Mike left as soon as the main doors were unlocked the following morning. He did acknowledge the confused expression that was present on the manager's face after he quickly marched pass him. Once inside his car, the young man took the time to think about the events that had occurred during his shift. Curiosity plagued him more than fear by this point. What was that golden Freddy suit? Why were those pictures of weeping faces present on the wall? And what's with this "It's me" jazz? He turned the key in the ignition slot and quickly backed out of his spot.

Despite feeling exhausted from the events that had occurred, Mike didn't head to bed when he arrived home. Instead, he went straight for his computer. He needed answers and he needed them now. He wasn't just going to let this slide like the others. He remembered the giggles he heard in the locker room and from the West Hall. He never found a way to fully explain the phenomenon, and it didn't put his mind into any sort of ease. He clicked on the search bar and typed in the name of the pizzeria. After a few seconds of waiting, the results popped up on his screen. He adjusted himself in his chair a bit before clicking on a page that talked about the history of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Freddy Fazbear's family Pizzeria

Founded by Scott Cawthon

Opened on August 9th, 1982

Mike skimmed through the page until he stopped at an article that managed to catch his interest. "What's this?" he muttered to himself as he leaned forward a bit. His eyes then widened when he saw the year: 1987. The Bite of '87! The memory of Phone Guy mentioning that on his first night came rushing back almost instantly. Mike clicked on the link and was taken to a separate page that presented the full article. His eyes trailed down each row of black text with more attention then he's ever given. He gripped his mouse tightly when he finally reached a paragraph that described the event.

On June 26th of 1987, thirteen year-old Mitchell West had been attending a birthday party in the popular Freddy Fazbear's family Pizzeria. The boy had wandered over to the attraction known as Pirate Cove, and approached the attraction's only resident: Foxy the Pirate Fox. Or "Captain Foxy".

According to some eyewitnesses of the incident: the young boy had gotten a little too close to the animatronic during a routine performance when it suddenly clamped it's jaws around his skull. Children and parents who were present at the attraction immediately fled the scene. Despite the efforts of staff members, Foxy wouldn't release it's grip on the boy's head.

Eventually, it took brute force to release the boy from the aid of a crowbar. The action resulted in the animatron's lower jaw to be broken. 911 was called and paramedics arrived on the scene minutes later. Mitchell had fallen unconscious some time during the fray, possibly due to shock or blood loss, and was immediately taken into emergency care. All customers were quickly evacuated from the premises and the restaurant was shut down.

According to medical reports: Mitchell West had sustained a massive head injury due to how deep the puncture wounds were around his skull. His frontal lobe had received the most damage, and is now rendered useless. "It's amazing that this boy managed to survive." quoted the head surgeon of the emergency team that tried to repair the damage that'd been done to the boy's skull. "But now he's going to have to try and learn to live with little to no thinking process."

"It will be a long road to recovery for him." quoted another surgeon.

"Good God..." Mike whispered to himself as he stared wide-eyed at the screen. A hand hovering over his lips from the shock. The bite really was as bad as he originally thought it was.

The biting incident was eventually brought to court by Mitchell's family, who attempted to sue Fazbear Entertainment for the lack of control they had over their animatronics. Despite the evidence mounted against them, the company was eventually won over by the court.

"We had rules stating kids NOT to go near the animatronics while they're performing." said the manager during an interview outside of the courthouse. "What happened was clearly an accident out of childish curiosity, and the result of lacking supervision from the parents. But our staff would like to send our prayers out to the young boy for a speedy recovery."

Because of the accident, visitors to the pizzeria declined rather quickly. The Pirate Cove attraction was placed out of order while the Fazbear Band had their "Free-roaming" shut off. Three weeks later, Mitchell West had succumbed to his wounds and died in Maple Lake Hospital at 10:39 PM.

Mike sat in his chair in disbelief. Running his fingers through his hair as his mind processed through what he'd just read. One of the animatronics actually had a child killed? Wasn't it their job to make children happy? Then again, these weren't normal animatronics to begin with. And this was Foxy. Foxy. The same damn fox that tried to kill him the other day. It shouldn't surprise him that Foxy would be the one to commit such an act. But to a child?

I guess he couldn't take the heat anymore, the young man thought to himself. That's when the title of another article caught his eye just below the "Bite of '87" one. Mike scrolled down until the other article came into full view.

Kids vanish at local pizzeria - bodies not found

Five local children were reportedly lured into a back room during the hour of the infamous "Bite" on the day of June 26th. While video surveillance identified the man responsible and led to his capture the following day, the children themselves were never found and are presumed dead.

Police confirmed that the suspect dressed as a mascot to earn the children's trust.

The suspect, Kyle Winston, was charged and convicted on several accounts of kidnapping and murder. However, Winston's lawyer had blamed "a sudden impulse of mania" for his actions, and used the Insanity Defense. Despite protest from the families of the missing children, the Insanity Plea was approved by the court. Kyle Winston was then sent to St. Augustine's Psychiatric Ward for aid.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza has been fighting an uphill battle ever since to convince families to return to the pizzeria. When questioned about the restaurant's future, the CEO replied, "These characters will live on. In the hearts of kids, these characters will live on."

Mike sighed sadly and felt a wave of sympathy towards the families of the missing children. He closed his eyes and thought about the possibility that the giggles he heard might belong to the children that had their lives cut so short. The thought actually broke his heart a bit. A yawn slipped from between his lips and he immediately knew that it was time to hit the sack. There was still so much research to be done, but that would have to wait for another time.

Logging off, Mike changed into a shirt and a pair of shorts, and jumped into bed.

...

Mike found himself back in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza; standing underneath the flickering light of the West Hall, he was surprised he managed to spot the small silhouettes standing not far from him. Because of the lighting, he found it hard to see their faces. He called out to them, but they didn't respond. Did they even see him? The young man took a step forward, but stopped when the figures suddenly spun around and ran down the hall.

"Hey! Wait!" Mike called before chasing after them.

The playful giggles of children was the only thing he heard aside from his own heart beat inside. He only saw the backs of the figures, yet they seemed so far away. He didn't know why he was running after them, but he just felt a sudden impulse to do so.

"This way..." a small voice suddenly whispered in his ear.

What? Mike wanted to ask as he pumped his legs faster.

"This way... This way..."

Mike suddenly found himself catching up to the fig- children... It was quite obvious by now.

"Hurry!" another voice gasped. Panic clear in their tone.

"He's coming!" a third voice cried.

"Who's coming?"

The children suddenly stopped, and Mike stopped as well. In chilling unison, the children slowly raised their hands up horizontally before pointing at the darkness in front of them.

"HIM."

The last thing Mike saw before waking up was the outline of a rather large figure standing in the darkness. Two white dots staring back at him hauntingly as deep distorted laughter filled his ears...

...

Mike gasped, his eyes snapping open as he blindly tossed his blanket to the floor and sat up in bed. He placed his hand over his heart and took deep breaths to gather his composer. The sudden buzzing of his phone alarm going off caused him to jump and yelp in surprise. When he picked it up and read what it said, his eyes widened.

It was near closing time for the restaurant. He only had sixteen minutes to get ready and hit the road.

SHIT, I'm going to be LATE! he thought as he jumped out of bed, ran over to his closest to fetch a clean pair of clothes, and then rushed into the bathroom to get cleaned. After snatching up a protein bar on his kitchen counter he quickly left his apartment and ran to his car with only eleven minutes to go. Wait. Why do I care if I'm late? I fucking HATE that place! The man groaned and rubbed his face before concentrating on the empty black road ahead of him. When he arrived at the pizzeria the last family who visited had just pulled out of their parking spot. Mike parked in front of the building and sighed with relief.

He made it. And not a moment too soon.

...

The air in the office seemed a bit heavier than usual. Was it because of the fact that this was his fourth night on the job? Or the three plushies staring back at him with crudely stitched smiles. When he first walked into his office and found them sitting on his desk, he jumped back and nearly bumped into his employer. When he asked why they were there, the frail man grinned at him.

"I found those while cleaning out the store room. We already have enough plushies in stock, so I figured you might want some company while you work."

Oh, how Mike wanted to laugh right there and then. Whether this was a joke or not, he could care less. But now he would have to sit in his office all night with the plushie versions of the Fazbear Band staring at him the whole time with those glass eyes. He will admit that he was never much of a doll guy. Especially with stuffed animals. He was tempted to just get out of his chair and toss them all in the trash, because the last thing he needed were plushies of the animatronics staring at him all night. But he decided to just let it go. He checked his watch just as the big hand struck twelve. On que, the phone started to ring.

"Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day 4. I knew you could do it."

Mike raised his brow and leaned forward in his seat curiously. Something seemed off about this guy's voice. He sounded more nervous than in the last three recordings he did.

"Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow." A banging noise was suddenly heard in the background. "It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Uhm, I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you." The speaker paused and cleared his throat before continuing. "Hey, do me a favor. *bang bang* Maybe sometime you could check inside one of those suits in the back room? *bang bang* I'm gonna try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad. *bang bang* Uhh...I always wondered what was in those empty heads back there."

In the background a chime Mike never heard before started to play. It sounded like it was coming from a music box of sorts. A feeling of a dread quickly fell over him as he gripped the armrests of his chair tightly.

"You know...oh no-" Phone Guy's voice was suddenly cut off by a high-pitched screech, quickly followed by static before the recording ended.

Mike sat there, pale as a sheet. Hands gripping the ends of the armrests so tightly that his veins were beginning to show underneath his ivory skin. His throat dry with pure fear. He slowly looked down at the tablet he had in his lap and, with trembling hands, lifted it up. He pressed the power button and whimpered loudly when he was greeted by the faces of all three animatronics looking at the camera before the screen went black. He panicked and quickly flipped through the cameras.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" he cried when he saw that Foxy was already peeking out of his hole. "It's still midnight for Christ's sake!" The only reply he got was the elevator type music that played in the background almost every night. The office itself was unbearably hot now that he pulled the plug on the fan to save energy.

He gave the fox a dirty look before switching over to the Dining Area camera. He winced when he found Chica staring at him with a slack-jawed expression. The chick was clearly trying to taunt him in her own way. Mike shook his head and switched over to the West cameras. He stopped when he found Bonnie standing backstage. He briefly looked up at the Bonnie plush he had on his desk before looking back down at the screen. "They certainly made your plushie counterpart look more jovial than you actually are." he mused before switching cameras. Hesitantly, he switched over to West Hall camera (2B). Curious to see if he would encounter that poster again.

Once there, he found nothing out of the ordinary.

It's better that way, Mike thought stiffly. He would do anything just to avoid seeing those empty sockets again.

...

4:55 AM

Mike found himself on the verge of wetting himself. So far he's survived two encounters with Bonnie and four with Chica in the last three hours. Chica seemed to have the most joy in tormenting him with her slack-jawed expressions. Bonnie, however, never comes by much. But he always made it look like he was close. Always tempting him to close the door when it wasn't really necessary. Foxy hasn't moved during that time frame, and it was beginning to worry Mike as to why. When he last checked his power, it was a dreadful 39%. Yikes. After checking up on Foxy, the young man placed the tablet down to take a breather and allow his mind to rest a bit. He propped his head up against his fist and looked over to the plushies, who were just smiling at him.

"How long are you guys gonna keep this up?" he sighed. "Why are you even doing this? Why go through all the trouble to stuff me into a suit?" The plushies didn't reply, and simply continued to stare at him. Mike frowned a bit and was about to pick up his tablet when he suddenly heard a deep laugh. The young man froze in the position he was in. Keeping his eyes fixed ahead of him as his breathing started to become shakey.

It was a laugh that sounded vaguely familiar; it sounded much like the one from his recent dream. But not as distorted as that one. Either way, it was the same laugh. He flipped over to the Show Stage, and his heart stopped.

He's gone. HE'S gone.

Mike's hands started to shake so badly that his tablet fell out and landed on the tiled floor. Mike gasped and scrambled to pick it up. When he did he noticed that the screen now had a small crack on it. "Great." he growled under his breath. "Just fucking great." Surprisingly, it was still in good working condition. He frantically flipped through the cameras. Not caring about where Bonnie and Chica were. Not even caring if Foxy was out and about. The deep laughter that echoed throughout the building didn't help his growing paranoia.

Please! he begged mentally, Just show yourself already!

He then stopped dead when he reached Pirate Cove's camera. His eyes widened in sheer horror when he found the purple curtains wide open and the sign now reading "IT'S ME". A terrified shriek tore from Mike's throat as he immediately slammed down on the door button for the west door. He flipped to West Hall camera (2A) and found the fox dashing down with his bottom jaw flopping up and down. Mike curled in his chair when he heard the angry pounding against the metal door.

"OpEn tHe DaMN dOoR yE BlOOdY lANdLubBer!" the fox screeched. His voice had a pirate accent, but sounded broken and distorted. Mike was in shock since this was the first time one of the animatronics had truly spoken to him. He's seen them communicate with one another on camera, but they spoke in hushed whispers so he wouldn't hear what they were saying. But that was just by chance. A loud animalistic roar snapped Mike out of his thoughts and screamed in sheer horror when he saw the hook forcefully break through the protective metal separating him from the fox. Foxy yanked his hook out and peeked through the hole he made with his droopy eye.

Mike shedded a few tears before he looked down at his tablet. His heart sunk when he saw that he was just down to 10% battery life. He whimpered and brought his knees up to chest as Foxy cackled through the hole.

"LoOks LikE It'S tHE eNd Of tHe lINe fOr yE, MaTEy." he said wickedly while scraping his hook down the door. Leaving behind ragged lines.

"Just GO AWAY!" Mike cried as he started to rock back and forth in his chair slightly. "LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" He then gasped in alarm when everything suddenly went dark.

Foxy's ears perked up at this, and he immediately knew it was time to go. As silent as a leaf, he swiftly left the area and returned to his hiding spot behind the curtains of his cove. Mike felt his heart start to pick up speed, and he hugged his knees even closer to his chest. He checked his watch, but could barely make out the time. Mike's world came to can entire halt, however, when he heard the same music from the call start to play. It was close. Very close. He inched his head over to the West door as sweat from his face stained his shirt. What he saw standing in the doorway almost made him scream.

Standing there was the face of Freddy Fazbear himself; his eyes flashed in almost perfect unison to the music that played. The bear had his eyes fixed on the frightened man pressed against the old office chair and grinned widely. He took a step forward, and the young man winced. He loved it when they did that. The poor soul only gave himself away.

Mike closed his eyes tightly and held his breath. Remembering Phone Guy's idea, he tried to stay as completely limp as possible. His beating heart felt like it would break through his ribcage and out his chest like those infant xenomorphs from the Alien movies. Goosebumps appeared on his skin when he felt warm breath suddenly run down his neck as the music grew louder in his ears. The deep laughter from before rumbled in Freddy's chest as he brought his grinning face up to Mike's very closely. He placed a finger underneath the young man's chin and gently turned it. Mike struggled not to whimper when the giant bear wrapped his large hand around his neck.

Freddy's grin dropped; his ears perked upon hearing the happy jingle of the morning bell. His dark blue eyes flickered angrily, but he grinned down at Mike before releasing his neck and retreating into the shadows. Mike started to hyperventilate in his chair before he finally opened one eye to check if Freddy was truly gone. "Thank you God..." the young man whispered after seeing he'd survived another night. He rubbed his neck and shivered a bit as he ran his fingers over the goosebumps that now prickled his skin.

As he exited out of the changing room after switching back to his casual clothing, he was approached by his employer. "Good job, kid!" the sickly man said before coughing into his sleeve. "You've made it to day five unscathed. I will admit that nobody's last this long in the job."

"Yeah..." Mike rubbed the back of his neck. "Hey, listen, I gotta get going."

"Oh. Okay, then. See you tonight!" Fredrickson grinned at him nervously before making his way over to his own office.

Mike passed by a few other employees as he made his way over to his car. Once inside he knew right away he wouldn't be heading home so soon. He still had some questions that not even the internet could answer. There had to be something more then Freddy and his gang seeing him as a endoskeleton in need of a costume. They're too smart to think like that. He brought out his GPS and typed in the coordinates to St. Augustine's Psychiatric Ward. He needed to speak with the only other living night guard of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

He had to see Kyle Winston in person.

X.X

Before anybody says something, yes. I intentionally made some changes to the news articles for the story. One of the things that's AU is that the five murdered children were never stuffed into suits. So the pizzeria won't be shutting down because of health violations. Oh yeah. This fic will end on night six, but might have to be divided into two chapters.

Anyway, people seem to be liking this fic a lot. I will admit that it's not one of my best, but thanks for the support! :)