A/N: Surprise! A little insperation hit me, and this happened. Another chapter.
At first I was just going to leave this as a one-shot, but so many of you wanted more that I just couldn't turn you down. how can I say no to all you, you lovely little masochists. :3 Admit it, you just enjoy seeing Mike in pain don't you? There might be more and might not. I rather enjoyed writing this chapter.
And on a side note: OMG FNAF 4! I HAVE NO WORDS...
Even though Freddy wore a constant smile, he would have frowned if he could have. The human's eyes were growing unfocused as he continued to bleed out. He had blocked the hole, but it didn't seem to be helping. He scanned the human searching for more injuries, but it seemed the only injury he had was the one that he couldn't stop.
Freddy watched as the night guard's hand twitched, as if he were trying to move it. And for the first time in a long time, he felt angry.
The night guards were for them to kill! How dare that man come in here and try to do their job!
He glanced over at the corpse of the man, feeling grim satisfaction at what they had done to him. It wasn't their usual way. Actually, it was the first time they had literally ripped someone apart, but he had no qualms about it. The man deserved it for robbing them of their pleasure.
The night guard below him twitched again and he refocused on him, choosing to study the human now that he was finally up close. He was younger than most of the night guards that had come through here, looking like he was still in high school. Freddy found his other hand involuntarily moving to comb through light hazel hair, trying to remove the dried blood in it. He genuinely felt sorry for the human, it looked like he was in so much pain.
He also felt sorry for himself, he had been looking forward to the challenge. It wasn't too often that the night guards had made it five nights. He had even decided to stay for the extra two nights!
He was good. There hadn't been a single night where he had dropped his power below five percent. Which made the proposition of being the one to finally catch him all that more appealing.
And then that man had come in and ruined everything!
A mechanical growl seemed emanate from his chest and he had to remind himself he had to stay still. It was almost six… he just had stay where he was until the morning shift came in. He smile became more of a smirk. They were going to have a little mess to clean up when they came in.
But he was disappointed that he wasn't the one to catch human. He had to wonder if he had bought the lie they were all told when they started working here about the endoskeletons. Well… half lie.
They were telling the truth about what would happen if they got caught, and about their free roam mode. Everything else, was a little vague. They had only killed two people by brute force, and the man tonight was one of them.
Just thinking about the man had Freddy's unoccupied hand curl into a fist. He was dead, but Freddy wished he could have done more. Because when someone became the night guard, they belonged to them.
And no one but them was allowed to hurt his night guards.
The hour passed almost too quickly for Freddy as he watched the downed night guard almost affectionately, but like all good things it ended too soon. In an instant, the light came on and that annoying clock chime echoed through the building. He knew it was only a matter of time before the morning shift came in and he wasn't disappointed. A moment later, a man and a woman appeared at the dining room entrance.
The look of shock on their face was priceless.
Their gaze was – by default – immediately drawn towards the bloody mess that had been the man that attacked Mike. The woman looked disturbed while the man looked downright sick.
"Is that the night guard?" The man finally asked.
"I think we're going to need some bleach," The woman said faintly. "A lot of it."
The man nodded and his gaze landed on Freddy sitting in the middle of the room. Scowling he pointed towards the backstage. "'Git backstage you mechanical freak of nature!"
Knowing his movement was limited because he no longer had free roam, Freddy swiveled his head to look at the man, then down at Mike, who they had yet to notice.
"John…" The woman murmured, looking worriedly at Freddy. Her golden hair bounced almost comically with her movements. "Be careful, I-I've never seen him act like this."
"Yeah? Well, if he tries anything I'll pop his block so fast, his friends will feel it!" John stated. He marched right up until he was a few feet away from the animatronic. His expression was a mix of loathing, fear, and nervousness. "What's wrong with you?! It's bad enough that you kill the night guards, but was all that," He gestured towards the mess to the side. "Really necessary? You had better move your furry ass before I throw you into a compactor!"
After a moment of silence The woman gasped. "Oh God… John, just get away from him." She was looking at where Freddy's finger was lodged into Mike's chest in horror. The man followed her gaze and he paled.
"Now why did you have to do that?" He said to no one in particular.
Freddy was starting to grow tired of their antiques. Mike was still alive, but if they kept this up, he would die before they even realize. He puzzled over how to make them notice Mike was still alive and got an idea. It would hurt the night guard… a lot, but it seemed like the only thing he could do.
It was harder than he thought it would be to fight against commands that were coded into him. Codes that were telling him to stand up and go backstage. Codes that were telling him to listen, to sing, to grin. It had been so long, that it was a habit to listen to them.
Snarling in his head, he pushed past the commands and leaned forward, digging his finger further into the bullet wound.
Blood began seeping out from around his finger and a gurgled groan of pain came from Mike, causing the man to fall over backwards in shock. "How… is-is he still alive?"
The woman rushed past John and kneeled next Freddy inspecting the downed night guard. Her fingers lightly dancing around the one Freddy had plunged into Mike. With a rip, part of her sleeve came off and was pressed around Freddy's finger, helping stop the bleeding. "John call an ambulance!"
"So what? We can show them this manslaughter?! Julie we can't do anything!"
"We can't just let him die! Look who fucking saved him!" Julie said. She turned to look back at the John. "He's never acted like this! Do you want him knowing you're the reason this kid died?"
As if to emphasis her words, Freddy turned his head in John's direction, staring at him.
"Fine…" John said. He pulled out his phone to make the call.
Below Julie and Freddy, Mike began to weakly cough. Freddy grew worried when the cough faded off into a series of gurgles. With a mechanical whine, he forced his free hand to move up and wipe away the thin trail of blood leading from the boy's mouth.
Julie watched this with wide eyes. "Oh God, this is so not happening."
"They're sending an ambulance," John said.
Julie head whipped back to look at John so fast that her hair nearly smacked Freddy in the face. "Did you see what he just did?"
"What?!"
"He just wiped…!"
Freddy tuned them out as he continued to watch the night guard. His night guard.
The wording felt foreign to him, but right. Mike was his night guard, and only he would be allowed to kill him.
He briefly wondered if letting Mike bleed out was considered killing him, but quickly dissed the idea. It had been that man who had made Mike start to bleed, not him.
When the ambulance came, the emergency personal didn't know exactly how to take what they were seeing and it took several hasty – and pathetic – excuses from John and Julie to get them over to Mike's side. There was quiet muttering amongst them as the swarmed around Mike so much that Freddy lost sight of the night guard.
"Impossible…"
"Bleed out…"
"Jaws of Life…"
They said to one another.
Freddy grew confused when they pulled an enormous machine into the room. It almost looked like a giant claw. How was that going to help Mike? He watched as they positioned it right next to the wound and his finger.
And then they cut off his finger.
A screech bubbled out of his throat has he jerked his hand away, making everyone in the room jump. Pain was not something he felt often, and he stood up as fast as his mechanical legs would let him, cradling his hand to his chest protectively as it sparked.
Several emotions fought for dominance in his mind as he took in all the slack-jawed humans staring at him. Jealousy at not being the one holding down on Mike's wound. Anger that they dared to cut off his finger. Bewilderment at why they would do such a thing. And fear.
In the end, fear won. He had never felt so exposed. The commands that always told him what to do were gone. After he had pushed past them to get Julie and John to notice Mike, they had disappeared. He had never had to deal with something like this and it scared him.
He quickly turned and walked towards the backstage. At least he knew it was safe there with no prying eyes.
Freddy hummed to himself idly as he watched the humans mill about.
It had been two days since the first responders had taken Mike away, and Freddy was growing tired of not knowing what was going on. The pizzeria had been shut down – hence the lack of small ones climbing all over him – but other than that, he knew almost nothing and it was frustrating him.
The fact that he was frustrated was frustrating him. Before, he had never gotten frustrated, he had never felt sorry, and he had never been scared or worried.
But then he had shown up.
He never knew exactly what made Mike different was different. There was just something about him, a… presence, a familiarity that seemed to have flipped a switch inside of him. Now he was feeling emotions he didn't even know he could feel. It was rather alarming.
Pretending he was frozen in place he watched as men in a uniform not too unlike the night guard's stood near the dining room entrance. It was still strange not to be actually stuck in place, unable to move. He could have walked around if he wanted to, just like they had before Foxy's accident. The other animatronics were standing nearby and he knew that they were watching what was happening with interest.
There were other humans as well. He recognized the owner instantly. Mr. Owen. There was a police officer dressed just slightly different from the others, and a woman taking samples from the floor.
Every now and then, they one of the humans would glance over at them apprehensively. Freddy's grin seemed to grow every time.
He had seen the police officer that was talking to the owner before. They were siblings after all, the officer and Mr. Owen. Usually their talks here were lighthearted, and joking.
Something was different this time though.
He watched as they argued quietly, making sharp gestures towards the woman taking samples from the floor. Eventually they moved away, towards the stage and he was able to hear their conversation.
"-Maybe another system failure could do it this time? If anything it will make things easier to clean up."
"Damn it Tim, I can't do that! They're already suspecting me of foul play. You think I was assigned a partner because I asked for one? If I try to wipe the system, they'll catch me. They've installed new software, changed passcodes; they've even started recording my keystrokes."
The owner frowned eying the woman nervously. "There's got to be something you can do?"
"Timothy," The officer said. He placed both hands on the owner's shoulders. "It's over."
"It can't be," Tim interjected. He looked nearly panicked. "We have no idea what happens if we get shut down. We have no idea what happens to them!" Tim jerked his head back towards where he was standing and he felt his grin widen. If only he knew…
"The last time we got shut down mom and dad…" Tim fell silent as the woman walked over.
She nodded respectfully towards the two men, but there was a cynical vibe radiating from her that instantly negated the action. "I've got just about everything I need. I just have a few questions for Mr. Owen here.
"What?" Tim said, still clearly agitated from his conversation with his brother. In response, his brother shot him a warning glance.
"First off, I've noticed a few security cameras. Do you know how soon we can get ahold of the footage?"
"Unfortunately they don't record during graveyard shift," Tim said, nearly through clenched teeth. He looked livid.
"Really?" The she replied acting mockingly shocked.
"It's a flaw with some of the older complexes," The officer explained. "There are fluctuations with the electrical flow. It makes half of these businesses use generators at night."
"I see…" The she said. She quickly pulled out her phone and typed something into it. "But they do work correct?"
"Yes," Tim said.
"Do you know the people that first saw the scene?"
"Yes, Julie and John," Tim replied. He seemed to have collected himself and appeared calmer. "I gave them an extended, paid break. The sight gave them quite the shock, understandably."
The woman just nodded jotted something down. "Is there a way I can get ahold of them? The sooner the better."
"I have their phone numbers," Tim said. "They're in the office. This way."
Together the three of them left, leaving Freddy behind to mull over the information. Making sure that none of the humans were looking he glanced at the other animatronics, wishing not for the first time that they could speak.
He saw Bonnie look at him briefly and dipped his head. They just needed to wait, everything would work itself out and they would get their night guard.
They always did.
A/N: Oh boy, a different POV. You had better be speechless. Anyways, fav and follow if you want. Input is always good, but not necessary. Peace out!