A/N: What's up people! And wow, a lot of you like this story XD These chapters are a little shorter and as such, a little easier to get out. I just want to point out real quick that Mike's parents are neglectful, NOT ABUSIVE! Okay? I've read to many fanfics with the cliche abusive parents and it's getting pretty ridiculous. I feel like that card has been played too much. Mike's parents are neglectful though, if you don't understand the difference, you will later on.

Now that my quick rant is done... A quick apologies in advance, but I did not research for this chapter. I try to keep a lot of things as accurate as I can, but I really didn't feel like looking up the whole hospital discharge deal. And sorry for those pesky misspelled words. They're my worse enemy right under writer's block.

Enjoy!

Freddy peered between the boards anxiously.

For the past week they had been closed. No kids, no night guards, no nothing. And while Freddy was grateful for the lack of grubby handed kids he was going to go crazy. There wasn't a moment for him to test his new-found freedom. Even at night when they were all supposed to be in their free roam mode there were either police, or the investigator in the building.

It had come to the point where they had been hastily shoved in a back room by Tim and another employee. They could move about in here, but Freddy wanted to see what the building was like during the day.

But that didn't explained why he was in this box.

The people who had hijacked him came in while the investigator was away for lunch. Dressed in black, Freddy could instantly tell it was Julie and John from the way they quietly bickered to each other. With quick movements John had maneuvered him into a wooden box perched on a dolly and nailed it shut.

Freddy tried to see what was going on through the cracks in the wood, but it was just a sliver of a crack so he was only able to make out a few things. A black hallway, a door, blinding sunlight.

Confused he tried to get comfortable in the cramped box. There was hardly enough room for him to stand up in it. He wondered where they were taking him. Employees had done this to the toy animatronics long ago, wheeling them out one by one in wooden boxes to never be seen again. Could they be doing the same thing to him?

The box suddenly pitched forward and he fell face-first against the wood. He could feel the box scraping against something and heard… a car door shut behind him?

He started pressing his back against the wood wondering if they were getting rid of him like they had the toy animatronics. He didn't like it. Ever since he had saved Mike everything was changing and change was bad. An engine roared to life below him and he listened to John and Julie as they started talking from ahead of him.

"Man, we're going to get into so much trouble for this."

"Oh shut it. This… cap… huh, is ruining my hair. And doing this is better than letting him get carted away for the forensic team to study."

"I still don't understand why you care about what they do to him. Why do you care? These things have killed dozens of night guards. I say we let them have 'em. It'd make me feel better knowing they're getting torn apart, rather than standing in that empty building doing who knows what back there."

"But this is different and you know it. In the history of working here, I've never heard of an animatronic saving someone. If this is a turnaround for them, then I'm willing to break a few rules… er, laws."

"A turnaround? More like a trick. Just you watch Freddy will kill him quicker than you can say 'oops'."

The wood groaned above Freddy as he pushed back harder, trying to get free. The car made a turn and Freddy pushed again, ignoring the wood biting into his fur.

"Hey knock it off!" He heard John shout, and an instant later he heard someone hit the top of the box. "We're saving your furry ass… Julie if he get out and kills me, I swear I'm making sure you go to hell Julie."

Freddy considered it for a moment then pressed against the wood again. He wanted out, so he was going to get out. There was no coding telling him he couldn't.

John swore. "How long is this going to take? I don't know how much longer that box is going to last."

"Relax, the hospital is just up ahead."

Hospital? Freddy slowed down on his escape project. Why were they going to a hospital?

"And how do you know the kid's getting out today? Don't they keep that kind of stuff confidential?"

"I don't think so and besides my sister works there. She's the type of person to gossip about anything and everything. All I had to was listen to her and eventually I learned everything I needed to know."

Freddy heard John grumble something incoherent and Julie sighed. "Mike will take him whether he wants to or not."

Mike? His night guard?

Freddy stopped altogether. They were going to find Mike?

A nervous glee started to fill him and he relaxed. If they were going to find Mike then he could wait, but why didn't they just take the night guard back to the pizzeria? It would have been easier.

They soon came to a stop and Freddy tried to look through the crack, but all he could see was black leather. He waited a few minutes, but nothing happened. Impatiently he rocked the box side to side trying to see something.

Apparently he wasn't the only impatient one as John spoke up. "I thought you said he was getting out at three?"

"He is… Just relax. You heard what happened to him, the poor boy."

"Better than being dead…"

"If you would stop being so negative you would see that he's right there."

Mike let out a worried sighed as he was pushed out of the hospital still dressed in his hospital gown. The sun and fresh air felt amazing after being cooped up for so long. It felt like he should stand up and stretch, something he obviously couldn't do anymore. The wheelchair felt weird and Mike shifted his body around with his arms.

In his lap he had a small bag. Most of it personal belongings that the hospital had taken off of him when they first brought him in. It was mainly his smart phone and his wallet. There was however a small plastic bag with a something wrapped up inside and some prescription medication with directions.

He let out another worried breath. It wasn't his apparel that had him worried though. It was the text he had gotten from Gabe just twenty minutes ago.

Yo teach Miss B finally pulled rank. I can't give you a ride home. Have Terra do it.

He had tried to call Terra four times already, but either she was dead, or her phone was dead because she wasn't answering. He loved his friends, but sometimes he just wanted to kill them.

The nurse pushing him came to a stop on the sidewalk right outside the door. "Alright so where's your ride sweetie?"

"Um…" Mike said stalling for time. He scanned all the cars in the parking lot, praying that he would recognize someone that could take him home. Anyone would work! He didn't think that the nurse would just let him 'wheel' himself away and he did not want to stay in this hospital any longer.

"If you don't have I ride, you're just going to have to wait back in your room," the nurse said.

"No, no, I have a ride…" Mike said, glancing furtively around the parking lot.

A door opened on an old red Yukon and a woman stepped out, quickly walking towards them. "Mikey! How are you honey?"

Mike blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Wasn't that… Julie? He remembered seeing her once or twice as he hurriedly left the pizzeria. She had always seemed nice, crazy, but nice.

"Hey Julie," He said hesitantly.

"That's Aunt Julie to you," She admonished with a smile. Ignoring Mike's blank looks she turned her attention to the nurse. "I'm sorry, were we supposed to pull our car to the curb? We got such a short notice about picking him up. Thank goodness I didn't have work today."

"Not a problem," The nurse replied, equally ignorant of Mike's now alarmed expression. "And yes, if you could bring your car around that would be wonderful."

More than a little nervous Mike watched as Julie hurried off. He realized that he had said he'd take anyone, but he was starting to rethink he priorities. Waiting in the hospital for another ride didn't sound too bad all of a sudden.

He glanced back at the nurse, quickly thinking of a way to get rid of her for a second. "Hey nurse Darby? I think I accidentally dropped my phone in the lobby."

"I'll be right back then," The nurse replied, hurrying through the automatic doors.

Mike sighed and watched as the Yukon swung around to pull up besides the sidewalk. There was a man in the passenger seat, and Mike recognized him as another coworker. The man rolled down his window, scowling. "Get in kid."

"John, he needs help!" Julie said smacking him in the arm as she parked the car and hopped out to help Mike.

Mike held up his hands. "Wait, wait, wait… First off – are you guys trying to kidnap me?"

Julie shook her head no instantly. She opened her mouth to say something and John chuckled. "No, we already did that to someone." The blond woman shot him a glare When Mike backed up his wheelchair slightly. With a sigh she turned to Mike.

"No we're not going to kidnap you. The pizzeria isn't a totally evil place. We let the night guards live if they make it, just ask your brother. I know that you might not believe us, but we're not going to kidnap you. If you let us, we'll just take you home."

Mike eyed them suspiciously. He did want a ride home, but what if this was all a ploy so they could take him out to some desert to kill and bury him? Shut up a witness. He thought about it as the Nurse came back frowning. "Mike I didn't see you phone anywhere."

"Oh I found it," Mike said sheepishly holding up his phone like he had just found it. He decided if Julie did try and take him anywhere he didn't want to go he could just call the police. "It was under my leg I just couldn't… feel it."

She nodded at that explanation and helped wheel Mike over to the car door. It wasn't as hard as Mike thought it would be to get him in the car. There was already a seat missing from the back and the curb was high enough that they could fit the wheelchair in. The nurse helped secure him the best she could before she waved at them and headed back into the hospital.

Mike glanced around the car. There was a giant ass box behind him, nearly taking up all the space, but there wasn't any shovel or hidden pistol that Julie could use for his desert scenario.

Julie jumped back into the driver's seat and started to pull out of the parking lot. "Where do you live Mike?"

"234 Annie Glade… up by the junkyard." Mike rambled off.

Julie nodded as she joined traffic. For a little while it was quiet and Mike spun his phone between his fingers, nervous. He eventually relaxed though. They probably felt bad for him, and if they were lying to him and they did killed all the night guards Jeremy would be dead.

The box suddenly groaned behind him and he glanced over his shoulder at it.

"Is there something in there?" He asked after the wood groaned again. It almost looked like something was trying to push out.

John chuckled up front as they came to a stop at a red light. Julie looked through the rear view mirror at him with a sympathetic smile. "Mike, we are going to drop you off at home, but we actually need you to do something."

"What?" Mike asked. He waited for patiently for an answer while Julie seemed to gather her thoughts.

"Mike… do you realize that you're the first night guard to survive after leaving the office? We've had guards make it through five nights or seven then leave, and we've seen guards die… But there hasn't been a guard that's left the office and live."

Mike nodded slowly. "Okay."

Julie turned down a familiar street as they got closer to his house. "That means we've never had anyone taken to the hospital. They've either died, or just left. John didn't even want to call for an ambulance for you because it would cause problems."

"Why wouldn't you want to call for help?" Mike blurted out.

John groaned. "Oh come on kid it's pretty obvious. You call 9-1-1 and you get an ambulance and the police. And what are we supposed to explain to the police?"

"What John is trying to say," Julie firmly said taking control of the conversation. "Is that the pizzeria has never had the police involved."

Mike didn't say anything as they turned on the street his house was on. He had never thought about it, but it made sense. He had never really heard anything about the pizzeria before. He had just seen it a few times while in town. There had never been anything about it in the news or newspaper unless you counted the help wanted ad.

They came to a stop in front of his house. It was a two story house with light blue walls and an unkempt front lawn. Behind it you could see the junkyard fence with its towers of rusting cars.

He heard John mutter something that sounded a lot like 'cozy', but chose to ignore it. "I get that this hasn't happened before, and I understand how getting the police involved would be bad, but…"

"Look, you don't need to know everything, all we need you to do is a favor for us. Can you handle that?" John cut him off.

"We need you to take that box," Julie said.

Mike glanced back at the box unsure. In response the top of the box suddenly bowed upwards and the wood groaned, making Mike jump. He nervously laughed. "And what exactly is in there?"

"Oh nothing, just Freddy," Julie said nonchalantly like it was an everyday thing.

"Oh…" Mike said, his brain not comprehending what Julie had just said.

Julie watched him nervously as he looked at the box blankly for a moment. It took a second, but when it sunk in he felt a cold shudder work its way up his back. His fight-or-flight kicked in like a bolt of lightning and he pushed his wheelchair away from the box. "No… no, no way no how! I don't want to ever be near one of those things again much less have one in my house!"

His chest started to throb in pain as he sat there taking in shaky breaths. They expected him to take one of those things!? If he could have he would have just left right there, bolted from the car and ran into the house and locked the door.

But he couldn't.

He realized they had him just where they wanted him. He couldn't even get of this car without some help. It had been a ploy the whole time. Taking a shuddering breath he ran a shaky hand along his leg as if he could coax feeling back into it. "So this favor is that you need me to take… Freddy?"

"Yes," John replied.

"Why do you need me to take that thing?" He asked, almost pleadingly.

John shrugged and Julie gave a small sigh. "Well, for starters it will keep him from being torn apart. The pizzeria is under investigation and the forensic team has him on their list, which means he will most likely be torn apart in the near future. Plus, I don't know if you remember or not but he saved your life. I would think that's enough reason for you to save him."

Oh Mike remembered all too clearly staring up at Freddy being unable to run. He still wasn't too sure if Freddy had been really trying to save him though. It just seemed so farfetched that one of the animatronics would save him after trying to kill him for a week.

"Okay," He found himself saying. "I'll take him."

Julie smiled in victory and John shook his head in disbelief. "Guess you were right again Julie."

Mike ignored them as he turned to stare at the box. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He had willing allowed them to put an animatronic in his house. What if Freddy tried to kill him? He didn't have any metal-freaking-doors to keep him away. There were no cameras in his house.

He was going to be completely at the mercy of Freddy.

With a deep breath Mike prayed that Freddy had been trying to save him, or else he was going to be in big trouble.