{ Mike's POV }

The chicken animatronic was coming closer. It looked really angry.

Would it fall for it if Mike just put the mask back on? If it did he could be able to take it down.

He gave it a shot. He scooped the mask off of the floor and stuck it back on his head. He was breathing heavily from panic, he could hear himself breathing in the small space.

Then the chicken looked confused. "Fre-fre-Freddy? But you can't be-ee-ee. There was a human thhhhhere just a second ago-oh-oh"

It put its hands on either side of its head, obviously trying to figure out what was going on. It let out a screech and swung at Mike. One metal hand hit his mask and another rammed into his chest, knocking the wind out of him. The mask slammed against his face with painful force, and blood filled his mouth and nose. Mike coughed and spit up some of the red liquid.

He knew the chicken was trying to process what was going on and when it did he would probably come out as a foe rather than friend. He took advantage of its confusion and bolted from the office, down the main hallway.

A blood curdling scream reached his ears. Bonnie.

He didn't know where she was and he had a crazed chicken on his tail so he kept going. He ran into the bathroom. A quick glance around told him it was the boys'. Someone had already been inside, maybe Foxy since Mike had seen him dash off out if the corner of his eye. He had rummaged around a lot. The mirrors were broken or ripped off of the wall, probably looking for a secret door, and toilet paper was everywhere. If it wasn't a life of death situation Mike would have laughed.

"H-h-hey! That's the boys-oys bathroom! I can't come in there-ere-ere!"

Mike smiled. Yes! Thank you AI programming. The chicken was a girl and it was programmed to never go into a boy's bathroom.

Mike piled up a pipe from the floor which had been most likely ripped from one of the sinks and took a deep breath. He flexed his fingers over the pipe and ran out of the door.

The chicken was standing in front of the door watching it when Mike rushed out and slammed the pipe on top of its head with a grunt.

The chicken yelped and fell to the ground. Mike's whack left a huge dent on her head. Her left eye was cracked.

He didn't stop. He hit her with all he had while she was down. She screeched and wailed and finally the light in her eyes died as she shut down. She sparked a few times and there were dents all over her body. Mike dropped the pipe and stood panting, watching the chicken to make sure it had truly powered down. Just to be sure, he started snapping wires from the head to the body until the robotic head rolled away.

By now he was extremely exhausted. Denting metal that much with nothing more than a steel pipe took a lot of strength. He then started towards the source of Bonnie's scream, holding his chest where the chicken had punched him. His sternum burned in pain.

Mike got to the closet and the first thing he saw was two large masses laying on the ground, unmoving. He saw a dim flashlight flickering against the wall. One hand still against his chest, he picked up the flashlight and shined it on the shadowy figures.

An involuntary gasp of shock escaped his mouth. The bunny animatronic was laying next to the wall, its face ripped off and sitting nearby. Holes dotted its legs and one of its feet was missing the purple suit. But that wasn't what really shocked him. Bonnie was laying next to the dead robot, a huge gash on her face forming a pool of blood around her.

Mike fumbled with the flashlight, his hands and knees shaking. He knew he was probably giving away his location to the other robots but he didn't care.

"GUYS! ITS BONNIE!" His voice cracked and he fell forward on his hands and knees. He felt short of breath, like his sternum was pressing on his lungs. The feeling passed and he sat up, fighting back tears.

Not even a minute later, Foxy and Freddy rushed in with two other people and some weird fox thing. Where were the other robots?

"O-oh my god! Oh my god! NO!" Foxy yelled, hysteria obvious in his voice. He fell onto his knees by Bonnie and cupped her face, ignoring the blood that began to pool in his palms. "Bonnie! Stay with me!" He wailed. When he looked back up at the others, tears were rolling down his cheeks. "Call 911!" He begged.

The two boys that Mike didn't know turned out their pockets, indicating they didn't have phones. Freddy hung his head, his eyes also full of tears. Mike found he couldn't speak; it was as if he had sand in his throat. No phones. No way to call 911.

Suddenly Freddy gasped and he looked up. "Foxy!" He said urgently. "Reach into her bra!"

Foxy looked at him in confusion and anger. His face was redder than his hair; whether it was from embarassment or crying, Mike couldn't tell. "You want me to feel up my girlfriend? Now? Dude, that's low," he growled.

Freddy growled. "No! She has her phone in there! I'm asking you to do it because you're her boyfriend! Would you rather me do it?" He demanded.

Foxy made an 'ah' face, finally understanding. He kissed Bonnie's cheek - the one that wasn't covered in blood - and reached down her shirt. It was a bit of an awkward moment. He pulled out her iPhone with the purple case and opened it, swiping it and pressing emergency call.

Freddy took the phone and dialed 911, telling them that their friend was injured. He didn't say how. If Gold found out they called the police he might kill Chica, and Freddy did not want that happening. After he told them the address, he thanked them and put the phone down beside Bonnie.

It was quiet after Freddy hung up. The only sound was Foxy's sobs. He was clutching Bonnie closely. She looked extremely bad; Foxy had tried to clean her face but some of the blood had dried, making one side of her face a sickly brown-red and the other extremely pale, like a ghost.

After about ten minutes, which felt more like ten years, an ambulance showed up. The paramedics looked around the pizzeria with curiosity, possibly wondering what the teenagers were doing there. Nonetheless, hey took Bonnie into the ambulance, Foxy sobbing uncontrollably, pleading to go with her, but they didn't have room.

"The cut is deep," a male paramedic told Mike. "We'll do everything we can. We'll give you a call when she wakes up, what's your phone number?"

Mike had to ask Freddy what's Bonnie's number was, because that was the only phone they had left.

Once they had gotten the number and Bonnie was inside the ambulence, the paramedics left, the ambulance wailing. Foxy was on his knees, raking his hands through his hair, moaning. His eyes were bloodshot and tears were flowing down his cheeks. He was shaking and he kept hiccuping, his eyes glued to the spot where Bonnie had once been laying, but there was nothing left but a big bloodstain and a broken animatronic rabbit.

Mike just hoped they could find Chica soon.