Disclaimer: I'm a broke college girl. Therefore, I'm not Scott Cawthon, and as such, don't own Five Nights at Freddy's.

A/N: As promised, things will be a little different in this chapter. Flames will NOT be tolerated, however. This is fanfiction, people.

Every part of me was on high alert as I watched the cameras, watching Bonnie getting closer to me. My mind was racing, blood was rushing through my body, and I felt like a million tiny needles were piercing my skin. In other words, I was scared out of my mind.

And it felt great.

I grinned like an idiot as I checked on Bonnie again. My mind was racing with questions. How long had this been going on? How many night guards had died before me? Did Mr. Fazbirch know? And if he did, why was he covering it up?

Because of the money. An annoying little voice in my head answered. That's the way the real world works, Mikey-boy. People lie, cheat, steal, cover up all the time, just so they can keep getting money.

I checked the cameras a third time. I couldn't see Bonnie. Where had she gone? My heart stopped as a horrible thought came to my mind. I hit the lights…and there she was.

Watching me in the door.

Never in my life had I moved faster than when I shot up and hit the switch, closing the door. I turned around, my back to the door, the sight of that damn giant purple bunny still in my mind.

An iconic figure from my childhood, a character who used to give me joy, had suddenly become a figure of dread. My grin spread wider, and before I could stop myself, crazy laughter burst from my throat. With no one around but me and the robots, I didn't try to keep it all in. I laughed and laughed until tears were pouring down my face.

"I can't remember the last time I felt so alive!" I announced to no one as I put my hands to my face, no doubt looking like some kind of maniac. I chuckled a couple more times before turning back around to check if Bonnie was still there. I couldn't keep the doors closed forever, after all. Had to watch the power. Bonnie was gone, so I opened the door. I walked back over to my seat and checked my tablet. 93 percent.

You can do this, Mike. I thought. You can make it through the night. I leaned back in my chair, thinking. Phone Guy had said that the animatronics thought that night guards were endoskeletons; maybe I could wear a costume to protect myself?

But then Fritz might think I'm a furry or something. Or worse, Mom and Dad might find it. I can just see my dad now…cameras, Mike. Check the cameras or you won't live long enough to worry about your second night.

I checked the cameras. Bonnie was back on stage with Freddy and Chica, who still hadn't moved. How did she get there so fast? Next I checked out Pirates' Cove. This time, however, I saw Foxy looking out at me.

"There you are." I said quietly. "You gonna come after me too, Cap'n? Hey, what time is it?" I checked the clock. One o'clock. Sheesh, only one hour had passed and I was about to have two near-death experiences. God, this was exciting.

I flipped through the cameras and saw that Foxy had moved. He was outside of Pirates' Cove now, and I noticed that his head was tilted at a weird angle.

Before I could do anything else, I heard something. Whispers?

"Hello?" I asked, against my better judgment. I looked around a couple times. Nobody there.

Of course there's nobody here Mike, it's one o'clock in the morning. Great, now you're hearing things.

After a while, the sounds stopped. I looked back at the cameras…and my heart stopped. Foxy was running down the hall.

Insane chuckling burst from my mouth, laced with nervousness. He was running! Actually running to get me! Bonnie had just kinda stood still when I saw her, but I actually saw Foxy moving. And unless I was faster, I was actually going to freaking die. I ran over and closed the right door-just in time, it seems. No sooner had the metal door slid down than I heard banging. He was banging on the door, trying to get in, I realized. I stopped laughing, though a huge, anxious grin was still on my face.

What was he doing? Bonnie hadn't been this desperate to get in-was each animatronic more aggressive than the last? Suddenly, the banging stopped. The silence didn't last long, however.

"Hey! You alright in there?" Finally, my smile disappeared, and I stared at the door, eyes wide.

That was a little boy's voice.

"Mister?"

"Um…" I started, before I could stop myself. What was going on?

"I'll help you tonight. But when six o'clock comes, you have to get out of here! Leave Freddy's, go look for another job somewhere else. Okay?"

My head started spinning. Was that still Foxy out there? Was he trying to trick me into letting him in by imitating a kid's voice, maybe pretending that he was a little boy who had somehow gotten into the pizzeria?

The smart thing to do would be to wait. Leave the door closed until he saw that I wasn't fooled, and left on his own. After all, I had plenty of reason not to trust him.

On the other hand, if he WAS changing his voice somehow, it was really well done. It wasn't tinny and far away like the pirate voice I remembered from my childhood. It genuinely sounded like there was a young boy outside the door. My hand slowly drifted towards the button, and before I could stop myself, I opened the door, fully expecting him to pop in and kill me.

But to my surprise, he was gone.

"Huh?" I blinked in surprise, looking around. Then I saw him leaning against the wall. Foxy turned his head to look at me, and my breath caught in my throat. I stumbled back into the office, my heart beating even harder than before. My breathing was shallow. I clutched my chest. When I could finally breathe normally again, I looked back outside. Foxy seemed to survey me curiously, then he turned to look at the wall.

He…he's really not going to kill me? It seemed like ages before I could bring myself to move. My feet like they were made of lead as I trudged back into my office and sank into my chair. I looked back down at my tablet. Down to 86%. I checked the cameras again.

Chica was gone now. And Freddy still hadn't moved. Though he was now looking right at the camera, along with Bonnie.

"New guy! I see Chica! She's heading your way!"

"Huh?" I asked for the second time. Way to sound smart, Mike.

"She's coming!" Foxy answered from outside, still speaking in the 'little boy' voice, which sounded panicked. "She's right outside! Get the door!" Somehow, I managed to get the right door, hitting the lights to see the chicken's silhouette on the wall. As well as Foxy's. I narrowed my eyes at him.

Why isn't he trying to kill me like the others? Why is he talking like a little kid? Why is he helping me? Just what the hell is going on here?!

"She's gone now." The small voice announced. "It's okay now." I shakily nodded my head, even though I knew he couldn't see me, and went to open the door, once again bracing myself for an attack. But once again, the fox pirate just stood there, barely seeming to notice me.

"I…I don't understand." I said shakily. "Why are you…why don't you…?" I could just barely see his jaws moving in the darkness as he answered

"It's a long story. Too long to explain. Let's just say…we're not like what you're thinking."

The rest of the night seemed like a haze after that. Yes, I had a couple more close calls, but my mind was still spinning. And once the clock showed that somehow, I had made alive it to six AM, they started buzzing in my head like bees as I pulled myself up to leave. I checked the hall. Foxy was gone.

On my very first night at Freddy's, I had been given nothing but a tablet with little battery, been almost killed, and had millions of questions. But I knew one thing for sure…I'd be coming back tomorrow.

I was going to get some answers, no matter what.

A/N: Looks like Mike has some help. Now what will happen? Will he learn the truth of what happened at Freddy Fazbear's? Stick around to find out! *Sigh* I really need a better tagline...