"Michael..."
"Oooogh..." Mike groaned in pain.
The sudden buzz of a light switching on is what stirred him from his unexpected nap. A soft groan left the young man's dry lips as he weakly opened his eyes. The world around him was a blur of grayscale colors mixed with a faded white. His muscles and joints ached like hell, and he found it painful to even move. His vision slowly started to settle, and he was able to make out the outlines of several things in the background. The room itself was uncomfortably warm due to what he belived to be the furnace burning somewhere in the back. To his right he heard the loud hum of a machine going to work; the stench of gasoline filling his nostrils and causing him to gag a bit.
That must be the generator... he thought. It...sounds like it's working again. But what switched it back on?
"Wakey, wakey, Mikey~" a deep voice cooed.
Mike finally snapped both his eyes wide open. His heart started to race when he realized he was bonded to a chair; both of his wrists were tied a little too tightly to the wooden armrests of his chair by thick ropes that dug painfully into his skin whenever he tried to struggle. He looked back up and spotted a large figure casually walking out of the darkness in front of him. Hands folded behind his back and signature top hat resting neatly in between his small ears, black bow-tie resting proudly around his neck.
"Fr-Freddy..." Mike whispered under his breath and started to shiver fearfully as the bear approached him.
Freddy stared down at the young man and grinned creepily at him. "Michael Schmidt." he said, his deep voice reverberating around them. He reached his paw out to cup his chin and lifted it up so that their strikingly similar blue eyes met. Mike spotted his faint reflection in the fake eyes and saw just how frightened he truly was. "Looks like your luck's finally run out, Little Star."
"W-what..." Mike felt his eyes begin to water as he continued to stare at the bear. "What did you call me?"
Freddy raised a fake brow before narrowing his eyes at him. "You mean you don't remember the nickname he'd given you? Oh, Mikey, he's probably hurt right now. How could you forget the "Amazing Goldie"?"
It was as though Mike's world came to an abrupt halt. His eyes remained fixed on the bear as a look of stunned realization appeared on his face; the imaginary vault in the back of his head finally releasing trapped childhood memories that had long been since forgotten. The earliest memory he still vividly remembered was moving to a town in the Midwest. He never asked his parents why they moved, only knowing that they no longer liked living in Colorado. But then the news article he read in Fredrickson's office crept its way into his mind.
Now he remembered why: they wanted to get away from what happened; to escape the media and the terrible memories that'd been made after that day. He was one of the children who were navie enough to think that Kyle was really Fre- no, not Freddy, but another bear who's been forgotten by the newer generation.
Back then, Fazbear's Pizza had a third show they'd put on called "The Amazing Goldie Show" starring none other then Goldie Fazbear himself. Goldie always had this wonderful vibe around him. He always had a way of making people smile whenever they were down or weren't having fun. Even the naughty kids adored him. Goldie was a magician. Unlike Foxy or the Fazbear Band, he'd perform magic tricks for the audience while the others got to walk around and mingle. Even they were present whenever he was up. His tricks were the typical kind any magician for a kid's place would do: taking a game coin out of someones ear; making Chica's creepy cupcake disappear on stage and make it appear underneath a kid's seat, which annoyed her at times; pulling a rabbit-a Bonnie plushie was used for this trick-out of the hat and making the children gawk.
In his hat he always kept a golden pocket watch he'd use to hypnotize kids he'd call up on stage. Of course he didn't do so without permission from the parents. He also used it for some of his vanishing/reappearing acts as well. Sometimes during his opening act, he'd remove his hat and made it look like he lost it. Then he'd call a random person on stage, none of which were volunteers, and had them check their pockets or any kind of bag they carried. Their face would light up like the 4th of July when they pulled the golden medallion out. It was the same pocket watch that was given to him on his first visit to Fazbear's; he was one of those "surprise" volunteers that Goldie saw interest in. It was the same pocket watch he also lost...
But for an animatronic, Goldie really knew how to do tricks.
However... During the winter of '86, management at the time decided that they wanted to pay more attention on entertaining kids with music instead of magic shows, and decommissioned Goldie Fazbear by the end of the year. Removing him had affected the amount of visitors that came and went since Goldie was beloved by all for his kindness and ability to leave even the saddest person walking out giggling and smiling. Kyle had mentioned he worked at Fazbear's since the Spring of '87, and is likely to have not known about the bear.
But...
"Why?" he managed to hiss out. Angry tears now rolling down his cheeks. "Why the death of four children?"
"Five, actually." Freddy corrected with a faux friendly smile. "We heard what happened to the lad who decided to be Foxy's first bite~." Mike shook his head in disbelief when the bear started to laugh at the pun he made. "Get it? 'Bite'? Bite of '87, as you humans called it." His laugh rang throughout the empty room and in Mike's ears.
"You sick monster..." the young man whispered.
Freddy stopped his laughing and grinned creepily at him. "My dear Mike. Please know that we have a reason for doing what we did to you and the others."
Mike snorted at this and laughed. "Yeah?" he spat bitterly, "What would that be?"
Freddy's eyes surprisingly softened up and his ears lowered sadly. "Goldie was always the one who kept Bonnie, Foxy, Chica, and me going everyday. He showed us the brighter side of our seemingly meaningless lives. He made us happy; made us smile... No matter how bad the day was, he always found a way to bring our spirits back up. But when THeY took him... Ohh... When they tOoK him from us..."
Without warning, Freddy threw his head back and unleashed a deafening mechanical screech that was loud enough to shake the dust off of the old wooden beams that held the floor above them up. Mike let out a cry of pain as his ears were left ringing while feeling his eardrums throb painfully inside. He received the most pounding headache of twenty-seven years of living. I need to try get myself loose some how! he thought frantically. He looked down at the rope that held him in place and wiggled one of his wrists. He winced from the burning feeling the rope made as it rubbed against his fragile flesh. No use. He tied them too tight...
"Our lives were miserable. We had to perform more and got less time to mingle with one another without kids getting in our fucking way. We no longer had somebody to turn to when we felt down, or when we had a bad day. Singing and performing meant nothing to us anymore. But Goldie... Dearest Goldie... They robbed him of his endoskeleton and left him in the storage room to rOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOt!"
Mike coward helplessly in his chair as the bear grew angrier. The dark blue eyes flickered to black while white dots replaced his pupils; paws balled into tight fists and shaking with adrenaline.
"Goldie still lives on. Not physically, but in spirit. I didn't want him to feel lonely. I feared that he was suffering all alone in the darkness with nobody to turn to. He loved children, and me and my friends knew he must've missed them dearly. So one night, I devised a plan with the others to capture five children to keep him company. But we, ourselves, couldn't lure five children away without causing suspicion. But then good ol' Mr. Winston came along at just the right time. He was hard to convince at first, but we eventually managed to get him to play along."
The way Freddy had said it as though he were proud disgusted Mike. "The kidnappings..." he stammered, "The murders... Just to make a FUCKING COSTUME NOT FEEL ALONE!?" Mike barely had time to react when he was suddenly struck across the face by a massive paw. His left cheek suddenly burned as the cut Freddy had left behind made its presence painfully known. He looked up at the bear and saw that he was fuming.
"'JUST TO MAKE A FUCKING COSTUME NOT FEEL ALONE'?!" he screeched in his face. "Goldie was worth more than the pitiful lives of you humans! What we did in '87 is nothing compared to what you humans do to yourselves EVERY DAY!"
Mike screamed in pain as his ears rang. He was just surprised that he hasn't lost his hearing yet. The children then came into mind; they really were trying to warn him. The dreams, the incident in the changing room, and the stuff he'd seen on the third night... They were only trying to save him; scare him enough so he would leave! So that he wouldn't suffer the same fate like the others before him...
Mustering all the strength and courage he had in him, he snapped his head up at the bear angrily. "FOUR CHILDREN HAD THEIR LIVES STOLEN FROM THEM AND AN INNOCENT MAN'S LIFE WAS RUINED BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU RUINED MY FUCKING CHILDHOOD!" he roared. He then started to calm down a bit by taking deep breaths before asking, "But the night guards... Why kill them and stuff them into fucking suits?"
That's when a dark grin stretched itself across Freddy's face, almost up to his ears. "Why... We were only trying to show them the Joy of Creation. You see, my dear Mike, one of the things Goldie influenced in anyone he's ever met is the joy of life; teaching us to stay happy in a world so stricken with war and hate. He even taught you to smile, Mike." Mike opened his mouth to say something, but immediately closed it and only continued to glare at him. Besides, he's smiled many times before. How could a damn animatronic teach him to smile?
"Anyway," Freddy resumed, "I wanted to ensure that his influence lived on. That people would learn to see how life can be a truly wonderful thing. I decided to test that with the night guard since they are the only humans here at night. But I have a different method of teaching the Joy of Creation. My friends and I found great amusement in striking fear into the hearts of humans, and killing the children only added to our newfound thirst for blood on our paws. That's why we decided to "hunt" the night guard during the week. If they survive by the end of the week and return the following, we spare them a painful death. If any of us catch them, however..." Freddy giggled wickedly. "Well...you know what happens next~."
Mike swallowed down the bile that had crept its way up his throat before whimpering when he saw the scowl that appeared on Freddy's face as he looked at him. "Now I intend on doing the same to you before this night is over. And for what you did to Bonnie, Foxy, and Chica... I'll make sure you're still BreAtHinG by the time I'm fInIShEd."
Mike's breathing started to shake, but he kept his composer strong the best he could. Raising his head high and tightening his jaw as his eyebrows furrowed. "What would be the point? You'll be alone. Fazbear's will shut down and you'll rot in storage for the rest of your days." He then bravely leaned his face forward a bit and added in a venomous whisper, "Or you'll be burned along with your friends in a furnace. Just as you did to the children."
Freddy's dark eyes widened and he screeched in face before swinging a massive paw down and violently knocking his chair down. Mike let out a grunt as his side hit the stone hard floor and felt something wet start to run down the right side of his face. He just barely caught a glimpse of his blood touching the floor. Freddy huffed and turned on his heel over to a work bench that was hidden in the back. Panic filled Mike as he attempted to wiggle one of his wrists free. He inwardly fought back the urge to scream as the rope slightly dug into his skin. He eventually stopped after the pain become too unbearable and came to the realization that he wouldn't be getting out of this one alive.
It was truly the end...
The young man slowly closed his eyes and accepted his inevitable fate. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks, mixing in with droplets of sweat and blood. He couldn't remember the last time he cried so hard. Even during his parents funeral he didn't cry as much as he did now. Perhaps it'd be fair if he really did die. No one would miss him anyway. He had nothing to live for. The chances of him making a career out of his love for drawing were slim during this time of age. He will admit that he was never, truly, happy with his life...
Maybe it is best...
Freddy stood in front of him and dropped a Freddy Fazbear suit beside him. Mike opened his eyes halfway and met the empty ones of the mask. It briefly brought him back to the nightmare where he saw that Freddy's eyes were actually his. He never would've guessed that it would become a reality. He didn't bother to look up when he heard Freddy speak.
"Now I can finally finish what I started...twenty-seven years ago." Freddy breathed. "You'll be joining the others veeeeeeeeery soon." A laugh rumbled in Freddy's chest as he reached down and turned the chair back up. He smirked and slowly wrapped his paw around his neck. Mike calmly closed his eyes and waited for whatever had Freddy in store for him.
Hehehehehehe...
Mike reopened his eyes in a flash once he heard the giggling. He noticed that the room temperature had started to drop; despite not having a thermostat or air conditioner of sorts. He exhaled and noticed foggy wisps of smoke puff out from his mouth. He darted his eyes up to see if Freddy noticed this, but he looked completely unfazed.
Hehehehehehehehe... Hehehehe...
Now Freddy seemed to notice the sudden change in atmosphere. His grip around Mike's neck loosened slowly as his eyes darted all over the dimly lit room. Mike wasn't so sure, but he could've sworn he saw fear in those inhuman eyes. Without warning, Freddy suddenly jerked back and released his hold on Mike. Mike watched in shock as the bear stumbled all over the room; crashing into the wall or furniture that was present with them. He then cried out when the bear suddenly crashed into him and knocked him over.
A sickening crack was heard, prompting a painful scream from him. He looked down and saw that the armrests his wrists were tied to broke off. Behind him he heard Freddy snap and curse at nothing as he stumbled all over the place. Mike hastily untied both ropes, sighing with relief when the painful pressure it gave him was gone. When he attempted to get up he screamed and immediately clutched his right knee. He moved it a little and felt fragments of shattered bone move underneath his skin.
"Shit!" he cursed under his breath. As though a lightbulb switched on in his head, he quickly reached for the broken armrests and proceeded to tie them tightly around his knee. It wasn't a pretty sight, but it was the best he could do to keep his bone in place. Alright. Let's do this, he thought before slowly forcing himself to his feet. He grunted a bit from the pain, but pushed himself over to the set of stairs that led out of the basement. He just gripped the rusty metal railing when he heard a loud crash behind him. He snapped his head over in the direction of the sound and saw that Freddy had rammed into the shelf containing the canisters of gas that were used for the generator.
The bear was practically covered in most places while the rest pooled around him. Freddy growled in disgust as gas dripped down his fur. He cried out when he was yanked back again. His eyes widened in sheer horror as his face met with the open fire of the furnace. Mike watched in horror as the animatron was engulfed in flames; the floor following suit and prompting Mike to flee. He limped his way out the door and slammed it closed behind him as he heard Freddy's terrified shrieks down below. He frantically searched for his work keys and eventually pulled them out. His hand shook as he inserted the basement key into the keyhole and locked it.
But he knew he wasn't out of the woods just yet. Above him the restaurant's sprinkler system immediately went off after some smoke leaked from beneath the door and doused the entire top floor. He paused to catch his breath when he reached the end of the hall and spotted his axe just where he left it in the arcade. Grinning to himself, he limped over and retrieved it. Bonnie was still there, faceless and completely void of life. He couldn't help but feel guilty for what he'd done to the animatronics, but he was only acting out of self-defense. And besides. Their little killing spree needs to come to an end once and for all.
He looked up when the sprinklers eventually shut off and left him soaking wet along with everything else. He checked the time on his watch and saw that it just turned five. He sighed heavily and leaned against an arcade game tiredly. This overtime paycheck better be worth it. A sudden loud crash snapped him out of his thoughts and he swiveled his head over to the entrance of the East Hall. His blood started to run cold and his breathing turned shallow as loud thumps echoed eerily throughout the restaurant. He slowly, quietly, backed himself further into the arcade until he hit a wall. He bit his tongue as the pain in his knee grew worse. Soon, everything came to a stand still. Mike gazed in shock and horror at the animatron now standing just outside of the East Hall.
It was Freddy. Parts of his body were missing patches of fur and revealed parts of his endoskeleton; half of his mask was missing and showed half of his endoskeletal skull. The rest of him was mostly covered in scorch marks and only a few patches of normal fur remained; his top hat was missing and his bow-tie was partially burnt. Sparks flew from a few of his exposed joints and neck. Every few seconds a part of him would twitch. Freddy had fixed his blue eye and optical eye on the young man and a partial grin slowly crept its way up the other half of his face.
"CoMe hErE MiChAEl, AnD lET mE ShOW yoU tHe JoY oF CrEAtIOOOOOOOOOOOOOn!" The screech Freddy unleashed was broken and distorted. Even worse than Foxy's. Mike screamed in sheer terror and desperately tried to make his way over to the West Hall, and to his office, as fast as he could on one leg. He forcefully dragged his broken leg behind him and felt his heart begin to race as he heard Freddy's heavy footsteps grow closer. His heart swelled with joy once he saw the light shining through the open doorway at the end of the hall. Behind him he heard Freddy grow agonizingly closer.
A wave of relief swept over him once he was finally inside his workplace and slammed down on the door button. But then his eyes widened when he saw the large hole Foxy had left behind. Freddy could easily reach in and make it much more larger. He slowly backed away from the door with terrified eyes until he reached the doorway of the second door. He waited nervously for Freddy to come barreling in and poke his head through the hole saying "Heeeere's Freddy!", yet nothing happened. Two full minutes had past and the bear had yet to arrive.
Then a chilling idea came into mind, and Mike felt his heart drop to his stomach. Slowly, and calmly, he turned to the doorway behind him and took a step back. Keeping his eyes fixed on the inky blackness before him, he reached his hand over and pressed down on the lights. The light flickered on and briefly lit up the spot. Mike had expected to find the bear waiting for him, but all he got was a wall covered in old drawings. "Huh." he said, sounding a bit surpri-
"MiiiiIIIIiiiikEEEEeeeEEEy!" Freddy's distorted voiced called behind him. "iT's MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Mike spun around and screamed when he saw Freddy's broken face peeking through the hole with a broken grin. Freddy then stepped back and rammed himself into the door. Mike decided that he didn't want to stay around for long and bolted out of there like a bat out of hell. He hurried down the East Hall while dragging his injured leg behind him. He limped down the corridor until he was out and standing across from the arcade once more. He heard Freddy coming closer behind him, and swallowed hard. He looked over to the Dining Area and spotted the Show Stage.
Maybe...
Mike didn't make any seconds thought before he limped down the aisle of tables and climbed on stage. He flung the curtains aside before quickly adjusting them so that it wouldn't look like they moved. He quieted his breathing as he cautiously looked through the slim opening in between the curtains. Freddy's broken figure eventually stumbled out and he paused to survey the area. Seeing the exposed red optic of his endoskeleton look over in his direction prompted him to look away briefly.
"MichAeL..." the bear cooed in a sickeningly sweet tone as he slowly made his way through the Dining Area; he paused every few seconds to look under a table before continuing. "tHeRe's NOtHinG tO Be AfRAiD oF..." A broken, static-filled, distorted laugh then tore from the broken voice box and rang in Mike's ears chillingly. "eVeN iF YoU DesTrOy Me... I wIlL StiLL LiVe oN. My bODy MaYBe rEplAceD, bUT i wIlL LiVe oN ThROugH tHe jOY oF CreAtIOn."
Mike's grip on the axe handle tightened upon hearing the phrase. He was really getting sick of hearing this "Joy of Creation" shit. He cautiously peeked out from the curtains and spotted Fazbear coming closer. He took a quiet step back and listened for his footsteps to approach the stage. He didn't need to wait long. He peeked out the curtains ever so slightly and saw that Freddy had just turned his back to him. With a loud scream he lunged out from behind and slammed the axe down on the exposed right endoskeleton shoulder. Freddy let out a surprised grunt before narrowing his blue eye at the young man and attempted to swing him off. Mike held on to the axe tightly until the blade loosened enough for him to pull it out. Sparks flew from the large gash; Freddy looked at the wound and chuckled darkly as though it were nothing. Mike slowly backed away until he found himself pressed against the stage.
"MicHaEl..."
Mike screamed angrily and swung the axe down on his chest before ripping it out and taking a chunk of the costume with it, exposing most of the endoskeletal chest. Freddy stumbled back, but didn't fall. He started to twitch in some places whenever he made a step forward and struggled to even walk properly. Despite being partially burned and receiving two blows from an axe, Mike was surprised he hasn't died yet. How Chica, Foxy, and Bonnie were so easy to destroy is something he may never know.
Freddy slammed a endoskeletal hand on the end of a table as his legs struggled to support his weight. He slowly looked up at Mike as his head twitched and a smiled broken smile at him. "ThEy wILl KnOW I bRInG tHE jOY Of CreAtIOn!" he screeched in his distorted voice.
Mike narrowed his eyes dangerously and shook his head slowly. "No." he whispered, "They won't." With one mighty swing, he brought the axe down and dug it into the exposed half of Freddy's face; right into the endoskeletal skull. He released his grip on the axe and backed away as Freddy started to twitch erratically; distorted and broken words stumbling out from his voice box until something burst in him and he fell to the floor smoking. Mike, in shock, cautiously approached the fallen bear and nudged his paw with his foot. Freddy's blue eye shot up at Mike, causing the young man to jump back in surprise, before the light in it flickered out for good.
It felt as though a veil had been lifted off the pizzeria. The atmosphere no longer felt heavy, and for once Mike didn't feel uncomfortable being in the building. He turned away and let out a sigh of relief before looking at his watch to see that it was only twenty minutes 'til six. He knew he was going to have to come up with quite the excuse to tell his manger, but you know what? He didn't give a fuck anymore.
Yet...
Why do I still feel worried? he wondered to himself. He would immediately regret asking himself the question.
The hairs on his arm and the back of his neck rose just as the room temperature suddenly dropped to an abnormal temperature. Goosebumps pricked his skin just as a shiver shot down his spine. He exhaled and spotted the wispy smoke slip out. He placed a hand over his stomach as it started to churn from the sick feeling that suddenly overcame him.
Miiiiiiiiiiichaellllllll...
A tear ran down Mike's cheek when he realized the voice came from behind. His lips quivered.
Miiiiikeeeeeeey... My little star...
It wasn't the children. He knew it wasn't the children because their presence didn't feel as threatening like the one he was feeling now. It was a feeling he hasn't felt since his third night on the job. More tears started to fall and hit the red carpeted floor.
There, there, my child... There is no need to cry anymore... You are safe now...
"No..." Mike whispered weakly before letting a sob slip. "I will never be safe..." He just wanted it to stop. He wanted it all to end.
Don't say that, my little star... You have me... That's why I saved you.
"W-what?" Mike asked. That's when it clicked in him.
On the night of the murders, he managed to free himself from his bonds because he was lying on top of broken glass. By the time he cut himself free, the others were already dead... He surprised everyone when he sprang to life and ran up the stairs of the basement before running down the East Hall with Foxy and Bonnie on his tail. He'd been wearing his golden pocket watch-the one that'd been given to him by Goldie during his final show-when Foxy managed to snag his hook on the thin golden chain and yanked back in an attempt to pull him. The action resulted in shattering the chain and causing the golden medallion to slip off his neck and fall to the floor. He wanted to get it, but Foxy and Bonnie were just right there. That's when a voice popped in his head telling him to go hide backstage. He didn't know who it was, but he listened and ran far enough to lose Bonnie and Foxy and found a hiding spot inside one of the cupboards.
"But I don't understand..." he whispered. "Why did you save me?"
Don't you remember, Mikey? We are fRiENdS. You called me your best friend before you left after we hung out after the show. That's why I gave you my pocket watch, because we're friends. And I AlWayS protect the ones I hold dear. I was the voice on the phone, Mikey. I was the Phone Guy.
Mike shook his head in denial and balled his hand into a tight fist. "No." he said, "That's not true. That can't be true. Why would you want to save me from Freddy and the others? Aren't they your friends?"
Michael... They are my friends...but their time was coming anyways. This restaurant is coming to an end, Mikey... Our home... They were doomed to die by the end of the year, but you did them all a favor and saved them from a much more terrible fate. And you... You are too special to die. I can understand that this is all hard to take in at first, but you'll understand it all soon enough.
We are AlIvE, Mikey. You may have destroyed Freddy and the rest, but others will take their place very soon. You'll help with their reconstruction, Mike. I know you will.
Like hell he would! What gave him the idea that he would help rebuild the ones who've tried to kill him twice?! That's when he felt cold air brush against the back of his neck, and causing him to shiver.
This world is a very cruel place, Mikey... People must know the JoY oF crEaTiON like you have...
Mike started to cry harder. This was becoming too much. Too much... The gentle brush of cold air against his cheek chilled his tears a bit.
You'll be happy, Mike... You'll get over this...like you always have... You'll smile again... That's the Joy of Creation after all... You'll help cReATe a world where people will always SmiLE...
Mike shook his head rapidly, nearing his breaking point.
Let's bring the Joy of Creation together... FRiEnd...
"SHUT UP!" Mike spun around to face whatever he expected to find.
Nothing.
The only thing he saw was Freddy's broken body and...a golden medallion that rested casually by his feet. Mike slowly crouched down, ignoring the pain coming from his broken knee, and picked up the object before gingerly tracing his thumb above the Fazbear logo that was branded on the center of the cover. The gold paint was slightly faded, and there were a few scratches in some places, but it was still just how it looked the night he lost it. His legs gave way and he fell on his knees with the pocket watch cradled in both of his hands.
"'The Joy of Creation'..." he whispered as a fresh wave of tears rolled down his face; a tear landing on the medallion in his hands. A smile twitched itself on his dry, bloodied lips, just as a chuckle rumbled in his chest. The chuckle soon escalated into a laugh that mixed in with his sobs.
The morning bell drowning out his laugh and sobs as they echoed throughout the now empty halls of the pizzeria.
X.X
... Well now. Just one more chappy and this fic will come to a close. Sorry the late chappy, but I have a cold and my family took a trip over the weekend. So...yeah. I should probably that in my headcanon for my FNaF fic is that the I see the dead children as guardian angels of sorts, because what they've been trying to do is getting Mike to leave by scaring him. I just don't see them as vengeful spirits... Plus they're only kids. So...yeah.
Btw I got a review from a guest reviewer that pointed some things out. Well...here's what I have to say about that:
1. Mike wouldn't get fired because management probably doesn't check on Pirate Cove anyway. Plus Freddy and the gang hid Foxy's body behind there after being unable to save him.
2. Just because Bonnie's a girl's name, doesn't mean FNAF Bonnie is a girl! Bonnie's a boy and Scott's confirmed it. Check the wiki if you don't believe me -.-. Plus I like having Bonnie as a male anyway.
3. Glad you like the story :3
Thanks for the new follows, likes, and reviews! I'm glad people really like this fic! I tried being originally as much as possible, and I hope I achieved that in some way :3 Anyway, you guys are the best! ^-^