Dawn couldn't have come much sooner for Mike. Stepping out of the restaurant, he was greeted by a blast of chilly air and the pink-kissed skies of the morning sun as it rose over the horizon. He didn't bother to stay and explain to the manager about the long jagged line that now ran down the West Hall wall. He entered his vehicle and reached his hand into his pocket before a stunned expression flashed across his face.

"Shit!" he cursed loudly, having realized that he's forgotten his apartment key in his locker. Getting out, he slammed the car door closed and quickly marched back to the building. Holding his jacket tightly when a large gust of wind suddenly hit him. For once he was actually relieved to be inside the building he had already begun to fear. He allowed the door to close behind him and made his way through the Dining Area and into the West Hall. He noticed the manager, but he was too busy inspecting the jagged line that was now present on his wall to acknowledge him.

He entered the changing room, opened his locker, and sighed when he found his key resting at the bottom. He reached down to grab it, and paused.

Hehehehehe...

The room temperature suddenly dropped at a level that was too unnatural for such an old building. Mike exhaled slowly, and was surprised when he saw a light puff of smoke exit out of his mouth before dissipating. His fingers trembled above the metal ring of his key; goosebumps now covering his wrists. Everything seemed to become still. For a second he forgot where he even was. The lights above him flickered a bit, and a feeling of being watched quickly came into mind.

Hehehehehehe...

Mike spun around to try and find the source of the voice, only to find himself to be the only one in the room. No intercom or speakers were present, so it couldn't have been from that. The voice(s) itself didn't sound remotely close to the manager's. He quickly picked up the key and slammed his locker closed and rushed over for the door knob. Panic filled him when he suddenly found the door to be lock. Which was impossible, because the door itself didn't have any lock on it.

The room temperature dropped a bit more, and the giggles grew louder.

Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posies...

"Come on!" Mike said between clenched teeth as he desperately turned the knob in different directions before clenching his hand into a tight fist and proceeded to pound it against the door. "Mr. Fredrickson!" he called. Showing the fear in his voice as the chilling singing grew louder in his ears.

Ashes... Ashes..

"MR. FREDRICKSON!" Mike screamed before ramming the side of his body against the door several times. A sinister feeling growing in his stomach that something terrible was going to happen if he stayed when the song ended; the voices of several children bringing fear into his heart and soul. With one mighty heave, he finally managed to ram the door open and surprise the manager.

"Mr. Schmidt!" he gasped, turning away from the jagged line.

Mike coughed a few times as he fought back the tears that threatened to fall. The last thing he wanted was to cry in front of his boss, even though Mr. Fredrickson was a rather decent man. The frail man walked over and crouched by his side.

"Are you..."

"I'm fine." Mike cut him off before shakely getting back on his feet. "I just... had trouble opening the door."

"Really?" Mr. Fredrickson looked over to the doorway and frowned. "I could've sworn I had that checked recently." He scratched his head before turning his attention back to the younger man. "Eh. Are you sure everything is alright? You look like you're about to cry."

Mike swallowed nervously before bobbing his head. "Y-yeah... I just need to head home and get some sleep." Without giving the frail man a chance to reply, he proceeded to power walk down the hall. Lowering his head a bit as to hide his watery eyes. Once he was inside the safety of his car he allowed the tears to flow freely from his face. He cried for a good couple minutes before finally starting the car and drove home. Once home he immediately went to bed; not bothering to change out of his clothes.

...

Sobs... Nothing but quiet sobs and whimpers left Mike as he was forced against his will into a Freddy Fazbear suit. The sickening of noise of muscles tearing, skin ripping, and bones breaking, filling his ears the farther he was shoved in. Despite his attempts to try and wiggle free, his arms and legs had been broken to prevent him from trying; it was impossible for him to try and resist.

The animatronics that surrounded him, Foxy now included, were all grinning at him with malicious satisfaction. Their eyes completely black with white pin-pricks for pupils.

"S-s-stop..." Mike managed to whimper out when he was about halfway in the costume. "I-it hurts... It..." The animatronics only laughed. Seemingly amused by this. He felt Freddy gently run his fingers through his hair before gripping his scalp firmly and applying brute strength to force him in even further. Mike let out pained wails and sobs as he was forced in deeper. His head beginning to feel like it could pop in any moment by the force Freddy was applying.

"Miiiiiiikeeeeeee..."

...

Mike shot up in bed screaming. Tears rolling down his face from the nonexistent pain that coursed through his body. It wasn't until he lost his breath while screaming did he manage to wake up. When he did, he found that his clothing and sheets were soaked in cold sweat. He immediately felt his body to check if anything was broken or out of place before sighing in relief when he didn't. He turned over to his alarm clock and saw that it was only around three in the afternoon.

Mike turned away from the clock and buried his face in his hands as his heart rate slowed down to the appropriate speed. He stayed like that for a few minutes, taking deep breaths and wiping away tears that were still rolling down his cheeks, before throwing his legs over the edge of his bed and went over to his desk. He picked up his sketch book and flipped over to the page where he already had an outline drawn out. He layed back down on his bed; pencil and eraser in hand. From there he allowed his mind to do the rest. Following an image he currently had in his mind's eye and followed every detail he saw. All fear he had felt from the dream slipped away with each stroke of his pencil. Sometimes he didn't pay attention to what he was drawing, and just allowed his hand to flow freely on the sheet of paper he had in front of him. By the time he was about to do the shading he checked the time again and found that it was almost time for him to go to work.

"Joy..." he murmured. Closing his sketch pad and tossing it on his desk before heading over to his bathroom. After a quick shower and a simple turkey sandwich later, he was on the road. His hands suddenly felt sweaty, and were occasionally struggling to grip the steering wheel. Listening to music didn't seem to calm his anxiety, either. He rolled down the window halfway and sighed when he felt a blast of cold air brush against his skin. When he arrived at the parking lot outside of the building, he spotted Mr. Fredrickson waiting for him outside.

...

Time seemed to go slow for Mike tonight. He sat slouched in his chair, listening to the clock tick on as he waited for the distant ring of a haunting bell. Not that he wanted it to be midnight already. He looked over to the corner and winced when he saw a replica of Chica's birthday cupcake staring back at him. Tempted, he quickly got out of his chair and turned it until it was facing the window beside it. Much better, I guess..., he thought before returning to his seat. The cupcake was as creepy as the animatronics. Every muscle in his body froze and he tightened his jaw when he heard the midnight bell ring outside. At the same time, the phone rang.

"Uhh, hello? Hey, you're doing great! Most people don't last this long. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now. Uhm, I'm not implying that they died, that's not what I meant. Anyway I better not take up too much of your time, things start getting real tonight."

"Of course they are." Mike sighed before switching on his tablet. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that Chica was up and moving already. Exhaling through his nose, he calmly flipped through the cameras before stopping at the one outside of the restrooms when he spotted her in the back. Relieved, he switched back to the Show Stage.

"Uhm... Hey, listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh, try playing dead! You know, go limp. Then there's a chance that maybe they'll think you're an empty costume instead."

Mike looked up from his tablet and raised a brow at the phone. Why not actually wear a costume instead?

"Then again if they think you're an empty costume, they might want to... stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how that would work. Yeah, never mind, scratch that. It's best just not to get caught."

Mike threw his head back and groaned loudly in annoyance. "Make up your mind, jackass!" he said loudly to the ceiling.

"Uhm ok, I will leave you to it. See you on the flip side."

The call ended and Mike sighed with relief. He looked down at the tablet he held in his hands and felt himself start to shake when he saw that Bonnie was no longer on stage. He quickly flipped through the cameras and nearly dropped the tablet when he found Bonnie Backstage with his face up to the camera very closely. The hairs on the back of his neck stood as he stared into the black, soulless eyes that seemed to be staring into his very soul. To Mike, the expression almost made him look dead. He lifted a shakey finger and tapped the Restrooms camera. He calmed down a bit when he saw that Chica was still standing where she was. He switched over to Pirate Cove and sighed when he didn't see the fox peeking out. He switched over to Freddy and let out a long exhale through his nose when he saw the bear still standing on stage. He placed the tablet down and took a quick drink out of his water bottle. He nearly spilled the water all over his tablet when he was greeted by Freddy's haunting gaze; a pair of white dots standing out from the darkness.

He quickly switched over to the Restrooms and his heart beat started to quicken when he didn't find the chick there. He flipped through the cameras and slapped a hand over his mouth when he saw her standing in the East Hall; head cocked in an uncomfortable angle and beak wide open to reveal the same humanlike teeth. Her eyes weren't even looking at the camera, and was instead looking away "innocently". Mike pressed himself against his seat and checked the time on his watch.

1:02 AM

"Fuck!" the young man whimpered to himself. Silently wishing for father time to take pity on him and go a bit faster. What shocked him, however, was that his battery was already down to 73%. He swallowed hard before turning his attention over to the fan on his desk. Watching the blades spin and give off cold air in the stuffy room. Without thinking, he got up and switched off the fan. The whirring slowly died down and the room temperature immediately rose once the blades stopped. He looked down at his tablet and smiled a bit when he saw that the battery was still at 73%.

He unzipped his security jacket halfway before going through the cameras again. Chica was still where she was; Bonnie was now in the Supply Closet; Freddy was still in the Show Stage; Mike swallowed, his throat now dry, when he saw Foxy peeking out from behind the curtains. He saw the murder in his blazing yellow eyes and quickly flipped cameras to avoid his gaze.

This was going to be a while.

...

5:37 AM

Mike sat slouched in his chair; cheek resting against his fist boredly as he went through the cameras again. The animatronics seemed to enjoy teasing him. Trying to lure him into a false sense of security and safety, but Mike knew better. He could see the dark intentions in their empty eyes whenever they looked up at the cameras. Foxy hasn't moved from his position in Pirate Cove, but Foxy wasn't the thing that frightened Mike tonight.

It was Freddy.

The bear hasn't moved from the Show Stage since Night 1. Phone Guy did mention he becomes more active in the dark, but that still isn't an excuse as to why he hasn't been joining his buddies in the "hunt". These animatronics were smart, he'll give them credit for that. How could animatronics with AIs this advanced be around since the early 80s? More importantly: who made them? What kind of sick bastard would create machines with AIs that enables them to be "self-aware" for a family pizzeria? Was it even intentional? This was beginning to remind him of the Terminator franchise.

Mike was snapped out of his thoughts when he stopped at the East Hall camera. The hairs on his arms and neck rose while sweat started to trail down the sides of his face like raindrops as he stared at the left wall. Where three posters of the Fazbear Band had been were now replaced with three, chilling, images of what looked like childish paintings of faces crying. Mike found himself unable to look away; his finger hovering just inches from the screen. A noise coming from outside his office snapped him back to his senses. He slowly looked over to the right door, and remembered that he hasn't seen Chica for a while...

He briefly looked up at the cupcake he had turned away and saw it's dim reflection staring back at it. He reached his hand towards the light button and, nervously, pressed it. Chica's slack-jawed face greeted him from the other side, and he immediately slammed down on the door button. He locked eyes with the bird, flinching when she suddenly slammed her hand on the glass and pressed against it. The glass creaked and groaned softly from the strong pressure, but didn't crack. Chica's pink eyes never left him just as the lights flickered off. Mike whimpered before nervously looking back down at the tablet. His eyes widened.

Where the three pictures had been before were now gone. Instead replaced with bold black letters that read "IT'S ME" twice. He let out a choked noise as his breath hitched in his throat. He immediately switched over to the Cam 2B West Hall camera, and paused. He squinted his eyes and leaned his face forward a bit towards the screen. All fear he had felt just mere seconds ago was replaced with curiosity towards the image before him. Instead of a Freddy poster that read "LET'S PARTY!", there was a zoomed in image of Freddy's face. Only...it wasn't exactly Freddy. This Freddy had golden fur instead of brown; eye sockets an endless sea of black.

The sound a childish giggling coming off the speakers chilled him to his core. He looked up from his tablet to rub his eyes. A horrified scream ripped from his throat when he was greeted by a golden Freddy Fazbear suit sitting in a slouched position against his desk, making it look as though it were dead. It's head was titled while its bottom jaw hung open, much like Foxy. Mike could barely make out the two white dots in its empty black sockets as they gazed back at him hauntingly. Images of Bonnie's and Freddy's faces flashed across his tablet screen. Followed by the occasional "It's me" in white text.

The young man closed his eyes tightly and silently prayed for it to be six. A wave of relief swept over him when he heard the morning bell go off. He nervously opened his eyes, and was surprised to find nothing. He looked back at the monitor, but the battery had died. He stood from his seat and inspected the spot where the suit had been sitting. Nothing. Not even a trace of its existence.

Mike was never one to believe in ghosts, but he might make an acception out of this one.

X.X

Sorry for the long wait. School's been a bitch lately.

But thank you for your patience :) This is where things get REALLY twisted.