(AN: Ha ha! Two chapters in one day. Looks like another short AN guys. Alex: Time for REVIEWS!

Natekleh: I always get away fast enough sometimes, others, not so lucky. XD

Elchikaah Haly: The first part was confusing? *wipes off hands* My work here is done. XD Really though, thanks, I hope to please really. And for Mike, I hope you enjoy what awaits him.

guest: Although I don't like to repeat myself, I will say this again. I'm currently working on a few projects, this, Turnabout Forgotten, Turnabout Sprits, and a few oneshots. I plan on making rewrites of my old stories once I have less on my plate.

unicornboo:Thanks! XD Yeah, sibling bonding is the best.

Me: Welp, there we have it! Alex: You do the DISCLAIMERS this time. *goes to take nap* Me:... I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's or Ace Attorney, Capcom and Scott Cawthon on the other hand, do.)

Freddy Fazbears Pizza

April 30-7:15 AM

"Are you sure Trucy?" Trucy sighed as she turned, using her right arm to point at the animatronic fox. "Yes Mike, I'm sure he won't try to stuff you in a suit." Mike frowned, crossing his arms and sighing. "How sure are we talking here?" Trucy went behind the animatronic fox, using her phone as a flashlight as she searched the back of its head. "I'm as sure as to how sure I am to where this guy's power button is..." She smiled in truimph as she pushed a button, making the fox jolt. "Which is pretty sure."

Mike took a step back as the fox groaned, looking up. "Hey there Trucy..." Apollo yawned, using his hooked hand to cover his mouth as he did. "What's going on..?"

He finally noticed Mike, who was slowly walking backwards towards the Cove's entrance. He used his metal hand to wave. "Ahoy there lad! What brung ye here to they Pirate's Cove?" Trucy huffed, walking over to Mike, and grabbing his sleeve. "Mike, he means no harm."

Mike glared at Trucy, and shook his head. "Remember why he's even out of order?" He pointed towards Apollo's jaw, which was still broken, with some of the black blood dripping off it still. "Remember the bite?"

"... I do." Trucy nodded, dragging Mike back over towards Apollo. "But please, he's changed, give him another chance." Apollo nodded his head slowly, extending his metal hand towards Mike. "Please lad, are ye able to forgiv' this old fox?"

Mike crossed his arms, shaking his head. "No." Trucy narrowed her eyes, placing her hands to her hips. "I think you would be in bigger trouble if you said no."

"..." Mike's eyes widened, his mouth opened in shock. He then shut it, and glared at Trucy. "Trucy Susan Wright!"

"That's not even my middle name!" Mike waved his hand, shaking his head. "That's besides the point. The point is, you can get people to do whatever you want." He glanced over towards the fox, who was watching with this amused expression. "No matter how much I don't want to..." He looked towards the outstretched, metal hand, and tapped it. "There." He turned, and walked near the entrance to the cove. "We don't have to hurry today. Since today is Wednesday, the place won't open up. Although..." He opened the curtain, and grabbed his toolbox. "I think the day guard comes..."

He walked back over to Apollo, and kneeled down. "Alright Foxy, show me where you hurt yourself." Apollo narrowed his eyes, frowning. "I didn't hurt myself..."

"Just do it Fox."

Apollo looked up at Trucy, smirking as he nodded. "Calm down lass, I will..." Apollo moaned slightly as he moved his arm from his chest, showing the gaping hole in his stomach.

(Wait, I did that! I don't remember the wound being so big though...)

Mike let out a low whistle, digging into his toolbox. "Hey, Trucy, go into the backstage. I think there was a box with parts for each animatronic." Trucy nodded, and turned towards the cove entrance before running off. She opened the curtains, and looked towards the stage. All three animatronics were there, but they were looking at each other, talking. Billy was gripping his guitar, his face somehow making a snarl. Frank had a shocked and hurt look on his face, while Chancey stood there, her hands to her hips as she watched the two boys.

Trucy sighed, and looked around.

(Where did Apollo put it..? Ahah!)

She walked towards a table, and picked up the small ball, she examined it closely. It wasn't that big, it could easily fit into her palm. A small button was on the side.

(Most likely the thing that opens the locket.)

She walked towards the stage, and jumped on it. "Billy." The bunny turned, and nodded, the frown not leaving his face. "What?" Trucy walked over to the bunny, and gave him the locket. "I found it."

"Trucy, hurry up!" Trucy jumped slightly before running into the backstage. "Where is it..?" She looked under shelves, near the table, and finally found a large, brown box labled 'Foxy' near the table. "There you are..." She opened the door, and looked on stage. "Can one of you guys help me?" Frank nodded, placing his micriphone down on the ground before jogging forward. "I could if it helps Ms-"

Trucy shook her head, pointing towards the cove. "No, you can't." A bright flash went off, before Frank stood before Trucy. He tipped his head to the side, his hat nearly falling off his head. "Why's that?"

"Trucy, what was that bright flash?" Trucy sighed, glancing towards the cove again. "My flashlight just went off. Sorry Mike!"

"Ha ha... Just... Don't do it again, I think you startled Foxy more than me... Another Bite was about to go down."

"Me jaw wasn't close to yer head!" Trucy sighed, looking towards Frank again. "Now do you see why?"

"..." Frank stood there, stroking his goatee with one hand while he hummed to himself. He glanced at the cove. "Still... It's not like he'll know it's me..." He smirked, and placed his fists to his hips as he smiled. "After all, I'm supposed to be 12 by now, not 20."

(... How does that even work?!)

Frank chuckled, walking over to the box. "Don't ask, I don't know how it works either." He picked up the large box with ease, grunting slightly. "Well... Let's go then..." He started to walk towards the stage's edge, taking small steps. "Uhm... Frank..?"

"... Huff... Yeah..?"

"Watch out for the-" Frank got to the edge of the stage, and easily jumped down, his knees bending to support his weight, before glancing up at Trucy. "What..?" Trucy stared at the man in shock before shaking her head, walking towards the stage's edge herself. "Nothing... Nevermind..."

Mike glanced at the fox as he waited for Trucy to come back, his eyes darting around the area. The fox was sitting, his legs crossed with his tail tapping the ground. The fox's head was tilted to the right, his jaw, somehow, shut. "So..."

"... So..."

Mike clasped his hands together, taking a deep breath.

(Why, oh why did I agree to this?)

"... Uhm, n-nice place you have here..." The fox looked around before looking back at Mike. "Aye, ye could get used to the surroundins though..." Silence enveloped the room again for a few minutes, the fox just staring at the anxious man before him. Mike glanced at the fox, and shivered, grabbing his phone out of his pocket. "W-why are you staring at me..? If it's because you think I'm afraid, I'm really not!"

Foxy's tail shot up in shock, his eyepatch flying open before closing. "... Ha... Ha ha..." Foxy fell over, his jaw creaking by the laughs he gave. Mike ran over to the fox, grabbing his arm and shaking it. "Is something wrong with your wiring Foxy?" Foxy didn't answer, he shook his head, pointing at Mike. "Yer face lad!"

Mike tilted his head to the side, frowning. "My face..? What's wrong with my face?" Foxy sat back up slowly, his laughs dying down to small snickers. "I be wonderin how ye lie, and I-I... Ha ha..."

Foxy used his metal hand to rub the top of his head, his jaw set in a small smirk. "Never mind lad, ye wouldn't get it..." Mike sighed, shaking his head as he sat down. "I don't know how you find humor in this... I don't know how you even find humor in anything. I mean..." He gestured to Foxy, shrugging. "You're a robot! Robots can't feel..." Foxy hummed to himself, his tail sweeping the floor, brushing dust into the air. He flinched when the dust went towards his nose. "Ah... Ah... ACHOO!" Foxy sneezed, the black blood from his mouth flying onto Mike. "Ha... Sorry lad..."

Mike sighed, wiping his shirt off as he shook his head. "Bless you. And it's fine really, I have more at home."

"Am I interupting something?" Mike turned and looked at the cove entrance. He smiled and waved, shkiing his head. "Nah, you're interupting nothing big. C'mon into our cove!"

"Aye, slow ye horses lad. This be me cove!" Mike snickered, walking towards Trucy as he looked behind him. "Sure it is." He turned back around, and finally noticed the tall shadow standing next to Trucy. "Oh... Who's that Trucy?" Trucy turned towards the shadow, biting her lip as she did. "Uhm... Here, let me help him put the crate down." She grabbed the person's arm, dragging the person towards Mike. "Set it down right here." The person, a man, grunted as he set the box down, his small top hat covering his messy brown hair. The man then stood up straight, and smiled. "Hello! Nice to meetcha!" The man held out a hand, grinning. "My name is Soportar, I come to help repair some of the robots here. What's your name?" Mike glanced at the tall man before quickly shaking his hand. The large hand of the man easily covered Mikes. "Mike, Mike Schmidt." Soportar laughed, placing his fist to his hips. "What brings you here Mr. Schmidt?"

Mike fingered the glasses in his pocket, smiling sheepishly. "I came on Trucy's request really, Foxy needed repairs." Soportar nodded, taking his top hat off his head to dust it off. "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Schmidt." Mike sighed, placing his glasses on his face as he walked over to the box. "Please, just call me Mike."

"Alright then Mr. Schmidt." Trucy laughed, walking over towards Foxy. The fox chuckled, shaking his head. "Ye can't change the lad's mind, Mikey."

(... I feel targeted...)

*Ring ring*

Everyone turned their attention to the front of the cove, where a voice could be heard. "So, wait, Mr. Stahm, you're saying the night guard wants to repair them?" Trucy glanced at Mike before walking towards the cove's entrance, holding her cap in her right hand. "... I understand that, but we both know what happens on the night shift!" Trucy rolled up the cap, and held it up high as she got near the entrance. "... Mr. Stahm, I just-" Trucy opened the curtains, and jumped out, screaming a battle cry.

Trucy tackled the man, who was standing infront of the cove, and smacked him in the head. "Ow! Hey! Quit it!" Trucy didn't listen as she smacked his face with the large cap, gritting her teeth. "What are you doing here!?" She didn't hear Mike's footsteps, or even notice him until he grabbed her, picking her up and off the man. "Trucy! Calm down! He works here!" Trucy looked down at the man, finally noticing the outfit similair to hers, the cap on his head backwards. She smiled sheepishly as Mike set her down, the man blinking in astonishment. "Ha... Sorry about that... Thought you were a robber..." The man on the ground sighed, sitting up as he glanced at Trucy. "Who in the right mind would want to rob this place?" He stood up, dusting his shirt off as he looked around with his light blue eyes. "Huh, seems everythings going well..." He smirked, rubbing a finger under his nose as he glanced at Trucy. "You the night guard that works here?"

(I already don't like this guy...)

Trucy nodded, placing her hands to her hips as she glared at the man. "Why yes, as a matter of fact, I am. What's it to you?" The man laughed, taking a small camera out of his pocket. "Oh, just wondering how desperate you are to have to watch these things. Or to even work here." Trucy pinned her arms to the side, her frown deepening. "So? You work here too! Why do you work here?" The man snorted, placing his camera back in his pocket to cross his arms. He smirked as he walked back to Trucy. "I'm actually doing well. I'm just forced to work here, that, and I can't quit."

"And why can't you quit?!" The man smirked, wrapping an arm around Trucy. "Why, I'll be glad to tell you!" A deep growl was heard from behind. Trucy and the man turned to see Apollo standing near the cove's entrance, with Frank holding him back. Mike's face grew pale as he pushed the man and Trucy towards a hall. "How about you talk in the office. I-I need to repair Foxy..." Frank nodded his head towards the backstage area. "And I need to fix Freddy. You two should go along." Apollo grunted, nodding towards the hall. "Get out of me sight ye scurvy dog!"

Trucy and the man nodded, walking down the hallway towards the office. "So." The man clamped his hands together. "Allow me to give you a little info about myself. My name is Cody Hackins, I work as the day guard here. I was the night guard before, but had to be dropped due to an incident." Trucy nodded, and walked into the office, quickly sitting down in ghe wheelie chair. "I'm Trucy, being a night guard is a side job for me. I'm really a magician." Cody snorted, sitting down on the desk infront of Trucy. "Sure, sure... Anyway. Where should I start..? Alright, I got it." He took out his camera, pressing a few buttons on it.

"So, I bet you already know about the robots and suit stuffing and all that... How many nights have you been here?" Trucy held up three fingers, Cody gave a low whistle. "I only got to the second night before I was debunked... Anyway, I wanted out, but the contract stated I couldn't unless I sued the place, or if I of course, die. So I was working, and-" He stopped, looking up at Trucy, he narrowed his eyes. "Before I go on, I need you to answer me just this one question." He leaned forward, and whispered. "Do you believe in ghost?"

(AN: It took me awhile, but here it is! XD Sorry for the long wait, I got stuck on a few parts, and my mom's Birthday was on Saturday, had a little reunion. For those wondering, the reason I wrote Foxy and Soportar as Frank and Apollo for Mike's POV is because Mike still doesn't know who they really are. And yes, Soportar is a pun name. XD I hope that clears up any confusion. R&R, and remember, your flames warm my family.)