September, 2007

After 2 more weeks in the hospital Jeremy, Michelle, and Mike were discharged and clear to go to school. They're parents reluctantly let them go. Mike and Michelle's parents were trying to be supportive and help their children while Jeremy's father blamed him for everything.

He was blamed for being dumb enough to get hurt in the first place, and he was blamed for his mother's death. Saying that had he not been injured she wouldn't have gotten into an accident going to visit him at the hospital. He started taking his anger out at him either verbally or physically. Vincent protected him as much as he could but couldn't be there all the time due to their father forcing him to get a job and start contributing to the house.

He had told his friends who told him he was welcome at either of their houses if things got to be too much and he just needed to escape.

School wasn't too bad, the only downside was the pitying looks they got from their teachers because of their 'condition'. They despised it. At least they were allowed to wear hats and scarves to cover their scars. The other kids resented them because of their special treatment which included light work loads, due to their short attention spans and inability to focus for long periods of time.

What made it worse was the fact that all of the kids believed they were demented psychopaths who would lose it if they didn't get their way. But they could handle it for now, after all it was just teasing. No one had tried to put their hands on any of them and for that they were thankful.

November, 2007

Mike, Jeremy, and Michelle were sitting outside under the shade of a tree peacefully enjoying their lunch. Mike had told his friends that earlier that day he'd had a math test that he was sure he passed, even though he had a hard time concentrating on it, thanking god the accident hadn't messed up his IQ.

"Well that's good, we wouldn't want you repeating the grade." Michelle said, taking a bite of her sandwich.

Jeremy was too busy eating his own food to reply but nodded his head. Mike gave them a small smile and they continued to eat in peace until three older boys came up to them. The leader had greasy black hair and an acne infested face.

"Hey freaks, don't you know it's against the rules to wear hats and scarves." He sneered, making a grab for Jeremy's scarf.

Jeremy dodged his hand but dropped his sandwich in the process. He snarled and squeezed his eyes shut while grinding his teeth. That was all the food he was going to get until his father went to bed late at night and he knew it.

While Jeremy had his eyes closed the other two boys had gone over to Michelle and Mike. One of them had poured milk all over Mike's head and the other was fighting to try and take Michelle's beanie off.

"Ha ha, are the babies gonna cry over spilled milk?" The boy said, laughing obnoxiously. The other two had moved to stand behind Mike and Michelle and were laughing as well, none of them had noticed the change in their eyes.

Before the accident none of them had been the type to get worked up over small things or lose their temper easily, but post-bite was an entirely different story. They had gained an impulsiveness they'd never had before and got pissed off very, very easily.

When the boys had calmed down they nearly pissed themselves when the three on the ground were red in the face and had black eyes with white pinprick pupils. Which was downright terrifying. And they weren't expecting these short, skinny kids to punch them with the power of a freight train behind it.

By the end of the day everyone knew about their temper and stayed out of their way, very few people daring to come close to them.

At least no one bothered them about their clothes anymore.

July, 2010

Three years after the bite and the three friends have slowly been getting better. Jeremy, now eleven almost twelve, was still being abused but his brother had saved up some money and bought him a phone so they could talk and so he could message his friends if he ever needed help. Vincent, now eighteen, apologized for not being able to help him get a binder but promised he'd save up to buy him one.

Mike, fifteen, and Michelle, thirteen, had been given their own phones as well to keep in contact with their parents should something go wrong again.

Mike had revealed that he was intersex to his friends and they were supportive of him. Michelle had joked and told him not to get pregnant too young, to which Mike's face became the color of an apple in embarrassment and Jeremy was in tears from laughter.

Things had been going well in school, most of the kids had gotten over their fear of the three and they had a few more friends. Though there was the occasional bully every once in a while, they were quickly taken care of.

Michelle Garland

Michelle was walking home with Mike and Jeremy, her house was first. The three of them had spent the day together at the park. Soon they made it to her house and the two boys waited until she was safely inside before continuing their walk.

Michelle opened the door and walked inside to see stacked boxes by the front door. She raised an eyebrow and walked further into her house to find her parents packing away dishes in the kitchen.

"Mom, Dad? What's going on?" She asked.

Her parents, Hank and Sarah, both turned to look at her. They shared a look before her mom walked over to her. She put a hand on her shoulder and crouched slightly to look her in the eye.

"We're moving at the end of the month, we wanted to at least let you be here for Jeremy's birthday." Sarah said.

Michelle's eyes widened, "What? Why are we moving? What's wrong with being here?" She questioned.

"Your father got a promotion and we're going to Pleasanton, New Mexico. And we thought you'd like a change of scenery and would want to get away from that horrid place." Sarah explains.

"Why would I want to leave? I like it here." Michelle argued.

"Honey, this is for the best," Hank piped up, walking over to his wife and daughter. "We've got till the end of July so you can say goodbye to your friends and besides you can still text and call them."

Michelle didn't say anything and ran up to her room. Her parents let her be for now.

Jeremy Fitzgerald

Mike and Jeremy walked in a comfortable silence to his house. Jeremy had started to slow down the closer they got, dreading the moment he walked through the door. Mike had seen his apprehension but didn't say anything and slowed down with him. They stood in front of the walkway to his door and Jeremy reluctantly started to walk to the door.

Mike stood on the sidewalk until Jeremy had closed the door behind him and then walked away. Jeremy stood in the walkway for a moment, listening out for his father. When he didn't hear anything he quickly rushed to his room and shut the door.

He let out a sigh, thankful for the peace and quiet that he knew would be ruined once his father came home. He took this opportunity to start on his summer homework. While doing this he hears the front door open but doesn't hear stomping or yelling so he assumes it's his brother, Vincent.

He hears his door open and shut quickly and turns around to see Vincent, now twenty, come in with bags and dumps them on Jeremy's bed.

"What are you doing?" Jeremy asks, setting his papers aside.

"We're leaving." Vincent replies.

"What do you mean? Where are we going?" Jeremy questions.

"You and I are gonna leave and get away from Dad. We leave the day after your birthday," Vincent explains. "I've found a place out in Modesto, California."

"Is this why you've been picking up extra shifts? So we can leave him?" Jeremy asks.

"That, and so I can finally help you transition. Our dad would never let you go through with it. Pack all of your clothes and anything else important you wanna take, hide the bags in your closet until it's time to go." Vincent instructs.

"Well what about school?" Jeremy asks.

"I'm working on getting guardianship over you so I can have access to your medical records so I can enroll you in a good school." Vincent explains.

Jeremy nodded then got up and hugged his brother. Vincent returned it and they stood there for a moment before they let go.

"But how are we gonna get there?" Jeremy asked.

"I know it's bad but we're gonna steal Dad's car. As soon as we get close enough to Modesto we're gonna ditch it." He explained.

Jeremy nodded and went to grab two of the bags. Together the brothers packed most of his clothes and hid them in the farthest corner of his closet. Vincent then helped Jeremy with the rest of his homework until their father came home and demanded that they make him dinner.

Mike Schmidt

After dropping off both of his friends Mike walked home by himself. As he rounded the corner towards his house he saw a moving truck in his driveway. He raised an eyebrow and then saw his parents each carrying a box outside. He walked up to them.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mike asks.

His mom turns to look at him and quickly sets her box down and walks over to him.

"Please don't be mad but, we have to move." His mom, Amanda, calmly spoke.

"What? Why? What's wrong with where we are?" Mike questions.

"Our family business just opened up a new law firm in Meadows, Idaho. We have to live there if we wanna keep our business." His father, Jim, added.

"I don't wanna leave. What about my friends? What about school?" Mike asked.

"You can still text and call your friends. And we'll handle the school stuff. We've got two weeks before we have to go, you'll have plenty of time to get Jeremy a birthday present by then. There's nothing to worry about dear." Amanda said. She reached out to touch his face but he backed away from her.

His father sets his box down and tries to walk over to him but Mike leaves and swiftly runs up to his room. His parents decided to let him be and continued packing.

At the Pizzeria

After the bite Golden Freddy had been decommissioned and officially retired. His new job is to guard the back area of the pizzeria and make sure children don't wander off too far, which was ironic given the circumstances.

The others had slowly come to forgive him, though they couldn't ignore the pain at not seeing their favorite children anymore. They tried to move on and continued doing what they loved most, making children happy.

Golden Freddy was still coming to terms with what he had done and hadn't fully forgiven himself. He promised there would never be a repeat of what happened back at Fredbear's and look at what he'd gone and done. He didn't think he'd ever forgive himself for it but tried to forget about it, locking the memory away deep in his software.

The pizzeria had shut down for a considerable amount of time after the incident but reopened and people slowly started to forget the event five years prior, though there were a few that thought the place should have closed down for good.

The restaurant had closed for the day and Golden Freddy went back to his room in the very back of the pizzeria, right next to the back door, followed by Freddy. He removed the boards covering the door and opened it to see his bed in the far left corner, and a desk on the other side of the room. Freddy followed him inside the room and shut the door behind them.

They shared a quick kiss and Golden Freddy laid down in bed, shutting down for the night. Freddy went back outside to the hallway and put the boards back up and made his way back to the stage with Bonnie, Chica, and Toy Bonnie and powered himself down for the night.