Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.
"I've got a bone to pick with you." Mr. Fazbirch looked up at me in surprise, nervousness etching across his features.
"Wha-what?"
"Did you know that I've had several near-death experiences these last four nights?" I asked calmly as I started to pull on my blue guard jacket. "Y'know, it's funny. The animatronics seem so friendly during the day. You wouldn't think that they'd be capable of killing people." I turned my gaze on him, and I swear Mr. Fazbirch lost some of his color.
"Mike, you have to understand…we're not doing too well financially-there isn't much the company can…" I leaned down over him, and he seemed to forget how to speak. He was scared out of his mind. I tended to have that effect on people.
"Tell me, Boss Man-how many more people will have to die before you do something to fix this?" Mr. Fazbirch gulped.
"How many people's memories are you pissing all over by leaving their bodies to rot in the Freddy suits?" He tried to give me an angry look…and failed miserably.
"Y-y-you can't do this!" Mr. Fazbirch stammered. "You have no right to…"
"I've been almost killed more times than I can count." I said, as monotone as possible. "Heck, I'd probably be dead seven times over already if I hadn't had some help." Mr. Fazbirch blinked.
"Help? Who…?"
"Well, I should get going." I said. "My shift's about to start. I pulled my hat down over my eyes. "But I'm not done with you." I started to walk out…and that was when Mr. Fazbirch finally seemed to grow a spine. He bolted upright in his seat, giving me a heated glare.
"Who would you tell?!" I turned to stare at him again. This time, however, Mr. Fazbirch didn't back down. "You just do your job, okay?! And whatever you know-or THINK you know, forget it! If you breathe a word of this to anyone…" His voice wavered. "I…I know you won't do anything. Well, at least nothing as drastic as…"
Mr. Fazbirch stopped abruptly. Before I could say one more word, he hurried off, heading down the hall, and disappearing outside.
"Ah man!" I turned around and saw Ian behind me. "I wanted to scare him!"
"You weren't just kidding yesterday?" I asked, a bit surprised.
"Nope!" Ian grinned big, showing all of Foxy's sharp teeth. "'Foxy' was going to have a word with him about leaving his first mate to fend fer himself."
"Not gonna lie, that's a bit creepy." I said with a grin of my own as we reached my office. To my surprise, the phone started ringing.
But wait-didn't Phone Guy die last night? I put it to speaker anyway...and got a bunch of garbled nonsense.
Well, that was random. I looked at the screens-and saw that the others were all missing.
"They're out." I informed Ian, who was pacing again, like he had last night. "You ready for this?" He looked at me confidently.
"Yeah, I'm ready." I tried for a smile.
"Just you wait. Once the night is over, Mr. Fazbirch will take me on as a full-time employee. And I'll get you and your friends out of those shells." Ian just smiled gratefully at me before patrolling again.
Suddenly, something on the cameras caught my attention.
"What the…?"
"What is it?" Ian asked.
"Looks like we have something other than your friends to worry about tonight." I said. "Someone was actually stupid enough to break in."
"What?!" Ian asked, walking up to me. "Who would…?!" I suddenly got a better look at the person on the cameras, and my heart stopped.
"She would."
Fritz was walking through the halls, armed with nothing but a backpack. Ian's eyepatch flipped up as he let out a strangled cry.
"Is that…?!"
"Yeah." I answered, my eyes widening. "My sister decided to pay me a little visit at work. And she couldn't have picked a worse night to come."
"Is everyone in your family crazy?!" Ian asked, looking from the cameras back to me. "If the others catch her…" I suddenly noticed Bonnie/Tricia and Chica/Hope at either of my doors. I ran to lock Hope out, while Ian locked Tricia out.
"Go get her." I instructed Ian.
"Huh?" He looked at me in confusion.
"In a few seconds when I open the door, go save Fritz. Get her outside, make sure Travis doesn't get to her…or Melody does." I looked back at the door, squinting in concentration.
"3…2…1…" I opened the door. Thankfully, Hope was gone. I motioned with my arm.
"Go." Ian ran out the door quick as a flash, and I hit the lights for the other door. Bonnie/Tricia was still there, and I swore under my breath. I checked the cameras. Chica/Hope had gone back to the stage. I checked the East Hall. Freddy/Travis was looking right at me.
Suddenly, I heard a crash.
"Huh?" I went back to the East Door, and hit the lights again. Bonnie/Tricia was finally gone, and I opened the door.
"Well, that's a relief. Now I've just got to wait for…"
A shout echoed through the halls, and I couldn't think.
Despite myself, I couldn't stop the flashbacks from replaying in my mind. Once again, I was a little boy who was powerless to help his sister when she was in trouble. Yes, Fritz could be a pain in the butt, but she was still my sister. And if they stuffed her in an animatronic suit…
"Fritz?"
More shouting suddenly came from the hall, growing louder…and mixed with cries from a little boy.
Wait a second…
"PUT ME DOWN!" I whipped around just in time to see Ian run in with a very scared-looking Fritz. She'd somehow managed to get her backpack open, and was now hitting him with a crowbar.
"I remember you! You messed up my head, fox! So what, are you going to finish the…?!"
"Here?" I looked up at Ian, trying to keep myself from freaking out. "You brought her here?" Fritz stopped trying to hit Ian and turned to look at me, her fear disappearing.
"Mike?"
"I panicked, okay?!" Ian answered, putting Fritz down as gently as he could.
"I told you to put her outside. Unless the others kept you from getting outside…"
"She kept hitting me!"
"Mike?!" Fritz looked from me to Ian, confusion spreading across her features, but I ignored her.
"You can't feel, right?" I asked Ian matter-of-factly. "So that couldn't have possibly…" Fritz had evidently had enough.
"MIKE!" Both me and Ian snapped around to look at her at the same time.
"Care to tell me what the FUCK is going on here?!" Ian let out a small cry, covering his mouth with his hand and hook.
"She said a bad word! A really bad word!" I stared at him. If, for whatever reason, after everything I'd seen and heard I thought that he was really Foxy and not a little kid, all my doubts were now gone.
"Yeah, she does that a lot." I informed him. Fritz made squinty eyes at Ian, then at me.
"What's going on?! Why are you two so chummy?! Tell me what's going on here!" Ian and I both stared at her.
"What's that saying-déjà vu?" Ian asked me.
I let out a sigh.
"I've got three possessed animatronics out for my blood around the clock, and now I have to worry about my kid sister as well. Could this get any worse?" I folded my arms…and suddenly the lights snapped off as the power went out. The only light was Ian's glowing yellow eyes.
"Not one word." I warned him.
A/N: And...things go from bad to worse. Will Mike and Fritz survive? Stay tuned! And review!