As long as Fredrickson could remember, Fazbear's Pizza has always been a second home to him. After inheriting it from his uncle when he passed away, he spent most of his early adult life trying to manage and run the place just like he would've wanted. He stood alone in the now empty parking lot; he gazed at the building with a cappuccino in his right hand that was still spewing steam. Around him was a fresh blanket of snow claimed the earth and pavement after last night's snow storm. Plastered in front of the doors was a sign reading:

Closed by management

Set to reopen 2015

As much as he didn't want to, he knew it was for the best. He had a lot of debts to pay and the restaurant was running out of money. The destruction and vandalism of the animatronics didn't help either since they weren't properly insured. Everything had been placed into storage and left the building as nothing but a empty shell of its former glory. He could only hope that the people he sold the restaurant to would be able to make the place shine again. Maybe start from a clean slate. The frail man sighed before taking a sip of his Starbucks cappuccino; eyes widening as the warm liquid burned his tongue and causing him to cough it out. He forgot just how hot it still is...

"Goddamn it..." he muttered to himself as he wiped some salvia off with his sleeve. He was slightly startled when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and was immediately greeted by a pair of deep blue eyes. The depression he felt suddenly drained away when he recognized the eyes and let out a surprised gasp. "Mr. Schmidt!" he said, a bit surprised, before grinning. "Fancy meeting you here."

A smile appeared on the young man's lips and he tipped his baseball cap down in greeting. "Same here." he replied. Fredrickson nodded and noted that the former night guard looked vastly different from the last time he saw him. He looked more relaxed and didn't have dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. He noticed what looked like a pad of sorts tucked underneath his left arm. "So...any luck catching those vandals?" Mike asked in a casual, but slightly serious voice.

Fredrickson sighed and shook his head. "No. Police haven't had any luck. It would be much easier, though, if the damn camera feed hadn't been deleted! By the way, how's your ankle?" he asked.

Mike chuckled a bit. "It's much better now." he said as he rocked his leg back and forth. "I just took the cast off last week, actually. Just in time for my new job, too." Fredrickson raised a curious brow at this.

"Oh? You got yourself a new job already?" he asked before sipping his cappuccino. "Where at?"

Mike grinned widely. "At the company that makes the animatronics you guys use." he said, "I design new mascots and such."

Fredrickson's jaw dropped. "Really? That's great to hear!" Mike smiled proudly and raised his head. "I never even knew you were an artist." the former manager added.

"It's something I don't tell people often." Mike replied before taking his sketch pad out and walked over to the older man's side. "I've actually been doing new designs for Freddy and his friends." he said as he held his sketch pad out in front of them. "I can them show them to you if you'd like."

"That would be great, actually." Fredrickson grinned eagerly as he eyed the pad. "Please show me what you have so far. It could really help the new owners since they haven't really figured out what to do with the animatronics."

Mike nodded before immediately flipping the cover over to reveal various outlines and early design sketches. "I'm still working on Foxy's design." he explained as he guided his former boss through each page. "I haven't come up with anything for Freddy or Chica, yet. Oh, this one's my favorite by the way." He stopped at page that showed a fully drawn antro-rabbit standing in different positions. The rabbit had been colored blue and white with a red bow-tie around its neck. Its face looked like more a rabbit's, but with some feminine looking features, like the pair of red circles that were present on the cheeks. The eyes were dark green with eyelashes and...eyebrows?

Fredrickson looked at Mike with a shocked expression before he returned his attention back to the drawing. "Is this supposed to be...Bonnie?" he asked.

Mike shrugged. "In a way. Yeah."

"I love it!" Fredrickson's face lit up as he took in every detail the image had to offer. "Genius, genius, genius! Something borrowed, something new! I love it! This will help Fazbear's grow again! People will come to see the new and improved Freddy Fazbear and friends."

Mike grinned from the joy and excitement his former boss was now showing. It is just how he hoped he'd react. "You know... Would it hurt to add new mascots as well? Because I have a few ideas in mind..."

Fredrickson gasped and frantically shook his head. "No! Not at all. Please tell me what you have in mind. In fact, let's discuss this over lunch?"

"Sure! But on one condition." Mike added slowly.

"What?"

Mike smirked. "No pizza."

Fredrickson laughed and slapped Mike's back. "Oh, you crack me up sometimes!" he laughed before wrapping his arm around his shoulder. "Deal. Now let's get going. I'm freezing my ass off out here!"

Mike nodded in agreement and closed his sketch pad. Just as he turned to follow the older man he paused and looked back at the restaurant. He gazed at the faded purple and white structure before taking out his pocket watch from his coat pocket and flipped the lid up to read the time.

12:00 PM

He lowered his hat to hide his face and grinned ear to ear as he chuckled to himself darkly. Remembering the happy expression he saw on Fredrickson's face when he showed him his new design for Bonnie; he knew he was doing something right here, and it made him feel good inside to see such a normally dreary looking man become so happy.

Goldie was right, he thought with a smirk before flipping the lid down and placing the golden medallion back in his pocket. He turned and ran to catch up with the older man to discuss ideas for future mascots.

Time to share the Joy of Creation...

X.X

Thus we conclude the messed up adventures of Mike and the friends! Thank you all who supported this fic all the way. I really couldn't have done it without all of you :3 It really means so much to me...

Anyway, I'm looking forward to the sequel! I saw recent new screens shot of it and *squee* I can't wait already! One could only imagine what Scotty has in store for us.

If anyone is wondering, there will be a sequel to this. But not right away. The sequel is likely to be based off of the sequel of the game, and that won't be for a looooooong. Until then I'll probably be working on other things too. (School, other fanfics, etc.)

Oh yeah. To my readers of A Somber Year. Know that that fanfic is NOT abandoned. It's just on temporary hiatus. I'm too obsessed with Five Nights at Freddy's that I can't concentrate on anything MLP related. Until this obsession goes away, I'm afraid you're going to have to wait a little longer. Sorry :(

But again, thank you all for your support. I'm sorry if I killed your favorite animatronic. (It hurt me as much as it hurt all of you, especially with Freddy, Foxy, and Bonnie, since those guys are my favorite. I didn't care much for Chica, though XD)

I'm actually thinking of writing a one-shot about the Bite of '87 that occurs in the universe where this fanfic takes place in. And I'm also thinking of doing another FNaF fanfic dealing with the animatronics in a separate universe. It's MEA weekend where I'm at, so I have all the free time in the world ;)

So until next time, stay out of jail and have a great day/night! :D