Chapter 1: Revamped

Hello it's TSA with another revamped chapter! This time around some changes are more noticeable but I'll talk about them at the end notes

And again, remember new readers this is a heavy au! even though I took inspiration for names from canon its likely that the majority of the character will not reflect their namesakes

But anyways, enjoy!

Year: 2005, November.

The past seven years of Michael Schmidt's life have been harsh.

Firstly, it turned out his dad blamed him for his mother's death due to her being in the accident in the first place for trying to come over to visit him in the hospital. His dad's grief was so overwhelming he started looking for a scapegoat, somebody to blame for the loss of his other half, unfortunately Mike was the only target in sight. Mike knew it was just a really unfortunate coincidence but deep down he couldn't help but blame himself too.

For the first 4 or so years after the incident his dad started taking out all of his anger and grief out on him either verbally, emotionally or physically, but Mike endured it because he held on to the hope that once his dad managed to recover from the loss he might start treating him like he used to, that they could be a family again.

Unfortunately the exact opposite happened, when he started growing his dad stopped hurting him physically and instead started coldly ignoring him instead. That turn of events was due to him resembling his mother more and more as he grew. His dad couldn't bear to look at him anymore so he was left to his own devices for the most part and as time went on he saw less and less of the man, but what made it worse was that he forced him to get a job recently so they could spend even more time away from each other.

The problem was that he had just barely turned fifteen the other day meaning that he had to lie about his age and forge false documents just to get it, plus he still had school to worry about.

Secondly was that in school all the teachers and the principal gave him pitying looks because of his 'condition' and he despised it. At least they allowed him to wear hats to cover up his scars, but a lot of kids resented him because of all the special treatment he got which included light work loads because of his short attention span and inability to focus long, courtesy of his injuries, and the other half treated him with pity.

The thing that made it even worse though was that most of the kids in the first half believed he got all the special treatment because he was an entitled brat who would go crazy if he didn't have everything his way. Mike winced as he recalled the incident that started that rumor a while back.

1 month earlier...

Mike was sitting outside under the shade of a tree eating his lunch peacefully, it had been a long tiring day for the fourteen year old sophomore student. Earlier that day they had a math test that Mike was pretty sure he had aced even though he had a tough time concentrating, thank god the incident didn't mess up his IQ. He also had to go to work after school.

Anyways Mike was happily munching on his lunch under his favorite tree when a huge boy with greasy blond hair sauntered up to him, a scowl on his red face.

"Hey! Pipsqueak, why are you wearing a beanie, don't you know that it's against the dress code!?" The boy sneered despite knowing Mike was the exception to that rule, making a grab for the 'offending' object. Mike dodged the meaty hand but dropped his sandwich on to the dirty ground in the process.

Mike let out a snarl squeezing his eyes tight and gritting his teeth, knowing that was all the food he was going to get until his father went to bed late at night. "Awww is the baby gonna cry over his spilled milk?" The boy laughed obnoxiously not noticing that Mike's eyes were changing.

Now before the accident Mike wasn't one to get worked up over petty things or lose his temper easily, but post-bite Mike is a whole different story. He gained an impulsiveness he never had before and got ticked off... Very, very easily.

So when the older boy calmed down he was scared out of his wits when he saw a red faced Mike with black eyes and white pinprick pupils, which actually looked really terrifying. He also wasn't expecting for the scrawny boy to punch him in the stomach with the power of a freight train behind it.

Let's just say that by the end of the day everyone knew about Mike's temper and stayed out of his way, only a few people dared to stay or make friends with him, but even they were still a bit intimidated.

Well at least no one bothered him about his hats anymore.

It wasn't all that bad though at least he got to get away from his dad's silence and cold eyes for a few hours and he did have a couple of friends at school. He also still had Jeremy and William who were both now twenty and twenty-two respectively and picked him up from school every day in their shared car. Also his once bald head finally managed to regain his curly hair that sadly didn't grow over his scars.

No, what was really bothering Mike Schmidt was that his father, who was more of a stranger at this point, was making him look for a second job. Apparently his after school job at the local grocery store as a cashier wasn't enough time spent away from him.

So this is where we find Mike, in his room rifling through that day's newspapers, job-hunting for a job that needed someone to work a night shift because that was the only available time he could actually squeeze into his already busy schedule. Also in a brief moment of bitterness he was petty enough to leave enough space between jobs to make his father see him.

That was when he found it, the job he was looking for.

Help wanted!

Family pizzeria looking for a security guard to work the nightshift.

From 12 am to 6 am.

Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.

Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.

$155 per week

The ad came with a picture of Mike's four old friends performing on stage, who he missed dearly after seven long years even though his memories of them were slightly fuzzy he still remembered all the good times they shared, but Mike couldn't help but feel as if someone or something was missing from the picture. Shrugging it off Mike circled the ad with a red marker deciding on calling tomorrow, the whole injury/dismemberment thing not fazing him at all.

"I'm finally coming back to my real family... That is if they still remember me..." Mike muttered to himself rubbing his head gently.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his father slamming the door to the master bedroom shut. That was his signal to go down and make his own dinner.

'soon'

The next day: Saturday

Mike had just gotten off the phone that morning.

The manager sounded a bit too eager and told him he could go over right now for his interview. Mike dressed up in his favorite outfit not caring that he was going to an interview.

His outfit consisted of a dark blue baggy sweater with a white button up underneath, black jeans and white chunky sneakers with the same decals from that first fateful meeting so long ago, the cupcake necklace he also kept all those years ago hung around his neck and finally he pulled on a dark blue beanie on his head, successfully covering his scars and allowing some of his curls to stick out of it to give off the illusion that nothing was wrong underneath.

"Well here I go," Mike breathed out, leaving his room and padding past his dad's room and out the door.

After walking for a good 20 minutes Mike finally reached his destination, Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria looking the same as he last saw it. Mike felt his head throb a little, but he paid it no mind as he was used to it after years of it happening when he was near somewhere familiar.

Steeling himself the young teen pushed the glass doors open and as soon as he stepped foot into the building it was all chaos.

Little kids were running around everywhere screaming and laughing, disheveled parents were trying to pry their kids out of the building and waiters were trying to get the food out to their tables, It was complete and utter madness.

It brings back old memories of happier times.

Walking towards the very back of the building, where he knew the manager's office was, having been told where it was located over the phone, Mike realized something, the animatronics weren't where they usually were onstage or walking around and interacting with the kids... Weird.

Walking down the hall and reaching a door marked 'Manager' Mike rapped on the door gently, waiting to see if anything happened.

"Come in"

Obeying the voice, Mike walked in with his hands stuffed in his pockets, quickly eye-balling his maybe future boss.

The man seemed to be in his mid-forties, with graying brown hair and hazel eyes, he was wearing a purple dress shirt with a black tie. He was sitting behind a mahogany desk, his arms resting on it.

"My name's Mr. Afton, and only Afton, now what's your name kid?" The Man, Mr. Afton said in a sleazy no-nonsense voice that sent shivers down Mike's spine.

"Oh, my name's Mike Schmidt, sir," Mike answered the older man's question quickly, not looking him in the eye, just because he was impulsive that didn't mean he wasn't shy.

"Hmmm..." Mr. Afton hummed while looking Mike up and down with calculating eyes,"Tell you what kid you're hired."

"Really?" Mike asked in astonishment, not really thinking it would have been that easy to get the job.

"Yep, here this is your uniform," Mr. Afton confirmed nonchalantly, sliding a flat box with a navy blue cap resting on top of it with the words 'security' stitched on it, across the desk where Mike picked it up with care.

"Umm sir, if you don't mind me asking, where are the animatronics? I didn't see them when I came in," Mike asked, clutching the box to his chest.

"Oh them, they're just in the back room getting their annual repairs done, you should be able to see them when your shift starts..." The man said a bit distractedly.

"Oh, ok then," The teen replied after a tense silence.

"Now follow me, I'll show you where your office is," The older man told the younger one, before standing up and walking out of the office with Mike at his heels.

Walking a bit further down, they stopped outside of a small office with two entrances on either side. The office itself was messy with trash strewn everywhere and a desk pushed against the wall, but the most interesting thing in there at the moment were the two current occupants.

Jeremy and William.

They were both dressed up in similar security guard outfits except William's shirt and hat were purple for some reason and he had also forsaken his tie. They were both looking at a tablet, Jeremy with a bored expression and William with an odd look in his eyes that Mike couldn't identify, but they quickly snapped out of it when their boss cleared his throat drawing their attention to them.

"Hello boys meet the new night guard, Mike Schmidt." Mr. Afton introduced. The Fitzgerald brothers gaped at Mike with surprise, their eyes holding a strange mix of fear and concern.

"Y-Yeah we all-already know each other," Jeremy stuttered out his voice wavering a bit, as if he were hiding something.

"Yeah we're good friends..." William trailed off as he eyed Mike with a questioning glance.

"Ah, well that's good I just came by to show Mike his work space... Well I won't take anymore of your time, keep up the good work boys!" Mr. Afton said with a hearty laugh as he walked Mike to the exit. Jeremy and William shared a worried glance once they were out of sight.

"Do you think he'll make it?" Jeremy asked his older brother, knitting his eyebrows worriedly for their younger friend.

"He will be fine." William said confidently before looking back down at the tablet.

"I hope so," Jeremy muttered before joining William in keeping watch over the pizzeria, hoping that their young friend won't have a hard time.

They could only hope.

I hope this chapter didn't feel too slow!

Anyways as you can all see unlike the original fic, Mike's father is now more neglectful rather than what he was like in the og fic, a different shade of bad parenting

Next chapter more of that contrast will be made apparent

Also Mike is no longer bald like in the last version, good for him

anyways TSA signing out~