Riley had taken me go the hospital, they slapped a cast on my arm and then she dropped me off at her apartment while she went out to get us something to eat. I relaxed on the couch and flicked on the TV easily finding a nature documentary. Not my favorite kind of shows but I needed something calming after the ordeal we'd just gone through. Plus some cute animals would really cheer me up. I'd just lost my brother today. I didn't feel like crying too hard over it because I knew he was in a better place.

I quickly got bored of the show anyway and decided to root through her apartment. Maybe I could find something kinky and make fun of her for it. Who said women didn't stash magazines like guys do? With the way she acted I wouldn't be surprised to find some nudies somewhere.

Into her room I searched all of the normal spots: under the bed, back of the closet, drawers… I didn't find anything. At least nothing that was dirty. Lingerie didn't count. Girls like this shit even if they were single.

As I was in the closet again, a loud bang had me jerk and slam the door shut. I spun around but Riley wasn't there. She must be in the kitchen. I left her room behind entering the living room where the kitchen was connected just behind the couch.

No one.

I stood there a moment. Maybe she went in the bathroom?

Why would she do that when she had her own bathroom in her room? And there was no food on the counter.

I crossed the apartment to the front door beside the fridge. It was locked. No… it wouldn't move. I unlocked the handle and still it stuck fast in place as if someone were holding it. I jerked the door, hit the handle, and even tried kicking it only to fall on my ass. The damned thing didn't budge.

Laughter filled the room. An eerie sound echoing from within my mind and reverberating to the surrounding walls. "Thought you were done with me?" the voice within my mind asked.

I felt my skin tingle with numbness. It was Vincent. Holy fuck he wasn't gone.

"All you idiots did was give me a little jumpstart. Just because you zapped me doesn't mean I'm fucking dead. You should know your spirits better, Mikey boy." My own hand shot up to my throat, grabbing hold with fingers digging deep into my esophagus. I could feel them slowly wrapping around it, cutting my air off.

I didn't hesitate to struggle. With all my might I tried pulling that possessed hand away, smacking it as hard as I could bear but the pain I could still feel in that broken arm kept me from doing so. The cast protected it from my attacks either way only cause myself more pain. I rolled on the floor attempting to dislodge it with no luck. Finally I pulled myself to the couch and grabbed the bat hidden beneath. I slipped the bat under the attacking arm and pushed, leveraging it and forcing the arm away.

Sucking in as much air as I could, I then tried to run for the door again only to have an invisible force throw me clear across the room landing in Riley's bedroom. The door slammed shut and the lights burst leaving me in the dark. I had control of my hand again but it didn't matter; two more hands grabbed my throat and lifted me off the ground. I kicked at the air, the ghost holding me nothing but smoke in the darkness. Thumbs dug into my skin slowly pushing the life out of me. I couldn't breathe. Pressure in my head was building till it felt like my eyes were going to pop. I continued struggling futilely.

"Just relax. You've already experienced it once. What's one more time going to hurt?" Then there was a hard push and I couldn't care less if I was breathing. The pain vanished… I couldn't see anything anymore. A darkness so deep shrouded over me. I felt at peace. Funny how 'death' could feel so familiar…

My eyes opened and I sat up too quick. "Ugh… head rush." I pushed my palm to my suddenly spinning head. Looking around the room when it faded I smiled. I felt surprisingly good. No neck pain or anything. He was gone now, or if not it seemed like he couldn't touch me. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mikey?" That was Riley's voice followed by the front door closing. "I'm back! Where'd you go?"

"I-I'm in your room!" I called back, standing and smiling to my reflection in one of the mirrors on Riley's wall. "Oh, wait. Gotta change that…" I covered my eyes with both hands. When I moved them away, the green in my eyes turned to the more familiar gray of Mikey's. "That's better. Hope you don't mind me playing you for a bit, Mikey boy. I just want to see what it's like to fuck your girlfriend." I laughed to the air before leaving the darkness of the room behind.

Well, people kept following this after I'd already finished the story... so now you get to have happy ending turn fucked up and terrible~~

Yep. Twas gonna be all happy and cheesy, but since people kept following it after I was finished I was like "You ppl want more? Fine, Vincent wasn't gone anyway so now he's gonna do this and make you hate me~ XD"

So now I AM done with this completely. Just wanted to give you a little "HAHA FUCK THAT ENDING" sort of thing. So here ya go. It's done. No more chapters for this at all. Go read my other stories or wait for more FNAF from me cause this story is OUT OF HERE~! Gonna go run away and hide from people who actually liked Mikey.