Olivia's heart raced as she pulled up to the Fazbear's Fright building. Lori had called her in a panic, telling her something was wrong and that she needed to go. She stepped out of her car after throwing it into park and approached the building, the outer wall completely up in flames. She looked around, hoping to find Mike and to see if he was okay, but she only found the small, huddled Nightre sitting on one of the concrete parking stops. "Ma'am? Ma'am, are you okay?" she asked.
Nightre shook, her eyes wide open, tears pouring down her face, "I-I shouldn't have r-run…" she stammered, "M-Mike… he's still in th-there…" she cried. "Springt-trap…" she hiccupped, "I'm a terrible person!" she sobbed.
"Easy, easy, calm down. Where is Mike?" Olivia asked.
"R-Room…" Nightre swallowed hard, "Camera eight…" she forced out.
"Okay, stay right here, I'll go inside and get him." She turned and started running inside. Once she entered, she found herself right at the security office. She immediately began flashing back to her job with Jeremy, Rhythmi and Jarvis.
Jarvis…
She looked down at a pin she had attached to her shirt, a camera in disguise that Jarvis had designed to help Olivia with her job. She pinched the sides and activated the camera. She coughed and began waving away some of the smoke, checking the monitor and finding static, "What the?" she coughed and looked at the other monitor, seeing that each of the systems needed to be restarted. She clicked on the restart all option and waited for a moment. While she waited, she glanced down and found the pile of paperwork that Nightre was assigned to shred. She picked it up and held t in front of the camera, flipping through each page. At the top of it all, written in big red letters, 'SHRED THESE'. "Final notice?"
The monitor flickered back to life, and suddenly the room was easier to breathe in. She refreshed the camera, trying to find Mike, but the lighting was too dim and the camera lenses were blocked completely by smoke.
..xxXxx..
Mike gasped, coughing and trying to take in deep breaths. All he could smell was the rot and the musty smell of old fabric. He thought he smelled something burning, much like paper or dust. He looked up at Springtrap, finding smoke starting to cloud up the ceiling just passed his head.
Springtrap lowered down so Mike could see right through the teeth of the suit, "Didn't your father ever teach you not to run with these?" Springtrap pulled his hand away and showed him a long, rusted pair of scissors, coated in Mike's blood, and waved them condescendingly. Mike staggered, taking a step back for a moment. Trash. Scissors… Nightre was looking for the scissors in the trash… the trash was never taken out. Mike groaned and held his stomach, "Fu-" the profanity was choked off.
Springtrap had caught him around the throat and picked him up, "And didn't he ever tell you to watch your language?" Springtrap tightened his grip, Mike's fingers dug into the matted fur on his arm as his eyes widened. He chuckled, "That's okay, your real daddy's here to teach you a lesson." The mouth under the mask sneered as Springtrap's faded silver eyes watched Mike struggle, kicking and fighting to break free.
He jolted at the sudden, shrill beeping of a fire alarm. He turned and looked around, sniffing, "Hm…" he kept Mike in his grip, he then looked up, seeing the smoke clouding the ceiling, "Ah… I didn't smell anything…" he started, then he turned back to Mike and sneered again, "The disadvantages of being contained in a dead, rotted, spring-locked suit." He said, "So that being the case…" he turned and threw Mike into a pile of boxes and let the scissors clatter to the floor, "I'll just leave you here and take care of that little puppet wannabe in your office." He huffed and started down the hall. "Don't forget… I can't have any witnesses…" he taunted, his voice fading down the hallway.
Mike gasped, "Nigthre…" he wheezed, trying to muster the strength to get up, but as he bumped one of the boxes in the pile he had been thrown at, the entire stack came tumbling down on top of him, forcing him back down and burying him from the waist up. He coughed again, "Nightre!" he groaned loudly, panting and trying to move, but with his upper body trapped under the pile of heavy boxes, Mike laid motionlessly. His vision faded as he watched an orange glow peek through the gaps of the boxes.
..xxXxx..
Springtrap approached the office and looked through the window, finding the office completely empty. Inside, the vent billowed smoke. He hummed, "There really is a fire in here…" he turned starting back toward the room he'd left Mike in.
"Hey, Bonnie!"
Springtrap turned and locked eyes with Olivia, who stood in her uniform with her gun aimed at him. He watched her flinch for a moment, seeming to not expect the yellow spring Bonnie's appearance. He smirked, "I remember you…" he started, watching Olivia freeze. "Yes… you're the woman who hit me in the face with a crowbar." He turned to fully face her, "Ten… maybe twelve years ago… you were trying to keep me away from my son."
Olivia furrowed her eyebrows, "Gerald?" she gasped, "You're alive…" she backed away.
"Partially." Springtrap answered, looking down at himself, "If you consider a corpse slaughtered in a spring-locked animatronic suit alive, then sure."
Olivia rose her gun at him again, "Where's Mike?" she demanded.
"Oh, he's busy." Springtrap casually began stepping toward her.
"Get back! I won't hesitate…" she cocked the handgun.
"Oh, you won't?" Springtrap chuckled, getting closer, backing her toward a wall, "Then what's stopping you? Fear? Protocol? Or that you somehow think that you might actually hurt me with your pathetic bullets?" he taunted, nearly having Olivia pressed against a wall. "If you won't hesitate, then go on and shoot!" he barked, "Don't be a coward!" He roared, "Or are you going to leave Michael to his fate just like Fitzgerald did?!" he rose his arms and stepped forward once more.
Olivia screamed and shot twice at Springtrap's chest, making him stumble back.
Springtrap chuckled, "Good to know you're not just all talk. Jeremy chose a good one…" he sneered, completely unaffected by the bullets.
A part of the ceiling collapsed, making Olivia jump. She looked down the hall, "What about you?" she asked, having an idea suddenly, "Are you just like the other animatronics? Gerald Schmidt or not, you're still a stupid robot designed to kill people." She lowered her gun.
"The other animatronics?" Springtrap laughed, "The other animatronics were controlled by literal children." He said, stepping closer to Olivia, "They attacked the security because they didn't trust adults."
"Because of you." Olivia added.
"That's right, they don't trust adults, because it was I, an adult, that gave them empty promises and slit throats. I attack only Michael because that little bastard should have been dead twice over now. That child was a mistake and he never should have existed." He snarled, "Jeremy nearly did me a favor when he got Michael bit by Foxy."
Olivia grew horrified, "Wh-Why!?" she demanded, "Why do you hate your own child so much that you want him dead!?"
"Maybe because 'father-in-law' promised the company to a three-year-old!" Springtrap's voice warped, "And Michael was overjoyed when he told him. I told him that I could take the company until Mike was old enough, but no, he trusted the brat more than he trusted me." He snarled, "The kids only made me think of my own 'more capable of running a company' kid, and I hated that reminder!"
Olivia flinched, "Thi- so this is all because your father-in-law didn't want you to have the company? You're throwing a fit because he said no?" she straightened up, "What company are we even talking about?"
Springtrap smirked and opened his arms, presenting the run-down hallway he stood in, "You're standing in it! The Freddy Fazbear's franchise!" he announced. "Grandpa Afton never trusted me. He said I'd run the company straight into the ground with my instability… my… childishness." He narrowed his eyes back down to Olivia, "So if I can't have this company, neither can Michael."
Olivia took a moment to process what she had just heard. Then she shook her head, "Th-Then Mr. Afton was right about you." She jabbed. "If you're going all this way to kill your own son, then you're only proving him right."
Springtrap's ear twitched, his eyes beginning to darken, "Say that again…" he warned.
Olivia re-holstered her gun, "Afton… was… right…" she taunted.
With an angry screech, Springtrap lunged forward to attack her, arms spread. Olivia ducked under his arm and kicked him back, using his own momentum against him and sending him crashing into the grate of the vent. She quickly scrambled to her feet and ran down the hall, watching every corner, every nook and cranny to find Mike. Lori was right, he was in trouble. As she came to another doorway, she stopped in her tracks, part of the burning building dropping in front of her and blocking her path. "Damn it…" she swore, looking around and trying to find a way around. She looked over and found a broom leaning against the wall. She grabbed it and pushed away some of the debris with the handle. When the handle snapped in half, she kicked the rest away and smacked out the fire that caught onto her pant leg. She jumped into the room and looked around, "Mike!" she screamed, "Michael Jean Schmidt!" she shouted, looking around. She took another step forward, starting to run, but the sudden skittering sound made her jump. She watched the scissors skid away from her foot and squinted. "Oh no…" she gasped, finding the fresh blood, "Mike!" she coughed, "Mikey!" she looked around, the path in front of her was completely blocked.
As she looked around, she found the one corner that hadn't caught fire yet, on the top of a pile of boxes, sat the Marionette, at the bottom of the pile, she found a pair of legs laying lifelessly, the rest of the body trapped under the boxes. She grabbed the Marionette and draped him over her shoulder. "Mike!" she called, throwing aside all of the boxes, freezing at the sight of Mike's unconscious form, his stomach covered in blood. "Oh, Mike…" she shook her head.
There was a crash behind her. She whipped around and faced Springtrap, now covered head-to-toe in flames. As he laughed a twisted, crackled laugh, the fire alarm seemed to warp and distort out of existence. It was now only her and Springtrap.
"Look at that, Mi-i-i-ichael!" Springtrap boomed, "Your ne-e-e-e-ew mommy's here to rescue you!" he laughed, "But Th-th-th-th-tha-a-a-a-a-at didn't work o-o-o-o-out for you last ti-i-i-i-ime, did it?!" his glitching voice seeming louder than it ever had, as though he were trying to perform.
"Stay back!" Olivia demanded, standing in front of Mike and throwing her arms to her sides. As she moved, the Marionette slipped off of her shoulder and landed on top of Mike, his arms spread out as though he were trying to protect him.
Springtrap chuckled, "Y-y-y-you ca-a-a-a-a-a-n't save him, Re-e-e-yes…"
"I'll definitely try…" she charged toward him. As she did so, Springtrap swung his arms to catch her, but missed as she ducked under his arms. She picked up the broken broom handle and aimed the pointed end at Springtrap.
Springtrap laughed again, "Wha-a-at are you goi-i-i-i-ng to do? Spe-e-e-e-ear me?"
Olivia charged forward and drove the broom handle through Springtrap's chest and pinned him against the wall, angling the broom handle so that Springtrap wouldn't be able to slide off easily.
He glowered at her, "You wo-o-o-o-o-on't win."
Olivia took a step back, her hands shaking and her stomach knotting to the point that she wanted to throw up. "N-Neither will you… that's what matters…" she turned and nudged the Marionette off of Mike. She carefully picked up Mike and hefted him over her shoulder.
"He'll di-i-i-i-ie before he ge-e-e-e-ets help." Springtrap seemed completely invisible, the flames completely engulfed in flames and quickly spreading around him.
"If you knew anything about him, you'd know that he's hard to kill…" She glared at him and picked up the Marionette. As she left the room, she kicked another object the went clattering across the floor. She tilted her head and picked up the baton that Mike had dropped. She began walking out of the building. As she walked by the flames, they seemed to avoid her, like she was protected. When she made it outside, Nightre watched her in shock and awe, "Mike!" she stood up.
Olivia set Mike down carefully, "He's really hurt…" she coughed. She looked up, lights approached, illumintaing the area up in red, white and blue as police, paramedics and firefighters surrounded the building. She sat down next to Mike and tried catching her breath, coughing and trying to regain her focus. She shook her head and looked down at Mike, who was barely beginning to stir, "Mikey?" Olivia called.
"Liv…" Mike coughed weakly, "Where's…" he turned his head, then he hissed, dragging a hand up to cover his bloody stomach.
Nightre stood up and flagged down a couple of paramedics, "Over here!" she called, "Please, he's really hurt!"
"Nightre…" he looked up, then he exhaled heavily, "Thank god, you're okay…" he whispered.
"Ladies, stand back." The paramedics instructed firmly and immediately began to load Mike into the ambulance.
Olivia watched them take Mike away to the hospital. Again. She turned and looked at Fazbear's Fright, one hand clutching the baton, the other cradling the Marionette like a small child. She looked down at the puppet, "Thank you for protecting him…" she said.
Nightre approached Olivia, "Officer?" she started in tears, "Thank you!" she hugged her.
Olivia stumbled for a moment, then hugged her back, "It- of course…" she said, released herself from the unexpected hug, "He's a close friend of mine."
Nightre sniffled and wiped her eyes, "I feel terrible… I could've helped him… but… but I ran away like a coward…"
Olivia shook her head, "Trust me, I've done worse on my first day." She offered her a smile, "I got my coworker bit with my recklessness."
Nightre sank, "Mike could've died… I should've gone with him."
"No, knowing Mike, that would've been the last thing he would've wanted." Olivia looked down at the puppet, his dark, lifeless eyes staring back at her, his soot-smudged face still bearing that open-mouthed grin that he's always had.
Nightre smiled at the Marionette, "You found him."
Olivia nodded, "My psychic told me that… in order to completely get my friend back, I need to put him to rest." She said.
Nightre looked up at Olivia, "Wh-What do you mean?"
Olivia sighed, "Hard to explain… my friend has… a spirit living with him. An angry spirit who's connected with the Marionette." She started.
"Oh…" Nightre nodded, "Jeremy's other voice!" she said, "I remember Mike saying something about that the other night. He thought I wouldn't believe him!" she looked back at the Marionette.
"Either of you know a Michael Schmidt?" a new voice approached them.
Olivia turned, facing a darker man who didn't seem to be a cop, paramedic, or a firefighter. "He just left in an ambulance." She started, "Is there something I can help you with?"
A new look of shock hit the young man's face. He looked to be about Mike's age, "Oh…" he sank. Then he cleared his throat, "My friend, Paul, told me that I'd be able to find Mike here." He straightened up the collar to his suit jacket, "I'm the lawyer that's going to be representing Mr. Fitzgerald." He held out a hand, "Name's Darrel Collins." He smiled, "I'd be happy to help you guys."
**So… decided to just throw up this next chapter this week, so have fun, guys. Whoo! Darrel's back! Guys! I've been wanting to bring him back for a while! He's always been such a good kid! Truth be told, I was originally going to have the entirety of this chapter and the previous chapter all just one chapter. But I felt since I normally have the chapters at about 2000 words (three to four pages on MS Word) and this was going to be like- 6000 words (ten to eleven pages on MS Word), I felt like it would have been a huge jump in chapter lengths. I'm going to be rewriting Days of Our Lives and reposting it, the chapters will be way longer, things will be dated, I will be tweaking a few parts of the plot to make things fit better, given that since I started all of this, FNAF 3, 4, 5, and 6 had come out. And now Scott's released UCN, so that's a lot of fun. Anyway, I will let you guys know in the author's notes when that will be coming up. I'm going to be renaming the story 'Bite Victim'. Thanks guys!**