Mike stepped into his apartment utterly exhausted. He was amazed that he managed to drive home without hitting someone. He kicked the door closed behind him and removed his sweat jacket, tossing it aside as he dragged himself over the small tan couch he had in his living room. He happily fell on it face first and sighed against the fabric. He then lazily rolled to his side and picked up the t.v. remote. The small television set switched on and a cheesy game show played on the screen. Mike rolled his eyes and flipped channels until he stopped at one that was in the middle of playing a low-budget live action movie. The movie consisted of a man and his friends trying to survive a super tornado that was raining...sharks?

"For Christ's sake." Mike sighed in annoyance. "Can't you people come up with anything better?"

He spent a good two hours watching t.v. until he finally decided to get some sleep. He'd always been more of a night owl, so sleeping during the day wasn't very awkward to him. He lowered the blinds and jumped into bed. He was immediately knocked out as soon as his head landed on his pillow.

...

Mike watched on, horrified, as Freddy approached him out of the darkness with a empty Freddy Fazbear suit in tow. Bonnie and Chica were behind him; one holding each arm as they stared at his terrified face with sinister glee. Freddy stopped in front of Mike and dropped the suit beside him. Mike shivered as tears started to roll down his cheeks.

Laughter was the only thing he heard. He didn't pay much attention of whether it was coming from the animatronics or not, but it was there. Spine chilling laughter that didn't sound even remotely human.

He slowly looked up to meet Freddy's gaze, and was greeted by a pair of light blue eyes that were actually bloodshot. Freddy was grinning down at him like Bonnie and Chica.

Fear coursed through Mike like a drug you'd buy off the street. But it wasn't from the fact that he was going to be stuffed into a suit. It was because of the fact that Freddy's eyes were actually his own.

...

Mike screamed in his sleep as he fought off his unseen attackers. Eventually rolling off and waking up to find himself kissing the floor. He blinked his eyes a few times until they adjusted to his somewhat darkened bedroom. He pushed himself up and grunted when he felt a sharp pain from his right shoulder. He gripped and squeezed it as he got to his feet.

"Goddamn..." he whispered to himself as he massaged and rolled his shoulder. He looked over to the alarm clock he had on his nightstand and found that he had slept later than he originally anticipated. It was practically almost evening! He groaned. Knowing that in a few hours he would have to go to work. Memories from the previous night flashed across his mind and he shuddered fearfully.

I can't think straight... I need to draw something.

Drawing had always been a stress reliever for him. For as long as he could remember he always had a passion for drawing. Whenever he had something on his mind, or a problem, he'd express it by drawing it out on a white sheet of paper. He was picked on during his high school years for it. He never did like sports anyway, so art was the only thing that kept him occupied aside from messing with his super hero figurines and watching television. He walked up to his desk and picked up a sketch pad he kept from his days in college art. He picked up the pencil and eraser that was resting beside and laid back in bed. He found it more comfortable if he was lying down while he drew.

A few hours had past until he finally read the time again and saw that it was almost closing time for Fazbear's Pizza. He closed the sketch pad, just having drawn the outline of his sketch, and threw it back on his desk. He changed into casual clothing and picked up his sweat jacket. Putting it on as he left his apartment complex and made his way over to his car. The sun was already going down, painting the sky in firey colors while lavender crept in from the horizon.

The sky was just getting dark by the time he hit the road. Passing by a few cars while music blared from his speakers. He drummed his fingers against his steering while mouthing to the lyrics of Walking on Sunshine as it played on the radio. The music briefly made him forget that he was going to work with homicidal animatronics in less then two hours. When he pulled up to the parking lot of the pizzeria he found that most of the employees were already beginning to head home for the night. He got out of his car and passed them by as he approached the main double doors; he even waved casually to a few of them. He either received a wave back or a simple nod.

Inside he found the manager waiting for him by the front desk. Looking a bit nervous and was tapping his foot nervously. He looked up and grinned once he saw him. "Ah! Mr. Schmidt!" he said before wiping his nose a bit with his handkerchief. "Good to see you back. I assume you had a good day's rest?"

"Yeah. Slept until evening, actually." Mike rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well that means you'll have no trouble staying up tonight then, yes?"

Mike tensed slightly, but nodded. "Yeeep. I'm definitely gonna be up tonight."

"Super! I'll see you in the morning then!"

Mike watched the frail man as he quickly walked by him and pushed open one of the doors. Not even giving him a second glance before locking the doors outside. "Alright then." he sighed before turning around and making his way over to the changing room.

...

The faint ominous ring of the midnight bell filled the silence around Mike as he sat nervously in his office. He drummed his fingers anxiously against the armrests before jumping when he heard the phone ring on the desk.

"Uhh, hello? Hello." a familiar voice spoke. "Uh, well, if you're hearing this, you made it to night two! Uhmm, congrats!"

"Thanks..." Mike muttered.

"I won't talk quite as long this time, since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses. Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while while I talk, just to make sure everyone's in their proper place."

Mike thought for a second before he quickly picked up the tablet and switched it on. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the Fazbear Band was still in the Show Stage.

"So, interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so, hey, I guess that's one more reason to not run out of power, right?"

Mike frowned and rolled his eyes. If he's trying to be funny, it isn't working.

"I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera view, and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So if you can't find something, or someone on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. You might only have a few seconds to react.. not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that."

Sure you're not, Mike thought bitterly before darting his eyes down to the tablet screen and gasped when he found that Bonnie was already up and moving. He switched to the Dining Area camera and relaxed a bit when he found him standing in between two tables. Looking in the direction of the arcade portion of the building.

"Also, check on the curtains in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems to be unique in that he becomes more active if the camera remains off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like to be watched. I don't know. Anyway, I am sure you have everything under control. Uhm, talk to you soon!"

Pirate Cove? Mike switched the camera over to where Pirate Cove is located and was greeted by a pair of closed purple curtains with a wooden sign reading "Sorry! Out of order" standing in front of the stage; tilted to the side slightly. Mike recalled seeing a fourth character on some of the old '80s posters that still hung around the place. He appeared to be some sort of pirate fox. The concept made Mike chuckle a bit to himself. He switched back to the Dining Area camera and froze when he found that Bonnie wasn't there anymore.

"Shit!" he hissed to himself as he frantically flipped through the cameras. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" He paused and quickly switched back to the Show Stage camera. The color from his face drained when he saw that Chica the Chick was missing as well. "Fuck! Not the chicken, too!" he exclaimed. He then jumped in his seat when he heard a noise outside of his office. He went through the cameras again until he stopped at the kitchen, where only audio played. The sound of pots and pans clanging did little to ease the anxiety he now felt. Mike took his eyes off the screen to wipe his face when something suddenly clicked in his mind: he still hasn't seen the rabbit.

The young man stiffly turned his head over to the door. Remembering what he heard on the message, he pressed on the light switch. To his surprise, and relief, the giant rabbit wasn't there. He looked back at the screen and saw that he was down to 75% battery life. He did have to search long. He let out a sigh of relief when he found the rabbit in the Supply Closet. The moment was short lived, however, when he realized that the noise coming from the kitchen had stopped. A little voice in the back of his head told him to check the lights again. He slowly turned over to the east door, and instantly felt a cold chill run down his spine.

Trembling, he reached over and pressed his palm on the glowing white button. The light buzzed on outside of the office window to reveal the animatronic chick staring intently at him with her beak dropped open, revealing a row of teeth. The most chilling feature, however, was the pair of seemingly human teeth at the back of her throat. Mike let out a shriek and wasted no time slamming on the door button. The light continued to flicker above Chica before finally going out. Mike placed a hand over his racing heart as he took deep breaths to calm himself down; he then looked up at the time.

2:57 AM

He still had a while to go.

The young man sighed and picked up the tablet. Bonnie still stood in the Supply Closet, so he switched over to a few more cameras before stopping dead when he reached Pirate Cove's camera. His finger just hovering above the screen when he saw the slack-jawed face poking out from between the curtains. His blood ran ice cold through his veins as he locked eyes with the two yellow dots staring back eerily at the camera. An uncomfortable lump grew in his throat as cold sweat ran down the side of his face. He felt hesitant about switching the cameras; seemingly forgetting about Chica standing outside his office, and Bonnie standing in the Supply Closet. "The character in there seems to be unique in that he becomes more active if the camera remains off for long periods of time..." Phone Guy's words rang through his head.

W-what should I do? Mike felt completely helpless. He quickly checked the lights once more and found that Chica was no longer standing outside his office window. He opened the door before turning his attention back to the screen, where he gasped when he saw that the fox was now outside of his "cage". His head bent in an odd angle while the bottom jaw hung down. Mike could barely make out the tears and rips that were present all over the body. Exposing parts of his endoskeleton. Taking a risk, he quickly flipped through the cameras to check on the others.

Bonnie was still in the Supply Closet; Chica now stood just outside of the men's restroom; Freddy still stood in the Show Stage. He was good for the time being. He just wished he could say the same for his battery life, which was now down to 56%.

He gripped the tablet tightly as even more sweat trailed down his face. A few drops hitting the screen itself. Mike placed the tablet down to catch a quick breather and allow his heart to slow down a bit. His heart beats were practically the only thing he could hear at the moment. He removed his cap and ran his fingers through his brown locks, which were now wet with sweat. He wiped his forehead with his wrist and placed his cap back on. He picked up the tablet, and his heart dropped to his stomach. The curtains in Pirate Cove were wide open; the fox was no where to be seen.

"WHERE'S THE FUCKING FOX!?" Mike screamed at the top of his lungs. Spit flying and hitting the screen. He frantically tapped through each of the cameras before stopping at the West Hall camera. The tablet almost slipped out of his hands when he saw the fox speeding down the hallway. His jaw flopping up and down as though he was biting something. Sparks flew as he dragged his hook along the wall, leaving behind a long jagged line. Mike gasped loudly and immediately reached for the door button. The door slammed down just as the fox was about to jump in. Mike cringed fearfully when he heard frustrated banging against the metal before everything fell silent.

Curious, he pressed the light switch and cautiously peeked through the office window. He received a nasty surprise when the fox suddenly slammed his face against the glass, causing Mike to jump back and scream. The fox slammed his hook against the bulletproof glass and snarled viciously at the frightened man before dashing away just as the light flickered off.

...

5:56 AM

Mike hasn't moved from his chair since his first encounter with the infamous Captain Foxy. Paying close attention to the cove while checking on the others. Surprisingly enough, not much happened after the close encounter. Pirate Cove's curtains remained closed for the rest of the night. Although he did hear singing coming from inside.

Just before the morning bell went off, he decided to check the cameras one more time. The video feed showed Bonnie and Chica meeting up in the Dining Area, and appeared to be talking with one another as they returned to the Show Stage together. This struck Mike as odd and interesting, but he decided not to ponder on it at the moment. He switched over to the Show Stage, and froze. Freddy was staring back at the camera; eyes dark and pupils reduced to nothing but white pin-pricks.

Just before everything went black, Mike could've sworn he saw a grin on the bear's face. As though saying "See you later".

"Fuck me..." Mike whispered to himself shakely just as the morning bell went off.

X.X

Sorry about any grammar errors in the last chapter. I actually wrote that while returning from a surprise road trip.

Glad to see some of you are liking it, though! :)

But I should mention one thing. The idea that animatronics are possessed by the souls of the five dead children will not be present. Because, well, I don't exactly like that idea. I mean, come on. It was quite obvious as soon as I heard about it. The theory of children possessing Freddy and the gang was the only thing that ruined the game for me. But alas, it's only a theory. But seriously. This isn't Corpse Party. But does this mean there'll be a Freddy Ever After Charm?

Idk...