Warning: This chapter will contain mentions of child death. If you are uncomfortable, try to skip to the bottom. Thank you.
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Mike felt like he was in a horror movie. The fluorescent lights that hung over him casted a sickly green light on the walls of the waiting room. A variety of noises played around him; the screams of mental patients screaming in their cells echoing down the hollow white halls; several phones going off and getting answered; voices of people sharing gossip or discussing weekend plans.
Mike sat alone and kept to himself. He felt that if he engaged in a conversation with anyone he would only rant about what's been happening at his work place. About how the animatronics there constantly try to kill him. God knows how long it'll be until he becomes one of the patients that mindlessly roamed the halls of the sanatorium. Mike shivered at the idea of being placed in a padded room.
"Mike Schmidt?"
Mike looked up and met the brown gaze of a middle-aged nurse. "Yeah?" he asked.
"Come with me. Mr. Winston is ready to see you."
Mike swallowed a bit nervously and nodded. "Right." he said before standing up and following her. Mike made sure to stay close to the nurse as she led him down a seemingly endless corridor of rooms. He expected to see a lot of people in straight jackets and all the rooms being patted. Instead he was given seemingly sane people wandering around in robes. He could only assume that this must be the part of the ward for the least dangerous patients. The nurse then stopped in front of a door numbered "122", along with a nameplate below it saying "Kyle P. Winston". "Is this it?" he asked.
"Yep." the nurse replied with a nod.
Mike turned towards the old wooden door and bit his bottom lip nervously. "Is he...dangerous?" he asked. He needed to know. This is a murderer after all. A murderer of five innocent children who were never truly put to rest.
"As far as we know, I don't think so." the nurse replied as she skimmed through her tablet. "He's been well behaved during his stay here for twenty-seven years. Hasn't shown any signs of aggression towards the personnel here."
"Oh. Okay then." Mike chuckled sheepishly to himself before gripping the knob. When he entered the room, he pictured the killer to be a buff looking man with a few scars here and there. Maybe a tattoo or two. He would stare at him with cold, merciless eyes and a slightly sinister smirk on his dry lips. But what he got was the complete opposite.
An elderly man that looked to be in his early eighties was lying in a hospital bed hooked up to a few machines. Trimmed locks of dark silver hair were present on his scalp; wrinkles present on his features and reminded Mike of those hairless cats he's seen on tv. The man's ancient gray eyes were fixed blankly at the wall ahead of him. Pinned to said wall were old news paper articles dating back to the early 80s. Mike paused briefly to look at them before hearing the sheets shuffle on his right.
"And who are you?" Kyle asked in a shakey gruff voice. "Are you one of those new nurses? This place could use them you know."
Mike gave him a friendly smile and took a seat on the edge of his bed. "Hello, Mr. Winston, I'm Mike. I'm the current night guard for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."
The old man's eyes widened a bit in surprise. "O-oh! Is that so? I didn't think they were still hiring for that position." Kyle weakly brought his hand up to his mouth and coughed. Mike would've compared him to the current manager of the pizzeria if it weren't for the age difference. "Would you be so kind as to fetch an old man a glass of water, please?" Kyle managed to wheeze out while pointing a boney finger over to the sink. Mike looked over and nodded.
"Sure." he said before standing up and making his way over.
"How long have you been working there, boyo?" he heard Kyle ask behind him.
"Not very long, honestly." Mike replied as he filled a foam cup with cold water. "This is going to be my fifth night, actually." He heard Kyle make a surprised grunt. He couldn't blame him. He was surprised himself that he's made it this far.
"I've worked at Fazbear's since the spring of '87." Kyle said as he moved his head over to the window.
"So I see." Mike said before he handed him the cup of water.
"Thanks, boy." Kyle grunted while taking the cup out of Mike's hand.
Mike watched him bring the edge up to his quivering lips before taking small sips. He scooted a bit closer to the old man and helped him place the foam cup down on his nightstand. "Do you recall anything that happened on June 26th of 1987?" he asked. "Any...accident, that occurred?"
A saddened look appeared on Kyle's wrinkled face as he slowly trailed his eyes down to his lap. "Ah... yes... I remember..." He weakly turned his head over to the window again and watched a flock of birds pass by. "I never wanted any of it to happened, but he made me do it."
"Who did?" Mike asked. Kyle didn't answer him, and continued talking as though he wasn't there.
"They wouldn't leave me alone during my shift after I refused their request at first. They just kept coming and coming. Camping outside the doors and staring at me with those damn eyes of their's. I just wish I'd quit that job after my first week..."
"Mr. Winston..."
"I tried telling management, but they suspected me of tampering with the robots and threatened to fire me more then once. Heh. Those bastards."
"Mr. Winston-"
"I couldn't take it one night. I was losing my mind the longer I had to deal with it. I had to agree to his request. I would've done anything to make the nightmares and hallucinations stop. So I lured the children away while Foxy distracted everyone by sinking his teeth into that poor boy's skull. He was following orders, after all..."
Mike scowled as his patience slowly drained away. He leaned forward a bit and stared directly into the supposed killer's eyes. "WHO, Kyle? WHO made you do it? What HAPPENED on that day?"
Kyle turned his attention over to the younger man and stared back into his eyes blankly. "Freddy's sole purpose is to make children happy; he was supposed to entertain them along with his friends. But that bear was much more smarter than they originally intended him to be. All of them were."
Mike frowned slightly. "Kyle... please... I have to know. Did you murder those five children?"
The old man suddenly froze and he looked much paler than before. His old eyes started to water and his entire body shook slightly. "No. I would never bring myself to harm any child. I just took them to the back room and had 'em gagged and tied up. I never wanted to do it. I would never forget the fear in their young innocent eyes. But if I didn't do it, Freddy would've killed me. I was weak. Weak..."
"What?" Mike whispered.
"The accident between Foxy and the child wasn't an accident. It was all part of that bear's plan. Chica originally volunteered to do the bite, but Foxy wanted it more. He didn't expect to get his jaw forced open by a crowbar, though. I merely played the role as the pawn for Freddy. He made me wear this old costume of his to lure the children in; his original costume was golden, but it didn't do very well. I waited for them that night. They let me go after that, but my services were still needed. They made me stay in the office until they were done. I asked Freddy what they were going to do with the children, but he merely told me he was going to show them 'the joy of creation'."
Mike furrowed his eyebrows as he glared at the elderly man. Not knowing whether or not he should really believe him. Then again. He did come here for answers, and right now he was getting them. All he can do is give him the benefit of a doubt and hope that he isn't some senile old coop who's behind the murder of five innocent kids. His face softened, however, when he noticed tears begin to roll down his slightly sunken cheeks.
"Had I known his true intentions, I would've never done it. I would've quit and never return. Those kids would still be alive if I hadn't given in so easily..." Kyle paused for a long while until he exhaled a long sigh. "I must've fallen asleep during that time, because the next thing I remember is waking up with my face against the floor. Bonnie and Foxy were standing over me; they didn't look very happy. They forced me to my feet and dragged me to the room where I brought the kids to." The man's voice cracked as more tears started to fall silently and hit his bed sheets.
"What happened? Tell me..." Mike asked softly. His heart starting to race in his chest.
Kyle turned his head back to the window. "I vomited when I saw what they did to the kids; I barely recognized them at first. It was a mess... Just a big mess... I didn't realize I was standing in their blood until I opened my eyes after vomiting." He let out a choked sob and buried his face in his fragile hands. "It was horrible... They were just... in pieces... Freddy's paws were dripping with blood; he saw me and grinned. For a moment I forgot who he really was because of the blood that covered most of him..."
Mike was beginning to feel sick himself. He found all this hard to take in because of how outlandish it was. He can believe that Foxy intentionally bit down into a child's skull, but the idea of them actually performing premeditated murder? That's just crazy! The whole idea of homicidal animatronics is crazy! Mike thought to himself. He then looked back at the old man, who was still crying. "The bodies." the young man added. "What happened to the bodies? They were never found." Mike cringed when he saw the sullen look the old man now gave him.
"We burned them..." Kyle replied monotonously. His eyes fixed on his now wet hands. "Stuffing them in suits would've been too risky. There was a large furnace they had in the basement. I had to be the one to take them down and...toss them in..."
"Jesus Christ..." Mike whispered in shock and horror. His blue eyes now as wide as saucers.
"I lost it then... I threatened to expose them to the police, even though they wouldn't believe me right away. I ran off after that, but Foxy gave chase and ran after me. He was always the fastest of the four. He tackled me just as I reached the main doors, but I fought back. I made sure I kicked his ass good before running out. I didn't look back. I just got in my truck and drove off as fast as I could. That was the last I saw of those robots. The next morning the police came knocking on my door and my life ended from there... I'm sorry, children. I'm so, so, sorry..."
Mike stared at him silently as his mind went through all the bits of information he received. What felt like hours was actually minutes when Mike finally stood up and gave the old man a small nod. "Thanks, Kyle." he said as he gripped the doorknob tightly. "That's all I needed to know." With that, he opened the door and left just as the innocent man closed his eyes and wept quietly.
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Mike felt exhausted.
He rubbed the side of his face just as the midnight bell rang in his ears faintly. The plushies were still on his desk, staring at him. He sneered at them before picking up his tablet and switching it on. Let's just get this night over and done with, he thought. He was a bit taken by surprise when heard the phone ring. But how could this be? Phone Guy sounded like he was- a cold chill ran down Mike's spine as he froze completely in his seat. A deep, dark voice spoke through the small speaker and bounced off the walls around him as it rambled unintelligible nonsense. Screeches were heard in between until it finally stopped completely. Trembling, Mike scooted his chair over to the desk and pressed down on the rewind button.
"Oh my god..." he whispered fearfully as he listened to the new message that now played. Although he could barely make out some phrases and words.
"...by fuller use of your marvelous mechanism. Would it not be easily possible to employ some of them in quick laboratory experiments to indicate the influence of various..."
Mike curled himself into a tight ball on his chair. Hugging the tablet close to his chest as he desperately tried to ignore the haunting message.
"You are right. Countless uses...will be made by future gener-... They all will know I bring the joy of creat-"
"SHUT UP!" Mike lunged forward, not caring if he dropped the tablet, grabbed the phone and yanked it off the desk, separating it from the cord it was attached to. He then threw it out the right door and heard it smash against the wall before falling to the floor in pieces. Mike stood where he was, panting a bit, before he bent down and picked up his tablet. In the distance he heard the familiar deep laugh of Freddy as he slowly sat down in his seat.
"Just stop it... Just stop it... Please..." he whispered. He now understood why Kyle gave in so easily. And to think he must've delt with this since spring! But not only that, he was innocent. He didn't get much sleep because of everything he learned from the former night guard that morning. With what little sleep he had, he decided to work on his sketch before coming to work. It was coming out quite well. All he needed to do is add a few finishing touches and it'll be done. But he couldn't think about that right now. He needed to make it out alive first.
He switched on his tablet and let out a surprised scream when he was greeted by Bonnie's face being a little too close to West Camera (2B). His rose red irises narrowed up directly at the camera lens along with a sly smirk. "Come out and play, Mike~" the rabbit purred in a suave, English accent voice as his eyes turned dark and two white dots replacing his pupils.
"Fuck off." Mike spat before switching cameras. He cringed and pressed himself against his chair when he was greeted by Chica's slack-jawed face looking up at him in East Hall camera (2B). The young man saw the wicked glint in her narrowed eyes and he immediately switched over to Pirate Cove. Thankfully, Foxy didn't seem ready to show himself yet. He sighed with relief and switched over to the Show Stage, where his heart skipped a beat.
Freddy had moved from his original spot and was pressing his face a bit too close to the camera. His eyes completely black with two white specks floating in the center. The camera only showed the top portion of the wide inhuman grin he had on his maw. A whimper slipped from Mike's lips as he stared into the other's eyes.
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5:06 AM
"Please, please, please..." Mike prayed softly under his breath as he watched with shakey eyes as his battery life reached 15%. "Please, God, please. Please let me make it through tonight. Please. Please. Please..." He switched over to Pirate Cove and let out a choked sob when he found it empty. He quickly slammed down on the door button and winced when he saw the battery life drain faster.
"MiCHaEL SChmIdT!" Foxy's broken voice screeched through the hole he made. "YeR gOnnA WaLk ThE plAnK tOniGhT, lAdDie!" He then forcefully thrust his hook into the hole, surprising Mike and causing him to scream. The fox then brought his bare robotic hand over and gripped the edge before forcefully making the hole a bit wider. He poke his head through and grinned widely when he spotted the young man pressed against his chair fearfully. His eye patch shot up, revealing his good eye, and he screeched loudly.
"Just... FUCK OFF!" Mike screamed before blindly reaching out and slamming down on the door button. Foxy's eyes flickered in horror when he was suddenly lifted off the ground and felt a painful pressure being applied around his neck. Mike stared dumbfoundedly as the door struggled to close and Foxy's legs and arms flailed frantically as he tried to pull himself out. The fox spat and shot out distorted curses and threats that would've been too vulgar for a kid's show. Electrical noises were heard as wires in and around Foxy's neck started to snap. Eventually he fell completely mute and made noiseless gags as the metal slowly cut into his fragile neck.
Mike blankly pressed down on the door button and Foxy was brought back down with his head slightly hanging. The Foxy weakly narrowed his eyes over to the stunned human and spat out a muted curse. Mike pressed on the door button again and the sound of groaning metal filled his ears. Foxy's head bent in a angle that would've killed a human. His golden eyes started to flicker as the last of his neck cables snapped. Mike flinched at the loud noise Foxy's head made when it finally hit the floor smoking; the fox's limp body laid just a few inches behind it outside the doorway. The young man loomed over the severed head as the life in his eyes finally died out. He cautiously nudged it with his foot before jumping when the power went out.
SHIT! he thought to himself. He frantically looked around for a place to hide and frowned when he realized he would have to hide underneath his desk. It was either that, or getting stuffed in a suit. The young man quickly duck under, knocking his hat off, and pressed himself as far back as he could until he heard the wall creak softly in his ears. He softened his breathing and closed eyes tightly, silently praying that he wouldn't be seen. He tensed when he heard heavy footsteps suddenly enter the small office before stopping.
A high-pitched wail filled the empty vacuum, followed by what sounded like a clang. Distorted sobbing noises quickly followed. Mike peeked over his shoulder slightly and nearly gasped out loud when he saw Chica's yellow form on her knees, hugging Foxy's head. While he was unable to see it, oily tears rolled down her face and stained Foxy's crimson fur.
"Foxy!" the chick cried in a thick southern accent. "FOXY!" Chica held the head of her now expired brother figure as gently as she could; the strength she was using caused a few places to dent slightly. Her processor couldn't handle this much emotion at once, and it felt like her head would explode in any second. She threw her head back and unleashed a deafening screech as rage replaced the sorrow she felt. "MICHAEL SCHMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDT!"
Mike whimpered quietly at hearing his name being yelled out so angrily. He could feel the vengeful poison that dripped from the words as they spilled out from her beak. Chica got to her feet, dropping Foxy's head unintentionally, before blindly reaching over to the chair. She grabbed and viciously slammed it against the wall like a wrestler. She then slammed it down again until it broke in two. She threw her head back and screamed before tossing the severed pieces aside and turning her burning rage over to the desk. Using both her arms she swiped them across the smooth surface and knocked whatever was on it right off.
Mike flinched when he heard the old monitors and fan crash to the floor close to him. He tried to remain as still as possible while Chica continued her vengeful assault on the office. She punched the walls, tore posters and drawing to shreds, and even shattered one of the bullet proof windows with one punch. She was so blinded by rage that she lost all control of her senses. Mike could dread to think of how Chica would react if she found him hiding just under her "nose". Chica slowly raised her fist, bent on slamming it down on the desk, when it was suddenly grabbed by stronger force.
Chica snapped her head over to her left and was met with Bonnie's red gaze. He kept a firm grip on her wrist and prevented her from moving it. She narrowed her eyes dangerously at the rabbit and struggled in his hold.
"ReLEaSe mE." she snapped with her voice distorted.
"CALM." Bonnie hissed as he tightened his grip. Leaving a few small dents around her wrist the harder she struggled.
Mike could only see the legs of the animatronics from where he was at, but clearly heard what they were saying. Surprisingly enough, it interested him to see how they would communicate. This time it would be in person, and not from the video feed. He can already tell that Chica was struggling even more by how her legs were turning.
Chica felt herself begin to grow tired and started to cry again. She fell forward and Bonnie immediately caught her with his other arm before using both to help keep her standing."Love..." the purple rabbit murmured as he rubbed her back in a comforting manner.
"Foxy!" the chick wailed. Her voice laced with static. "That bastard human murdered Foxy!I WiLl kIlL HiM!"
Bonnie said nothing as Chica unleashed a wave of dire threats and vengeful promises while he continued to comfort her the best he could. He looked down and spotted Foxy's severed head lying beside their feet. His ears lowered sadly. "We'll bring him back, love..." he whispered to her as she blindly continued to rage in his face. "I promise. We'll bring him back. We'll take him to Freddy. He'll know how to fix him..." But deep inside, Bonnie knew these were just empty words. The damage was too great for them to try and fix. They were supposed to be creating, not fixing. The only reason why he was saying this is to prevent Chica from tearing the whole place down.
Chica slowly started to calm down and stared into her friend's eyes with a glint of hope. "R-really?" she asked.
Bonnie put up his best smile and nodded. "Really."
"Really, really?"
"Really, really..."
"... Ok..."
Bonnie smiled and gently patted her head. "Good girl." he said before walking over and scooping up Foxy's limp body. Chica picked up Foxy's head and cradled it in her arms as she silently followed the rabbit out and down the hall. Mike waited until he heard their footsteps become distant to exhale the breath he didn't know he was holding. His joints and neck were beginning to feel sore from the position he was in and was about to crawl out when he suddenly heard singing coming from outside the left door.
"Da da dum dum dum dum, dum dum dum diddly doom doom doom, diddly doom, dum dum diddly dum dum dum dum..."
Mike's blood seemingly turned to ice and the color drained from his face. His eyes remained fixed over his shoulder as the singing grew closer and closer. He recognized the song as the one he would hear in Pirate Cove, except he knew it wasn't Foxy who was singing it. Freddy's heavy footsteps entered the office before stopping in the center.
"Congratulations, Michael." he said. His deep voice slightly echoing down the halls of the pizzeria. "You've survived your first week here. But..." The morning bell went off as he smirked down at the crouched figure hiding underneath the desk. "I'll see you ToMoRRow." With that, he left.
Mike weakly crawled out and shakely got to his feet. Grunting from the pain he now felt in his joints. He paused and surveyed the damage around him. Chica had really unleashed all her rage upon the small room. He heard footsteps stop behind him; a small gasp of surprise quickly broke the silence.
"What in God's name happened in here!?" the manager said as he stared at the mess before him. It looked like a tornado had gone through and wrecked the entire place. Mike slowly turned to the frail man with a tired expression.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." he said monotonously.
Fredrickson's right eye twitched, but calmly kept his professional composer. "Well... Uhh... You survived the fifth night! Congrats!" The manager threw his hands up and grinned at the young man. Seemingly forgetting about the damage done to the office. "Well... The moment of truth has arrived." He reached into his pocket and dug through it briefly before pulling out a slip of paper and handing it over to Mike with a wide grin. "Here's your payment for the week! Good job sport!"
Mike stared blankly at his paycheck of a hundred and twenty dollars. He was tempted to laugh when he saw the "Valued Employee" part. He gently folded the slip and calmly made his way over to the changing room.
"Oh, yeah!" Fredrickson called after him. "If you'd like you can work overtime tonight."
Mike stopped.
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Well... I beat Five Nights at Freddy's yesterday. Yay! I would've won sooner if it hadn't been for that stupid CHICA! (No. Seriously. She always goes after my ass. It's really annoying)
Sorry for the late update. I had a Econ and Physics test last week. And a College comp paper. Currently I need to study for a College Speech test and Usage test. And work on a Speech assignment. Yeah! College classes suck! :D
I'm soooooooo sorry for killing off Foxy :( I love Foxy just as much as anyone else, but it was necessary for the story! I'm sorry Foxy! *Hugs Foxy*
Foxy: No hard feelings, lass :)
Anyway, I will also like to mention that the thing between Chica and Foxy isn't shipping related. While I do kinda ship them, I mostly see them with a big brother-little sister bond then anything since I consider Freddy to be a Father figure to all of them and Bonnie being the big brother/role model for both Foxy and Chica. Foxy would be the second older brother and Chica would be the youngest of the family. I like to see them as one big furry family. (I don't like it when people have Freddy and the gang hate on Foxy, but that's just me)
Is it bad that my headcannon for Bonnie is that he speaks in a English accent and is practically that one family member who's the lone wolf type?
I don't know...
And thanks for the additional Favs and Follows, too! :D And the reviews ^-^