A/N: Hey guys, back again! So, before I get into this, I have a couple people I'd like to thank for their wonderful reviews:

Rollerwings: I'm glad you like my writing, and my version of Mike. I'm having a lot of fun writing him XD Yep, he and Ian are going to be a very...interesting duo.

MMiladinova: Yeah...looking back on it, I'm kinda mad at myself for adding in the FNAF subplot in Rewritten Pastas now, since I decided to write this. Originally I was just gonna write that part in RP and leave it at that, but soon I found myself coming up with my own version of Mike, then a plot started to form, and before long...this story happened. FNAF has officially taken over my soul. But yeah, as you can see, things are gonna be a bit different here.

XXPay4XtraShippingsXX: You really think this feels real? Well, thanks! Yeah, like I said to Rollerwings, I love writing my Mike. Same with Ian-I have so many plans for those two...

Ariel-Mystic-Siren: Yay, new reviewer! Well, don't worry, I'm having fun writing this, and I don't plan to stop anytime soon, especially with summer coming around, and giving me more free time to work on this!

Whoa, first time I've done that. I meant every word though, guys. Thanks for all your kind words, and I hope I continue to please you :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's, it belongs to the wonderful mind that is Scott Cawthon. All hail the Cawthon.

"So…you were murdered?" I asked. "You and your friends?" Foxy, or rather Ian, nodded his head grimly. It was fifteen or twenty minutes later. At first, I'd had my doubts, but after hearing his story, I was beginning to question myself.

"The next thing I knew, I was inside Foxy. And I was angry. Very angry. I…I couldn't control it. I could only think of one thing-revenge. Not just against the man who killed us, but against night guards in general, since he was one."

"So then, why aren't you trying to kill me?" I asked. Ian looked off to the side, probably ashamed of what he was going to say next.

"It…it was because of the Bite of '87."

Once again, my heart stopped beating for a second.

"After that, I came back to my senses. She couldn't control me anymore."

"'She'?" I asked.

"Me and my friends weren't the only ones that man killed." Ian explained. "A couple years before us, there was a little girl, Melody. His first victim. After she died, she was able to stay here by transferring her soul inside a puppet that they used to have here.

"She was furious about being murdered. And the longer she stayed here, the more corrupted her soul became with anger and rage. She wanted revenge against her murderer…but she couldn't do it alone. And when me and my friends were killed, she had her chance.

"Melody used the puppet to put our souls inside the animatronic characters like she'd done to herself…and her rage spread to us. We no longer had control of ourselves."

"So she brainwashed you guys to kill just for her own revenge?" I asked.

"She wanted revenge for all of us." Ian said. "At least, that's what she said. I think in her own way Melody does want to help us-she's just too full of anger and hatred."

"And…and when you did it-the bite…"

"I didn't want to!" Up until this point, Ian had been sitting cross-legged on the floor, and he suddenly shot up, nearly causing me to fall out of my seat. "She made me do it, really!"

All of a sudden, it was very easy for me to believe that there was a little boy inside the big scary animatronic.

"Easy there!" I held out my hands in a defensive gesture. "I'm not accusing you of anything!" Despite myself, a grin slowly started to creep over my face again. Ian probably noticed this, and he slowly sank down to the ground again.

"Sorry. Anyway, after I came back to normal, I tried to get out of Foxy. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't leave. I'm stuck in here." He looked at his hook hand sadly.

"But you don't want to kill night guards anymore?" I asked.

"I never wanted to." Ian insisted. "Like I said, Melody, is influencing us to kill. It was like being in a nightmare-being sent out to kill people again and again. Even behind all the anger, there was still a part of me that tried to stop, to scream at the night guards to run, but…" He clutched his head in his good hand, and I suddenly felt very sorry for the poor kid.

"It's okay." I said before I could stop myself. "You're better now. You started trying to help night guards after that, didn't you? Like you helped me last night?" Ian nodded.

"I don't even remember how many people ended up dead because of me. I hoped that if I started helping night guards instead, it would somehow make up for it. And even if it doesn't…I don't want to see anyone else die."

I got the feeling that if he could cry, he would. Couldn't say I blamed him. That little boy had been through way too much stuff-and he was only nine. I started to open my mouth to give him even more words of encouragement, but at that moment, I saw Bonnie in the door.

Hell. I had been so busy listening to Ian that I forgot to check the cameras. I shot out of my seat and scrambled to the door, closing it as a semi-psychotic smirk crossed my face. Ian cocked his head at me curiously.

"Sorry, but why do you do that?"

"Lock out people who want to kill me?" I asked.

"No-you smile whenever you're scared. I noticed that. And last night, I heard you laughing when you shut me out."

"Force of habit." I explained. "I'll tell you later. For now, let's hear a little more of your story." I checked the lights. Bonnie was gone now, so I opened the door and checked my power. 77%. And it was two o'clock. I looked back at Ian.

"That girl-Melody, is she still around?"

"Yeah." Ian answered. "She's not in the puppet anymore, though. Mr. Fazbirch tossed it away, and Melody had to leave it behind. She's still here, though, keeping an eye on all of us." I squeezed my chin thoughtfully.

"Then those whispers I heard last night-that was her?"

"Could be." Ian shrugged. "Even though she can't actually hurt anyone anymore, she still tries to scare people, make them paranoid."

I leaned back in my seat, letting everything sink in. Foxy was possessed by the soul of a dead kid- and so were the others. Ian was the only one who didn't try to kill me. And there was another dead child who had corrupted them, forcing them to kill people against their will. The whole thing left me feeling lightheaded. I faintly noticed out of the corner of my eye that Chica was on her way again.

"If…" I started, "If I leave in a couple hours, and never come back-what will happen to you?"

"The same thing that happens to me every time a night guard leaves." Ian answered somberly. "Melody will get angry, maybe scream at me. But it won't be so bad, knowing that at least you were able to get out alive."

"Yes;" I began, "But you'll be left all alone again. Stuck here with those things that used to be your friends." He didn't say anything, and instead just hugged his knees.

The rest of the night was quiet after that. Ian went back outside, and warned me when Bonnie or Chica were getting close. No. Not Bonnie and Chica. What had Ian said the girls' names were…Tricia and Hope? They were like him-the souls of children who had died a horrible death and were now forced to possess the animatronics their bodies had been hidden inside, doing the same to every new night guard who came to work here. And Travis, stuck inside Freddy, who kept watching me from the stage, but never moved. After hearing Ian's story, I just COULDN'T think of them as animatronics anymore. And I couldn't help but think that they were fighting Melody's hold on them somehow, since they waited in the doorway watching me, instead of just popping in and killing me. I imagined their souls stuck inside the robots, probably crying as they were made to do these horrible things, horrified at what they had become.

Emotion slowly started to spread throughout my heart the more I thought about it…and it wasn't fear.

Finally, six o'clock came by. I heard Ian start to walk down the hall, heading back to Pirate's Cove, no doubt. I pulled myself out of my chair and headed to the door, sticking my head out.

"Ian." He stopped in his tracks, turning his head a little to look at me. "I'm Mike." I started. "Mike Schmidt. Get used to hearing that name…because I'm not going to follow your advice. I'm going to keep working here."

"WHAT?!" He whipped around quick as a flash. "But this place is dangerous! You saw that for yourself…I told you what's going on here…!"

"Exactly." I said. "And now that I know, I'm not going to just leave you here." I looked at him seriously. "I'll save you. Every last one of you."

"Mike…" His voice sounded even smaller than usual as he looked at me with those glowing yellow eyes. "You can't."

"I can at least try." I replied, not letting up. And I meant it. It sounded impossible, but I was determined. I'd had my fun, now I actually had a purpose. A reason to keep coming back to Freddy Fazbear's.

I'll save them. Even if it kills me. Literally.

A/N: Be careful what you say, Mike...those words might just come back to bite you in the butt. BTW, this IS actually my personal headcanon about FNAF and the dead children. Feel free to disagree if you want, but don't be mean. I won't tolerate flames. So...will Mike be able to keep his promise? And what will happen if and when he meets Melody? Stick around to find out!