Bonnie slunk down the right hallway, quietly. He hadn't heard from Freddy in over an hour and curiosity was beginning to nag at him. It didn't take that long to stuff someone in a suit...
Just outside the door, Bonnie paused. It was completely dark in the office, with only the red light from the old telephone to pierce the black. Usually Mike had the lamp on or the main light. Did he think he could conserve power better that way? If that was the case then Mike was pretty dumb... Nevertheless, Bonnie had night vision, so he switched to that.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
Mike was hunched in his swivel chair, sobbing into his hands. Freddy knelt next to him, seemingly trying to comfort him. It was daylight hours all over again- find a lost kid, comfort him, help him find his mommy. But Freddy, of all of them, doing the same to their security guard was really curious. Bonnie stepped inside the office and lifted his hands in confusion. Freddy saw him and gave him a sad look, which wasn't like Freddy at all.
"What's going on, Freddy?" Bonnie looked from Mike to his friend, back and forth. "Why isn't he dead yet?"
"You know... I've been wondering the... the same thing..." Mike's quiet voice came. It was so dull that Bonnie couldn't tell what expression was within it.
"Bonnie." Freddy gave him a disappointed look, which confused Bonnie even further. Freddy only used that tone when Bonnie was fighting with Chica or Foxy. Freddy murmured something to Mike before standing up and pulling Bonnie out into the hallway.
"Bonnie." That look again.
Bonnie lifted his hands. "What did I do?"
"Don't you recognize the situation? I've seen it before. It's not too pretty. We're going to have to take matters into our hands."
"Kill him?"
"Bonnie!" Freddy was frustrated. "No! We can't kill him. It's not right. Look, Mike's got this thing called 'depression' and he has it bad. It was triggered when his girlfriend Amy harshly broke up with him. Who knows what Mike will do to himself?"
"And we care... why?" Bonnie still didn't understand why this was such a bad thing.
Freddy looked Bonnie square in the eyes, making Bonnie shift uncomfortably. He knew what this look was.
"Because once we were just like him. Our very lives were taken away - similar to what he's feeling right now. Do you remember that? The first nights here? What measures we took? We're already dead. But we can help him; we can find a way to help him recover."
Bonnie looked back into the office. Already he could see himself in that office chair instead of Mike, trying to reassure himself but only really making it worse. Freddy was right. It was help he needed, not a suit.
Bonnie sighed. "Okay. So, what next?"
"Stay here with Mike. I'm going to explain to the others. It's simple; make sure he stays in the office and please keep him away from the sharp objects!"
The minute Chica learned of Mike's situation, her eyes widened and she ran off towards the office. Foxy just stood there, trying to comprehend it.
"So... the lad had a breakdown?" Foxy questioned slowly. That was new. He'd only ever seen dramas with that sort of information on their lousy cable TV on the wall. Even then, it didn't seem quite accurate.
Freddy nodded. "I can relate to some things he's going through and I'm sure you can too. Even if we can't relate to other things, we still have to try."
"Indeed."
Together they walked down the hall and peered into the office. Chica was holding Mike in a tight embrace, while he just hung limp, his head on her shoulder. Bonnie looked relieved to see Freddy, backed in the corner and holding Mike's broken ipod high up into the air.
"He tried to get to the glass." Bonnie explained flatly.