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Fritz sincerely wished he had a gun. Unfortunately, as the role of 'night guard' was actually supposed to keep the robots in and not the criminals out, the firearms were prohibited. Still, as part of a gang, Fritz felt naked and insecure without it's security at his side.

Beside him, Mike gripped his flashlight like a sword. Apparently he was big on melee. But Fritz had never seen Mike in action, so he assumed the other guard was much less experienced than him. Fritz was in a gang. He could properly defend himself, but could Mike?

Fritz held out an arm to stop his partner at the top of the stairs, freezing to listen for the sound again. This time, however, it wasn't a shuffle. It was a voice.

"W-Where are you t-taking me?"

A child's voice.

Mike tensed up behind Fritz's arm. He turned blue eyes to Fritz's own, and Fritz nodded. Whatever this was, it was involved with a kidnapping.

This wasn't the first time Fritz dealt with something like this. About a year ago, his gang and he had been vandalizing an abandoned asylum when they heard sobbing in the next room over. Curious and nervous, they went to investigate, only to find a half starved and dehydrated preteen girl, bound and blindfolded. While the gang scooped up the girl and tore off her bindings, Fritz phoned the police. While he did, they were attacked by the girl's kidnapper; a middle-aged man with pretty sick intentions. The gang had managed to incapacitate the man and bind him. Living in such a large city, though, meant that if the Wild Childs were made famous they'd probably become targets for other gangs, so before the police arrived, the gang was long gone.

Fritz had his occasions. He only hoped that when the time came to confront the man, Mike would know what to do as well.

He nodded to his partner again, and Mike gripped his flashlight, pushing past Fritz's arm to get a look around. Fritz swallowed. He only hoped the two of them would be enough.

Mike pressed his back against the wall and turned his head to peek down the long hallway that led to the office. The hallway was dark and the lights were all off. Nothing stirred in the building. All was quiet.

Then, suddenly, a sharp sob.

"Shh."

Mike swallowed roughly and turned to Fritz, gesturing down the hall and at party room one, where he'd heard the sound. Fritz let out a quiet breath and ducked low, moving silently along the corridor, like a shadow. Mike followed, resisting the urge to flip on his flashlight and shed light on the problem.

The two guards managed to fall on either side of the door, so with a finger to his lips, Fritz mouthed at Mike to slowly look inside.

Withheld in the party room, to Mike's horror, wasn't just one kid. Along the benches of the tables, four children, six or seven years old each, slumped in sorrow and fear. In the middle of the table was an upright flashlight, and off to the side, tapping satisfactory on a phone, was a man clad in purple. He had a brown ponytail and black glasses, the light from his phone screen causing an unnerving glow on the lenses.

Mike turned to Fritz and held up nine, one, and one fingers in that order. Then he made a phone with his hand and held it up to his ear. 'Should we call the police?'

Fritz pursed his lips, then made the tough decision to shake his head. They couldn't risk catching the kidnapper's attention; not when they had the benefit of surprise. Not yet, at least.

Then he perked up. He gestured wildly for Mike to wait there; to stay and keep an eye on the situation at hand. Mike stood confused and agitated as Fritz hurried off down the hall again, quiet as a mouse. What the heck is he even doing?!

Chilled to the bone, Mike turned back to the room, wishing with everything that he had that Freddy and Bonnie and Foxy were there with him; heck, even Golden Freddy sounded like a great alternative. Those bloodthirsty maniacs would know exactly what to do.

A little girl near the end of the group hiccuped, and the boy next to her quickly put a hand over her mouth, his eyes wide as if he feared what the kidnapper would do to them if they were heard. She buried her face in his shoulder and he held her close.

Mike suddenly remembered Chica, watching the boy console the younger girl. The action was so familiar. His heart ached for his new friends at the other location.

Without realizing it, Mike had loosened his grip on his flashlight. Too late did the freezing jolt of adrenaline bring him back to his senses, and the flashlight slipped out of his hand and clattered loudly onto the ground.

The kidnapper jerked up and Mike gasped involuntarily. He quickly pulled away from the door and backed down the hall, but it was too late. The kidnapper swung out of the door and shone his own flashlight straight onto Mike.

Mike panicked, but he couldn't run. He could only freeze as memories of him being apprehended as a delinquent and confronted by security froze him in place. Suddenly he was twelve years old again, staring down the disappointed gaze of a police officer as they told him they'd escort him back to boarding school.

The hesitation was long enough. Without stopping, the kidnapper charged Mike and managed to tackle him to the ground. Mike refused to let him win, however, feeling his rage return. Schoolyard fights and self-defense in alleyways had prepared him for this moment. Mike responded by blocking the kidnapper's attack and grabbing his head, butting him in the forehead hard. It hurt Mike, but it stunned the man long enough for him to roll them over and pin him to the ground. The man put up a fight. He kicked and struggled as Mike dug an elbow into his sternum.

"You..." The man grunted. "You stupid... useless... little..."

"Insults won't get you anywhere." Mike growled. "I've already been labelled everything."

The kids peeked out of the room, wide-eyed and terrified as they watched their kidnapper struggle violently under Mike. Mike looked over at them, diverting as much attention to them as he could without taking it away from the man in purple.

"Down the hall, to the stage room! Scream for 'Jeremy'. You understand?!" He ordered, and the kids nodded tearfully, making a mad dash across the corridor. Unfortunately, that's when the man found the strength to suddenly wrench a hand free and smack a fist straight across Mike's temple. Mike yelped, numbed, and faltered, and the man was on his feet in seconds, kicking Mike right on the neck.

Mike was breathless, trying to gasp but unable to. The man panted hoarsely and straightened up, rubbing his chest. He turned to follow the kids but Mike grabbed for his leg and tripped him rather ungracefully.

He tried to stand up and fight again, but this time, the kidnapper seemed keen to finish him off right then and there. He jumped in close and threw punch after punch onto the security guard below him. Mike just took it, too dazed to respond, hoping the kids were able to get to Jeremy safely.

The kidnapper whacked him once more and Mike blacked out for two whole seconds, waking up on the floor with the man leaning over him, snatching him into a headlock, ready to finish the job.

"Hey!"

The man froze instantaneously. Both duelers looked up to see Fritz standing at the end of the hallway, holding his flashlight just under his chin so the man could see him clearly. He looked so sure of himself just then. Mike vaguely wondered what he'd done.

"Next time you wanna snatch a bunch of kids while a robot's dysfunctional..." Fritz began again loudly, smirking. There were metallic footsteps scraping up behind him; footsteps that Mike recognized too well. "...Make extra sure you don't have a mechanic on the site."