It was a little after an hour that the pizzeria closed and the men who came in to do patch work on the animatronics were there, however that was not the only thing they did. The workers made fun of the robotic constructs and pushed them around, forcing them to clean the restaurant under their snickers and careless jeers. They deserted the pizzeria around eleven, leaving the animatronics tired and back in their places. They had relentlessly worked Foxy harder than the others since he was almost out of commission anyways. It would be easier to say that they couldn't fix him, and neither of them wanted to anyways.

Mike reached the restaurant and parked a little ways off from it, taking the first aid kit which he had placed inside of a suitcase along with several rolls of bandages and folded clothing with him inside. He entered the diner and saw that the animatronics were still in place on the stage and he swallowed nervously, heading past them quietly towards the security guard's office and quickly laid out some maps on the cleared desk before checking the time.

11:55.

Huh. Looks like the new night guard wasn't very punctual. He took advantage of this to close both doors and habitually checked the cameras and hallway lights as he was used to doing nervously, but with renewed vigor. He knew the animatronics would be furious with him for leaving suddenly the night before but he was hoping this would appease them. He actually smiled a bit as he watched as time ticked down.

11:57, 11:58...

Mike held the pad tightly and kept his eyes trained on the camera feed of the Stage and Pirate's Cove.

11:59, 12:00.

It was time.

Freddy and Bonnie took little to no time in making their way off of the stage and immediately headed off to the night guard's room. They didn't know he got fired and were honestly confused as to why he had a suitcase with him. They walked to the room and stood outside the doors, Freddy being the first to speak. "Let us in, Mike. And we might go easy on you." Chica gave the brown bear animatronic a disapproving look, wanting for them to exact their revenge on him immediately. Foxy knew that the night watchman was back, but didn't want to take any part in harming the man. He still didn't know why, but he only knew he just didn't. So he simply sat in Pirate's Cove, ignoring everyone else as they had made their way to the office.

"O-Okay, but can you promise me one thing first?" The brunette swallowed nervously, standing ready by the desk. "It depends on what you're wanting." Freddy growled out as Bonnie kept hitting the door, demanding to be let in. "I-I have something I need to show you, and I need help with something important." The night watchman gulped, dragging the chair underneath the generator. Freddy laughed a bit evilly, throwing his head back. "What makes you think we'll help you after you /left/ us! And probably told the manager this morning. Yes. We did see that."

"What are you talking about- oh! Well, I had a panic attack last night since the robots who have been trying to kill me nearly did, then they started talking and said stuff about being slaves to a manufacturing company, so yeah, I flipped the fuck out." Mike rubbed the back of his head. "I spoke to my bo- former boss about the Bite of '87 since I did some research after I got home. Anyways, the new guy will be coming soon, but I want to help you guys out since I see you're not that... Murderous, I guess." Chica's eyes flickered and she gave Freddy and Bonnie a confused look. Foxy sighed and eventually began making his way out of Pirate's Cove, moving slowly.

"Former boss...? Did you quit or get fired and why would you ask him about that night? The watchman got what he deserved and Foxy got wrongfully blamed. So many people don't understand what really happened. And... I guess I understand why you freaked out and left." Freddy sighed. Bonnie shrugged and listened to their exchange, instinctively standing close to Chica. Foxy was now in the hallway near the other animatronics but still a good distance away. He didn't want to get too close at the moment.

"Like I said, every article I read left out details concerning the Bite. Nothing I found last night matched up with what the company had said, and I figured it would be good if I just asked." He glanced at the empty spot where the cupcake once stood, having shoved it inside one of the drawers in the desk. "The manager told me what happened and then handed me my termination notice after I kept asking for more information, however everything was set up this morning." Mike took a deep breath before continuing. "I found a camera disguised as a cupcake sitting on top of his file cabinet which showed a clear view of this office, meaning that someone was watching each night guard's movements. I hid the cupcake that was here on this desk after turning it off so that the person or people on the other side wouldn't see or hear anything we said or did now." Chica looked at Bonnie and back at the door now in wonder. Freddy wore a look of repulsion.

"They were watching...? Why would they watch the night guards? I don't understand… Why would they sit there and watch us do that to them knowing it was going to happen? These people are disgusting and ruthless. Do you understand why we want them dead and gone so badly now?"

Bonnie shook his head, sighing. "This whole thing is just so... Messed up. I honestly don't even know how to respond to it. What's the right way to respond to something like this?" Foxy was leaning against the wall, not really socializing with the others but listening. "I don't understand how people can be so cruel and say that /we/ are the monsters." Chica sighed.

"I don't know." Mike stood up on the chair which wobbled a bit and reached up to the generator, not quite able to reach it. "I don't know, I'm still trying to understand how I ended up being hired by that psycho- aahhh!" The former night watchman nearly fell but caught his balance before he could. "Darn it, this stupid chair! Um, so can I let you guys in now without you killing me, or should I continue to risk my life anyways trying to reach. This. Fucking. Tag! Argh!" Mike growled in frustration as he continued to try and get a hold of the tag which was attached to the generator. Freddy looked at each of the animatronics, trying to see what they thought. He decided that he wouldn't kill him and hopefully he was truly going to help them. "Let us in. We won't harm you, I promise." Bonnie nodded towards Freddy and grinned before he turned to Chica, smiling. "Hopefully everything goes alright..." Foxy looked down and stood up, walking over to the others and stood behind them as Chica smiled back and took the purple rabbit animatronic's hand in her own.

"Okay, good- wait, no almost got it!" The brunette cried out as the chair moved out from under him and he fell to the floor with a crash. Fortunately, he had managed to yank the tag off and he stood up, looking it over with a grin. "Yes!" Mike set it down on the map and made his way over to the door, hesitating to press the button. "Y-You really won't kill me?" The former night watchman stared at the metal door, seeing the same fear return to pale his complexion. "Yes. We really won't kill you. Unless you try to pull a fast one on us, then we won't even hesitate." Freddy grinned and stepped a bit away from the door, telling the others to take a step back as well. He didn't want to be too close to the door when it opened and risk scaring the brunette and cause him to take off again.

Where's the bear?! Is he in the Supply Closet? The brunette anxiously looked through the camera feed of the stage. The dimly lit room which was illuminated by a single light bulb offered little to no protection from the wrath of the murderous robotic beings which haunted him during each shift. This was his third night and he had spent too much time keeping an eye on Pirate's Cove and the East Hall Corner and had forgotten to check the Stage.

No no no no no no no-

The bear… Must find the bear! Mike quickly looked through the camera feed of the Diner andwas confronted with a horrific faceful of artificial yellow face complete with an orange beak and two sets of teeth. The night watchman reeled back, nearly falling from his chair as he dropped the pad on the desk and checked his power.

67%

He was still good. The brunette sighed as he leaned back, closing his eyes for a brief moment before a faint, taunting laugh broke the seemingly calm silence. Last night was a close one, Mike recalled as he sat upright and picked up the pad again, shivering. He was able to locate where the chicken was- in the Diner- and the rabbit was in the Supply Closet. How fortunate. He was still disturbed though since he wasn't able to find the bear but he remembered that the last time he /had/ seen the leader of the animatronic band was…

The brunette looked over the camera feed of the East Hall and found his living nightmare peering into the camera. Mike swallowed nervously and broke eye contact. Was it… Sentient? Were they all sentient? He looked back to see that the brown bear robotic construct was still there and hasn't moved the slightest bit. It was like looking into the large glassy eyes of the Sumerian votive statues. Unfeeling, cold and empty. The sight was beginning to extremely unnerve the night watchman, more so than seeing the chicken had before.

How much longer did he have to go?!

Mike took a deep breath and pressed the button with a shaky hand, retracting the door and immediately took a step back. Seeing the animatronics in the darkness brought back memories spent cowering in fear in the sickly lit office, with only two doors and hallway lights as well as the camera pad for protection. The former night watchman felt a wave of nausea and light headedness at the sight of their lights and he gripped onto the edge of the wooden desk, eyes wide and throat dry as he began shaking in fear.

It was pitch black, and the only sound which emitted throughout the room was the scraping of metal as the left door retracted, leaving the brunette absolutely defenseless. Mike glanced despairingly at the clock, seeing as it was 5:57 AM. Only a few more minutes and his shift would be over…

The familiar tune of Toreador from the Overture of Carmen began to play faintly as a glowing face of flickering lights peered out at him from the left door. Mike held his breath and willed himself to stay as still as it possibly could as Freddy made his featured appearance in his office. The song eventually faded away, leaving its last few haunting chimes to trail along before silence fell upon the room-