Disclaimer: Saying that I owned Five Nights at Freddy's would imply that I had money. *Laughs, then cries*

"Mommy, can I get this? Please?" It was 5 PM. I was at the local Blockbuster, looking around for a video or two to rent for some point in the not-too-distant future. Something in the horror genre, of course. I had been trying to decide between The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Poltergeist when the little girl's voice made me look up. A thirty-something woman with sandy hair raised an eyebrow as she looked at the video her daughter held up to her.

"Isn't that a bit scary for you, hon?" She asked. "Wouldn't you like something like The Little Mermaid or Sleeping Beauty instead?"

"I don't like princess movies." The little girl frowned. "I want to see Jurassic Park!" The woman just laughed, putting the video back.

"It's a phase, Chloe. You'll grow out of it." My stomach twisted itself into knots. There are very few things that can get me truly pissed off, and one of them is when people brush kids off or don't take them seriously just because they're kids. Especially when those people are their own parents. Though I noticed the little girl grab back the Jurassic Park movie and stuff it under her shirt when her mother had her back turned. I probably should've said something or at least been shocked that she was stealing, but all that came to mind was for me to nod in approval.

Shine on, little girl.

"Finding everything okay, sir?" I turned to see a tall gothic girl with long black hair that was shaved on one side, black lipstick, and an ankh necklace smiling down at me. Once she got a good look at me, however, her grin slowly faded.

"Mike?"

"Have…we met?" I asked.

"I'm Summer." The girl asked. "Summer Ling? We used to go to college together, remember?" I looked at her more closely, and suddenly remembered seeing her around sometimes.

"Oh yeah." I nodded. "Didn't think you worked here."

"Well y'know, gotta put aside some money if I'm gonna get by." She laughed a little nervously and looked at me, asking

"How about you, Mike? What're you up to these days?"

"Got a job myself." I answered, looking back through the movies. "I'm working as a night guard." I don't know why I answered so readily. I barely knew the girl, she was just another face in the sea of people I used to go to class with every day but kept my distance from when class was out.

"Well, that's nice." I couldn't help but notice she stepped a little closer to me. She started to open her mouth to say something else, but her boss called her up to help another customer at the cash register, and she walked off, but not before giving me one final smile. I stared after her.

She couldn't possibly like me…could she? I looked at my reflection in a nearby mirror. Just as pale, messy-haired, scrawny, and baggy-eyed as ever. Not to mention I was wearing my favorite baggy jeans and black t-shirt with the words 'This is my happy face' on it. I scoffed at myself.

Get real, you freak.

In the end, I went with Chainsaw Massacre. Once I left the store, my next stop was a bookstore. I wanted to find something on spirits, see if I could find, I dunno, SOMETHING to help Ian and the other dead children. I was no spiritualist or anything, but I couldn't just sit around twiddling my thumbs doing nothing now that I knew for a fact that the souls of dead children were trapped in the Fazbear's animatronics. After getting home, I holed myself up in my room and looked over the book I had found. There was some interesting stuff in there-stuff about summoning, binding a soul to yourself…didn't want that, so I skipped over that one. I did find one passage about removing a ghost from a possessed object; but that ended with destroying the ghost once it was removed, so that was obviously out of the question. I kept skimming the pages, but before long I conked out. My sleep was full of pleasant dreams of dead children reaching out to me, mouthing 'help me' over and over again. I reached out to try to grab one of their hands when one of the children, a little girl whose face I couldn't see clearly, lunged at me with a shriek.

For the second time in a row, I woke up in a flash.

That does it. No more Tang before I go to sleep.

After my mom dropped me off at work, I went immediately to Mr. Fazbirch's office to grab my uniform. He was actually on the verge of leaving as I came in; though he left the office open long enough for me to get my stuff.

"Y'know Mike, you really should get your own car." He remarked as he saw my mom driving off. "I'm sure your mother doesn't like having to drive you so late."

That would require money. Not all of us are lucky enough to run big-dollar businesses you fat piece of…

"Yeah, maybe one day." Truth be told, I wasn't really mad at Mr. Fazbirch. I knew he had a point. I was just cranky from my dream earlier. And from being reminded how broke I was.

I headed straight to my office and sat down, preparing myself for the usual phone message. Right on cue, the phone started ringing.

"Hello, hello!"

Is he going to start every one of his messages that way?

"Hey, you're doing great! Most people don't last this long!"

"I had help." I looked up at the camera, noticing that Ian was already on his way out of Pirate's Cove.

"I mean, y'know, they usually move on to other things by now…I'm not implying that they died. Tha-tha-that's not what I meant."

"Bull."

"Uh, anyway, I-I'd better not take up too much of your time, uh, things start getting real tonight."

Jittery guy. Come to think of it, I wonder how he found time to record these messages while looking out for the possessed animatronics. Maybe Ian helped him too? Nah, he warned me to keep an eye out for him last night.

I broke out of my thoughts to listen to the rest of the message.

"Uh, h-hey listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh try playing dead. Ya know, go limp. There's a chance that they'll think you're an empty costume instead. Then again, if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how that would work…"

"Spoiler alert-it wouldn't. I might be skinny enough to survive being stuffed into a Freddy suit, but if they tried to put an endoskeleton into me I'd be in trouble." Though I couldn't help but picture them trying to put a metal skeleton in me through my mouth and getting confused when it didn't go all the way in.

"…yeah never mind, scratch that, it's best just to not get caught. Umm, well okay, I-I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side."

"Well, that was helpful." I said sarcastically, crossing my arms as I checked the cameras. My heart stopped as I checked the stage.

Every one of the animatronics was gone.

Damn, Phone Guy wasn't kidding. I flipped through the cameras. Tricia…sorry, Bonnie was in the East Hall. Chica was in Dining Hall. And Freddy was in the West Hall, staring right at the camera.

Be careful, Mike. I thought. You may be trying to help those kids, but you have to stay alive if you're going to do that. Which means that, except for Ian, you can't think of them as kids right now. There might be a chance that you can help them get their minds back, but until then…

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the lights started flickering. My scared grin grew even wider as I checked my tablet. I still had 95% power-the power shouldn't be anywhere NEAR close to…

IT'S ME.

I turned my head slowly.

"Huh? Wha…" I suddenly grabbed my head as I heard whispers, like the first night. A bunch of jumbled, confused messages, one after the other. The light flickered once again…and I almost fell out of my seat.

Freddy was right in front of me.

Or, at least, it looked like Freddy. It was colored gold and sitting on the floor, its arms splayed out at an odd angle, its head slumped to the side. Its eyes were completely black, with just tiny white pinpricks. I remember seeing this thing before a couple times before in my childhood…Golden Freddy. Never before though had it looked so evil.

"M-Melody?" I asked through terrified giggles. "Is…is that you?"

The light flickered a couple more times, and suddenly Golden Freddy was gone. Something grabbed me, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"It's alright, it's alright!" Ian's now-familiar voice assured me. "It's just me!" I whipped around to see his good hand on my shoulder, and slowly calmed down.

"Sorry if I scared you." Ian apologized, looking remorseful.

"It-it's okay." I said. "It's just…when did you get here?"

"Just a few seconds ago."

"You saw that just now then? Golden Freddy?"

"Yeah." Ian answered. "That's why I ran in here. Well, that and to warn you that all of them are coming for you."

"I noticed." I indicated to the cameras. Suddenly, my eyes fell to the door, and I saw Bonnie standing right behind Ian.

"Behind you!" We both shouted at the same time. I turned around at the same time as Ian, and saw a shadow walking up the hall towards me-a bear-shaped shadow. I got the feeling that it wasn't Golden Freddy this time. Ian was faster than me. He shut Bonnie out while I shot up so fast that I nearly fell over. Somehow, I was able to make it to the door before Freddy, and likewise locked him out. However, I quickly caught a glance of Freddy's eyes. They were pitch-black, like his golden counterpart's. I stumbled backwards, bumping into Ian. He caught me before I could fall on my butt, and I started laughing again like I had on my first night there, though not quite as crazily. Ian stared down at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Are…you okay?"

"Yeah." I got out through laughs. "They still there?" Ian stood me upright, taking care not to hurt me with his hook, and went over to check on the left door.

"Bonnie is." He announced. I walked shakily over to the right door, and opened it. BIG MISTAKE. Freddy hadn't gone. The second the door opened, he lunged at me, letting out an ungodly screech.

"MIKE!" Ian ran to Freddy before he could grab me, slashing at him with his hook. He didn't get him, but the good news was that the bear's attention was drawn from me. He started grappling with Ian, who, despite being much thinner than him in Foxy, proved to be strong.

"The door, Mike!" He shouted frantically at me as he managed to shove Freddy out. "Get the door!" I hit the switch, locking the bear out again. I breathed heavily as I watched the door. This time, I wasn't grinning or laughing as I turned to look at Ian.

"You alright?"

"Of course I am, I'm dead, remember?" He reminded me. "They can't hurt me." About ten seconds passed, and I slowly, hesitantly, headed to the door, reluctant to open it again in case Freddy jumped me again. I reached out with a shaking hand, and hit the switch. Fortunately, Freddy had gone this time. I let out a sigh of relief as Ian went and opened the left door.

"So…why do you laugh and smile when you get scared?" Ian asked once I had settled back down into my seat. "You said you'd tell me last night, and never did."

"Right." I started as I checked the cameras again. "Guess it's only fair that I tell you." I flipped through the cameras one last time, seeing that Freddy and Bonnie were back on stage, but Chica was closer. Whatever. I could check on her and open up to Ian at the same time.

"It all started the day I was almost hit by a car…"

A/N: Well, that's it for now. Getting late here, so I'm gonna wrap this up for now. The next chapter will be from Ian's POV instead of Mike's. Also-really guys? Only two reviews for the last chapter? Come on, I work hard on these chapters, y'know! So-since my birthday's tomorrow-could I get some more reviews? Really nice ones? Pretty please? Also, one more thing-are there any other FNAF stories out there like mine that you guys know of-like where the kids aren't bad, or all that bad? I'm curious to read some.