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.

David carefully stands up from the table, counting the shrunken guards once again before glancing at the floor around them.

"Did anyone step on him?"

Jeremy shivers at that, attempting to keep himself from going into panic from the question. He knows the others were simply trying to find their friend, and their reality is based upon something that could allow such a terrifying event occur. They didn't have to worry when the giant's gazes couldn't find any hint of their leader's death. It was clear their friend was perfectly fine. Just, not there.

"I didn't see him with you either, Jeremy," Caleb murmurs, thinking back to when he helped the stuttering guard onto the table. He hadn't seen their friend, leading to him thinking he might've been on the table already, or hitching a ride on someone else.

"Does anyone have him?" Scott questions, earning the shake of their heads.

That's when the eldest guard glances across the floor before standing up, carefully making his way to the space built for all five of the shrunken members of their group to call their own. Eggs designed it, and Vincent built it, with David choosing they put the 'house' of sorts in the corner of the living room for easy access to every part of the building.

"Mike?"

Said ex-lead guard winces at the voice before resting his head in his hands, a loud sigh escaping him before he begins to trudge toward the door.

"You don't have to come out."

Shit! Can he actually see through the goddamn walls!

"But please let me know if you're in there?"

Mike curses softly for being such a dumbass, hesitating before knocking loudly on the wall next to him. A moment and the same tap comes once more, though carefully to not shake anything.

"If you need us, we're right here."

Tears flood his eyes as he knocks once more, a thank you the others weren't angry with his disappearance.

He really did think Scott wanted him to come out and get punished for not being where he should be at the right time. As if a customer would come at any second. He even thought that the others were simply tricking them into thinking they can't see inside but they really could, like those shitty ass mirrors that are really two ways.

Looks like the man just knows him really well.

Mike sighs before trudging back to his apparent room, counting the other doors down the hall to confirm there were, in fact, five. One for each of them. Like they knew he would join no matter what.

...what was he doing here?

Goddamn it they're all so happy! They're laughing and learning and fucking happy! Even with all the shit they went through, with him not helping one goddamn moment. Wasting his stupid ass time, greeting sons of bitches galore and thinking he was helping.

But he wasn't. He wasn't doing shit. They were all somewhere else, waiting to be rescued. And he did nothing. Even when they still needed his help in making sure they don't fucking kill him on accident.

Did they really want him here? He's done nothing but scream and curse and cower. And that's not even after this happened. He's not worth it. Worth William bailing his ass out. Worth a thousand dollars from David. Worth a plead from Caleb. Worth the joy of a Jerber.

What is he supposed to do? He's useless, worthless, fucking-

"Mikeeeeeeeeeey!"

"That's V-V-V-V-Vincent's nickname."

"Just don't tell him!"

"I hear anything and everything, Eggs."

"DAMN YOU! YOUR SHOELACES ARE MINE!"

James rolls his eyes at that before knocking on Mike's door, waiting for any protest before walking to the modest space.

"I like this room," Fritz comments before sitting beside the lead guard, acting almost gentle in his movements.

None of them are yelled at or asked to leave however as the blonde guard displays their 'peace offering'.

"...are those goddamn pancakes?"

Mike couldn't believe it. He imagined the others needing to tears pieces of food from the other's. Being so small meant they couldn't necessarily eat food like they used to. A simple corn kernel was as big as their heads. Potatoes couldn't even be lifted by them. They could be a topping on a hamburger.

But this was their size. With fucking syrup. On a real plate.

Oh God. He really did fucking miss eating from a plate of all things.

"Vincent's really good at making food our size," Eggs grins as Jeremy nods.

"C-C-Cookies."

"Burgers."

"He even purees mashed potatoes really well."

"Lasagna."

"B-B-B-Brownies."

"Jeremy's gonna die from a sugar coma."

Mike can't help but ruffle the stuttering guard's hair at that, carefully taking the plate as James sits on the other side of him.

"You really didn't have to."

"We could hear your stomach from across the living room, Mike," the horror guards smiles, nudging their friend at the glare given. "It's okay if you don't want to join us. Jeremy barely traveled out from under the couch until Vincent managed to snag him and put him on his shoulder. After that he wouldn't leave his shoulder, but it seemed to work out in the end."

"So you're saying I should hide under the goddamn couch and wait for one of the jackass to kidnap me?"

"Asshole," Eggs growls before shoving the plate and forcing the man to take a goddamn bite. "Just take your time is what we mean."

"We d-d-don't m-mind."

"Neither do the others."

"Unless you're me. Then Mr. Harrison will force you to be with him every second of the day. Because he's lonely."

"I'm telling David you said that!"

"EGGS!"

Mike nearly chokes on the admittedly greatest thing he will ever taste from laughter as Fritz sprints after their sister location guard fulfilling the promise of telling on him to his guardian.

"W-W-We happy you're h-h-h-h-here, Mike," Jeremy murmurs, those kind grey eyes pleading at the protest building behind his idol's gaze. "Why e-e-else would David w-w-w-w-want to pay for y-you."

...the business man did want to pay for him. He thought he was just being a douche bag with the ten thousand shit, but, he didn't take the offer back. Not once.

"We're gonna watch a movie," James offers as he stands back up.

"'P-P-P-Princess And The F-Frog'!"

"They stutter in that one?"

Mike snickers at the whack given to him from his best friend, hesitating at the pleading gaze given. "I might join you later, Jer. Deal?"

"Okay!"

"We wouldn't want you back there, Mike," the horror guard smiles gently as he follows after their friend. "There's nowhere else you should be."

"FRITZ! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY!"

"Mr. Harrison, I didn't mean it like that! You know I didN'T-!"

Eggs maniacal laugh is then emitted as Scott berates the business man before asking Jeremy which movie they picked, both him and Caleb yelling PRINCESS TIANA as Vincent quickly helps with setting everything up, James pulling the stunt of climbing up the back of the couch before everyone finally settles in, Fritz nowhere to be seen as David grins like a madman.

Nowhere else I should be...