We pulled open the hatch looking down at a ladder dropping deep into the darkness. Far below we heard the loud chiming of the phone as Riley called it again. A gut wrenching nausea slammed into my stomach at the thought of climbing down there. I really didn't want to, but then I knew we had to. That voice in my head screamed at me to go down there and it was getting impatient.

"I'll go first." I swung my legs over the opening.

"Wait! What about your leg? What if you fall?"

"Then my leg breaks." I found my footing and dropped down to a lower rung. "Wait till I get down there. I'll tell you when to come down." Hands obtaining a death grip on the first rung I could, I lowered myself down into the murky depths. It was cold. Cold like… scary cold. That horrible static that burns through your skin at a sudden scare that leaves your fingertips freezing. This was like that, but over your entire body.

"Mikey?" Riley's silhouette looked down at me from above.

"I'm here." I reached the bottom sooner than I thought I would. "Oh. I'm down. Come on." I produced my phone from my back pocket and turned on the flashlight. The room I found myself in was dark and quiet. I noticed now that the music had stopped again.

Riley reached the bottom and we started our search.

A small generator huddled in a corner, cold to the touch. Actually there was an axe stuck in it. The thing had been broken. We looked at each other as the reality of exactly how dangerous this was settled in. I'd known that kids had been killed – hell, I witnessed it firsthand – but seeing that axe was a dead reminder that we could be in real danger.

Something banged near us. We jumped, flashing our lights to the ladder. A doorway opened to another area. We stepped over to the opening and looked in.

I froze at the sight of the figure in the corner. It was a man sitting with his face turned to the side avoiding the LED light with a dirty cloth in his mouth, dried blood coating it at the corners of his mouth. His expression of fear altered to something completely different and he was yelling at us, pulling against what sounded like chains.

I shook my head and got over to him. "Holy crap! There was actually someone down here!" I made quick work of untying the cloth and slowly pulling it from the open wounds on his mouth. "Are you okay?" I then asked while looking at the chains binding his wrists to a pipe imbedded in the cement. It was bent up showing the man's worthless struggle for freedom.

He coughed some and licked his lips. "No… I've just been sitting in a fucking basement for who knows how long waiting for some damn kids to put me out of my misery."

And right then I would have abandoned him there if Riley hadn't of thrown her phone at him nailing the man between the eyes. He cursed at her and pulled on the chains only to wince and grow quiet. She then came over with a water bottle and held it up to him.

The man looked away, refusing the water. "Sorry. Just get me out of here."

Sadly, I didn't know how to get through the chains. They didn't seem to be worn down at all and the lock holding it was new. I sighed. "This is gonna take a while."

Riley popped to my side and smiled. "Oh, no problem! I've got some bolt cutters in my trunk. BRB!" And she rushed off up the ladder and out of my sight.

"Bolt cutters? She carries bolt cutters?!" I facepalmed. "The friends I make… I swear." I picked up the abandoned water bottle and opened it offering the trapped man a drink. "I'm glad we showed up when we did. If you've been down here since the place closed then it's been five days."

He shook his head, pulling away from the bottle once he was seemingly satisfied. "A few days before the police showed up. Vincent locked me down here after he killed Scott." The man lowered his head. "Scott was the manager," he explained, "but I guess you already heard he's dead."

"Who's Vincent?" I asked instead.

"An old employee. He said he worked here for the summer back before this re-opening."

"And who are you?" I felt my pulse racing. I already knew his name. Of course I knew because that damn kid wouldn't shut up as soon as the man had started talking.

"Name's Mike." He bit at his lip, a cut I hadn't particularly noticed becoming present. "Damn… I bet you don't have any Tylenol on you, huh?"

"I've got aspirin back in the car; extra strength. Is that good?"

He lowered his gaze. "Nah. I can't have aspirin. The medicine I'm on for my migraines… Point is; I can't have it." Mike glanced up at me then, brown eyes suddenly looking more aware of my existence. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

I felt a nervous knot form in my stomach. "Mikey. We came looking for you."

*****Skipping along*****

Riley returned with the bolt cutters and we set Mike free. She freaked out about who he was and just had to go and hug him. Once the initial fangirling was done with, we helped him up the ladder and out to the main room. Things needed to be explained before we went taking the man anywhere. Of course Riley supplied him with some snacks and more water while I explained.

"So then we came looking for any clues to where you were." I kicked around at a dust bunny I'd found while talking. When an invisible wind blew the thing away, I looked up at the man. "I don't know why, but he… uh… by that I mean the kid's spirit… he keeps telling me to find you. Something about you will help them calm down."

Mike nodded and smiled. "I knew I felt something about you. A while after I got locked up I felt a lot lighter. As soon as you got down there in the basement, that pressure came back." He pointed with his water bottle to my right shoulder. "So you've got the kid following you now?"

It was my turn to nod. Weird how he bought all of it without a second thought. "Yeah. I kinda thought he'd go to you when we found you but I don't feel any different."

"The kid chose you. He feels you need the most help. It's why he was with me before – he's protecting you from the other kids." Mike finished off his water before moving to the rest of his granola bar. "And only Bonnie's gone after you? You haven't seen the others move?"

I shook my head. "The fox did move, but no one saw it."

"Ah… Foxy was always a tricky one. You're lucky he didn't take the chance and go straight for you when you didn't expect it." Mike laughed, a hollow sound reflecting how much he took it as a joke. "All that pirate wants is your booty according to Jeremy." He finished what was left of the bar and crinkled up the wrapper.

"So you had to deal with these things too? It's not just me they're trying to hurt?" I felt my leg throb for a moment and mentally told myself, Okay, already hurt.

Mike's gaze fell for just a moment. "Yeah." He took his hat off showing he had no hair but instead a harsh scar that etched around in a strange pattern on his head. "I've had my run ins with them before. Trust me; they want to do more than hurt you." He replaced the hat atop his head. "They don't mean it most of the time; they just get mad."

I could understand that. The almost uncontrollable rage that consumed me from time to time as the boy yelled at memories within my mind. It was a pounding sensation that left me dizzy.

"Ya just gotta remember: they're scared little kids." Mike's features softened. "They didn't ask for this to happen to them."

I didn't blame them. I actually felt bad for those kids. All I could think about was catching the murderer and putting him behind bars or in the electric chair. That man deserved to DIE FOR THE SHIT HE DID TO US! I blinked and shook my head. That was happening more and more.

The guard had stood, staring at me with his hands out to his sides like he were about to jump me. "You okay?" he asked warily.

Feeling my mind under my control again, I nodded. "Uh-huh… That keeps happening. Sorry, I'm good."

Riley pulled herself up onto the stage, lying on her belly and kicking her feet around behind her. "What was it like working here, Mr. Mike-without-a-Y?"

We both stared at her.

"Is she always like this?" he asked.

I shrugged. "More or less. You get used to it."

"Okay…? Uh… Working here was shit. I fought for my life every night against animatronics that wanted to rip me apart, got paid kinda shit, and had to listen to fucking Freddy playing that stupid song almost every night." He stared at Riley's glowing face. "This place sucked," he then said bluntly.

"Naaah! You just had a bad experience. I'm sure you'd of loved this place during the day."

"I worked day shift once. That was when my boss was killed and I got thrown in the cellar." Then Mike looked back to me. "Seriously, what's her problem?"

I shrugged again really not understanding the girl at all. "She's always loved that Chuck-E-Cheese place too."

"That explains it."

I watched them a few moments longer before throwing my arms up and stretching. "Okay! We found you so let's get back to the dump. Joe never said he had someone to cover my shift so I think he wants to get this done tonight."

The redhead jumped up. "Oh yeah! I forgot!" She rushed out of the main room and out to the lobby. Seconds later she poked her head back in. "COME ON, GUYS! Gotta go save Joe-Joe!" And she was gone once more.

"You have one crazy friend there, Mikey," he said to me as he started back toward the lobby.

I felt my face heat up and mentally slapped myself. "Yeah… crazy…" I followed them outside trying to understand why exactly I had such a crush on the most insane girl in the world.

*****Author's Notes*****

Okay... Maybe I got a problem with writing cause HERE YA GO TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY! WOOOOO!

Like I said, I like to write long chapters sometimes so having short chapters help me get stuff out! Meaning I write way too much... This chapters actually came out a little longer than I'd wanted, but it's what happens when I'm just pulling the plot out my ass and not planning any of this.

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