A/N: Really, guys?! Only ONE review for my last chapter?! I was really proud of that one, guys! I work really hard on this story, you know, it would be nice to get SOME kind words for my efforts! Come on! :(

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"Fritz? Fritz sweetie, are you alright?! Fritz!" The little girl opened her eyes slowly. Her mother's worried but smiling face was the first thing she saw.

"Oh Fritz, thank God!" Relieved tears filled her eyes as she hugged her daughter.

"M…Mom?" Fritz said slowly. "What ha…?" She started to tilt her head forward, then was suddenly aware of the bandages. She slowly reached up to feel them-and that was when the memories came flooding back. She had shouted at Mike to go get her a soda. When he had left, she put the finishing touches on his birthday present-putting a bow on the box and writing her name on the wrapping paper. Then Foxy had lunged forward…

Fritz let out a scream as the image of all those teeth filled her mind…as well as the memory of the pain that came afterwards.

"Fritz, Fritz, it's okay!" Holly Schmidt looked her daughter in the eye, holding her shoulders to try and calm her down. "You're safe now!"

"Wh-where's Mike?" Fritz asked in a trembling voice. After everything, she just wanted to see her big brother again, for him to make things better like he always did. Holly bit her lip nervously.

"You want to see Mike?"

"Mmm-hmm." Fritz said in a small voice.

"Well…okay." Holly said nervously. "But just so you know Fritz…your brother was very traumatized after seeing what happened to you. You've been in the hospital for almost two weeks now…"

"Mom," Fritz started, "I want to see Mike." Holly just swallowed down the nervousness and stood up, walking out to the hall. After a couple minutes, she returned with a small boy.

"Mike?" She said with a sad smile, "Fritz is awake. She wants to say hello now, okay?" She seated the boy on the same chair she had been sitting on, and Fritz got a good look at him. The ten-year-old boy in front of her LOOKED like Mike, except paler. His once light brown hair had turned completely gray, and the light had gone from his eyes, almost making him look as if he were dead. Those lifeless eyes were half-closed and staring right ahead, instead of at Fritz. The only indication at all that he was still alive was the slow rising and falling of his chest as he breathed.

"Mike?" Fritz asked, getting scared again. "Mike, what happened to you?" He didn't answer, still staring at nothing. Fritz thought that maybe he hadn't heard her, so she tried asking again.

"Mike?" He still didn't talk. He didn't even blink.

"Mike, what's wrong with you?!" Fritz screamed.

"Fritz!" Fritz ignored her mother and started shaking her brother's shoulders.

"TALK TO ME!" Finally, Mike slowly, slowly turned his head, his now cold eyes staring right into Fritz's horrified ones, looking right through her. Fritz let out a choked sob, letting go of him.

"Fritz, baby…" Fritz barely noticed the comforting hand her mother put on her shoulder. She just kept looking at the empty, lifeless shell that had once been her brother.

I looked down at the picture in my hands. It was of Mike and me, when we were little. Things were so different back then. We were both smiling and laughing, one arm around the other one's shoulder. Mike looked so different back then-his eyes were much brighter and full of life, and his hair was light brown instead of ashy gray. Not to mention he didn't have raccoon circles around his eyes.

That damn fox.

Now, before you say anything, I know it's stupid to blame a glitching animatronic for this, but it's the truth. He'd bitten my fucking HEAD and seeing something like that happen to me had, for lack of a better word, broken Mike. He wasn't the same after that, and I didn't like it. Was it wrong of me to be so harsh to him all the time? Yes, I'll admit it. Was it over the top for me to claim to be Fritz 'Smith' instead of Schmidt and say that Mike was a distant cousin instead of my brother when we both went to high school? Okay, yes. But I didn't know what else to do. It's been nine years now. And now that Mike is working at THAT place…

I glared at the picture. I wanted to throw something. I put the picture aside and grabbed my nearby stuffed dog, throwing him at my bedroom door. My toy cat followed, hitting the door with enough force to bounce off and hit my desk lamp.

"SHIT!" I bolted out of bed and grabbed the lamp before it could crash to the ground. Just as I started to put it back on my desk, who else should I hear but Mike himself.

"Hey. Jeremy Fitzgerald? It's Mike. The kid from yesterday?"

I froze.

"I wanted to ask you a couple questions." A pause. I guessed that Jeremy person, whoever he was, was saying something to Mike.

"You used to work at Freddy's too, right? What position?" Another pause. "You were a night guard too? Did they…did the animatronics come after you too?"

My blood ran cold. Come after you?! Just what the hell was going on in that place?! I started to walk towards the door, to listen more carefully.

"Well, that's fun." Mike responded dryly. "I can't imagine having to deal with ten of them." He started to say something else, but walked off before I could hear more. I leaned against the wall.

Come after him? Dealing with 'ten' of them? Just what the hell was going on?! Were the animatronic characters after Mike? I shook my head.

"That's crazy!" I scolded myself out loud. "For crying out loud Fritz, they're kiddie characters in a children's pizza place!" Still though, they always HAD looked a little creepy. And Mike HAD implied last night that he might not be coming back. And Foxy HAD munched my head all those years ago. Come to think of it, I faintly remember his eyes flashing black shortly before he…

Despite myself, I shuddered.

"Just what the hell is going on there?" I was half-tempted to go outside and confront Mike, but thought better of it. Knowing him, he'd just be all weird and cryptic again, only giving me half-truths. I knew my brother too well.

And at the same time, I didn't know enough. Suddenly, a crazy thought came to me. An idea so stupid, so reckless…but I didn't care. Nine years was long enough. I wanted my brother back already. And if I got to see into his world…well, a girl can only hope. I picked up my phone and called my boyfriend.

"Hey, Chad? I need you to do me a favor…"

"Are you sure about this?" Chad turned to look at me, his face full of concern.

"Yeah." I said. "Just drop me off, it'll be alright."

"I don't get it." Chad's expression turned serious under his glasses. Why did you need me to give you a ride? Why couldn't you just take your own car?"

"My mom would notice that it was missing when she got back home." I explained. Chad raised an eyebrow.

"You've got everything figured out, don't you?"

"Not everything." I said quietly.

"Remind me again why you're doing this?" Chad asked.

Because something weird is going on in this place and my brother might be in danger and I'm going to go crazy unless I find out for certain!

That was what I wanted to say. But instead I said

"There it is!" Chad stopped the car, sighing as he brushed some of his floofy black hair out of his face.

"I really hope you know what you're doing, Fritz. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Don't worry." I encouraged him, trying for a winning grin. "I'll be fine!" To prove my point, I patted my backpack, and Chad looked at me with concern.

"Just be careful, okay?"

"Of course I will." I told him. "After all, we still have that date at the boardwalk next week." I smiled and kissed him to comfort him.

"Bye." Chad gave me one last look, then drove off.

The truth? I was scared. If there really WAS someone or something that could hurt me, I doubted a crowbar, taser, and baseball bat could do much. But I was already here. Too late to turn back now. Taking a deep breath, I walked to the back door of Freddy Fazbear's and turned the knob, opening the door.

A/N: Oh Fritz, you couldn't have chosen a WORSE time to go spy on your brother. Well, if you manage to get in without the kids/animatronics getting you, you'll learn everything-and you might not be happy...what do you guys think? Will she make it? Or will Freddy Fazbear's get TWO new additions? Review to find out!

Yes, I'll admit it, Chad's design was inspired by Markiplier, because why not? XD And seriously though-GIVE. ME. REVIEWS! Please?