eyes, "I hope he realizes how dangerous this job could be for you…" he said.
She turned around and checked the hall out of nervousness, then turned back to Mike, "Uh- let's get started, I guess?" she began feeling uneasy about the assignment already.
Mike ignored her paranoid action, having felt the same way when he first started when he worked with Jeremy. He switched on the cameras and saw Springtrap on the first one he opened. "Wow… pretty easy to find tonight, aren't you?" he asked and played a noise in the next room. He sighed and checked the systems, "This is weird…" he watched the camera go to static, feeling his heart beat faster, but he was able to relax after seeing that Springtrap didn't budge. He sat back in his chair, "What are you planning, you old bastard…?" he muttered and eyed the animatronic suspiciously. The animatronic seemed lifeless.
Nightre pulled up a chair and sat beside him. She studied the screen with him, "Is this… does he normally not do this?"
Mike shook his head. He took a deep breath, "He's up to something…"
Nightre watched the screen, then looked at Mike strangely, "S-so… your favorite's Foxy?" she asked.
"Was…" Mike corrected her, his eyes staying focused on the screen.
"Why don't you like him anymore? He can't be too much different from that one you took home yesterday…" she said.
"It's a personal thing." He said. "Foxy was cool… but uh…" he sighed, "I try not to talk about it…" he said, a headache starting to form.
"What happened?" she said, "You can tell me." She inched closer, taking her chair with her.
Mike restarted a few of the systems and checked the cameras again. He was silent for a while.
She sank. Then turned back to the screen, seeing that Springtrap still hadn't moved. "I was abandoned when I was little." She said, "I was found by another family and they adopted me…" she began to explain, "They took me to Freddy Fazbear's- the last location… I remember the puppet was at the prize counter. I always figured he was kinda lonely…" she smiled distantly, though she still watched the camera. "I always heard him talking when I was in there… when no one else was around."
Mike knew why. After working with Jeremy it didn't take him too long to figure out what the deal was with the Marionette.
"Y-you probably think I'm weird for hearing voices…" she sank.
Mike shook his head and refreshed the camera, checking the systems afterwards, "Not at all…" he answered, "My dad… He- uh…" he thought for a while, "He had a voice in his head…"
"Did he? Was he like- schizophrenic or something?" she asked, tilting her head.
Mike shook his head, "It'd be better if I didn't tell you… I shouldn't be blabbering stuff like this out to anyone." He said. He gasped, "He moved!" he pointed at the screen.
Nightre's attention snapped to the monitor, "Huh?" she gasped, seeing that the ragged animatronic now looked directly into the camera. "Oh my god…"
"But he's still not moving anywhere…" Mike shook his head. He sighed and held his head, "You don't believe me, do you?" he asked.
She shrugged, "I believe in the supernatural… but…" she sighed, "I have to take notes…" she looked back up at Mike, "I believe you, Michael, but…"
"Just- Mike…" he said. He took a deep breath, as he let it out, he began coughing. He forced his eyes open to look over at the system monitor, as he turned, he caught a glimpse of a third being standing in the office with him and Nightre. The face was shredded, the eyes glowed, the fox's teeth were bared. He screamed and flinched as the figure jumped at him. Once the vision faded, the alarm blared. Nightre covered her ears and watched Mike the whole time, swearing she could see red seeping through his cap. Mike fumbled with the keyboard to the system monitor as he reset each of the system, "M-Mike? Your head!" she gasped.
Mike panted as his heart pounded in his ears, causing them to ring. He took a moment before a wave of pain surged through his head, he groaned.
Nightre blinked a few times and even shook her head before she was able to see clearly, seeing that his head wasn't actually bleeding. "A-are you okay?" she asked.
He shook his head, "Migraine… I get these more often than anyone else…" he said, "There are triggers…" he opened his light blue eyes and looked back up at the monitor, seeing that the screen was occupied by static. He quickly reset the video system and inhaled deeply through his nose, letting it out through his mouth, "I have a… condition…"
She nodded, "What kind of condition?" she asked, "If you don't mind me asking."
He thought for a while, not paying much attention to the monitor. "Well- most people know about it by now…" he looked her in the eye, his icy look becoming firm, "I don't want any sympathy…" he glared at her.
The glare caused her to flinch. Then she quickly nodded.
He sighed and took off his cap, revealing the scars that ran around his scalp.
She gasped, "Oh my God, what happened?" she asked.
"Foxy…" he said, quickly replacing his hat.
She shook her head, bewildered, "W-wait…" she gasped again, "You're the victim from the Bite of '87!?" she asked. Then she growled, "That security guy set you up…"
Mike stoop up abruptly, "That 'security guy'…" he started, now towering over the young secretary, "Was trying to help me. I freaked out when he picked me up to separate me from Foxy so this wouldn't happen. Foxy was aiming for him." He huffed, "That man has been blaming himself for this accident for seventeen years, raising me as his own son. Protecting me from things like this!" he snarled, pointing at the monitor showing an empty room, "He's in prison right now because me killed the guy that almost had me killed."
Nightre whimpered, "Th-ther security guy was your dad?"
"Is my dad." He corrected, "I'm working here so I can pay to get him a good lawyer." He glanced over at the monitor, realizing that the room it was focused on was empty. "Where'd he go?" he asked.
Nightre looked down as Mike switched through the rooms in a panic. "Mike… I'm so sorry…" she sighed, "I… I didn't know."
Mike closed his eyes calmly, "I'm sorry…" he said, "I shouldn't have lashed out like that…" he sat down and reached for his bag, retrieving the green metallic baton that was given to Jeremy, "My dad's always been protective of me like that…" he shook his head, "My… adoptive dad…" he held the baton in his lap, running his fingers along the dents and scratches it had gained over the years since Olivia had given it to Jeremy. "I… can't help but to be the same for him. IT's always been us. Of course there's Oliva, his girlfriend… but… He raised me. He's pretty much my best friend."
She nodded, "I understand." She said.
Mike glared at the video feed and switched through the different cameras, "I don't see him anywhere…" he said, "He's been inactive all night…" he sighed, quickly checking the time. "It's almost six…" he breathed anxiously. "I don't know what he's planning."
Nightre quickly wrote down on the notepad that she had with her.
Mike even searched the vents, shaking his head as he only saw they were all empty. "I don't get this…" he whispered.
The remainder of their time together was spent in silence, Mike frantically searched the cameras and muttered here and there. The alarm for six o' clock had gone off. He let out a sigh of relief. "I… I don't understand why he did this." He shook his head, then he growled, "He's trying to make me look bad. That's what this is." He glared at the screen. He grabbed his bag and stood up, his eyes emotionless.
Nightre stood up, "If it means anything…" she started, tucking her notepad back into her bag, "I don't think you're crazy…" she looked up at him and smiled sheepishly, "I believe you."
He sighed, "Thanks…" he tucked the baton in his belt and started for the door, "I'll follow you out." He said.
She nodded and started for the exit.
Mike kept a close eye out for Springtrap, mentally cursing at the metal beast. As Nightre exited, and just before Mike could reach the door, his pant leg caught on a piece of equipment that sat by the door. He cursed and shook his leg free. He heard quick and heavy footsteps approach him from behind. He gasped and turned around, right in time for Springtrap to catch him around his throat and slam him against the wall, keeping his feet off the ground.
Mike wheezed, trying to push back the pain vibrating the back of his head.
The face inside Springtrap's mouth sneered, "Have you checked the children?" he asked.
Mike was familiar with horror movies, and often used to watch them with Jeremy, he didn't understand why that line would be relevant. He kicked violently to break free, but he was only wasting energy. He gagged, trying to get the monster to clarify what he meant. The face under the mask smirked and hit Mike against the wall.
"Mike!" Nightre shrieked, running back into the building.
The possessed spring-locked suit turned his head all the way around to look at Nightre, causing her to freeze in her tracks, she glanced over at Mike in fear. His eyes, though they had grown tired, told her to stay away.
Mike fumbled for the baton at his belt, but accidentally dropped it instead.
Springtrap turned his head back and repeated, "Have you checked the children?"
Nightre jumped at the sound of someone exiting their vehicles, "H-hey! Help!" she cried.
Springtrap threw Mike at the door, having him hit his head once more as he fell. The suit was gone by the time anyone came to help.
Nightre knelt by him and helped him up. He held up his index finger in protest, coughing and gasping for air. He flopped back to his right side and held the top of his head, having hit it on the doorframe when Springtrap threw him. His body shook from the attack.
"Mike?" Nightre kept her hand on his shoulder, "Are you gonna be okay?" she asked.
He stood his head, almost clawing at the injury, "N-no…" he trembled, "I need to go home…" he squeezed his eyes shut.
A man in a blue button-up shirt ran up and knelt by the two, "What happened?" he asked, then he looked at Nightre, "Who did this?" he asked.
"It was the suit!" she said, "H-He was inactive all night! Then as we were leaving he attacked him!" she looked down at Mike, who appeared to be falling asleep, "Kevin, w-what are we going to do about him?"
Kevin thought for a while. Then he sighed, "Get him home. Make sure he's taken care of. Okay? I'll handle it."
Nightre nodded, then she tugged on Mike's sleeve, urging him to get up, "Come on, Mikey… I need to get you home."
Mike grunted in displeasure, then groaned in pain.
"Don't let him fall asleep." Kevin stood up and turned toward the inside of the building, "Keep him awake."
Nightre nodded. "Come on, Mike." She urged him again, slowly but surely, he was up on his feet and hobbled to Nightre's car. She helped him into the front passenger seat and got him buckled in. "Mike, I need you awake so you can tell me where you live, okay?"
He nodded and forced his eyes open. He carefully leaned his head back and stared out in front of the car.
After a few turns and some barely intelligible mumbles from the twenty-two-year-old in the passenger seat, Nightre finally pulled up into the driveway to Mike and Jeremy's home. She was shortly met with a very confused and concerned Stella.
"Who are you?" she asked, her brown eyes darting to Mike, "What happened to him?"
"He was attacked at work." Nightre grunted, pulling Mike's arm over her shoulder, supporting him so he could step out of the car without falling over. "I'm Kevin's secretary."
Stella helped support Mike's other side, "Let me help you… he's kinda heavy." She helped them inside and glanced up the stairs, then she shook her head and guided Nightre to lay Mike on the couch.
"Stella?" Mangle's sweet voice wandered into the room as she crawled in on the ceiling.
After Nightre set Mike on the couch, she looked up and screamed, causing Mike to scream.
Stella jumped up and cupped a hand over Nightre's mouth, watching Mike writhe uncomfortably on the couch. She then looked up at Mangle, who seemed to be backing away from the screaming young secretary. "Mangle, go to the kitchen or something. Out of the living room!" she commanded.
Mangle inched out of the room, glancing down at Mike. Her ears lowered and she completely left the room.
"What-?" Nightre asked, muffled under Stella's hand.
Stella removed her hand, "Mike brought that home the other day." She said. "He said that he brought it home because his dad liked her."
Nightre nodded "I remember now…" she sighed. Then she looked down at Mike, who continued to groan in pain. "Is he going to be okay?" she asked.
Stella sighed, "I don't know…" she knelt by Mike and took off his cap, revealing black and red bruises on the left side of his forehead and on the back of his head. "Go in the kitchen-" she pointed at the doorway, "Grab two ice packs from the freezer and bring it here, please…"
Nightre nodded and ran off.
"Mikey?" Stella called.
He only grunted in response.
"Did…" she took a deep breath, "Did that animatronic do this?" she asked.
It took a moment, but Mike nodded… barely.
"Here you go…" Nightre handed Stella the ice packs.
"Thank you…" Stella dropped the ice packs in her lap, then quickly pulled off her shirt so she could wrap one of the ice packs in something. Nightre shifted uncomfortably, looking away.
Stella wrapped the shirt around an ice pack and carefully lifted Mike's head, sliding the ice pack under his head. In an instant, his expression went from pained to somewhat relieved. Stella glanced down and noticed that his neck was reddened, "The animatronic?" she asked.
Nightre nodded, "That thing…" she shook her head, "That thing is nothing like I've ever seen before."
Stella sighed, "Can you grab one of the towels from the kitchen, please?"
Nightre nodded and jumped up.
Stella gently rubbed the right side of his head, away from the bruise. "Mike, are you awake?" she asked. But there was no response. She sighed sadly. She'd seen him like this only one other time, but he was up on his feet in no time. However… he couldn't remember what happened and he had to be caught up on the previous two weeks. She hoped that this wasn't going to be the case.
Nightre quickly returned and handed Stella the towel. "Here…"
Stella nodded silently and wrapped the other ice pack, setting on the other bruised spot of Mike's head. She took a deep breath, "Is his car still at your guys' work?" she asked.
Nightre thought for a while, "I guess?" she shrugged, "I don't know what kind of car he drives."
"He drives his dad's gold Impala." Stella clarified.
Nightre then nodded quickly, "Yeah, he was parked next to me."
Stella nodded, "Thank you…" she said, "Um… I'm Stella… by the way. She looked up at her and managed a smile, "Thank you for bringing my boyfriend home."
Nightre smiled, "Anytime." She held out her hand, "I'm Nightre."
Stella shook her hand and smiled, "I got it from here… you must be tired. Go home and get some sleep."
**Thank you, WarHusky2000, for your supporting me and motivating my procrastinating butt to finally update this story. For you, I present to you a 'long' chapter. Sorry if some details are off- it has been a while… I recently discovered Undertale, so I've been working on a fic for that too… Anyway! Nightre is not mine- she belongs to Marrionette AKA Puppet, and though she was mentioned once: Olivia belongs to WarHusky2000. I will try to update this a little more often- but I make no promises. Lemme know what you think! Stay awesome, folks!**