Hey, hey, hey! Raptor here with Chapter 4, I'm not tired, so hooray! But, I think posting chapters will start going slower, I've been noticing that I haven't been eating, and it's because of making chapters for you guys. But, still, I will be making chapters, alright? Alright. Anyway, ON WITH THE SHO-

Mike: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

Shut the fuck up, Mike.

Mike: I'm sick and tired of being in these FUCKING fanfictions! It's the same ass shit!

So you're saying you ripping off Freida's head, burning Foxy and killing Golden Freddy is the same? Wow!

Mike: I quit.

No, you're fucking not gonna quit. If you do, I will hunt down Doll, bash her head in the wall, run her over, burn her, then I'll piss on her gravestone! SO, NO! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FUCKING QUIT!

Mike: ...

Mike woke up in his bed, seeing no one there except for him, "Damn, must have overslept." he muttered. He got off the bed, heading to his closet. He saw his clothes lying across the floor, the bed's sheets were messed up. Rough night, he thought to himself, chuckling. He entered the closet, flipping the switch up, presenting a smooth, relaxing light. "Oh god. Imagine if I bought the daylight bulb." Mike, for one thing was not a fan of any bright lights. His phone was already a mobile Sun.

"Hey, Mike." Freida spoke from outside his room, Mike turned around, eyebrows raised. "Yeah?"

"It's almost 12, pizzeria is about to be open, dear." Mike sighed, nodding. "Alright, alright. I'll be down there in a sec."

Mike grabbed his sky blue dress up shirt, and clipped on his black bow-tie. He then put on his gray slacks, putting on some cologne. "Showtime."

Mike went downstairs, excited to see the children. He opened the door, still seeing as much customers he saw yesterday. "Hey, kids! Are you ready to have an awesome time at Freddy Fazbear's?!" Mike looked back, seeing Freida change form into Freddy, Bonnie changed less curvy, as well as Foxy. "YEAH!" The children shouted out, Mike swung open the door. They ran in, jumping or flailing their arms. Mike closed the door, seeing the same thing he saw yesterday. "Is it me or is are there more customers?" He asked himself, scratching his chin.

"Mike, are you ready for more?" The demonic voice cackled. Mike's mood dropped, he groaned and went into his office. He slammed the door, "The fuck you want?" Mike asked the Marionette. The voice chuckled, "I want you to visit the old pizzeria." Mike sighed, exiting the pizzeria. He wanted it to end. He wanted the Marionette to burn to a crisp.

Whenever Mike entered his vehicle, he tried to be careful. He didn't want the pizzeria to close down because of one demonic puppet. "Good, now you're going to need this." Mike turned on the engine, he saw the equipment in the back. Gasoline cans and a lighter. He sighed, driving off. "So, Mike, how was last night?" Mike didn't answer, he felt something cold touch his head, he looked behind him. Marionette was there, and in his visible form. His whole body was burnt, half of his body was black. "I asked you a fucking question," He said with a grim tone, "how was last night?" Mike groaned, pressing harder on the acceleration pedal. "Shut up." He muttered.

He parked in the former night-guard spot, tears grew in Mike's eyes. Seeing the pizzeria he worked at brought back memories, and nightmares. "Now, when you get in, go in the old show stage. Then, burn the animatronics." Mike did as he was told, he entered the abandoned pizzeria, seeing spider-webs and hanging wires. He saw the monitor lying over the floor, the chair he sat in having scratch marks. Foxy, he thought. Mike continued on, seeing the passageway for the new and old. He opened the door for the Old Show Stage, seeing rusty animatronics lying over the floor. He saw Toy Bonnie's corpse still there, her face bashed in.

Mike knelt down next to Toy Bonnie, "I'm sorry, Bonnie. I couldn't save them, but they are repaired. I promise on my life, I'll protect them." He held the can in his hand. Burn the old animatronics, he thought. Mike dumped gasoline on the gang, Freddy's hand seemed to be torn off. He had no eyeballs. That's fucking scary, he thought. As Mike finished dumping Old Chica in gasoline, he dropped the can and pulled out the lighter. "Ah, revenge had never tasted so sweet." Mike had led the gasoline in the middle, so when he threw the lighter, it'll travel towards all of the old animatronics. He flung the lighter at the floor, flames erupted. He smiled warmly, seeing Freddy burn. All of them.

He exited the Show Stage, and went to his car. "So, how hard was that?" He heard the Marionette's voice. "It was good, now fuck off."

1:45 PM- FFP

Mike entered the new pizzeria, seeing the children have fun. It made him feel good about himself. He entered the kitchen, seeing Chica there. "Making pizza again?" He asked her, she nodded. Mike decided to give it a try, he went in front of Chica. He saw the dough, he clasped it and lifted it in the air. "Mama-mia! Look at me, I'm MA-" The dough slipped off his fingers, falling onto his hair. "Mario..." Chica giggled, Mike started to laugh as well. He wanted to have some fun, so he went back to the Show Stage. "RAAAAAAH! I'M THE PIZZA MONSTER!" The children laughed, exiting from their chairs, and ran off, yelling out "OH NO!" Mike chuckled under the dough, still going on with the act. "RAAAAAAAAH!" Freida snickered, elbowing Foxy. "Look." Foxy turned around, children were screaming and laughing. Then she saw Mike with pizza dough on his head.

Foxy giggled, "ARGH! Watch out, me mateys! It be the Pizzahead! Avast' ye scalleywag!" she raised her foam sword at Mike. "WHO DARE CHALLENGES THE PIZZAHEAD?!" Mike yelled out, he grabbed a handful of dough and threw it at Foxy, hitting her face. "FOOD FIGHT!" One kid yelled out, Mike ducked for cover. "This be the end, Capt'n Foxy!" Mike grabbed more dough, throwing it at Foxy. She evaded it, jumping on one of the tables, heading towards Mike. "Oh no." Mike immediately stood up, running away. "C'MERE, YE BILGERAT!" Foxy yelled out. She jumped one last time, ready to pounce on Mike. "OH SH-" CRASH!

Mike groaned, his back ached. "AWESOME!" He heard one of the kids yell out, Mike looked to see where he was. Foxy was on the ground, lying next to him. He realized his hand was where her breast should be, he got up, taking his hand off. "Who won?" He asked, patting the kid's back. "I think you did!" He chuckled before thanking the child. Foxy opened her eyes, Mike knelt down next to Foxy. "I won." He helped Foxy up, who cleaned herself.

Mike looked at the time. 1:53, he thought. "Alright, kids! You watch the gang play, or go play some games! I have to clean this place up." He headed for the supply closet. "No, no, Mr. Superman no here." He mumbled, he opened the door. Springtrap was there, her eyes still black as night. "Fuck, I forgot..." He muttered, he picked Springtrap up and made sure no one was looking. He ran to his room, placing Springtrap on his bed. "Wait here..." He went back downstairs, and grabbed the broom.

3:30 PM- FFP

Mike grunted, his arm was in severe pain. It did not mix well with his aching back as well. He put the broom up, heading for his room. He opened the door and saw Springtrap's corpse still there. "You were active during the opening, I guess the wounds got to you." He pulled out his box full of tools from under his bed. It was in case any of the animatronics were severely damaged, or dismantled. Mike flipped Springtrap over, and opened her panel. The wires were tangled, the endoskeleton was dented. "I can fix this..." He ripped off Springtrap's cloth and took out the endoskeleton. He let it go, it collapsed on the floor with a large thud. "I can take you to the repair-man..." He mumbled, he laid the cloth on the bed. He took out his phone and took a picture, sending it to his repair-man, David. He decided to add some text with it as well, "Make sure to give her a new endoskeleton. I've sent you a picture of her body layout. Also, make her out of the material the animatronics are made out of. Plastic, right?" Mike said out loud while he typed.

Mike waited for David to respond. He heard his phone go off, he answered it. "Hello?" Mike was sure it must have been David, "Hey, Mike, my man! It's your boy, David! Anyway, I got the girl's endoskeleton up and ready. They're already adding her body right now. It should be about an hour. Now, the endoskeleton has a memory chip, we won't be adding that. It's in the back of their head, it's a little slot. You'll see it." David then hung up, Mike grinned. He hid Springtrap's endoskeleton and her cloth as well. "Finally, my gal will be back." Mike said as he covered himself with the sheets.

10:30- FFP

Mike shot up, his head was tilted. I think the model is here, he thought. He got off his bed and went downstairs. He saw the 6 foot animatronic. Her curvy body, her hips were perfect. "Springtrap..." Mike mumbled, her faint whiff of ocean surge had made Mike moan in delight. He flipped her panel open and turned her on. "Well, I guess I'll have to add you to the band..." He said, flipping the switch. Mike got off, closing the panel. He backed away as he saw Springtrap's eyes open. Her ears perked. "Ugh, I felt like a took an arrow to the knee..." She muttered, Mike jumped up in the air. "MIKE!" Springtrap called out, advancing her way towards her.

Her arms felt soft, but yet still felt like plastic. Mike could feel his face heat up, Springtrap had placed his face in her breasts. She then let him go, Mike chuckled. "So, welcome to the pizzeria. The one that I made!" Mike gestured his hands in a 'WELCOME!' manner. Springtrap gave the pizzeria a quick scan. "It's an 11/10 for me!" She said, giving Mike a thumbs up.

As Mike and Springtrap went upstairs, he heard the annoying cackle again. "Spring, go upstairs. I'll meet you there." Mike returned back to the first floor, entering his office. "Not now, fuckface, I'm in a moment." Marionette appeared, sitting in the chair in front of him. "No, no. I mean no harm, Mr. Michael." Mike sat in his chair, his fists were clenched. "What do you WANT?!" Mike raised his voice, slamming his fist on the desk. Marionette twiddled his thumbs, "I need you to do me a favor. You see, when you burned the animatronics, you made my plan advance." Mike stared at the puppet in fear. "Now, you must be obviously scared. But, the phantoms are rising." Mike backed away, "Ph-phantoms...?" He remembered the Chica he saw when he was robbed. Her body was burnt and scarred. "I'll see you tomorrow." The Puppet disappeared. Mike exited his office, going upstairs. He saw Springtrap lying in his bed, sleeping. Already knocked out, he thought, chuckling. He entered the restroom, a note which seem to be written in blood was taped to the wall. Mike pulled it off, reading it. "What happens when a Raptor loses blood? Find out tomorrow." Mike's eyes widened. "No, Mark..." He felt something cover his hands. He immediately became sleepy, as if it was a life-or-death situation. "Sleep..." The demonic voice commanded, Mike closed his eyes.