For the next couple of days after visiting Jeremy's grave, Mike spent most of his time looking through the sketchbook and notebook Mrs. Fitzgerald had given him. The sketchbook didn't reveal much except that Jeremy was just about losing his mind working at Freddy Fazbear's. The illustrations themselves were very well done, the characters looked almost three-dimensional. Poor Jeremy, Mike thought to himself, He probably never got any sleep... Jeremy had only filled out a fourth of the sketchbook, and so, Mike turned to the notebook.

The top of the first page read "Strategies," and there were bullet points after bullet points of notes underneath; the more Mike read the tips Jeremy gave himself, the more he wondered how Jeremy could've had the courage to keep returning to that place, Jeremy was never known for his bravery during school:

-Keep the music box wound at all times, affects the Puppet

-Listen for banging sounds in both vents, saves time from having to look in the monitor

-Freddy head trick will not work on Foxy or Puppet

-Balloon Boy can disable flashlight, leaving me vulnerable

-Both Chicas are female chickens... I thought I should write that down

Mike skimmed through the pages until the Strategy notes ended about a third through the small book. There were still a lot of written things within the notebook, but Mike decided he would stop reading for the time being, having gained a newfound respect for his late friend. It was the first Monday of September when Mike finished the strategy section, and the clock next to his bed read eight-thirty. Mike had been intending to drive over to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza these past few days, and today he just had to visit the place where the accident happened.

Knowing the establishment would close soon, if not, already, Mike left his apartment in a hurry; he wanted to see the animatronics for himself and hopefully get to see how the employees were treated. Mike got into his car and started heading for the downtown area. He looked to his right while on the expressway and saw the purple-colored FFP building, located separately from the mall complex. Mike got off of the expressway and eventually parked in the empty parking lot. Before getting out of the vehicle, Mike took a minute to just sit back and stare at the building before him.

Gripping the wheel tightly and clenching his teeth, Mike felt his body burning and he had to look away. He was so close to just turning the wheel and getting the hell out of there before his anger got the best of him, "No," he scolded himself, "I'm here. I can do this. There's nobody here, they can't kick me out for asking a few questions..." He took a deep breath, shut off the engine, and got out of the car. As Mike grew closer to the building, he could see some lights shutting off inside and a college-age kid holding something that looked like a ring of keys.

Mike reached the front door and the man reluctantly let him inside,

"Um, sir," the man, who wore a purple uniform with a tag that said 'Chris', said to him, "We're just about closed for the night, we're cleaning up right now. If you want to have a party here, you could easily set it up over the phone or on our official website!" Mike glared at the young adult,

"No, I'd never set up a party here in a million years!" he informed the employee in a frank tone, "I'd like to speak with the manager about a few things." The young man stared at Mike with his jaw dropped,

"Um, actually, he just left," he eventually managed to say, "The assistant manager's coming back in here pretty soon, you could just wait to talk to him. Is it absolutely necessary to speak with the manager?" Mike shook his head, and Chris assured him, "Good! This is just between you and me, but, the manager's kind of a paranoid, I can kind of understand why. Trust me, the assistant manager will be more likely to answer your questions." Mike thanked him and he went over to one of the tables.

One of the janitors gave Mike a quick icy glare, but Chris informed her he was allowed to sit. Mike looked up at the stage in front of him feeling both uneasy and awed at the same time. Three animatronics stood frozen atop the stage: Freddy, the mascot, Bonnie, the one in the worst shape in Jeremy's pictures, and Chica, the one often confused for a male duck. A shiver went down Mike's spine when he remembered the commercials before '87 that showed these things actually moving around off of the stage, they were already creepy enough just standing there.

Mike diverted his attention to look at the decorations in the room. Children's innocent drawings of the characters were taped all over the walls, and Mike couldn't help but laugh out loud and think, Ha! I bet they hired someone to draw them, do kids these days even want to come here? He especially felt sorry for the college aged employees who all looked positively ecstatic to be there. Mike got out of his seat and walked a bit closer to the animatronics.

He looked up them, almost daunted by their size. When he got closer to them, Mike began smelling something... faint, but pungent. Mike sniffed the air and tried to figure out what it was; it could've been food coming from the kitchen, which was another reason for Mike to never celebrate an event there. He looked back up at the animatronics, Is it coming from them? Don't they actually clean the animatronics once in a while? Still gazing at the characters, Mike went back to his seat.

After a while of just sitting there, Mike became more irritated than nervous, I wonder if they'll let me see that Foxy robot, he seems pretty cool, he amused himself. He glanced at his watch and realized it was past 10:00, at least an hour of his life he'd never get back. Mike finally stood up and began heading for the door when he saw a man enter the building from the outside. The man looked to be in his fifties with his graying brown hair, he was wearing normal, everyday clothes except for a purple hat with the Freddy Fazbear logo on it, and carried a large coffee cup in his hand.

The facial feature that Mike immediately noticed on the man were the very dark circles under his eyes. The man looked at Mike a bit puzzled,

"I wasn't aware that we hired anybody recently..." he said to Chris.

"Are you the assistant manager?" Mike asked the man,

"Why, yes I am!" he replied, "Um, is there anything you need?" Mike nodded his head and pleaded,

"Listen, pal, my name is Mike Schmidt, and I've been sitting here for over an hour waiting for you to show up, I'd just like to have a talk with you right now." The assistant manager ran a hand through his hair,

"Well," he sighed, "Um, you sound pretty distressed. So, uh, let's continue this in the office, shall we?" he smiled and gestured a hand towards a hallway, telling Chris and the other employees who'd been watching them, "Just keep doing your job, don't forget to turn on the animatronics 'free roaming' mode before you leave, ok?" The young employees simply nodded, and Mike began following the man down the hall.