NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

WARNINGS
Frequent cursing
Angst
Mistreatment to a lesser being
Mentions of murder

DISCLAIMER
This is based upon the video game franchise Five Nights At Freddy's, all rights for the characters and the world they interact inside belong solely to Scott Cawthon. We own nothing but the writing.
Please give credit to those who deserve it. Thank you.

He was not ready. So many people. So many humans. So many hands grabbing at him and none of them any better than the last.

He kept expecting someone to offer their hand for him to initiate being grabbed. Kept expecting someone to ask if he can get picked up. And for some reason it only got worse after it was clear no one was coming back.

Not David. Not Vincent. Not Caleb. Not Scott. And sure as hell not any of those effected by the disease. This store was Satan's work all to itself, and no fucking way would they come back to this.

But as the waves of people came, and every single one snatches him away as he smiles brightly, one thought kept appearing.

Aw! You still remember my pet name!

And what was mine?

Mr. Asshole Jr.

Obviously that was to rile Mike up and gain a reaction Eggs has missed so much, but it still struck him. Especially with the fact he hasn't seen or heard anything about William.

It was assumed the man shrank. The disease was biological, hence why Fritz is tiny as fuck and David isn't, along with Vincent a giant and Mike's a dainty flower to literally be plucked from the ground.

But he didn't come and Vincent wasn't helping the man with anything. So either he was being stupid and running around his super top-secret bunker at three fucking inches tall alone without any help, which was highly unlikely because of how goddamn cautious he is, or his ass was still giant.

"Hi!" Abby greets above him, forcing the shrunken man to come back into reality at the sound of the door opening. He slowly begins to stand up, having enjoyed a 'break' from the rush of the day.

That's when the human's hand suddenly begins to reach for him, a scowl evident in her features as she watches the customer instead of the man she can kill with a miscalculation of her grasp.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Mike feels his heart race as he stumbles away from the hand stopping midway, staring up at Abby still watching the new human. At least she wasn't going to kill him, but that voice...

"And why not?"

"Because he's coming with me," William states, crossing his arms at the young woman in front of him and glaring fiercely as Scott stands closely behind. "And don't give me any bullshit about him not being for sale."

The eldest guard only smiles gently down at the ex-lead guard staring up at them, mouth hanging open and constantly attempting to say something, but nothing ever came out.

William Afton, his father, was trying to bail him out. The man who experimented on him was there to get him. And with Scott right there, clearly unafraid of what was occurring, he wasn't going to keep Mike.

He was helping the others get him.

"I'm sorry, sir, but he isn't," Abby states, slowly withdrawing her hand when the man she recognizes stays away from Mike. Away from the pet the store owns. She won't let him 'browse' with them again, not when it's hurting the store's profits and reputation.

Who cares about him anyway? Spend an entire hour with him, talking. Sounds like a nightmare. Unless the human's the only one talking.

"Well, I gave you the choice," William shrugs, holding a hand out to Scott as a piece of paper is placed in his grasp.

Two pieces of paper for that matter.

"Law states they have no rights. But, if one of us humans interbred with a Mini-Me when they were lying, blah blah blah, and said human claims their child and again, blah blah blah, said human will be given child without fail."

The cruel man then sneers down at the woman before him, placing Mike's adoption papers and birth certificate and waving a hand to the computer before her.

"Check his name. I know they're only things, but we had each and every one registered. And I know for a fact you have every single one of these, can't say the name you chose to call them because it's absolutely moronic, are in your system. Including Mike Schmidt. Or, a much better name, Hunter Afton."

Abby hesitates, staring at the papers before her. One glance at Mike, the man frozen in fear, and she finally moves to search.

They were wrong. This wasn't true. Mike wasn't William Afton's son. Wasn't a human's son. One that wanted him, as well. There couldn't possibly be-

"And what part of the law states this, sir?"

William sighs before opening his hand toward Scott once more, another slip of paper being put inside his grasp before the folded page is slammed on the counter.

The cruel sneer for his son's jump disappears with Mike simply stands there, completely unaffected by the loud and giant movement that could easily have killed him.

Son's of bitches, WHAT DID THEY DO TO HIM! Now he's not fucking scared!

They're all getting murdered. No one messes with him being able to torture Mike. No one. Especially not some skanky bitch attempting to keep his rightful property away from him.

"Well?"

Abby can't help but glance worriedly down at the shrunken man standing before her, looking up at the impatient and powerful man standing before her clearly wanting Mike. Wanting to take him away.

"If he-"

"They lost their rights, remember?" William smiles, hand that once tapped impatiently on the glass turning over and beckoning with two fingers toward his son watching him.

There wasn't even a second of hesitation, the empty hand leapt into in under a second to be lifted up and taken away from this hell. Even if he didn't go with Scott, being experimented on more times than Vincent was better than this.

"And it looks like, either way, we win." The company owner then straightens up, hand curling over his ex-employee with a cruel smile as he turns away. "Should've taken David's offer of ten thousand when you had the chance."

Mike grasps William's thumb as the two then walk out, tears flooding his eyes as the doors open and he's finally brought outside. Two long months. Two long and soul crushing months, and he finally feels a breeze. The sun. The air.

...and it's really fucking bright holy shit he can't see anything!

"How long?" the booming voice of his father questions, nodding toward the right as Scott quickly follows, more than happy to oblige in a walk for what the man did.

"He stated months. Jeremy was only a day. Fritz a week. James two weeks. Eggs was four."

"Why did he take so long to find?"

"He wasn't in the system. Or, at least what Fritz could get into. He and Jeremy were a part of the newest batches, meaning they were more secure with the thought they wouldn't be allowed back into the world period. We got extremely lucky with Jeremy."

"He always manages to have luck on his side."

"How's the research going?"

"Better. Of course I don't have as many chemicals spilt and injected into me as Vincent does, so finding the one that helped me stay normal isn't too hard to find. Testing them have been interesting, but I've been able to find a few...test subjects."

"No killing?"

"No, Scott. There's been no killing unless it's on complete accident. You should be proud! Especially when it'd be so much fun just watching them run and think they're getting away before-!"

"Afton."

The cruel man growls before glancing down at Mike, almost freezing in his steps at seeing a sight he honestly thought was impossible. Because especially with the man who used Vincent to hurt everyone you care about, and then experiment on you without a second though, you'd think that being shrunk and literally in the hands of a madman would make sure you stay awake instead of falling asleep.

"They really did take a toll on him."

Scott looks down at their friend and leader, sighing at seeing the tiny form curled into a small ball and shivering ever so slightly. And with the information given to him by Fritz and Jeremy, being in a hand meant warmth. A reason why they feel protected when held by certain people.

"Thank you, sir."

William grins at the eye roll given when he nudges the man. Because as much as he didn't want to admit it, he had fun breaking Scott all those years ago. Sure as hell made him much more tolerable to be around in his opinion.

Why the hell does Vincent like stuttering people so much? Makes sense when they're scared, but on a daily basis? It gets annoying fast.

...actually, so does Mike apparently too. God he has strange children.

"Could I-?"

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind you visiting," Scott smiles. The company owner looks away at that, a smirk appearing when an idea appears. A scowl appears on the shorter man's face when the still slumbering ex-lead guard is then oh so carefully placed inside the chest pocket of his father's maroon suit.

Brushing his hands at a job well done, William then raises an eyebrow at the disapproving look.

"What?"

"Do you really want to trick them like that?"

"Have you met me Scott?" A moment passes before a deep rumble of laughter allows the shrunken man to slip deeper into sleep, comforted by the sound. "I bet I can make Jeremy agree to join him."

"Ten bucks."

"You're on, Cawthon."