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Chapter 4: Good Night

Mike wiped the sweat beading on his forehead, looking at the large mechanical rabbit standing in front of him on the other side of the glass, which now he felt was all too thin to perform the job of his safety.

"Seriously, what the hell did I sign up for?!" he froze for a few seconds, squinting at bonnie as the large animatronic stared him down. Mike shut off the light and refocused, checking on the cameras again, relieved to find that none of the other animatronics had moved from their positions though they had seemed to change posture when he swiveled the camera around and then back. 'So… I'm locked in this place of all places with a bunch of accidentally homicidal animatronics because of faulty programming…' he began quickly writing things down in a notebook before turning on the light again on the left side; not seeing bonnie there anymore he opened the door and checked his power reserves. '84 percent… if I can keep a level head… no what am I kidding, a bunch of the things I've had nightmares for years are currently walking around and have an extremely high possibility of killing me…' Mike looked up and at the cameras, now seeing that the large yellow chick animatronic, Chica had left her place on the stage. Slamming the terminal sleep button, he wheeled his chair to the right side of the small guard room, ready to slam the door shut at the slightest provocation. He pressed the light button, checking down the hall.

"Hello…?" Mike called out before berating himself on the habit. 'yeah Mike, why don't you go parade in the main party room singing "I'm a pretty princess" while you're at it, couldn't hurt any more than calling out to them like that!' He refocused and was relieved that nothing had answered his call, much less come walking or worse running. He was about to check the cameras again when he heard a smash from the kitchen before the shuffling of pots and pans could be heard.

Thinking that it would more than likely be his demise if he walked down there to check it out he wheeled back over to the terminal, moving to the kitchen camera. He squinted at the grainy picture unable to make out much other than it had been knocked off its perch before the image when to nothing but static.

"Damn it! One of them must have thrown something at it!" He switched through the cameras, now seeing bonnie standing in the hall near the office, he spun in the chair, wheeling over to the doorway, just in time to stare the Rabbit in the face as he crashed into the wall, just barely missing the button before falling to the floor, the last thought that went through his head was 'killed by a large purple rabbit, just spectacular…' as blackness enveloped him.

Pain. Deep Throbbing pain in his side and head was the first thing mike registered when he started to regain consciousness, the next was that he tasted blood on his tongue. With a jolt his eyes snapped open and he looked around, now very confused. He was sitting in the chair, in front of the terminal. He stretched his jaw and then stretched, uttering a few choice curse words as soon as he did, his wrist sending a zing of pain straight down his arm. He then saw that his wrist was… bandaged up? Not only that but set in a splint, pretty professionally as well. Experimentally he attempted to slowly move his wrist and found that he could, though it protested much to his chagrin. 'Well at least it's not broken' Mike then felt the throbbing on his head again, reaching up with his uninjured right hand to feel the… bandage? Again, it was bandaged very well. Mike stood and looked around, tense and unsure, readying himself for something to jump him at any moment. His office was clear, there didn't even seem to be any blood on the floor where he'd fallen. 'If it weren't for the splint and bandage on my head I would have sworn I dreamt it all up… as it is I need to figure out what happened.' He looked around the office and then down each hall again before sitting back down, nearly falling out of the chair again when the alarm signaled the end of his shift. Turning the alarm off he logged back into the terminal, not that he remembered logging out, and rewound the security holotapes till about the time he thought he'd conked out. As there was no camera in the guard room he listened to both cameras on either side, and looking for bonnie on the west hall camera, after a few minutes he saw bonnie through the grimy video feed seemingly teleporting even though he could hear the rabbit's footsteps in the audio. Mike then heard the crash of the swivel chair and saw as bonnie jumped back a bit, as if the animatronic had been surprised before moving back out of frame and into his office after that he saw Chica come down the east hallway, more than likely to see what the commotion was about. Mike then heard almost what sounded like hushed voices before he saw Chica carry his limp body out of his office before the feed went dead. He checked the time right before it: 4:37 and then checked his login and out times, seeing that he was indeed logged out of the system at 4:37 and then logged back in at 6:01 when he had logged back in to check the feeds. Overwhelmed he ran a hand through his hair, as he did he felt something poke his hand. Mike carefully pulled out the offending object, a bright golden yellow feather. He set it on his desk and logged back out before picking up the feather again and heading out to the main party area, spinning the base of it between his fingers before looking at the three main animatronics.

"I don't know what's going on here, if this is some sort of game or whatever… but I'll be back tonight and expect answers!" He said, pointing to all three of them and then putting the feather into his pocket. He paused and looked down at his arm, sighing.

"I also wanted to say… thanks, for these" Mike gestured to the bandage and splint respectively before rubbing his arm and walking out, feeling slightly awkward. 'what the hell am I doing? I need some real rest, and food.' He nodded as he reached into his left pocket with his right hand, no easy feat with his arm in the situation it was in to fish out the keys and lock up the store. As he did so he looked through the glass one more time, slightly startled to see four pairs of eyes on him, though not appearing as judgmental as the day before. He quickly averted his gaze falling onto his atomicycle. Mike walked over to it and then groaned inwardly, he was about to start his walk to a pay phone to call a taxi when he saw a nice Chryslus Corvega pull into the parking lot, before Mr. Fazzbear stepped out.

"Michael my boy!" he half jogged half walked over, fixing his light gray pinstriped jacket back into place before holding out his left hand, to take mike's un injured right in a solid handshake.

"Hello sir, I just finished up, got her all locked up as well. Is everything okay?" Mike asked, looking from his boss to the shutdown restaurant and then back.

"O-oh! No, nothing to worry about, just my own forgetfulness and whatnot" He said with a smile before looking mike over again.

"What happened to you? You look as though you were roughed up last night" He asked and mike squinted at him for a moment before nodding. 'He knows something… why else would he show up so soon after I clock out, what is really going on here?' he thought back to the envelope he'd gotten yesterday after his interview.

"I uh... Well I fell down out of my chair while I was trying to shut the doors to the office, I was just about to head home when I realized with my wrist, riding was going to be difficult at best." He said, not mentioning how he'd been all bandaged up, mike had a sneaking suspicion that Mr. Fazzbear already knew.

"ah, well… Seems that you're no worse for wear, that sprain doesn't look too bad but all the same I'd be more than happy to get you home, assuming you don't already have a ride?" Mike shook his head and the older man smiled.

"Then let me be of some service to you Lad, I'll take you home and arrange for transportation for you tonight." He said, walking with mike over to the large Atomi-Car, opening the passenger door for him before Mr. Fazzbear got in himself on the other side, pulling out back onto the road for the short trip to Mike's home, not coming in only because of mike's continued assurance that "he'd be fine" as he walked up to the front door he waved and walked inside, locking the door behind him. 'I definitely need some answers' he thought to himself as he leaned against the door, sighing. After a few minutes he stood back up straight and walked to the kitchen, grabbing some left over Chinese, before walking to his room flopping onto his bed, looking up at the ceiling. 'Definitely…' Mike drifted off into sleep, his dreams whisking him away.

Mikey Hid in the forest behind their house as he heard his brother scare off the neighborhood kids, their 'leader' Jeffery "Brick" Higgins yelled back at David. "We'll be back Schmidt, your kid brother is gonna get it next time we see him come around with his stupid dolls!" They all laughed and ran off as David walked back over to the forest, quickly finding his little brother in their fort they had constructed years ago. "come out mikey" Mike walked out and looked up at david, most kids thought that david was a freak for having the scars he did, but it didn't bother mikey as he took his older brother's hand, walking with him back to the house. "Aunt Sarah told me that she found some cool action figures in the attic that uncle William used to have when he was a kid, and so I wanted to show my friends…" He sniffled and David stopped, bending down to mike's level, wiping his tears away. "those guys aren't your friends, they're bullies. Don't let them get to you" Mikey nodded and hugged his brother. David picked him up and walked back to their Aunt and Uncle's home, quiet the rest of the way. "Don't worry I'll keep you safe." Mikey smiled and closed his eyes, drifting off.

Mike woke up and rubbed his eyes with his good hand, trying to shrug off the exhaustion, looking at his clock, it was now 1:47 in the afternoon. Mike looked down at his arm and then huffed, walking to the garage.

"Right… so sprained wrist is bad, let's see if I can fix this…" Mike began working, even with only one hand to do most of the work he was quickly outfitted with a brace and mount. If mike was being entirely honest with himself he'd taken a bit of inspiration from some of WestTek's work in recent times. 'I'm not going to be able to build any model robots with this but it should serve my needs as it were' he observed dryly. He then grabbed a bag and began to fill it with supplies he thought he might need that night for work. "most definitely a flashlight. One of those big ones, I could've sworn that Aunt Sarah had one somewhere around here…' After the better part of an hour mike had assembled everything and placed it all into his bag, making sure he wouldn't forget it, mike walked back out to the dining room and sat, trying to figure out what was going on. He grabbed an orange from a basket on the table, swiftly dissecting it into its wedges, as he read over the papers that had been in the envelope, focusing in particular on an old cutout news article, some of it had faded but other parts were still legible it read: "S ra Ston 's Diner Bought O t By Faz aer Enterta ent" next to the head line was a grainy photo of what looked like a much smaller restaurant than the one that currently sat in town with the old Fazzbear Sign on a tarp over what he guessed was the old sign with a woman that seemed familiar next to presumably a much younger Mr. Fazzbear and another man, that mike didn't recognize at all, though mike was sure he was important, otherwise he wouldn't be in the picture. Mike straightened and stretched still thinking as he got a call on the house phone, he stood and walked over picking up.

"Hello?" Mike asked, hearing music in the background of the call.

"Hey, said this is the number of the night guard, Mike. Is that right?" Mike nodded then rolled his eyes at himself

"This is he, may I ask who's calling?" mike heard a bit of fumbling and then a definite female giggle.

"This is the day guard, Jeremy Fitzgerald, Mr. Fazzbear asked me to pick you up and drop you off after the day shift is over, just wanted to make sure you knew, don't need any Mr. Handy robots coming after me"

"Don't worry there, I don't have anything like that" Mike said, smiling a bit.

"Good, my last girlfriend… did and it wasn't pretty" Mike chuckled as did Jeremy, they both agreed that Jeremy would meet him after his day shift was up and then they would head back to the pizzeria. 'Jeremy seemed nice enough, though a bit distracted.' Mike shrugged as he made sure his bag was ready before heading back to the dining room and sitting down, trying to steel himself for the night to come, unsure of what to expect.

After a few hours and a few more miscellaneous tasks around the house done, mostly cleaning if mike was honest with himself he heard the doorbell ring. 'Let's do this…' mike grabbed his back and adjusted his tie before walking to the door and opening it. He was greeted by a taller guy with sandy blonde hair, he looked fit, though not overtly muscle bound, almost how mike imagined surfers to look minus the Hawaiian shirt and Khaki shorts. Instead he wore the same uniform as mike though his shirt was green instead of blue.

"Hey man, you ready to go?"

And there's chapter four done! So a few things to note writers block and work can kill any creativity you have along with a computer that fried itself to oblivion. But worry not faithful fans! I have returned for your irregularly scheduled content. I'm looking to post chapter five some time later this week but we'll see how that goes. I also have a question for all of you who are still reading this; would you like me to go into other character perspectives? I think it might be good for the story but would take time away from our favorite guard, Mike. Just some food for thought. At any rate let me know what you guys think and feel free to ask any questions as per usual!

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p.p.s I'm considering setting up a discord so that we can all interact more, let me know what you guys think!