Mike slammed his front door behind him and placed his car keys and paycheck on the kitchen counter. He dragged himself over to his couch and allowed himself to fall on it. He stared up at the ceiling with his feet propped up on the armrest as the night's events played back in his head. The phone call; Foxy's demise; Freddy's words; he wondered how the bear knew he would be returning tonight? Some time during his shift he heard children giggling in a few places, but it wasn't as lively as before. Did the children even mean him harm? In his last dream they looked like they were trying to warn him about something. Most likely Freddy.

Those poor souls... he thought sadly as he rolled to his side and faced the dark screen of his television set. I wish I knew how to help... To set them free... Drowsiness started to overcome him and his eyes started to droop tiredly. The young man forced himself to his feet and dragged himself to his bedroom, where he changed into his sleeping clothes and plopped into bed. However, he found himself just staring at the ceiling with nothing on his mind. The drowsiness was still there, but he found it hard to sleep after what happened. He tried using different positions, but sleep wouldn't come. Yet he felt exhausted as hell.

"C'mon..." he grumbled against his pillow. "Just let me sleep..."

After what felt like an eternity, sleep finally came.

...

Mike backed himself against a wall backstage as Foxy's shadow filled the entire room in inky black darkness. Foxy's form completely blocking out the doorway and preventing him from escaping. The silhouette was menacing and sent cold chills down his spine. The only thing that stood out from the fox were his golden eyes that seemed to burn with the utmost hate that could come from a machine. He cowered in fear and struggled to stay on his feet as the unforgiving fox approached him.

"P-please..." Mike managed to whimper out. Even though it was the only thing he could manage to say at the moment.

Fox said nothing in return. Instead he stopped only a few feet from him and continued to stare at him. His eyes reminded him of gold coins lying under the sun on a beach...

Without warning, the fox slowly lifted his hooked hand and pointed it over to a door that Mike never noticed was there. How did he miss it? He wasn't so sure right now. He couldn't think straight with a angry fox staring at him the entire time. His eyes quickly darted over to the door, and then quickly back at Foxy. "Y-you want me t-to open that door?" he stammered.

The fox nodded his head slowly. Making an eerie squeaking noise as he did so. At that moment his head then leaned forward before breaking off and landing at Mike's feet with a clang that echoed throughout the entire room. Mike continued to stare at the now headless body as it continued to point at the door. The young man cautiously made his way over, not taking his eyes off the body the entire time until he reached the door itself. He examined the door the best he could before noticing that it looked fairly new. As a matter of fact, the entire room he was in looked new. With the little light he had, he saw the newly polished floors and repainted walls around him. He was beginning to question if he was still in the same backstage area. He turned back to the new door and gripped the silver knob tightly until his knuckles turned white.

He looked over his shoulder briefly and saw that Foxy's body hasn't moved from its original position. He sighed with relief and turned back to the door. Gulping nervously, he pushed it open...

...

Mike snapped open his eyes and made a sharp gasp before sitting up in bed with his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. He looked over himself and frowned when he saw that his clothing and sheets were covered in sweat. Again.

"Goddamn it..." he muttered before tossing his blanket aside and throwing his legs over the edge. He shuddered as his bare feet touched the cold wooden floor while he reached over to his nightstand to pick up his phone. He checked the time while rubbing his right eye and smiled when he saw that he still had a half hour to go until work. He peeked through the blinds that covered his bedroom window, seeing that it was already starting to get dark out.

The sky was a shade of yellow, orange, red, and lavender as the sun started to set over the horizon. A few windows from nearby apartments were already switched on. He spotted the silhouettes of cartoonish pilgrims, turkeys, and other stickers that were stuck to the windows. He perked up at this and realized it was only a week until Thanksgiving. He was so busy with work that he forgot completely. He then frowned and shook his head.

There's no point in celebrating, he thought bitterly as he picked up his sketch pad and other drawing utensils after turning away from the window. I barely have any family left to show thanks to anywa- The pencil and eraser he held in his hand suddenly fell out and bounced off the floor slightly. His blue eyes fixed themselves on the sketch he's been working on the entire week since his first nightmare about the animatronics. But he doesn't recall adding the finishing touches so soon...

The hand he held his sketch pad in started to tremble slightly as he took in every little detail that was present on the drawing before him. It was just as he imagined in his head: Freddy Fazbear standing in a dark background with a huge grin on his face; his eyes nothing but two dots that floated in the center of two empty sockets. His two giant paws resting a bit too snuggly on the shoulders of a small boy who had a fearful expression on his face. Tears running down his cheeks as he stared back at him in both terror and sorrow. But what hit him hard were the many "It's me"s that were scribbled all around them. Mike didn't recall ever adding those in, let alone finishing the drawing. It struck fear to his heart and he let out a choked cry before throwing the book to the floor.

"Goddamn it!" he cried as he turned and punched the wall in front of him. Gritting his teeth as tears started to roll down his cheeks. "Fuck it! Just fuck it all!" Why was this happening to him? He did nothing wrong. All he wanted was to find a job that could help pay for food so he wouldn't have to go to the local food bank every week. The inheritance he got after his parents deaths were enough to pay for his car and rent for a few years. He pressed his forehead against his wrist on the wall and allowed the rest of his tears to fall until he heard the vibration of his phone as it went off. He didn't bother picking up the sketch pad as he left for work.

He just left it as it was on the floor; the bear and child staring up at the ceiling with their lifeless expressions.

...

The radio music didn't help soothe Mike's nerves as he drove down the dark road. He didn't bother singing to Walking on Sunshine when it started to play. When he pulled up to the parking lot he spotted Mr. Fredrickson just exiting out of the building. He raised his hand up to shield his eyes a bit from his headlights as he pulled up.

"Hey there, sport!" he greeted him with a anxious grin. "Good to see that you made it for another night."

"Yeah. Sure." Mike replied as he walked by him and pushed open the door. He made his way down a aisle of tables before stopping in front of the stage where Freddy and his gang performed during the day. The star patterned curtains were already closed in front of them, but he could still feel their eyes bore into him with malicious glee. He had a feeling deep inside that Chica would be going after him the most tonight, remembering how she reacted the previous night. He then continued his way and walked by Pirate Cove. He stopped briefly to stare into the darkened stage, since the curtains were still wide open, and wondered what it must've been like during the Golden Days of Freddy's. He will admit that this place really did have a lot of potential if it hadn't been for the incidents in '87.

He continued his way over to the Changing Room down the West Hall when he noticed the doorway to the Backstage area out of the corner of his eye. His hand hovered over the door knob as he continued to stare at the slightly open door over his shoulder that read "EMPLOYEES ONLY" on the front and above the doorway. Immediately, he thought back to Phone Guy's last few words before his...termination.

"Hey, do me a favor. Maybe sometime you could check inside one of those suits in the back room?"

Mike looked away and sighed heavily to himself before pushing open the door. By the time he finished putting on his uniform it was almost midnight. He stepped out and continued his way to his workplace.

His office was surprisingly in much better condition than it was earlier in the day. Everything had been cleaned up and there was a new chair waiting for him inside. The broken window, which was the left one, had a piece of cardboard covering it until they could get it replaced. But this immediately made Mike concerned about determining whether or not Bonnie was still at the door. The poster and drawings that had been shredded during Chica's rage were long gone; the old monitors and fan that had been on his desk were also gone. All that remained on his desk were the three plushies and the cupcake, which still remained on one of the old stereo systems that were still standing.

He picked up the tablet, which now had a few more cracks on the screen, and took a seat in his chair just as it struck twelve. He waited to hear the phone ring until he remembered that he practically broke the thing after the fifth call. He actually felt a bit guilty about it, but quickly shook it off and switched on the tablet.

The screen flickered and glitched briefly before settling down. The damage to it was far worse than he originally thought it was. He peered at the fuzzy image of the Fazbear Band before realizing that Chica was missing from her spot. "Shit!" he cursed under his breath before going through the other cameras. When he couldn't find her in any of the East rooms, nor hear anything from the kitchen, he immediately checked his door. The light buzzed to life, but revealed nothing standing by the window. This worried Mike almost instantly.

W-where'd she g-, Mike's thoughts were instantly caught off when everything suddenly went out. Mike snapped his head down to his tablet and frantically hit the power button, but nothing happened. He tried the door lights; he received the same results. This couldn't be happening. He still had 79% power left, and it was only 12:39! Unless...

"You cut the power..." the young man whispered shakely to himself. "You bastards... You bastards cut the FUCKING POWER!"

The familiar deep, spine-chilling, laughter answered him. Infuriated, Mike let out a roar of rage before throwing his tablet at the plushies that sat on his desk, but missed. This only angered him more, and he lunged forward and grabbed the nearest plushie he saw. He mercilessly ripped the Bonnie plush limb from limb before turning his attention over to the Chica plush, next. Cotton fell around him like snowflakes as he finished ripping up the Freddy plush. Mike stood where he was, panting heavily, and looked around the room trying to figure out what to do next.

He still heard the familiar ticking of the battery powered clock that hung on the wall, but that didn't ease the growing anxiety he now had in him. He didn't think they'd actually go as far as to cut the power itself. Then again, he didn't have a clue as to where the generator could be located. Mr. Fredrickson never did tell him where it was. He always guessed that it must be located out back. He quickly went through his pockets and paled when he realized he left his phone back home. So much for a potential light source...

All I need to do is find and get the generator up 'n running again, he mentally told himself. It was slightly reassuring, but not enough. He didn't dare to step out of the office without a flashlight of sorts, or something that could help him see in the dark. He checked through each of the desk's drawers until he heard something roll out from one of them. He wrapped his hand firmly around the thick object and, through what little visibility he had, examined it. His heart leaped for joy when he discovered it to be a flashlight. It didn't take him long to find the switch.

He aimed it forward, since he wasn't planning on blinding himself, and clicked on the button while silently praying that it would work. He quickly regretted doing so.

The bright light shined on fake yellow fur that looked dirty and worn out after years of neglect. Her pupils made no reaction towards the sudden brightness and remained fixed on the man holding the flashlight. Beak dropped wide open to reveal the chilling pair of teeth of her endoskeleton clenched tightly in the back. The fear that flashed across the young man's face caused excitement to surge through her circuits. An excitement she hasn't felt in decades. The metal in her neck groaned as she cocked her head almost completely to the side as she continued to stare menacingly at the man with her usual slack-jawed face.

"Hello MiCHaEl." Chica said as her voice distorted into a broken mess. "ReADy tO hAvE SoME fUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUn!?"

Mike screamed and flung the tablet at her. The tablet smashed against the chick's face and actually caused her to step back a bit and wipe some glass fragments from the screen off. Mike saw the opportunity and immediately bolted out of the room and dashed down the West Hall. Behind him he heard Chica let out a frustrated, high-pitched, screech before running out of the office and gave chase. Mike made a sharp turn once in the Dining Area and continued running until he reached the East Hall. Chica crashed into the end of a table, but continued running after him.

Having never been to this part of the building, he frantically looked around with his flashlight to find a place to hide in. He soon found a pair of double doors off to the right with a small circular window on each door. He quickly had a hunch that they led to the kitchen, and forced them open. Mike stopped and shone his light around the rather large room; the kitchen itself looked like any other one you'd find in a restaurant. Out of all the other rooms he's seen in this place, this looked to be the most well kept.

It's no wonder they haven't shut down yet, Mike mused. The sound of heavy footsteps pounding against the floor quickly reminded him as to why he was here in the first place. He looked around in hope for a possible hiding place. While he was surrounded by many possible weapons to defend himself, none of them would probably be able to even leave a scratch on a animatronic who's hell bent on revenge. His light then bounced off of a reflective surface in the back. He quickly made his way over and grinned happily when he saw that it was a red box containing a fire axe.

Now that's a weapon he could fend off with.

He then frowned when he spotted the keyhole above the glass casing. His heart started to race when he heard a door outside break. He spotted a frying pan lying on the smooth, stainless steel surface of one of the tables that stretched across the room.

"... Fuck it." Mike reached over, grabbed the handle firmly, and swung the pan against the glass case. The first strike left a large crack. With a loud grunt, he swung again. The glass shattered a bit, but not entirely. Mustering all the strength he had, Mike gave one final swing. The glass shattered completely, exposing the axe. Grinning, he threw the pan aside and reached for it with anticipation.

Bang

Mike spun around just as a flash of dirty yellow barreled through the doors. Chica raised her head and screeched a deafening screech upon seeing him. Mike screamed and quickly threw the closest thing he saw at her. The object, a smaller pan, barely left a scratch, and only aggravated the chick more. Mike dropped his flashlight and turned back to the axe. He grabbed the smooth wooden handle and struggled to hold up. He never was very strong.

Chica charged Mike without thinking about the axe he now had in his hands. Mike swallowed and held the axe firmly as he waited for the chick to come closer. As he did he wondered if the axe really is strong enough to leave any damage on the animatronic herself.

Only one way to find out...

Chica grew nearer to Mike and lunged at him with her hands out. Mike closed his eyes and let out a cry as he swung the axe at her face. A static noise was heard and he opened one eye to see the blade of the axe buried in Chica's left eye. Chica suddenly stilled, and had a rather dumbfounded expression on her face as her processor struggled to process what just happened. She then made a panicked cry when she realized she couldn't see from her left eye.

"TAkE iT OuT! tAKe It oUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" she screamed in his face as she struggled to pull the axe out.

Mike made a surprised cry and struggled to pull the axe out of her eye. The constant movement he made with the axe only dug itself further in. Chica screamed in sheer agony as the blade shattered the left optic of her endoskeleton completely. Smoke spewed from the socket, followed by a few sparks that flew out. The emotion she felt was becoming too much for her A.I. to handle all together. Her limbs and body started to twitch as the blade dug itself into her processor. With one mighty heave, Mike yanked the axe out and stumbled back.

He looked back at Chica and found her twitching all over the place as more smoke puffed from left socket. Her head twitched and contorted as she slowly turned to face Mike once more. Her remaining eye abruptly coming to a halt and focusing on him with nothing but pure malice. She slowly reached a twitching hand out to him as a distorted groan left her. Mike screamed and swung the axe once more. The blade struck her throat and dug deep into it. The animatron made a strangled cry that was abruptly muted after her vocal wires snapped. Mike pulled out with a bit more ease and oil spilled out from the gash. Not in large gushes, but in small streams.

Chica stumbled until her back hit the edge of one of the tables and gripped it tight enough to leave dents. Oil and other robotic fluids now stained her bib and dripped to the floor. Mike approached her slowly with the axe in hand. He stared blankly at her slack-jawed face and remembered how much he hated seeing it. With one final swing, he struck her neck and beheaded her completely. The last thing Chica made was a soft, surprised grunt, before her head rolled off her shoulders and landed on the floor while her body fell limp against the table in a slouched sitting position. The scene reminded Mike of the way that Golden Freddy was sitting when he first saw him in his office.

He stumbled back, realizing the deed he'd just done. Oil trailed down the handle and on to his hands like blood. He had just killed another one. How were the others going to react when they find out that their back-up singer is gone? Mike didn't want to wait and find out. He picked up his flashlight and quickly exited out of the kitchen. Once outside he quickly shined his light on his watch and read the time.

2:12 AM

He still had a while to go. A thought suddenly came into mind: how was he going to explain this to the boss? He seemed like a nice guy, but the last thing he wanted is to find out what his bad side is like. It's moments like this that actually made him wish the animatronics had killed him.

First things first, though: I need to find that generator, he reminded himself firmly. Maybe he could check the manager's office first? That didn't seem like a bad option. From what he remembers, it's just pass the arcade section of the building. But that would mean he'd have to go through the Dining Area with only a flashlight as a light source... He didn't like the idea, but it would be something he needed to do. He quickly made his way down the hall and noticed that a few rooms had their doors kicked in. Chica really went all out trying to find him.

He cautiously peered out and scanned the area closely with his light. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, nor out of place. He sighed softly with relief and slowly stepped out of the corridor and pressed himself against the wall. He noticed his flashlight begin to flicker and his eyes widened with panic. He quickly made his way through the Dining Area and pass the arcade until he finally reached the Manager's office. Without bothering to check, he quickly went inside and locked the door behind him. He pressed his back against the door to catch his breath.

He really needed a breather right now. He was beginning to think his heart would explode if this kept up. The light from his flashlight dimmed a bit, but he was still able to see with it. He removed his cap and wiped his forehead with his wrist. He hadn't realized it right away, but he was sweating profusely. His uniform was beginning to feel cold and uncomfortable because of it. After letting his heart slow down he approached the Manager's desk and frowned when he saw how much of a mess it was in.

Papers, bills, and envelopes labeled "OVERDUE" in faded red text on the front, were piled up on top of one another. Mike saw a letter that caught his interest and shined his light on it. He learned that it was a notification stating that the place is due to shut down by the end of the year because of financial issues and too many debts from the bank that haven't been paid. It would explain the use of a generator during his shift, and the shitty payment. "Well what do you know." Mike snorted softly to himself before placing the paper back on the desk with the rest of the pile. He raised his light and approached some filing cabinets. He opened a random one and his jaw dropped from the rows of folders placed in alphabetical order.

The cabinet was labeled "Deceased", and he could already guess what it was for. He quickly closed the cabinet and groaned loudly in the empty room. It would take him all night to find any sort of hint as to where the generator was located. He groaned loudly and hit his forehead against the wall. A few photo frames rattled above him, but he could care less. Perhaps if he'd known this place was a Chuck E Cheese's from hell, and that the animatronic characters were after his ass, he would've gotten a job somewhere doing dishes!

"Fuck me..." he sighed to himself before backing away from the wall and shining his flashlight on the pictures that hung in front of him. In front of him were four news articles that dated back to the early '80s, upon closer inspection. Mike spotted two of them talking about the disappearances and "the Bite". He then turned his attention to the two other articles that hung a few inches from them. One was titled "Freddy Fazbear's family Pizzeria: Grand Opening", with a faded black and white photograph of the restaurant underneath it. He barely made out the four people who stood in front of the doors; one was dressed in a Freddy Fazbear costume and must've been waving at the camera when the picture was taken.

Mike then trailed his light to the article below it. This one portrayed no image, but contained a lot of text that managed to catch his interest. He peered through the slightly dusty casing and read.

A miracle - reported missing child found alive!

A child believed to be linked with the disappearances of five children in Fazbear's Pizza was found hiding backstage by staff members the following day. The child, described as being "covered in blood and in shock" by staff when found, was immediately handed in to police custody and taken to Maple Lake Hospital for physical and psychological evaluation. The blood on the child's clothing confirmed that it belonged to at least two of the missing children.

The child was later identified as three year old Michael Schmidt, one of the children who was seen following the suspect in the security footage.

Wait. What?

Mike rubbed his eyes and then re-read the top portion. His name was on the paper. Why was his name on this article!? The hand carrying his flashlight started to tremble as he resumed reading. Lips quivering.

When questioned, Michael, monotonously, only replied with, "They wanted to show us the 'Joy of Creation'." before going into a sudden outburst of tears. What this means is still being investigated by authorities, but it is currently believed to be a tactic the suspect must've used to lure the children in.

"It's a tragedy." says one of the staff members who found him. "We can only hope towards a healthy recovery for such a tragic loss of innocence."

"It may be long road to recovery for him." stated Michael's doctor. "All we can do now is pray."

This can't be happening... This. Can't. Be. Real.

Mike backed away from the article until his back was pressed against an old bookshelf across from it. A few of the books that stood loose from the shelves fell, causing him to jump. He glared down at the books in annoyance and did took deep, slow breaths to calm himself down.

Splinters suddenly showered him from behind as the door was smashed in half by a brute inhuman force. Mike immediately shielded his eyes with his arms as he was knocked back a bit. A familiar face entered the office; standing tall, purple, and crimson eyes burning with an intense rage that managed to out match Chica's. Bonnie stood before Mike with his bass guitar clenched firmly in one hand. He no longer looked depressed. He looked pissed.

"You just think you're so clever, Mike." the rabbit hissed dangerously as he approached him. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't find my friend on the floor HEADLESS!?" Bonnie narrowed his eyes angrily at the young man and slowly raised his guitar. "You took two of my closest friends; now I'll avenge them by doing the one thing we've been trying to do all damn WEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

Mike immediately jumped to the side just as Bonnie brought his guitar down like a sword. Gripping his axe and flashlight tightly, he dashed out and ran over to one of the tables back in the Dining Area. He dove underneath the closest one he saw and switched off his flashlight just as he heard the rabbit stomp out of the office and punched an arcade game in frustration. Mike will not make it out alive, tonight. He'll make sure of it. Mike steadied his breathing and did his best not to make a single sound as he heard the footsteps grow nearer and nearer.

"You know. We were never monsters in the beginning." Bonnie said loudly as he made his way through each aisle while casually swinging his guitar. A dark smirk plastered on his maw. He swung his instrument down hard on a table, directly crushing a party hat.

Mike flinched, but held back a whimper by slapping his hand over his mouth.

"We didn't mind entertaining the children at first. I will admit that I found some of them to be loveable. But we grew tired of being a source of entertainment for the ever growing, ever ungrateful, ever disrespectful meatbags you are!" He viciously struck a chair and caused it to break entirely. "Then one day you humans took things too far by decommissioning HIM."

Mike screamed when the tables beside him suddenly caved in as the guitar smashed down on it and sent party hats flying. The young man frantically scrambled out, axe and flashlight in hand. He spun back to meet Bonnie face to face. The rabbit's eyes turned dark and he unleashed an unholy screech as he charged him with his guitar raised. Without thinking, Mike threw his dying flashlight at his face before running into the arcade. Bonnie ducked down and allowed the flashlight to fly over him. A chilling grin stretching on his face as he entered the arcade as well.

Mike, as best he could, jumped over a air hockey table before turning back to Bonnie as he approached him. "How...long...are you...going...to...keep...this...up?" he panted as he pointed his axe at him while they slowly circled the table.

Bonnie flashed him a menacing glare. "Until my fur is soaked in your BlOOd!" He stretched out his arm as he swung his guitar down once more. Mike backed away and watched the rabbit curse when he realized his guitar got stuck to the floor. Mike saw this as an opportunity and charged into him with his axe raised. Bonnie didn't have time to react as the blade came in swinging and dug deeply into the side of his face. His head was jerked back so forcefully that a few wires in his neck popped. Mike yanked the axe out.

Bonnie struggled to stay standing and stumbled into a few arcade machines like a drunk man on the streets. He turned back to try and see if he could reach for his guitar when the blade of the axe suddenly came in swinging. Mike stood back in horror as he was confronted by a now faceless Bonnie. The blow had been so strong that it managed to knock off the front portion of his mask and send it flying somewhere. Bonnie's head started to twitch erratically as he struggled to turn and face Mike. When he did, Mike was greeted with a hollowed out space that had two dots glowing out of it.

The red lights flickered before going dark as Bonnie's body fell to the floor lifeless. Mike dropped his axe and fell to the floor as exhaustion started to kick in. His worn out face met the hollowed out one of Bonnie's as his entire world started to blur. The last thing he thought about before blacking out was an old pocket watch he used to carry around in his childhood...

X.X

... Snap.

Sorry for the late update. As always, my senior year is being a pain.

Oh yeah, I saw the pic with the new Bonnie, and all I could do was laugh my ass off at the thought of him now being a crossdresser XDDD

And thanks for the additional Reviews, Follows, and Likes! :D Hugs for all!