Freddy's was made for the enjoyment of children. Parents could leave their children with no worries at all in the careful hands of the vigilant employees, handing out pizza and guiding them to the show stage, where Freddy and his friends would entertain them nonstop. Employees were trusted to help the kids in any way and even the robots were no different; each robot had a certain talent in handling certain situations.

Freddy had responsibility. Every few minutes, when he wasn't busy, he checked around to ensure everyone was still accounted for and happy. He was even programmed to count them- make sure none of them got lost. If a child was lost or couldn't find his family, he was programmed to reassure the child and find an employee. If the child was in a fight, he could separate it. If the child was hurt or throwing a tantrum, screw the employees and grab the robot specialized in that field. Such as Bonnie.

Bonnie had enough medical knowledge to pass two years of college. Freddy checked around the pizzeria and if any child was hurt he'd immediately inform Bonnie, who always knew exactly what to do and could do it right. After helping the kid any way he could, if the situation was still dire, he could automatically call an ambulance by radio. But Bonnie was so good he never needed it.

Chica had a gift for calming a child down. With a database on psychological distress, she knew very well how to get into a child's head and understand him enough to help him relax. If Freddy saw a child in terror or throwing a tantrum, he'd immediately fetch Chica, who would calmly approach and talk to him, cheering him up in mere minutes. Chica had an almost motherly air about her, which was most of the reason why children more readily trusted her than the other robots.

Last was Foxy, who was actually quite smart. If the boss needed to know every detail of an event that occurred, he went to Foxy before any other animatronic or employee. Foxy had a perfect memory and, to ensure he never forgot anything, he had a little recording camera installed in his eyes. He would get the names of every person, child and adult in the building and correctly identify them no matter how large the crowd was, or how random. Foxy's memory is allowed to last up to three months before the older, unimportant information automatically deletes.

These talents were installed in the well-loved robots for the benefit of children. However, since 'the incident', the changed animatronics' secret search of a culprit lead them to use their talents for just the opposite effect on some choice people.

Freddy was protective, Bonnie was scientific, Chica could get into your head, and Foxy was aware. These were a terrible mix for robots that came after you every night, intent on murdering you.

But Mike never imagined they'd be such a perfect mix to save him.

At least for tonight.

Mike had come to work willing, expecting, and even hoping to die, delved deep into his dark thoughts on Amy's rejection and his all around bad luck. Now he was trying to take the word of a chicken-themed robot that was attempting to reassure him the pain would pass, and trying to push 'death' into a category of things he didn't want. But it was like standing half in and half out of blazing hot sunlight and freezing cold shade. He wasn't sure what he wanted; each had its own tempting benefits and terrifying consequences.

"You live alone?" Chica asked him curiously. Mike looked away, suddenly interested in a piece of carpet. He suspected Chica had never experienced true loneliness, or at least, hadn't for a very long time. He didn't know how to describe it. It was horrid, especially with his depression. Before, he never would have said anything about that. Now, at his limit, he just spilled everything.

"Mm hmm. My parents suck and I don't have any siblings. I didn't have any friends in school because no one liked to talk to me. The only place I travel is to this stupid pizzeria... So I'm home a lot..."

Chica opened her mouth as if to say something, probably about them being his friends, but she stopped herself. From last month up until about twenty minutes ago, she'd been trying to kill him.

Mike's eyes flicked back to her, barely moving his head. "So what now? You saw my 'dark side'. What are you going to do about it? You can't cure it because I've tried that. You can't lock it away because I tried that. It just keeps coming back. The most you could do for me is just end it all."

"I'm not going to do that." Chica told him firmly. She might've wanted to kill him yesterday, but that was when she didn't know anything. Now he seemed less of a suspect and more of a child. And heaven knew Chica couldn't hurt children. "Look, you have to believe me when I say I know what you're going through. Just let me help."

Mike scoffed but said nothing more.

Chica threw a helpless glance at the windows of the office, where Freddy and Bonnie and Foxy were peeking in, spying. They shrugged and gestured for her to keep trying, but how could she do that? It helped when her patient was younger, more naïve. Then Chica wondered if Mike had ever been that.

There had to be some way to get his mind off of Amy.