A/N

I know its not as good as Tortured soul. I just wanted to write something with Tyler and something with Mike and the kids...this was the product.

"I just want to say, good night, sweet prince, may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."

~Harry Dean Stanton

I hated the nights. It might be because I happened to be stabbed in the middle of the night once. I might hold a grudge. Anyway, when the night comes, I watch in pity as the poor sap they convinced to be tonight's guard saunters in, completely unaware of what's about to happen to him or the nightmares they were suffer if they survive. As the sun begins to dwindle, the children will play.

Different times meant different kids. Jack came out of hiding early. After toying with kids by one of the claw machines during the day, he would usually wander around, leading Bonnie by the hand. Michael and Gavin were up next, hanging on the arms of Chica. During the day those two would split up. Michael would damage some of the consoles while Gavin messed around in the bathroom. Conner usually hung around the stage, sitting on its edge and kicking his legs. Stephanie would rise last, after a day of hiding.

I, on the other hand, usually sat at the table closest to Pirate's Cove. I don't know why I bother sitting there, excepting him to come out and do his bit. Looking back on when I was alive, I never did get to see his routine. I wish I had. It looks like I never will. I sit there during the day and watch the curtains sway when the doors open and close, seeing him every now and then when a curious child peeked open the curtains before they were yelled at by one of the workers. Foxy…what have I done to you? His fur is matted, ripped and torn. He's more endoskeleton than Foxy the Pirate now and I can't help but feel responsible for it. I rested my head on my hand.

"We can make him come out, if you'd like?"

I glanced down, spotting Stephanie who was clinging onto the table, looking up at me with large eyes. I raised an eyebrow. She giggled, looking around. I sighed, looking away. They liked to toy with me more than anything. I was the only one who could really hear or see them after all. She giggled some more, eyes glowing. She was in one of her moods. When any of the kids gets into a certain, let's say, "playful" mood they tend to become more ghostly and less human.

"You're a little jerk, you know that right?" I whispered.

"We're just trying to make your stay more enjoyable," mocked Stephanie.

"After all, you're like our big brother," hummed Conner, sitting on the divider.

"C'mon, play with us for once," urged Stephanie, sitting across from me.

"I don't like the games you play," I hissed, leaning over. "Now, leave me alone for once."

"What do you think about the new guard?" hummed Conner, looking over at Stephanie.

"Jerk," she replied. "I think he needs to lighten up."

"Maybe we should play hide and seek with him?" Conner purred.

They leapt from their positions, rushing away. Originally, I struggled every night to try and rescue or help the night guard, but to very few successes. If I were helpful in any regard, I was more of a wind leading the eye toward the door or a quick electrical surge for one last stand. Anything else and I didn't exist. I wasn't as strong as the kids. I was more of a ghost than they were. Night was here. The guard was as his station. Let the games begin.

This week's guard was Billy Rogers. He was skinny, bony young adult. I remember him back when he first came to Freddy Fazbear's. He'd come in with after school, his mom would put on his bib and he'd be released into the store. The little dork liked to play with Chica and was an ace at skeet-ball. He used to be such a positive kid but now he was shy, pale and sickly. He wandered in, put on his jacket and hat and stepped into his office. I followed like a shadow, sitting on the desk in front of him and watching him prepare for the night shift. I crossed my legs, leaned back, folded my arms and waited.

The poor kid jumped at the slightest noise. He didn't look well when he walked in but now he seemed worse. Bonnie arrived first, around one. She peered in the door, watching him. She was accompanied by Jack. He was sitting on her shoulder, looking into the window with his eyes glowing purple. I could him laughing. I hated their laughs. It was adorable when we were all first getting used to each other but now it was a nightmare.

"Let us in, Mister Mechanic."

I glanced over at the window. I could see Bonnie's shadow and the look on Jack's face. He was pressed against the window, watching me with a huge grin. I shook my head, turning back to Billy. He looked like a ghost. Well, not a ghost like me, but like one from the movies or something. Why did I bother sitting here? I could see the lights flicker, Billy sweat as the owed was running thinner, the pounding of Bonnie on the door.

"I want to help," I whispered. "I wish I could help."

"Come play with us," pleaded Gavin and Michael, pounding on the other window. "We just wanna play with you."

Sometimes I worried and wondered if they were really out to kill the guards or simply get my attention. Ever since we found out exactly what we are and who can see us, they've seen hellbent on getting me to "play" with them. It seemed harmless enough until i realized exactly what we were playing. They wanted more kids to play with, more kids to join them. They wanted me to help, but I wasn't about to let those little nuts drive me completely insane. And yet, I'm pretty sure I'm talking to myself or thinking aloud. Oops.

"Who's there!?" gasped Billy, waving his flashlight.

"10%," I whispered, looking around.

I stand corrected. He lasted until 3. I was pretty sure he would survive passed 2 tonight but the little rascal did it. He hastily waved his light around, watching hopelessly as the power drained from his battery. The light danced across the room, for a moment reflecting off me and projecting a shadow. Then the lights shut off and Billy screamed. The doors, which had been previously locked, swung open. I sighed, shutting my eyes. I heard the footsteps, the laughter, the screeching. Any second.

"Horray, look at that, the power is all out," sang the kids, in tune to Freddy's music box. I stood up. "Why don't you run? You're a little trapped?"

Billy couldn't hear them singing, but if he had he would've been more terrified than with just the music playing. I glanced at the clock. It was barely 4. I stepped out of the office as Freddy lunged in. Billy screamed. More than anything he screamed for his mother. I've heard some men scream for their parents, lovers, some even called out to God. I know when I was dying, He crossed my mind. Makes you think, I guess.

Hands stuffed into my pockets, i wandered down the hall. They'd find him in the morning in that spare Fazbear outfit in the back. They'd clean it up, make it look like a freak accident and go looking for a new night guard. Until then, which usually took a day or two, the children would plague me without mercy. I sighed. It was almost time anyway. The anniversary was coming. We'd been dead for almost thirty years. 27 long years of this. I collapsed at my table, glancing toward the curtain.

Oh how I wished I was rightfully dead.