By the time Mike woke up it was 4:27 in the afternoon. He sat on his couch and reflected on last night's near fluke. Then he had a somewhat brilliant idea. 'The animatronics are just robots right? Robots can be reprogrammed so, if I can figure out how...' Mike thought while running his fingers through his chocolate brown hair. He looked up to his laptop on the coffee table. "That's it!" Mike exclaimed. He picked up the laptop and typed up the local libraries' website.

When Mike arrived home He plopped down on his couch and opened the book he had brought from the library. The cover read: Animatronics for Idiots. Mike flipped through a few pages until he came across something interesting.

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"Huh, well I guess this is gonna take some application." Mike muttered while scratching his deep 5 o'clock shadow. He read the passage again this time taking note of all the items he may need. He then stood and checked his watch. "5:01pm I've got time." Mike smirked, grabbed his keys, and left his home.

Mike arrived at Freddy's carrying the book and a backpack full of tools strapped to his back. He warily walked through the front door as to not rattle the tools in his pack. It may have been late afternoon but children were still running around the pizza parlor while the Fazbear band sang. Mike could've sworn Bonnie was staring right at him.

The guard disappeared into his booth and hid his pack and book under the decrepit desk. Mike's stomach grumbled as he stood. He clutched his belly and realized he hadn't eaten anything since he had woken up. "I might as well get a snack. I probably have an employee discount of somethin'." He quietly walked out of the room and sat at a table, trying to not invite any attention from the playing children. "Michael?" A female voice said. Mike turned his head and came face to face with a dirty apron that had the Freddy Fazbear's logo stitched onto it. Mike looked up and tilted his head in a puzzled expression. 'I've never seen this woman in my life.' He thought. She seemed to catch on to his confusion and rolled her eyes. "It's alright you don't have to know who I am. I'm just wondering what you are doing here." She asked. Mike's brain had to scramble for an excuse. "I-uh just came to see how the restaurant is during the day is all." The man stuttered. The waitress only shrugged and asked what he wanted to order. "Just a slice of pizza please and a coke." She wrote his order on the notebook clutched in her hand. She nodded then walked off towards the kitchen.

Mike sat watching the band play. The song had a familiar tune like when you heard the ice cream truck coming down the street. The young watchman began spacing out and was startled when a plate of pizza landed in front of him. He thanked the waitress and began to eat. He watched the band then checked his watch. "It's probably time to close." Mike mumbled. Fewer children were present now and the remaining employees still lingering were starting to pack up.

A good half an hour passed until the entire restaurant was deserted. Mike walked out of the stall and towards the row of sinks that lined the wall. He washed his hands then splashed his face. Drying his hands he looked at the reflection on the wall. Tired blue eyes with dark bags looked back. Water dribbled off Mike's fluffy Mohawk and beaded down his tanned hollow cheeks. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this..." He whispered grabbing another paper towel to dry his face off. He felt more awake and a bit more confident as he walked out of the restroom.

The restaurant was quiet and empty. 'Perfect.' The brunette thought. He jogged down the hall and into the security office. After retrieving his bag the man made his way backstage.
Back here the air was musty and speckled with dust. Mike looked around cautiously. The room was filled with empty animatronic heads and a lone endoskeleton sat on the grubby table at the center of the room. The guard shuddered and dared not to stare to long. The thought of all of those unfortunate guards forever trapped inside of those suits. 'No, stop. We have to focus.' Mike walked up the short flight of stairs that led to the stage adjacent to the entrance.

On stage the curtains were drawn and it was completely dark. The air was just as suffocating and stygian as backstage. In the darkness three bulky silhouettes stood stock still in silence. Mike pulled out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and then went to work. He began with Bonnie since it was the closest to him out of the three. The man unzipped the fabric off the bunny's back. A metal plate was screwed shut and each screw looked pretty rusty. Mike shuffled through the black bag and pulled out a screwdriver. He jammed the driver into the first screw and got to work. Almost immediately rust began to fall and littered the floor. "How did you even make it this far?" Mike spoke softly. He checked his watch. '10:11pm, I'd better work fast.' The brunette thought and began to put more effort into his actions.
After taking the plate off, Mike was met with a tangled mess of wiring. He shined the light into the endoskeleton and found what he was looking for: the motherboard. The young man then stuck his hand in and gingerly pulled out the large chip. He reached down and picked up a pair of pliers from his pack. 'If I remember this correctly this wire here goes there.' Plucking the small wire from its bulb, the guard stuck it onto another small bulb atop the motherboard. Michael brought out an electric adhesive and glued the wire into place. He smiled at his handy work and put all of the fixtures back into their original positions.
He repeated this for the rest of the animatronics including Foxy and left no evidence of his work behind. Mike checked his watch. "Just in time." He said smiling. The young guard retreated to his office and waited, anticipation welling in his belly. Finally his watch beeped for midnight. Mike let out a breath, "Alright show time."