Olivia stepped out of her cruiser and looked at the abandoned lot that was once Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria- the third restaurant. The mountain of rubble it had become since it had burned to the ground.
"Reyes- do you have anything on the trespasser?" a voice made her jump on the handset. She sighed and answered, "Just got here. I'll let you know if I find anything." she answered and shut it off.
She opened the makeshift gate to the fence and stepped onto the lot. Memories began rushing back to her as she walked through, remembering the times when she worked with Jeremy, Rythmi, Jarvis, Wright (briefly), and Mike.
After quite a bit of looking around through the ruins of her recent workplace, and quite a bit of stumbling, she paused. She took a deep, silent breath, trying to tread carefully as to not give away her position to the trespasser. The man was of a smaller stature, he sat on his knees and was hunched over. She then began walking up to him confidently, "Hey- sir, you do know this is private property, right?" she asked, she squinted, starting to recognize the hat that the man wore. "Wait- Mike?"
Mike turned his head to glance at her, "Hey, Olivia…" he droned, his tone sullen and melancholic.
Olivia took a moment to observe the four large mounds of dirt before him with the shovel laying at his side. She furrowed her eyebrows and studied the dirt and ash that coated his clothes. She looked back at the mounds of dirt, "M-Mikey…? What… is all this?" she finally asked. Her stomach twisted, thinking possibly the worst. Mike wouldn't hurt anyone… would he?
"Someone had to bury them…" he cut into her thoughts. "The suits- the… kids…" he shook his head, his eyes staring blankly at the mounds. "The- I had a nightmare last night… about… them." He motioned to the animatronics. "The animatronic at my new job… the yellow Bonnie suit, told me to check the children… I went to Lori to see if she knew what that meant… and- she sent me here before she was taken to the hospital…"
Oliva froze, "The hospital?!" she gasped and shrieked, "What happened to Lori?" she asked in a panic.
Mike sighed, "His name is Springtrap…"
"Springtrap…?" Olivia knelt down to sit on her knees, "Is that the animatronic?" she asked.
Mike nodded, "Yeah…" he cleared his throat, "My biological father, Gerald Schmidt, is still in that suit. Dead. But… still very much alive…" he took in a shaking, uneasy breath, "He still haunts it, and… is dead set on killing me." He explained, "He attacked me last night- this morning, however you wanna put it, but… I hit my head and forgot everything from the past two weeks… I only got my memory back after I tripped over Chica…"
"So…" Olivia nodded, "That's why you're here…"
"Yep…" Mike sighed and nodded. "Oh- hey…" he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, "Mind doing me a favor?" he asked. "Can you run to the store and grab a few things for me?"
"Uh…" Olivia rose an eyebrow, "Sure… but-"
Mike handed her a twenty-dollar bill. "I need cupcakes, party hats, and flowers. Blue and yellow, if you can."
"Okay…" she hesitantly took the bill, "Why?" she asked.
"Do you trust me?" Mike asked her, giving her the same tone Jeremy would've given her.
"Of course!" she straightened up. "But, uh… how many cupcakes?" she asked.
"A six or an eight pack should be fine. I don't need too many of them. And try and get blue and yellow." Mike answered, staring back at the gravesites for the animatronics and tucking his wallet back into his back pocket.
"Okay." Olivia promptly stood back up and returned to her cruiser. She took a deep breath and opened the door to sit down, hearing radio chatter and nearly jumping. While she expected to see Mangle occupying the space, she found herself slightly relieved when she made out one of the voices as her supervisor, "Reyes, did you find anything? Do you need backup?"
Olivia grabbed the hand radio, "Everything's fine. He's harmless. I'm going to finish helping him find what he's looking for and we'll be done here." She reported.
"Alright, just be on guard."
Olivia smirked, knowing there was truly nothing to worry about.
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Upon Olivia's return, she found Mike still sitting where he was and drawing in the dirt, "Okay, Mikey, I got the stuff!" she trotted up behind him.
Mike whipped around, "Oh- okay, great!" he took the bags from her.
"I managed to grab the last blue and yellow hats." Oliva added.
"That's fine. Thank you." He glanced up at her and dug out the hats. He passed one to her and set the bag down. "Okay…" he muttered and strapped on one of the hats before grabbing four more, turning to the mounds of dirt.
Olivia took a moment to analyze this, "Oh…" she looked at the hat that Mike had given her for a moment, then strapped it on. She watched Mike kneel down and set a hat on each mound, where the head of each animatronic would be. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Mike?"
"Chocolate or vanilla?" Mike asked, grabbing the tray of cupcakes.
"Uh- chocolate, please." She answered, "Um… can- can I ask you something?" she asked.
Mike handed her a cupcake, then set a cupcake on each mound, in the middle. He kept a vanilla cupcake for himself and straightened up, "What's up?" he asked, setting aside his cupcake and distributing the flowers.
"Are… are we doing this for… animatronics?" she asked, legitimately concerned for Mike's sanity at this point.
Mike picked his cupcake back up, "Um… the night that… this happened…" He motioned to the building, "Um… I witnessed the murder of four little kids… each of them being… stuffed into one of these suits…" he motioned to the mounds. "I… thought it would be nice if someone actually buried them…" he hummed sadly.
Olivia smiled faintly, "I-I'm glad we're doing this… n-now the kids can rest." She said, her lip trembling.
Mike nodded, agreeing whole-heartedly, "Hopefully…" he breathed. "Thank you for helping me with this… It's… uh- it's been an interesting day for me…" he sighed.
"Well…" Olivia looked down awkwardly at her cupcake, "N-now what?"
Mike shrugged. "Didn't plan this far ahead…" he looked down at his cupcake, "Just… bury the s- the kids… pay my respects…" he shrugged, "They were victims of the Fazbear 'curse' just like I was… and just like Dad…" he let out a heavy breath. "Maybe… give them the party they missed out on…" he croaked, his throat drying suddenly. He took in a shaking deep breath and wiped his eyes, realizing only now that he had started crying. He held up his cupcake, "Happy birthday, kids…" he sniffled.
Olivia sat beside Mike, watching him for a moment. She looked back out to the four mounds before them, "H-Happy birthday, kiddos…" she barely forced out, holding up her cupcake as well.
"Rest in peace…" Mike breathed, "Freddy, Bonnie, Chica… Foxy…" he wiped his eye again, trying to avoid getting yellow frosting onto the bill of his cap. "I-If only I'd gotten there earlier… this… we wouldn't be doing this…" he exhaled sharply, "You'd be with your families… I'm sorry, kids…"
Olivia nodded, "Rest in peace, kids… I'm… sorry this happened to you…"
Mike finally took a bite from his cupcake, "Thank you, Olivia…"
Olivia nodded and took a bite from her cupcake.
Mike finished his cupcake and sat back, sighing, "How's Dad holding up?" he asked, "Have you seen him since he got sick?" he asked.
Olivia shook her head, "N-No… he's not doing too well, Mikey… He didn't even want me to give him money for the medication because he wanted me to use it for…" she trailed off, "For… your funeral costs…" her breath hitched as she took another bite from her cupcake, "He… he asked me to m-marry him…" her eyes watered. "And…" her voice broke.
"Olivia." Mike grabbed her shoulder and spoke firmly, "It's gonna be okay… w-we both know how stubborn he can get. When do you think you're going to see him again?"
"I don't know… tonight or tomorrow…" she shrugged.
"Okay." Mike nodded and sat back in his original place.
"I just- y'know aside from all the… killer robots part… I just wish everything could go back to normal… just- make this all end…"
Mike nodded again and stood up, "I know… me too." He waved a hand to the burial site, "This was a start, though… th-these kids needed to be put to rest…" he tucked his hands in his back pockets. "Thank you again… for helping me." He offered her a hand.
"Give me a minute…" Olivia wiped her eyes. "I'm okay…" she took Mike's hand and let him help her up. "Thanks, Mike."
"Of course." He gave her a warm smile. He checked the time and sighed, "Better get ready for work…" he groaned, not realizing how late it had gotten. While he was digging, he had received a phone call from Kevin, asking him to come in a few hours early to help with cleanup. However, Mike didn't recall making a mess the previous night.
"Yeah, sure…" Olivia adjusted her police cap, tipping it toward Mike, "Good evening, sir." She smirked.
Mike chuckled and bowed his head, "And you as well, Ma'am."
She giggled, "See you later, Mike." She waved and started toward the cruiser as Mike started walking home.
As Mike walked home, he felt… different. He couldn't say that he felt a pit in his stomach, nor could he say that he felt satisfied. He felt a lingering sense of dread. Perhaps it was Springtrap that was next. Stella didn't understand the blank expression Mike wore as he got dressed for work. And Mangle didn't seem to comprehend his lack of emotion as he walked by and pat the top of her refurbished head. Before any questions were asked, or rather- any answers were received, Mike had already walked out of the house, headed straight for work. As he walked down the street, a small truck pulled up next to him, "Hey!"
Mike slowed to a stop and looked at the driver, "Yeah?" he called back.
"Aren't you Stella's guy?" the driver asked.
Mike furrowed his eyebrows, focusing hard, "Do… Do I know you?" he asked. Why did this guy look so familiar? The hair? The clothes?
"Uh- not really, but I helped you when you got your butt kicked at the grocery store." He said, "I called the cops before that guy completely beat you into the pavement."
Mike watched him for a moment.
"Name's Paul." The blonde reintroduced himself, "Hop in, I'll give you a ride. Where're you headed?" he asked.
"Work." He started, "Uh- Fazbear's Fright." he answered more accurately, opening the door to the small truck and getting settled. "I'm Mike." he introduced, "Sorry, I don't have the best of memory…" he rubbed the back of his head.
"It's alright." Paul shrugged. "To be fair, you were probably a little concussed." He said, "You were barely conscious when Stella and I dragged you back to your car." He began driving.
Mike nodded, this guy is vaguely familiar. "Possibly… doesn't take much." He muttered under his breath, "You know where the place is?" he asked.
"Yeah, I live nearby." He shrugged. "I was on my way back from the store." He paused, "So…" Paul furrowed his eyebrows, "Wait- Fazbear's Fr- isn't that building haunted as hell?" he asked.
Mike shrugged, "I dunno… Probably." He threw his hands up, "They took one of the original suits from the old restaurant." He said, "A suit that somebody died in, so… Yeah, it's probably haunted." He said.
"Wait a minute…" Paul hummed, "Mike, like… 'Mike Schmidt', Mike?" he asked. "The dude that 'died' a few weeks ago?"
"I didn't die, but…" Mike sighed, "Yes, that 'Mike'."
"Whoa, dude, didn't you work at that other Fazbear's place? Fuckin'- the one that just burned down?"
"Yeah." Mike confirmed again.
Paul's expression went from skeptical to bewildered, "Holy shit- I can't believe it! The news footage! And the papers! It was all over the place! And that one guy got arrested because he killed a guy after the building burned down! Wh-why are you going back?" he asked, pulling up to the building and beginning to look nervous.
Mike pinched the bridge of his nose, "To get 'that one guy' a lawyer so he can get out of jail." Mike answered, "He's my dad." he said.
"J-Jeremy Fitzgerald's your dad?" Paul asked, "But you have different-"
"I'm adopted." Mike cut him off. "I got a job here as the new night watch because it's all I know, I… feel like that's what I'm good at, and I need to build up some money so I can get my dad out of jail because he still thinks I'm dead." Mike explained.
Paul watched him for a while, "Wh-why not just tell him you're alive?" he asked he set the truck to park.
"Because if I tell him I'm alive, he's going to do anything in his power to get to me. He's not afraid to hurt people if it concerns me. I've seen it firsthand. I've seen him break an animatronic's jaw before. Nothing will stop him. It's… It's best that I don't tell him until he's out. Besides, he's sick, I don't want him to hurt himself."
Paul was silent for a moment. "Okay…" he sank, "Man, you're in a complicated situation." He breathed. The engine idled, becoming white noise to the two. He exhaled, "Listen, I know a good lawyer that might be able to help." He said, "He's really good, given he just got out of law school." He offered, "If you'd like, I can talk to him, explain your situation, and I can give you a call and we'll… go from there… w-would that help?" he asked.
Mike looked up at him, "Y-yeah, that'd be great!" he pulled out his phone.
"Whoa," Paul pointed outside of the truck, "She looks a little nervous." He commented.
"Huh?" Mike looked up and watched Nightre sheepishly walk up to the truck, "Oh, Nightre." He rolled down the window.
"M-Mike! It's good to see you tonight!" she gave him a nervous smile, "L-Listen… w-we can't find the suit." She said.
Mike's blood ran cold. "Uh… give me a second, I'll be right there." He turned back toward Paul, "Quick, your number."
Paul took Mike's phone and put in his number, "Here, give me yours, too." He handed Mike his phone.
"I'll…" Mike dialed Paul's number. Once Paul's phone rang in his pocket, he hung up. "There. It should be in your history now. Thank you, talk you later!" Mike hopped out o the truck and trotted behind Nightre.
Paul exhaled deeply and pulled out his phone, dialing a number and holding the phone to his ear, "Hey, man! … Yeah, I need to talk to you about something." He drove off.
**Holy crap! So here's the true chapter 11! I haven't gotten any feedback regarding Nightre and Paul, so… I'm just going to write their lines and continue using them since they kinda play an important role in the story and I can't just cut them out of the story cold turkey. I feel like I have a decent enough read on their personalities, but… GrezzWizard and Marrionette AKA Puppet, if you have any objections, please, please, please, please, message me and let me know and we'll work something out. Paul belongs to GrezzWizard, Nightre belongs to Marrionette AKA Puppet, and Olivia belongs to WarHusky2000. I'm sorry it's taken so long, you guys, but here it is! Read, review, and stay awesome, folks!**