"Ah, Miss Mckenzie, it's nice to see that you're awake." Blinking against the harsh light, I saw a doctor standing to my left.
"W-what happened?" I asked, looking around the room, a few get well cards and balloons here and there and a vase with flowers, ranging in red, yellow, and purple. I quickly turned my head from the sight.
"Your father brought you in a week ago after you were attacked by some muggers outside of your home; you had to have extensive cleaning on that wound to not have it be infected. He said.
"M-my father?" I was confused.
"Yes, your biological father. He was the one who brought you in." The Doctor said.
"So, when can I leave?" I asked, anxious to meet Mike Schmidt.
"Once the nurse comes you'll be discharged. But you'll be getting some pain medication and you'll have to go to a wound center everyday to have it cleaned and changed until it's fully healed." A few minutes later, a nurse came in to unhook the I.V and hand me the pain prescription and a referral to the wound center. Once I walked out into the waiting room, a man with salt and pepper hair and blue eyes stood up and walked over to me and pulled me into a hug.
"Um, so you're Mike Schmidt?" I asked once he let go and stepped back.
"Yeah; I was surprised to see you stumbling outside of Fazbear's Fright that night."
"How did you know I'm your daughter?" I asked, pulling him outside of the hospital.
"I kept tabs on you ever since I gave you up. And I hoped Todd and Deanna would keep you from Fazbears, but that never happened." He huffed.
"Well, what's done has been done." I replied, thinking about how I'd get back home.
"I can take you home, if you want." He said as if he read my mind.
"Sure we can talk more and can we make a stop on the way?"
The scene was taped off, but there were no police around. Getting out of the car, I surveyed the remains of the building as I walked near it.
"Damn, this is worse than the one that happened years ago." Mike whistled as I ducked under the tape, sifting through the rubble with the toe of my shoe.
"Yeah, I remember that." I called back, a few minutes later. It was a little while longer until i came upon the charred pieces of red, brown, yellow, and purple pieces of material. Turning my head, my eyes caught the shining of Foxy's hook. Falling to my knees, I cursed and cried, causing Mike to come over. He put a hand on my shoulder in order to comfort me.
I started to recall a few memories of the past couple of years.
(Series of flashbacks)
"Oh no you don't!" But he was already flying at me. I did the only thing I could do; I stood up quickly and swung my chair at him, causing him to sail into the wall.
"What the hell?!" Just being on my third week, I was used to these insane psycho animatronics coming and trying to kill me. I went and stood on the other side of the office, after dropping the chair and grabbed the trash bin as a weapon, thinking he was really going to kill me. I was not, however, expecting a glorious man with red hair and an amazing six pack (What? He didn't have a shirt on and I was a young woman; a hormonal one at that too).
"You're asking me what the hell?" I tore my eyes away from his abs and looked at his face, which was also the other good looking thing about him. " You just came in here as freaking Foxy the Pirate and now you're an actual human being? How?"
He raised both hands out at me, in a surrendering gesture. Wait, hands? Where the heck was his hook? I was surely having a nervous breakdown.
"Okay, just calm down there night guard; I ain't going to hurt ya lass."
"How can I calm down? Four freaking homicidal animatronics want me dead and now one of them is a human in front of me! Can you all do this?" I started hyperventilating.
"Okay, lass, just put the weapon down and I'll explain everything to you." He replied.
One month later.
"Hey, Mckenzie!" Chica greeted, then went to her human form as she followed me down to the office where once I got in I sat in the chair and just stared at the screen of the tablet. She left when I hadn't replied. I wasn't even fazed when either Bonnie or Freddy came to scare me just for the heck of it.
A little while later, I saw Foxy in his animatronic form leaning into the left doorway, just staring at me.
"Go away Fox." I managed to get out.
"Usually you're glad to see me." He was now kneeling in front of me in his human form. "You're scaring me with the silence lass. What happened?"
"My parents were killed while they were out of town a few days ago; I just got the news today." My voice still raw from all the screaming and crying. "They were Matt's parents too." And he did the unexpected; he pulled me out of the chair to where I knelt in front of him and he wrapped me in a hug. "It's okay lass, just let it out.'
Set between the three year skip of beginning of story
"Come on Mckenzie, we know you're crushing on Sean." Janice said casually, causing me to spit my drink on Kevin and cough.
"Sorry Kevin." I said once I stopped coughing and Matt was laughing his ass off. Then turning to Janice, I said, "We're just friends; nothing more, nothing less."
"C'mon sis," Matt said, "He's all you ever talk about as you are for him."
"No he doesn't." I replied.
"Do you think she likes me? Did you see how she looks at me?" Kevin mimicked Sean's voice as he wiped my spit of his face with a napkin.
"What are ye lasses talking about?" Speak of the devil himself. Janice gave me a teasing look.
"N-nothing." I stuttered. Kevin made a kissy face, in which I promptly kicked him in the shin, causing him to let out a yelp.
"Look, I know there's a lot you probably want to know, so why don't we take this somewhere more private?" He asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Might be best." I replied, turning around and heading back to the car.
"My little sister was the first to die by the hands of an animatronic he created, a few years later my little brother would succumb to his injury that I pretty much caused. So that left me and my father, my mother left after Elizabeth died. Years later, I had moved out and I had met your mother. Things had gotten complicated concerning my father and family and you had just been born. When i came back, your mother had passed and we had agreed that if anything happened, her brother would take guardianship over you." He explained.
"What else happened?" I asked, fidgeting with my necklace.
"For a while I was a walking corpse."
"A what?" I asked, wondering how he could've been dead and yet sitting there in front of me, living and breathing.
"It's a long story, but I was given my original body back by the spirit of the first child my father killed."
"Well, let's just say dear old grand-dad wanted me dead; he believed I was going to get the truth out."
"When I worked at the pizzeria, I went and tampered with the animatronics to cover up what he did but then I realized it was wrong and they didn't deserve it."
"Well, they didn't; and they didn't deserve to die once again." I ground out.
"No, they didn't. I still have nightmares about it all." He replied.
"Same here." I replied, looking out the window.