Stella stared at his body in horror. "M-Mike… what happened?" she whimpered. Her eyes traced every set of black lines that crossed his body.
Mike dabbed the blood off of the set of stitches that had been bleeding. He'd been silent the entire ride home, and then silent and moody since Stella took his shirt off to check his ribs.
"Look- Mike… I'm sorry I upset you." She said, "Don't be mad at me…"
He sighed, "I'm not mad at you." He put some bandages on the injury. Fortunately it just bled a little bit- the stitches didn't reopen. "I just can't believe-" he shook his head, "David can't hurt you anymore." He said. "My dad's friend is a cop now, she'll make sure he spends a long time in jail." He explained and retrieved his shirt, seeing that blood had seeped into the side where he has begun bleeding.
"Mike… how did you get all of those stitches?" she asked, "And where's your dad?"
Mike sighed, "About a week and a half ago… there were several murders at the pizzeria. You know where my dad worked? I worked with him for a couple of years." He started, "Well- I was a witness to those murders." He said, "And the murderer- who was my biological father, hit me on the head and gagged me until I was forced into a suit. Well, the suit cut me up." He held out his arms, "Hence the stitches." He sighed.
She watched him for a while, "Wh-where's your dad?" she asked.
Mike was silent for a moment, "Dad's… in jail." He said, "He thought I was dead and he lost his mind. He killed his boss and had a bunch of witnesses. To his knowledge: I'm still dead." he concluded.
"Why don't you tell him you're alive?" Stella asked.
"Because if he finds out, he'll either lash out at whoever tells him, or he'll get into more trouble trying to get out to see me." He answered. "I know him- he's not one to be underestimated." He took a deep breath, "Besides, I'm trying to save up and help him get a lawyer." He paused, "Oh shit- the money!" he checked the time, "I gotta go to the bank." He stood up, but staggered at the pain in his ribs.
"Mike, sit down." She gently guided him down, "David hurt you pretty badly."
Mike shook his head and still stood up, "No- I need to get some money from the bank." He insisted, "Dad's sick and someone needs to pay for his treatment." He said and started for the door.
Stella rolled her eyes, "Fine, but I'm coming with you." She said.
Mike sighed, "Fine…" he got in the car and drove off as soon as she got settled.
Later that night, Mike settled in at his desk and made sure he was clocked in. He noticed the phone was blinking again, so he played the message.
"Okay, so your first night seemed to be fairly easy. We found another bot and put it in there somewhere. Thing's trashed though. It looks like it was two separate bots at one point." The recorder said.
Mike furrowed his eyebrows.
"I don't even think that one's even functional. We're thinking of junking it too, if it doesn't run. It looks like Foxy but rebuilt and made into a girl."
Mike checked the cameras, "Mangle…" he searched around, then froze. He found that one of the cameras were broken, "Shit…" he searched around, playing the audio every so often, "Where is he…?"
"Springtrap seems to be a little… more- I dunno… anxious. I don't know what that guy's deal is. The weird part is he kept asking for the time. It's not like he had anyplace to be… but uh… look- if he gives you any trouble tonight- we'll up your pay for dealing with him. You're doing what- ten bucks an hour? Yeah… we'll pay you more. We'll talk in the morning. Uh- that destroyed bot is in the hallway next to the Chica head." He said, "Just- check on it once in a while, see if it does anything. Anyway, good night. Good luck!" he hung up.
Mike switched over to the camera that was pointed at the Chica head on the floor in the hallway. "That is Mangle." He said. He searched the cameras for Springtrap, finding him nowhere. "He's gotta be in the vents…" he checked the vent cameras. His body grew cold and he checked the doorway and the window, "Where the fuck is he?" he asked. He went back to the room with the broken camera, "He's gotta be in there." He mumbled to himself. He quickly reach over to the other monitor and rebooted the ventilation system. He checked the camera again and found another camera had gone out in the room directly next to the blank room. His heart began pounding and his body froze. "Oh shit…" he breathed.
There was then a loud, static-like rattling noise that followed. Mike jumped and hit his leg on the desk, he looked around for the noise, but found nothing. He looked around frantically and nursed his knee. He finally met a pair of white, glowing eyes that peeked over the windowsill. "M-Mangle?"
She stared straight at him, the loud, grinding noise seeming to have a pattern. She kept glancing to the right. She then vanished, leaving him in silence.
His body was trembling and his heart was beating out of his chest. He quickly checked the camera and jumped in fear, finding Springtrap's face blocking the view. Mike's stomach twisted, seeing the same blue eyes that he shared and the blood and flesh that showed through the seams. "Are you ready to play, son?" he asked, then his hand came into view and the camera went to static.
Mike took a deep breath and looked at the corresponding camera, and found the room was empty. He scrambled and checked the other camera, finding that room empty as well. He began coughing and checked the vents, sealing the closest one to Springtrap. He then turned to reboot the ventilation and camera systems, seeing Foxy in between. This time, he looked different than he did before. He looked bigger, his teeth appeared sharper, and his eyes were no longer present. The Fox leaned forward and screamed, causing Mike to scream and flinch. He quickly rebooted all of the systems and grabbed his head where it ached the most- his forehead and temples. He looked up and saw Mangle in the window again, shrieking and looking to the right in fear. There was then a metallic scream, forcing her to run and hide as Springtrap came into view.
Springtrap looked into the window and sneered with every teeth on and in the monster. Mike growled, "Bring it." He said, reaching into his bag, though his eyes never left Springtrap.
Springtrap seemed to chuckle and made his way around the window to the doorway. As he got close enough to Mike, Mike swung a metallic-green baton and hit Springtrap on the side of his head, causing him to stumble. Mike then bolted out the doorway and down the hall, he looked up at saw the camera, seeing the red light blinking. He knew he wasn't looking into that room before Springtrap showed himself, which only meant Springtrap was looking for him in the cameras. He took the baton and smashed the camera, running to the next room.
"You can't escape me, Michael." Springtrap's haunting voice chilled through the intercom.
Mike looked up at the speaker, completely unaware that he had that ability in that office. It would've been a literal lifesaver if they had it in the old office. He began coughing, running to the next room. He looked up and jolted, backing away upon seeing a monstrous adaptation of Bonnie. His face was shredded, his teeth were sharpened like's Foxy's, and his fingertips looked like drills. He screamed and leaned forward
Mike flinched and found that he was unharmed. He snarled and turned around, preparing the baton to attack. A bell rang, allowing him to relax.
"You w-won tonight, dear son… but tomorrow I won't go so easy on you…"
Mike growled and started back to the office, grabbing his bag and starting back to the main entrance.
Nightre stopped in her tracks upon seeing him, "Wow- rough night?" she asked.
Mike paused and remembered that he was actually in a fight with David the day before. He shook his head and shrugged, "Well, the bot was a little more aggressive with me." He started, "He started destroying some of the cameras. I don't think he likes that other animatronic you guys brought in."
"Oh! Okay then." She nodded, "Um… Kevin said to up your pay if he was to give you trouble." She said to herself, "And the other bot… we'll just get rid of her…"
Mike though fast, "Uh- if you're gonna get rid of the smaller one, I'll take her." He said, "It's uh… it meant a lot to my dad…"
She thought for a while, "Oh- okay then." She smiled. "As for your wage…" she continued, "You're getting… ten an hour… does… $10.75 sound good?"
"Sounds great." He nodded. "You guys might want to get those cameras replaced." He said, "Uh- cameras two, five and seven."
She nodded, "Okay then, no problem." She turned to the closest mechanic to her, "Can you bring the destroyed animatronic up here, please?"
The man nodded and left to search for Mangle.
Nightre turned back to Mike, "I don't understand the value of that robot… but…"
Mike shrugged, "My dad worked at the last location that burned down. He doesn't work for the company anymore, but that animatronic was his favorite for some reason." He explained, "Something about her needing a little care." He chuckled, "I guess it's like looking at it like an old beat-up piece of crap car that he fell in love with."
Nightre nodded, "Oh! Okay." She smiled, "I guess that makes sense." She tugged at the button on her shirt, "I love buttons. And my favorite character from Freddy Fazbear's was the Puppet guy." She explained, "I guess I'd do the same if it were him, right?"
Mike shrugged, "I guess. To each their own. I used to like the fox, but uh…" his head began to sting, he shook it away, "We don't really get along. I just like the destroyed one too. But… she has more of a meaning to my dad."
The mechanic returned with the jumbled up mess of wires and endoskeleton limbs that he once knew as Mangle. He took Mangle from the mechanic, "Thank you." He said, "It was nice talking to you, Nightre." He bowed his head, "And… uh- don't forget-" he yawned loudly, "Those cameras."
She giggled, "Get some sleep, Mike." She said and let him leave.
Mike carefully loaded Mangle into Jeremy's Impala, resting her in the backseat, "Just don't bother me while I'm driving, okay?" he asked and got into the car. As he drove home, he smiled slightly, feeling happy that he was able to rescue his father's friend from work. She was going to need work, but with a little help from Jarvis, she'd be as good as new.
**Sorry this took so long to update! A little bit of everything in this chapter. I had to incorporate Five Nights 4 into this, since that just came out. I'm leaving the story line how it actually is. Leave a review if you want! You guys are awesome! Stay that way, folks!**