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.
"Jeremy! Not again!"
"It's n-n-n-not my fault!"
"Oh really!"
"R-Really!"
"Then how do you explain the fact there's no one in here!"
"...MY C-C-C-CEREAL!"
"Fucking-"
Mike's brow furrows at the voices, the sounds, the laughter. It didn't seem to fit, especially with all the nightmares he's been having. Not dreams of how the others were doing good. Messing with each other and enjoying every bit. He wished he did, but he could only remember how he let Jeremy down.
Alone, afraid, lost. Fritz getting shrunk too. David most likely blaming him. The others...
With a groan the ex-lead guard slowly sits up, wincing when he upsets the bruise from before. And the one from after he was tossed on the counter by a punk of a teenager. And the scratch from the prissy ass lady's sharp ass nails snagging his arm.
God, he hurts all over. And he can't do anything about it but-
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Mike?"
The man breathes heavily as he moves away, attempting to figure out just what the hell was going on. Especially with a real bed holding him. No glass ceiling, no sawdust that fucking hurts his goddamn hands, and actual walls surrounding him.
...was this heaven?
"Mike? Are you-?"
"SHIT!"
James winces at the thump of their friend hitting the floor, quickly darting over to help him up. His hand is gratefully excepted, and with little effort the once heavy guard is lifted to a wobbly stand, arms out to steady himself.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm just fucking-"
The horror guard waits for an answer before yelping as he's lunged at, both men going down as Mike hugs him as if he'd never be let go.
"Grave Digger. Holy shit you're here. You're here and we're not in some goddamn hand and thank God you're okay."
James hugs his friend tightly, leaning into the embrace that was clearly needed for the last member of their group. The one who was finally home.
"Hey, I heard some-"
"EGGED JACKASS!"
Eggs lets a girly scream escape when Mike suddenly lunges at him, both tumbling through the bedroom's door way and into the hallway as he's hugged to death.
"Holy shit you're here too! I can't fucking believe it! You're safe and here and-!"
"Mike!" the mechanic laughs, carefully peeling himself from the tight embrace to properly look at him friend.
His friend who didn't look entirely here. As if he thinks this is all a dream.
"Mike, we're all here. At home. With Scott, Jeremy, Fritz, David, Caleb, and sometimes William 'cause he's an asshole who can come at any time he fucking wants apparently."
A moment passes before those blue eyes narrow and a lightbulb seems to click.
That's when he remembers Scott coming into the store, with William. They talked to Abby, showed his papers. Apparently law meant a human could claim a Mini-Me child. And then, the bright sun, them walking...
"Home."
"Yeah. This is home," Eggs smiles, untangling himself as James helps lift Mike to his feet. They watch as he slowly nods, finally standing on his own before they begin to walk to the door.
Only to fall back when three taps shake the entire goddamn place.
"I heard Eggs scream like the girl he is."
"Fuck you, Harrison!"
"You know it's true."
The horror guard smiles at the glare given, quickly opening the door and waving up at David watching with concern. The giant man opens his mouth before snapping it shut, staring as Mike appears in the doorway, frozen there.
"Nice to see you, Mike."
"Douche Bag."
"Fucked-"
"Mr. Harrison!"
The business man lifts his head up in exasperation, taking a deep breath from how much control that little redhead has on him before standing up. Mike only watches as the man grows taller, a clear annoyance yet fondness toward the little voice yelling at him before those giant shoes spin to where the teenager stands.
"Wait! Wait! DON'T-!"
"TOO LATE!"
Fritz squeals as his shirt is pinched carefully between two fingers, lifted up and tossed carefully as he screams before landing in his guardian's hands as a giant smirk is displayed.
"MR. HARRISON!"
"'Mr. Harrison'," David mocks in a high-pitched voice, laughing at the pout given up to him as he lifts Fritz close to his face. "That's what you sound like."
"And this is what you sound like!"
"Come on," Eggs smiles, shoving at Mike still blocking the way before tugging him toward the kitchen Fritz was currently being carried to as he scrambles up to his guardian's hair.
"Your shoes never taste any better, Fritz," David growls once his charge is safe on his head, still walking and careful to avoid the Jeremy currently pouting on the floor.
"No," Vincent repeats, knowing the puppy dog eyes were being aimed full force up at him. A moment passes before a slight weight jumps onto his shoe, the purple man shaking his head again knowing exactly what Jeremy was trying to do. "No."
"Vinceeeeent!"
"Vinceeeeent!"
The former murder and stuttering guard hesitate at the second whine, knowing for a fact it was Eggs. And as Jeremy leaps off his friend's shoe to peer around the corner, Vincent waiting patiently before following after, their treated with the sight of Eggs skipping ahead as James follows. Followed by-
"MIKE!"
The ex-lead guard can't help but freeze up, expecting Abby to appear out of no where and snatch him up. Tell him he did something wrong. That he could never come out of his cage again. Even though his family was right-
A yelp escapes as Jeremy leaps into his arms, laughter flooding the air as he snuggles into the adorable little night guard he missed so goddamn much.
And now he'll never have to say goodbye. Never have to worry about someone saying he can't see his best friend. Never have to worry about hands trying to-
"SHIT!"
Vincent only kneels beside the two, not even reaching for Jeremy or Mike as the young adult is hugged tightly as if to save him from being grabbed. He doesn't comment on the reaction either, simply waiting for those bright blue eyes to open and see there was no danger.
Never from any one of them.
"Hey, Mikey."
The ex-lead guard was admittedly embarrassed by the warm smile given as he clings to Jeremy for dear life.
"Hey Purple Guy."
"Nice to see you're finally awake. Welcome to the circus," the former murder chuckles, nudging Eggs as he kicks his shoe for the comment.
"Making fun of my insane asylum, are you!"
"Yep."
"I'M GONNA-!"
Caleb takes Vincent's spot as the purple man walks away from their blonde guard attempting to attack his shoe laces. Because one thing they knew and it was any laces stolen by Eggs were his forever.
And they meant forever. Vincent's nearly out of wearable shoes.
"Hi, Mike! Hi, Jeremy!"
"Hey, Hell Spawn," the man smiles, ruffling the Jer's soft curls before slowly standing up. He brushes his pants off, knowing he won't be able to get a new pair for as long as he live-
Oh, right. He's not at the store anymore.
"Uh, how are you?"
"I'm good. Crazy morning like always," the little boy smiles, glancing over to see Vincent still walking in circles to avoid Eggs. The mechanic wasn't going to give up, however. "Give me one minute."
"VINCENT! YOU SLOW YOUR ASS DOWN OR I WILL PERSONALLY!" Eggs pauses as he pants, a finger held up before he starts racing after his friend once more. "GET BACK HERE!"
"Hungry, Eggs!"
Mike watches as the blonde guard glares after Vincent before flopping backwards, Caleb quickly catching him before he can hit his head on the ground. The littler boy then carefully lifts their friend up to the wooden table, Scott winking at him before glancing down to see Mike watching him.
"Nice to see you're finally awake, Michael."
"Nice to see you too, Phones."
"C-C-Come on, Mike!"
The eldest guard laughs as Jeremy suddenly yanks their friend toward the table, David stepping over them carefully before plopping beside him and looking over the reports.
"Restaurants doing good?"
"Nearly had another break in."
"Fuck."
"Mr. Harrison? Could I possibly visit the animatronics?" Fritz questions, leaning over David's hair to see what the two adults were speaking about. He's not told to look away or do something else, they both knew he understood a lot more of the business world than they thought he originally did. More so working under David, living under the same roof only helped the fact as well.
"I don't know, Fritz," Vincent begins, glancing over Jeremy quickly perking up with the idea of seeing the toys again. "They didn't change in size."
"I think Happy would get a kick out of that."
"C-C-C-CC, too."
And Chica.
Mike hesitates when he remembers he, in fact, worked under Freddy Fazbear's. And Freddy Fazbear's meant he was actually in charge of the originals.
...he hadn't thought about them ever since this bullshit happened.
Were they okay? Did they miss him? Did they know he was ever missing? Did Golden know? Did they care? They grew to enjoy him, love him, talk about random shit with him, but did they really want him back? He was just a reminder of Vincent's murder of those five kids. Kids stuffed inside of them. Frontal lobe missing...
Not much to love.
"Hey! Stiller! Get your ass up here!" Eggs calls, finally breaking through Mike's dark thoughts as the horror guard glares up at his grinning friend.
"I was banned from using my method! Remember!"
"Nope! I remember!"
"Do it, James!"
"Do-?"
Mike's eyes grow wide as James unhooks a giant ass fishing hook from his side, the tool having been hidden from sight until now, standing back before swinging it as he moves further away. Jeremy stops his journey to fuck knows where to watch as well, a bit excitedly as the hook goes around, and around, and around, and-
"IT'S GOOD!" Eggs cheers, hands in the air as if he'd shout 'GOAL!' for the longest amount of time as the glistening and sharp tool lands a few feet from him and onto the table. With slow movements, their friend then carefully tugs the line until it catches the edge.
Caleb then appears beside them, shoes taller than even James planted so close the shrunken man could touch it. But neither one pauses, even Jeremy as he moves close to where the horror guard watches the little boy judging his work.
"It seems embedded pretty well," he begins, tucking Fredbear under an arm to carefully touch the gleaming hook. It doesn't move with the slight nudge, and considering James in incredibly tiny beyond belief, he should be fine.
"Ready?"
"Ready!"
Scott huffs before watching with interest as James begins to scale the fishing line, Vincent leaning over to watch as well as Eggs waits patiently at the top. David then allows Fritz to race over and watch as well, Caleb carefully making sure James could only fall into his hand if the line were to snap, the hook fall, or even he lets go. Every member was paying rapt attention to the display given, fascination and encouragement the only thing on there minds.
Every member, except one.
"Nice job!" Fritz cries, high fiving their horror guard rolling his eyes.
"Seriously, not a big-"
"YES IT IS!"
Jeremy scowls Vincent snatching the man away just as Caleb sets him on the table, a bit excited as even Scott smiles at the job well done. Especially when compared to last time, the hook nearly sliced its owner in half...
"Better be careful, Stiller," Scott warns as the purple man finally releases his victim, having tossed the man in victory. "Don't do it when we're not around."
"Yet," his best friend grins, ruffling the hair as hands of a dizzy man attempt to shove him away.
"I don't think I'll ever do it again if I'm tossed every time."
"You'll have to teach me!" Eggs proclaims, sliding next to their friend.
"Me too!" Fritz cries, yelping when David's protective hand stops him from even going near James.
"Scott, don't you think this is a bad influence?"
"They don't want to be carried everywhere."
"But-"
"And," the eldest guard scowls, allowing the redhead enough of a distraction to weave around his guardian's hand and next to the others as Jeremy sits beside him as well. "Tell me you want to leave them stranded. A way to the floor isn't a bad idea. Especially when Jeremy does Jeremy things."
"He does do Jeremy things," Caleb smiles.
"Well what does Mike say about it?"
A moment goes by before they realize they actually can ask Mike about what he thought. Before the phrase was used a bit rhetorically, asked into the air, waiting for an answer that never came, and then continuing with their argument.
But now their leader was back. Able to provide insight they all trusted no matter how many times he 'fucks shit up'.
"But, wh-wh-wh-where is M-M-Mike?"