With Riley breaking every rule in the book, we made it back to the dump. Mike was still shaken up by his whole ordeal so while I ran in to check on Joseph, Riley remained in the car with him.

I rushed up the steps and into the building easily finding the man in question. "Joe, how's everything going?"

He jumped at my yelling his name and was composed by the time I got to him. "They don't seem to move during the day. David didn't have any trouble at all."

David was my brother. He worked within the building during the day but with the circumstances it seemed he was all that was available. My brother was also big into anime so I just had to ask, "You didn't tell him about this stuff, right?" If I knew my brother, he'd probably try to make shit happen just to get a cheap thrill.

"Absolutely not. If I had then he wouldn't have agreed to take Riley's shift." Of course Joseph wouldn't know about that stuff though. "He's just waiting out there for you to come take over. I swear, if I hadn't of let him take his game man thing out there then he'd still be calling me every few minutes for twenty questions."

And I facepalmed. "Well, we're here and we brought Mike. Uh, I mean the missing guard."

"Wait you found him? Already?" Joseph stood from his desk to come over to my side.

"Yeah. He was tied up in the pizzeria's basement." I scratched my head. "I don't know how well he is really. After this stuff is done we're taking him to a hospital so he can get some help if he needs it."

The front doors opened and in came Riley and Mike. He was leaning on her offered arm needing her for support. Now that he was in the light, I could really see exactly the extent of his condition. Mike's skin was pale, a few veins on his arm showing through his skin; eyes glazed over but alert; and there was a rip in his right pant leg with some dried blood pointing to a possible gash on his leg that we hadn't attended to yet. We'd need to make sure he was okay before we went out tonight.

"Talking about me behind my back?" Mike asked with a half-smile. For having only known us for a few hours he seemed very comfortable. "So, where are these troublemaking kids?"

Joseph didn't answer, instead stood there again like his awkward little self. I sighed and answered, "Out back. Joe said they don't move around during the day so they should be where they usually are."

Mike nodded. "Sounds about right. Take me out to them."

"Hold up! We need to take a look at your leg." I folded my arms when he held a perplexed face. "Don't play stupid. Your leg is hurt. We need to at least disinfect it and wrap it before we do running around in the damn trash."

He sighed loudly. "Fine. Whatever." Riley sat him on the couch, refusing to leave his side and just nuzzling in to his arm. "Can someone get this cat off me?"

I groaned. "Riley, up. You aren't helping. Go get that bubbly stuff for his leg." I knelt down to pull up his pant leg, wincing at the dried up cut.

She bolted away screaming, "Peroxide!" and quickly returned with the brown bottle and a handful of cotton balls.

I blinked, snatching up what she held before she suddenly ran off again. "Okay… Now, this is going to suck. Sorry." I poured some of the liquid into the cap and then over the cut. Bubbles ate through the dried blood and burrowed into the cut.

Mike stiffened. "Okay, FUCK that really stings." His hand on the arm of the couch dug into the leather.

"I know, sorry again." I used a cotton ball to dab up the bubbles before wetting another one in the liquid and blotting it around the cut. It still bubbled but less than before. Of course it would keep bubbling, but already I knew it was clean. At least cleaner than it had been. "Good enough for now."

That was when Riley returned with what looked like a tube of Neosporin and several gauze and surgical tape.

I just stared at the tube. "We're taking him to the hospital after this. I don't need that." I took the gauze and tape making sure to cover the entire wound before taping it up. "How's that feel?"

Mike touched around his leg. "Better. A lot better." He stood to bend his leg. "Yep. I think I'm good now."

"Got any more cuts I should patch up?" I asked while closing the bottle of peroxide.

"Nothing serious. Just a few scrapes. I'll live." Mike stretched then. "Now, take me to them."

*****Skip time*****

The four of us went outside and over to the box. David noticed us and was so thrilled to have other people around that he followed us. I guess we can't hide it from him now. Better for more people to know than try and do this ourselves anyway.

The door was bent ever more. I hadn't seen that rabbit return to it, but I guessed it just about broke the door trying to get back inside. Seeing the warped metal made my knee ache with sympathy for it.

"Those things are creepy! I don't know how you do it, bro." David patted my back. "I'd never be able to sit in that little room and watch those things at night. Yeesh!" He forced a shiver and laughed, but no one else did. Apart from Riley, but that was Riley. "You people are no fun," the blonde huffed.

"This isn't a game, young man," Joseph remarked and I felt relieved that he was on our side.

"God, whatever, it's just a watchman job."

And even I could feel the glare Mike was giving him just then. "Shut up, guys." I stepped up to the door and pulled it open, slowly. I breathed a sigh of relief seeing all three were there – Foxy was probably still hiding in the kennels.

Mike, on the other hand, didn't seem as satisfied. "Three? What, where's Foxy?" Panic set in his voice but I calmed him with a simple shrug. The relaxed movement must have been enough to tell him it was okay.

"He moved the first night I was watching them, but he hasn't moved since." I exaggerated my pointing to over the wall of trash behind the metal box. "He's way over there on the other side of the dump in some old kennels. We had dogs but got rid of them."

His stance settled. "Oh… okay. He was probably scared of the cramped box. Foxy always preferred larger spaces."

"What…? Are you serious?" David scoffed. "It's a damn robot. It doesn't care if you cram it in a box."

Before everyone ripped my little bro apart, I put my hand on his shoulder and led him away from them. "Dave, listen to me, this is a lot more than just a watchman job. Those things move at night. One of them already hurt me." At his quizzical look, I sighed and lifted up my pant leg to show him the ever darkening bruise that had sprung up over half of my leg. That shut him up and I continued. "This guy here, Mike, is the guard from the pizzeria where those robots came from. He's here to help us calm down the spirits possessing them so they don't hurt anyone else."

Green eyes lit up and I felt like turning him around and kicking him out of the place. "So… they're alive? And they… they are friggen ALIVE?! That's so cool! I wanna see them move around! When do they start doing that? Which one hurt you? Did it try to eat you?!"

"David! Shut up! God… It's NOT cool!" I refrained from telling him that I was possessed as well. If he heard that then he'd want me to prove it and I didn't much feel like my thoughts being taken over again. It was painful enough already. "This is serious. Now, we could use all the help we can-"

"YES!" He was jumping with excitement.

"…Can use all the help we can get," I continued, cluing that I didn't want to be interrupted, "but if you want to stay then you need to take this seriously. This isn't one of your little shows where everything ends happy or some crazy thing comes to save us when shit goes wrong. This is serious and we could get hurt." I paused to let that sink in.

"Or worse?" he added and I just had to punch his shoulder. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Stop that! I'm fucking serious, David!" I just couldn't get it through his thick head. "If you stay, there is a possibility you could get hurt. You could break something."

That had his face pale. David had broken his wrist once in a baseball game. It never healed properly, constantly reminding him that it was still messed up with a jolt of pain if he moved it wrong. "U-uh… Okay…"

"Good. Now, like I said, we could use all the help we can get. Do you want to stay?" I half hoped he would refuse. If anything happened to my little brother then I'd never forgive myself.

After some time, he nodded. "I'll stay."

I mentally slapped myself. Great job, Mikey. You just put your own brother in mortal danger. For the first time, I couldn't tell if that was my own thoughts or his.

*****Author's notes*****

5ive here! Sorry for the short delay ^^ I've been a little bit stuck on ideas... BUT I did know what I wanted before they went back on the job and shit went down so I thought I'd write this up!

SPOILER! I actually do not know if anyone is going to die or who WILL. Sadly I just kinda write as I go. If someone dies, that's cause it just kinda ended up happening~ So that's just to answer any questions like that :D

AAAALSO thanks to all the new people following this story! And to those who keep telling me they like this so far, THANKS! I could reply to you all individually but I'd end up saying the same thing over and over and I just want you to know that I'm so glad you're enjoying this and thanks for freaking and omg I luv you ppl you inspire me to keep writing this!

Until next time! 5ive out!