Oh look your back… What a surprise…

Well I guess this is going to become a regular thing, as much as I would rather not talk about it…

Sometimes I wish Idiocy never found me… but you guys seem to enjoy the story so…

Lets start…

Chapter 4

I was running, not towards something this time, but away from something else.

I didn't dare to look back as I heard the 'CLANG' of metal feet hit the ground behind me.

'Shit, shit, SHIT!' I thought as I ran down the hallway. I had no idea where I was or, quite frankly what I was running from.

The 'CLANG' was steadily getting closer, which meant whatever was chasing me was getting closer as well.

"SCREEEEEEEE!" I heard a demonic scream behind me, and soon after that scream I felt the wind of something swipe at my back.

That got me to run a hell of a lot faster. I bolted down the mysterious hallway as fast as I could, desperately wanting to get away from the metallic beast that was hot on my heels.

I then came across a dead end and skidded to a halt, my head jolted back and forth, searching for an escape route, but all I could see was walls.

I then heard a loud 'CLANG' behind me and I whirled around. Pressing my back against the wall I watched in horror as a hook appeared out of the darkness.

"Mike…" I heard a voice say, the voice was robotic and sounded very familiar.

A snout appeared started to come into the light, and I saw the head of Foxy loom out of the shadows.

"M-Mike…" Foxy repeated, his voice glitching a bit. "I-I be needen a-a first ma-ate Mike…" Foxy stated, his voice still cracking.

Then, to my horror, Foxy brought a spare head of him into view. He held it up.

"A-and you h-have been ch-chosen for th-the honor…" He spoke, his voice was scratchy and eerie.

He started to advance towards me, his hook outstretched in my direction. As he advance one me I panicked and screamed.

"NO!"

I then bolted passed him and ran down the hallway, I didn't make it too far before my sister appeared in the hallway. She just stood there staring at me, and I stopped in front of her.

"Sarah we have to run! We need to get out of here!" I shouted at her in distress.

Sarah tilted her head. "Why? I like it here. You're not scared are you Mikey?"

I heard the 'CLANG' of metal feet behind me and I grabbed Sarah and yanked her towards the other end of the hall.

"Sarah we need to move now!" I shouted.

But Sarah didn't budge. "Mikey, you big scaredy cat, we don't have to leave, I'm having too much fun here." She said.

I then turned around I got to one knee, holding my sister's shoulders.

"Sarah what's the matter with you!? We have to get out of here!" I shouted at her.

I then saw Foxy appear out of the darkness behind Sarah. My eyes widened as I stood up, I was about to run but when I turned around I saw the golden bear standing in the hallway. I backed away from him a bit. Sarah then walked passed me, towards the golden bear.

My eyes widened. "Sarah what are you doing!?" I screamed in terror.

She then stood next to the bear and held its hand, looking up into its black, horrid eyes, and smiled. She then looked back to me.

"Oh Mikey, these are my friends, we don't need to leave this place. We can stay here forever and ever." She chirped.

I stared at her, horrified. I then swallowed and said.

"Sarah, I don't know what they did to you but I can help, I can save you."

Sarah then glared. "You had a chance to save me once, and you failed." She said sharply.

My heart dropped at that statement and my eyes started to water.

"S-Sarah I tried but-" I stuttered but was quickly cut off by my sister.

"But you were a coward." She snarled.

I fell to my knees. "Sarah…" I trailed off but she continued.

"Your nothing but a failure Mikey, that's why I want to stay here with my friends. They have never let me down, unlike you." She said.

I then felt something on my chest and looked to see that Foxy had wrapped his hook arm around me.

"Besides how can you save me when you can't save yourself?" Sarah asked.

I looked up to see Foxy holding the spare head above me, staring at the head slot was like staring at death.

"Welcome t-to the crew matey-y!" Foxy declared.

Foxy then slammed my head into the spare head and everything went black.

Real world…

I awoke from my slumber, screaming with terror. Cold sweat ran down my forehead as I looked around in a panicking manner. As I did so I observed that I was in my bedroom, sitting up in my bed.

I breathed heavily as I thought. 'W-what just happened?' I tried to regain my composure and held my head in my hand. 'Okay Mike… it was just a dream… nothing to get all worked up about.' I told myself. I then recalled the contents of the dream. 'Even though the dream was similar to many of the recent dreams I have been having, and they are all about my sister, who I saw mental image of when I stared into Bonnie's eyes.' I then fell backwards onto my bed. 'Yeah… I'm definitely going to the nut house…' I thought.

I then lifted my head up off my pillow and glanced at my clock on my nightstand. 'Eleven thirty in the morning… I would have liked to sleep longer but, I doubt that's an option due to the previous showing in dreamland…' I thought.

I then slowly sat up in my bed and stretched. I then swung my legs over to the side of the bed and stood up. 'Well, I don't think I'm going to work tonight…' I thought as I walked out of my bedroom.

I then walked into my bathroom, stripped down, and got into the shower. I switched my shower on and felt the warm relaxing water on my skin. I chuckled a bit. 'Yeah, I'm only going back to that horror house to resign and give the boss a piece of my mind.' I thought. I then remembered Bonnie and felt a bit of doubt in my mind.

'Mike…' I recalled my sister's voice in my head when I had stared at Bonnie. I looked down in thought. 'Why the hell does Bonnie beckon me… is she trying to use my sister as a way to lure me out of the office and kill me?' I pondered. I then remembered how Bonnie pulled Chica out of the office. 'No, that can't be it… otherwise she would of let Chica get me.' I then turned off my shower and stepped out. 'Unless its some type of sick competition to them…' I picked up my towel and dried myself off.

'I'm I over thinking this?' I thought to myself as I wrapped the towel around my waist. I then walked over to my sink and got my toothbrush out. 'Well my life was on the line last night so… it might wise to over think it.' I thought as opened my mirror cabinet and took my toothpaste out. 'I can't believe that that bastard Fazbear would let anyone work there during night shift, or even allow the place to stay open with the murderous robots as the main attraction.' I thought.

I then started to brush my teeth. 'I doubt that he doesn't know about the animatronics' "habits" during the night.' I thought and spit. 'I'm gonna put an end to him hiring people and get the damn place closed down.' I thought as I rinsed.

I then put my toothbrush and paste away. I walked out of my bathroom and into my own room to get dressed. 'How could that guy live with himself knowing that he has sent people to their deaths?' I thought as I put on my boxers and some jeans. 'I swear to god I'm going to kill him letting me take the job.' I then threw on a pair of socks. 'I guess that's why they were so eager in accepting me, they probably don't get many who want to work in a place where children's role models come to life and try to kill you.' I threw on a green t-shirt and walked out of my room.

I then grabbed my keys off the table and slid my shoes on. 'All right… last time I'm going to that damn place. Just going to quit the job from hell and be done with that place, forever.' I thought as I opened my door and walked out of my apartment.

But little did I know that this was going to be far from my last visit.

Freddy Fazebear's Pizzeria 12:05 pm

I entered the pizzeria and walked up to the front desk. The lady at the front desk, who I believed to be named Mrs. Gerald,was a bit surprised to see me.

"Mr. Schmidt. What are you doing here? Your shift doesn't start for another twelve hours." She asked.

I leaned on the front desk and gave her a neutral look. "I want to speak with Mr. Fazebear." I stated.

"I'm afraid he's busy at the moment, could you come back a little later?" She asked.

I glared at her. "No I want to speak with him now." I said sternly.

She then looked a bit fearful of me. "May I ask why you must speak with him in such an urgent matter?" She asked.

I kept my glare. "You know why…" I replied.

She seemed to get the message and nodded. She stood up from her chair and walked towards the dining room. She then motioned for me to follow and I obliged. We then walked into the dining room and I saw that a party was going on.

I observed that there was about ten or eleven kids at the party and that there was mostly boys but also one or two girls within the group. I also noticed that there was a couple of adults around and assumed that they were the kids parents or guardian. There was a boy with a crown on and he had a cake with eight candles on it in front of him. The kids were all singing the birthday song along with the Fazebear crew.

When I saw the Fazebear crew I felt a little on edge, as if expecting one of them to run straight at me, or attack one of the children. My eyes landed upon Chica and my heart skipped a beat as I remembered the terrifying memory of my encounter with her last night. 'God damn bird...' I thought.

Mrs. Gerald then motioned for me to wait at the entrance of the dining area. I leaned up against wall as she walked over to the party. She walked up to one of the adults who I recognized to be Mr. Fazebear. Mr. Fazbear was sitting in chair next to what I assumed was a eight or nine year old boy. Mrs. Gerald tapped Mr. Fazebear on the shoulder and when he looked up at she pointed at me. Mr. Fazebear's gaze shifted towards me and I was Mrs. Gerald whisper something to him. Mr. Fazebear then told something to the boy sitting next to him and stood up. Mr. Fazbear walked up to me.

"Hello Mr. Schmidt." He greeted.

I narrowed my eyes a bit. "Fazebear." I replied, a bit of venom in my voice.

"Let us talk in my office." Mr. Fazebear said as he started walking out of the dining area towards the front desk.

I followed him out to the front desk and he lead me into his office. He sat down at his desk and motioned for me to sit in the chair that was in front it. I sat down and folded my arms, glaring at Mr. Fazebear.

"So, what did you want to talk about Mr. Schmidt?" He asked.

"You know what I want to talk about you asshole." I shot at him.

Mr. Fazebear was silent for a moment before saying. "Yes, its about the activates that occur here during the night isn't it?" He asked.

I narrowed my eyes. "More specifically about the murderous robots that wished to kill me and they are the fact that I'm quitting." I stated.

His eyes then showed fear and he quickly said. "No need to resign Mr. Schmidt I'm sure we can work something out."

I raised an eyebrow. 'Does he really think I'm going to stay for money?' I thought out of disbelief.

"No thanks pal, I'd rather not become a crumbled up mess in a suit." I replied.

"Now, now Mr. Schmidt no need to make such a hasty decision, I assure you that your are in no danger here." He said.

I gritted my teeth. "No danger? I was almost killed by your main attractions!" I shouted.

"I assure you Mr. Schmidt that they only wander at night and they have never killed a human before." He tried to assure.

I wasn't buying it. "Yeah right! Last night Chica burst into my office and tried to grab me!" I shot at him.

Mr. Fazebear looked around in a panicking manner, as if trying to find an answer somewhere in the room. "Um… she was only trying to give you a hug." He claimed, smiling awkwardly.

I laughed a bit. "Ha! Yeah right!" I then got up. "I quit, I'll send my security uniform in tomorrow when I'm done washing it." I explained and started walk over to the door.

I then heard Mr. Fazebear quickly get up from his desk and he grabbed my arm. I looked back at him to see him giving me a pleading look.

"Mr. Schmidt please be reasonable-" He tried to say but I quickly cut him off.

"Reasonable? I am not going to be reasonable when its about working in a death trap!" I replied sternly.

"You can't quit! Please!" He pleaded.

I raised an eyebrow. "Why can't I? Why do you want me to work here so badly?" I questioned turning to him. "Do you just want to send me to my death!?" I questioned.

"Mr. Schmidt you don't understand-" He started but I cut him off again.

"Oh I understand all right! You just want me to die! This is some type of sick game to you, you enjoy sending people to there doom!" I accused.

"I don't want to! I don't have a choice! I'm not the one calling the shots here!" He shouted at me.

I was a bit taken aback by this. "What do you mean? Are you being blackmailed or something?" I asked.

Mr. Fazebear must of realized what he had said because he stayed silent for a moment before saying.

"Yes, if I don't do as "he" says something terrible will happen…" He explained.

"Who is he?" I asked.

Mr. Fazebear looked down. "I've said too much."

I then grabbed him by his shirt and brought him up to my face in a threatening manner. "Who the hell is he!?" I questioned.

"I can say! He doesn't want you to know yet!" Mr. Fazebear replied.

I then lifted him up by his shirt and smacked him up against a wall so that I could keep him held up. "This guy is trying to get me killed and I refuse to play his little game! Tell me who the f*** he is!" I shouted at him in rage.

I heard the door click open to my left and quickly dropped Mr. Fazebear.

"Uncle Fazebear?" I heard a young boy's voice ask from behind the door. Not a second later did I see the boy who was sitting next to Mr. Fazebear during the party stepped into the room.

The boy looked at Mr. Fazebear and me. "I heard someone yelling from outside Uncle Fazebear, are you okay?" The boy asked.

Mr. Fazebear brushed himself off a bit before saying. "Yes Tyler everything is okay, Uncle Fazebear was just having a talk with one of his employees." Mr. Fazebear explained. He then raised an eyebrow at "Tyler". "Why were you outside my office anyway Tyler? Shouldn't you be playing with your friends?" Mr. Fazebear asked.

Tyler looked down. "Well when you left the party Uncle… I was a bit sad, it's never a party without you and I wanted to know when you were coming back." Tyler explained.

Mr. Fazebear walked over to Tyler and knelt down to eye level with him. "I'll be back at the party soon Tyler, I just need to finish talking with my employee." Mr. Fazebear explained. "Now go back and play with your friends alright?" He told his nephew in a gentle tone.

Tyler looked a bit disappointed. "Okay…" He replied.

Tyler then walked out of the office and Mr. Fazebear shut the door. He then turned back to me.

"Now Mr. Schmidt I beg of you to return tonight." He said.

I crossed my arms. "Why should I?" I asked.

"Because the last time something didn't go "his" way a child was severely injured." Mr. Fazebear explained.

I looked down. 'This bastard just has to toy with peoples lives doesn't he?' I thought. 'And if this guys is really behind everything he probably controls the animatronics… he could kill a lot of kids if he wanted to.' I looked back up at Mr. Fazebear and sighed.

"Fine… but I want a raise." I replied.

Mr. Fazebear nodded. "Fair enough." He then walked towards the door. "Now… if you have nothing else to talk about I have a party to attend to." He said as he put his hand on the doorknob and looked back at me, waiting for an answer.

I just shook my head, still a bit pissed that I was dragged into this. "I got nothing…" I grumbled.

"Good, see you tonight Mr. Schmidt." Mr. Fazebear said as he walked out of the office.

I stood there for a bit, before also exiting the office and walked out of the pizzeria.

'I guess this isn't my last time being here…'

Mike's Apartment 11:15 pm

I sat there, on my couch. I had my uniform on and was staring at the ground, lost in thought.

'Why the hell am I doing this?' I thought. 'Why was I stuck in this situation? What did I do to deserve this?' I asked myself. I then took off my cap and ran my fingers through my hair. 'I could just stay here, not have to return to that damn place and live a happy life.' I thought. But I then shook my head 'No, I can't do that otherwise the bastard who's behind it all will hurt a kid.' I then looked up. 'But if that does happen at the pizzeria then it may be shut down, and then the problem can just go away.' I thought, a bit of hope in my mind. 'Yeah! Then whoever is behind all the stuff going on there won't be able to hurt anyone!' I thought.

I stood up and started to take my uniform off. 'Besides… its Fazebear's problem and not mine, I'm not going to get myself killed.' I thought.

I know I wasn't thinking logically at this point but I just desperately wanted an excuse not to go back to the pizzeria.

"But you were a coward." I heard my sister's voice in my head. I remembered her words in the dream I had last night. "You're nothing but a failure Mikey" I looked up.

'I was a coward once…' I then took out my wallet and opened it to see a picture of my sister. 'And I lost my sister.' I thought. 'Do I really want to be the reason someone lost a person they love too?' I stood there staring at the photo of my sister for a long moment before I put my wallet back in my pocket and buttoned up my shirt again. 'I can't let my fear be the reason someone died… not again.' I then went over to my table and picked up my keys.

I walked to my front door and opened it. I looked back at my apartment once more.

'Again… last chance to turn back.' I thought. I then flipped off the lights to my apartment and walked out the door.

'Yeah… I think I'm suicidal now…'

A/N: Here is the next chapter… I know this one may have been a bit boring but hey, I had to get a few things out of the way before I got to the next night. And if you people don't like the direction I'm going with this fic I'm open to suggestions.

But anyway see you guys next time… Idiocy01 out.