The boy's breaths were heavy as he flashed his flashlight across his room, from one door to the other, then to the middle at his closet. He scurried across the carpeting and sat by the door on his knees, listening carefully. He heard a puff of air and pulled the door closed, holding the doorknob tightly. Outside the door was then silence, he released the door and flashed back to the door behind him, and then the closet door, seeing movement flash between the two. He took a deep breath and hesitantly made his way to the closet door, carefully aiming his light at the gap. Why he had made the decision to leave the doors open baffled him. But why the doors seemed to spring back open scared him. As the light reached the back wall and the red material of whatever was inside, a flash of steel teeth and yellow eyes grabbed the boy and yanked him off the ground screeching loudly and baring it's sharp teeth at the screaming child.
The boy cried loudly, begging for his parents to return to the room and make the monsters go away. But nobody came, his only option was to fight back, so he squirmed and kicked himself out of the horrific fox's grip and ran to his bed, where he figured it was safe. As he turned around and flashed the light back onto Foxy, he had returned himsself to the closet and partially closed the doors.
He let out a shaky sigh of relief, then he felt something grab his hand, almost like it was biting him. The boy jumped and flailed his arm, desperately trying to shake of whatever had bit him. Looking down, he found two small vibrating toy bears, he screamed and bashed away at the two with his flashlight, "Daddy! Help me!" he wailed, "They're here!" he sobbed.
In the right door, growling had emitted from the robotic throat of the monstrous chicken that now stood at the door, her glowing eye peircing into the soul of the child, causing him to cry more, "Daddy!" he called once more.
Now peering from the left door, was the rabbit that had been haunting him all night, however from the regular purple-blue color it once bore, it was now a sickly, dirty yellow, save for the blood that dripped from the seams, the bits of flesh stuck in his teeth, and the empty look in his eyes. However, unlike the soulless look in the eyes of all the other animatronics, this beast's eyes showed life, showed focus and spirit, and the intent of a killer as he stepped closer to the whimpering child, stepd wobbly and unbalanced, as though he were limping, "Daddy's here, son." the animatronic spoke darkly, "Daddy's got you." the suit seemed to smile viciously, "That other guy? He's never coming back."
"You're not Daddy!" the boy screamed, "You're not Daddy!" he cried.
"Don't forget to check the children..." The suit rattled, summoning the other three animatronics behind him. They eached towered over the boy and stared for a moment, then they all lunged forward, screeching as though something were being put through a grinder, and bared their teeth at the boy, making him flinch and scream.
Mike jumped into a sitting position in his bed, panting and feeling his body. He took a deep breath and sighed heavily. Then he groaned and grabbed his head, letting out sharp breaths and bringing in shaky ones.
Stella ran into the room, "Mike?" she gasped, "Mikey, are you okay? I heard you scream." she pasued, "Are you crying?"
Mike looked at Stella with bewilderment, "No-" He wiped his eyes, then paused, "Stella, what are you doing here?" he asked.
Stella flinched, almost hurt that he would even ask, "Uh... Mike, I've been staying here until I get things- wait, you really don't remember?"
"Remember what?" he asked, giving her a strange look, "Where's Dad?"
Stella stared at Mike, then sighed, "You hit your head at work yesterday." she looked him nervously in the eye, "You must've lost your memory."
He shook his head and looked down, rubbing his temples, "Damn it..."
"Yeah, Nightre said you were attacked." she said "What's the last thing you remember?"
Mike thought for a while, "Going to get batteries from the parts room at work. My flashlight had died. This was working with Dad."
Stella sat down and thought for a while, "That won't do me any good."
Mike pulled his eyebrows together, "I... I do remember someone telling me to 'check the children'." he stood up, "I'll go ask Dad. He might know."
Stella grabbed his pant leg, "Mike, there's-" she looked down, "He's... He's not here..."
Mike dropped down to his knees and grabbed her shoulders, "What do you mean?" he asked, "Where is he?"
Stella didn't know how to word it. No matter what, Mike was going to freak out. She sighed, "Mikey, your dad was arrested, they got him in for two murders."
Mike gasped, "Who!?"
"Mike, he thought you were dead! He-"
"Wh-What's going on?" a tinny female voice asked, gently pushing the door open.
Mike looked over and jumped, pulling himself back onto his bed, "Mangle?"
Stella looked at Mike, then at Stella, then back up at Mike, "Mike, at your job... your new job..." she started, beckoning Mangle in, she sighed. "Let me start from the beginning..." she said, "That night, that was two weeks ago, it doesn't seem very long- but it's long enough, i guess... You were attacked.. You saw a murder and the murderer had to do something with you, so he attacked you and put you in one of the suits. Jeremy went after you, chased the murderer into a 'spring-locked suit'," she said, using air quotes, "And the murderer basically killed himself." she explained, "Your Dad rushed you to a hospital and..." she shook her head, "I don't knw what happened, maybe the machinery was busted, but the doctors said they couldn't save you. Jeremy went berserk the next day and killed your guys' boss after the pizzeria burned down."
Mike rose his eyebrows, "Did anyone say something about his eyes?" he asked.
"Just that they turned black, like- demonic black." she shook her head of the detail, "Anyway, so the police arrested him for two murders, and they're quite convinced with arson, but it's possible the place just lit up itself." she shrugged, "I know Fazbear's has a history with crappy wiring." she said, "So... a couple weeks later, you get out of the hospital and take this job that put your life on the line every night, while yet another homocidal robot chases you down... and apparently that robot is the spring-locked suit that the murderer had jumped into. Which technically makes it your biological father."
Mike sat for a while and tried to process everything.
"I know it all sounds crazy... but-" Stella was gently rubbing Mangle's head.
"No- I believe it..." he cut her off.
She looked up at him, "Really?"
"My dad's possessed by a pissed-off dead mother, hardly anything surprises me anymore." he said, "But I'm going to go see Lori- see if I can't get something figured out." he determined.
"Like what?" Stella asked.
"I had this nightmare... and before I woke up, one of the animatronics reminded me to 'check the children'." he said, "I have no idea what it means." he got up and started getting dressed.
"Mikey..." Mangled approached him, "Will you be okay?" she asked.
Mike looked down at her, "I'll be fine. It was just a bad dream..." he pat her head. He paused then looked at Stella, "What about you?" he asked.
"Oh- Um..." Stella turned red, "We happened to be at the grocery store at the same time and you fought David because he was hitting me." she smied up at him, "You won." she lied.
Mike scoffed, "I believe fighting David- but I doubt that I won." He smirked, "He beat my ass, didn't he?"
Stella looked down sheepishly, "It was brutal. Fortunately someone called the police before you were hospitalized."
"I went to the hospital?" Mike asked.
"No, no, no, no, no-" Stella shook her head, "You were close to that state, but not quite." she said, "But you were pretty hurt." she looked down, "I've been spending the night here since."
Mike smirked, The guy was an asshole anyways." he said and started downstairs. Stella and Mangle followed close behind. When Mike opened the front door and paused, "Stella, before I have a panic attack- where's my dad's Impala?" he asked.
"Oh! It's at your work still, one of your coworkers drove you home, so it's still there." she said, "Want me to call a cab?" she asked.
Mike shook his head, "No- I'll just walk. It's nice out." he smiled and walked off. With an uneventful walk to Lori's little shop, he pushed open the door, but as the door hit the bell, the bell was silent. He furrowed his brows and looked at the cowbell that hung on the back of the door. It was intact, but when he shook it, it was silent. "Hey- Lori? What's up with your doorbell?" he asked and closed the door behind him. "Lori?" he called, having gotten any answer. He stepped through the shop, "Hey- come on, it's two in the afternoon, you're usually up earlier- way earlier than this." he chuckled nervously.
Something didn't feel right, the silent bell, the mute windchimes, the room was cold, Lori was quiet. Everything was too quiet. He didn't like it. "Lori, this isn't funny." he stepped into the back room- her bedroom-slash-living area. "God- I hope you're dressed." he muttered under his breath as he pushed the door open.
The room looked as though she were attacked, he was fully convinced that was what happened. But nobody seemed to have broken in, the window was intact, mostly. Like everything else, it was covered in a black, dried material, that looked as though it all came from Lori's twisted and curled-in body in the center of the room. Mike shuddered and rushed to Lori's side, freezing upon seeing her face, the black material seemed to some from her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Her eyes started wide at the ceiling, her legs twisted to the side, but her chest faced the sky, her back arching as though she were in a lot of pain before she became stuck in the state she was in now. Her mouth gaped open, as though she she struggled to breathe.
Breathe...
Mike gasped and realized she wasn't breathing, "No- Lori!" he called out and grabbed her hand, as stiff and tense as it was, her fingers curled like claws, "Lori, come on, you can't-" his eyes watered.
Her body jolted, grabbing Mike's arms and taking in a large gasp of air, she quickly regained color, "You have to destroy him." she wheezed, her voice was dry and heavily strained, "He'll kill everyone involved." she gasped, "He is not one to be reckoned with- and he has to be stopped." her eyes closed and she collasped back
"Lori..." Mike hugged her, "Thank god, you're alive." he cradled her, hearing her wheeze, "You need a hospital- you're in really bad shape." he laid her down and retrieved his phone, calling for an ambulance. "Yeah- my friend was attacked last night, he... broke in and trashed the place- she wasn't breathing when I got here-" he paused, listening to the operator, "No- she's breathing now... she's barely conscious." he listened carefully, "Yeah- it's the psychic's... No problem. Thank you." he hung up and carefully laid her down, "Lori, can you hear me?"
She shuddered and took in a deep breath, "Mikey..." she breathed.
"Help's on it's way, how are you feeling?"
"Everything hurts..." she said, tears started streaming down her face. "Everything..." her scratchy voice whimpered.
"Let me get you some water, got any?" he propped her head on one of the pillows.
"The fridge..." she weakly pointed.
Mike jumped up and checked the fridge, he then out a water bottle. After setting it on the counter, he grabbed a rag and ran it under some warm water. Then he settled down next to Lori and unscrewed the cap to the bottle, tipping it to her lips and making her drink.
"Mike...?" she squeaked, her voice had become more clearer, "Michael...?"
"I'm right here..." Mike reassured, wiping her face free of the black mess that crusted to her skin. He furrowed his brows as it chipped off.
"Ch-check the pizzeria..." she breathed, her eyes remaining shut. "The- the kids..."
"Lori- what is this crap?" he asked, he had a guess, but he had his doubts.
"Michael- the kids- ch-check the p-pizzeria..." she wheezed.
He sighed and nodded, "Okay, Lori..." he hugged her, "I'll do that after help gets here- okay?" he promised.
"Okay..." she whispered.
Mike lowered her down again and continued cleaning off the black crusty substance, "This isn't right..." he muttered, "Who attacked you?" he asked.
She didn't respond, she laid limply in Mike's arm and slept calmly.
"Lori!" he called, causing her to jump, "I need to kno who did this to you."
"Some... man... in black and purple- but..."
"But what?" Mike urged.
"He... looked... like some demonic rabbit..."
Mike furrowed his eyebrows, "A rabbit?" he looked to the side, "Like..." he shook his head as someone pounded on the door.
"Hello?" a man called from outside, "We got an emergency call for an attack?"
"They're here..." Mike set Lori down and jumped up to get the door. "Hi- thank you." he let the three men come in, "She's back here. Whoever attacked her made a huge mess, so please excuse it." he led them back. All three of the paramedics flinched and cringed, "Oh god..." one of them gagged.
A police officer walked in behind them and whistled in bewilderment, "Holy hell," he marvelled, "What is this stuff?" he felt the black substance on the wall, "Is this...?" he furrowed his brows, then he whipped around and looked at Lori, "Is she injured?" he asked.
"Her temperature is high and she's bruised, but other than that- she's okay."
"Any lacerations?" the officer asked. "Is she bleeding at all?"
Another paramedic shook his head, "No, she's just bruised."
Mike looked at the officer, "Why? What is that?" he asked.
"This is long dried- but this is blood." he said, "And this..." he looked about the whole room, "Is a lot of dried blood."
Mike stood horrified, "Blood?"
"Was anyone else here when you got here?" the officer asked.
Mike shook his head, "No, she was alone until I got here. I uh... I couldn't get anything out of her as to who attacked her. Whatever it was it-"
"Had to have been supernatural." the officer finished for him, though Mike wasn't going to say 'supernatural' because normally people would've given him a crazy look.
"Yeah..." Mike looked down.
After a few more questions and some more reassurance to Lori, Mike made his way to the old pizzeria that he and Jeremy used to work at. "So..." he breathed, "What kids?" he asked. He furrowed his brows. He jumped the fence and began looking around the lot. "Lori said to check the pizzeria for the 'kids', whatever that means." he looked around, but the he tripped, "What the-" he screamed and backed away, seeing that he had accidently kicked his ankle into the open hand of the Chica animatronic. "Jesus-" he gasped and rubbed his head. Everything rushing back to him, "Oh..." he nodded, then he pried his ankle out of Chica's hand, "The kids..." he took a deep breath and looked around, looking for the other animatronics. He took a deep breath and stood up, pulling Chica out of the rubble, "Now where's the other three?" he asked. Next he found Foxy, missing his head, but the rest of his body- like Chica's, was charred from the fire. After pulling Foxy from the rubble, he retrieved Freddy, and finally Bonnie, who was still missing his face. "Now what?" he asked himself. He sat down and stared at them for a while, thinking hard.
It finally hit him:
"You guys need to be put to rest..."
**Well- that took me forever and a day. Not too much to sya here except for 'Sorry it took so long'. So... Sorry it took so long! Thanks to Scott's teasers coming out for Sister Location- and LOTS of Markiplier Let's Plays, and finally the song... I think it's called Break My Mind by DAGames? Anyway, great song and it was made for FNAF4, so of course listening to that always makes me think of Mikey's nightmare in the beginning of the chapter. Please, please, please leave me reviews to tell me what you think! Thank you guys for reading, stay awesome, folks!**