Mike knew he was dreaming, even as he smashed his fist into the button, closing the door to Foxy, listening to the three bangs. He had no idea how much battery he had remaining, and it was too risky to check the cameras. At least, for three more seconds. Finally, he closed the right door, opened the left, and checked his battery.

"Shit…" Mike put the camera down and opened the right door, flashing the lights. Calculating how long he had based on the battery, he glanced to his clock, and knew there was no chance he would make it. Mike let his arms fall, and closed his eyes. He had thought he might make it this time, but every single time it was proven futile.

Mike checked the cameras one final time, taking a long look at each of the rooms. Words and garbled sounds flashed in front of him, and he shook it off, clicking onto the camera that the fifth animatronic appeared from. Pausing, he frowned, leaning closer. It was the picture of Freddy pulling his head off.

Was that, a golden tint? Why would it be trying to tear it's head off? Mike knew there was something important about this poster. As his tablet was forcibly lowered, he expected Freddy or Foxy to scare him. However, instead there was that animatronic he had found. The golden springlock Bonnie. It pulled at it's upper and lower animatronic head, pulling them apart to reveal the...ugh-underneath.

Mike jolted upright, and rubbed his forehead. Standing up, he pulled out a photo of the very image in his dream, and narrowed his eyes. Mike felt on edge, there was something just out of reach, if only he could find the final clue. Putting the photo in his pocket, Mike knew there was a way that might, might, yield answers.

Locking his bedroom door, Mike entered the other locked room slowly. Seeing nothing paranormal happening, he quietly locked the door behind him, approaching the animatronic. Once again, it was looking silently at him. Mike quickly checked the straps were on properly. Finished that task, he breathed in, forcing himself to stare at the animatronic for a moment.

"Was this your doing?" Mike pulled out the picture, showing it to the animatronic. For a moment, the animatronic didn't react. Mike was about to give up hope this would help with answers, when a slow nod came from the animatronic. Mike yelped, stepping backward in surprise, dropping the picture. It fluttered gently to the ground.

"A-Are you Golden Freddy too?" Mike backed up to the nice secure wall, watching as the animatronic shook it's head. This just about confirmed his suspicion of them being intelligent. Freddy seeming to learn, it wasn't just in his head! Mike felt a shaky smile come on his face. Something that could prove he wasn't crazy!

"Okay, I've gotta calm down. One step at a time." Mike forced himself to take a few deep breaths, looking back toward the animatronic. So, the animatronic could nod and shake his head, but nothing more. Mike needed to use this while he had the chance. There was one question he wanted answered.

"Okay, I've got another question." Approaching the animatronic, he pulled out a newspaper clipping relating to five missing children. Pointing to it, he narrowed his eyes, forcing himself to look at the animatronic again.

"Did you have something to do with the missing children?" Putting the newspaper down, Mike kept his eyes on the animatronic. Very slowly, another nod came. The animatronic screeched, and Mike gritted his teeth, blocking his ears to the sound. It abruptly stopped, and he looked toward the animatronic.

"Do you know who the murderer was?" Once more, Mike was rewarded with a nod. Here it was, the feeling like he had that final missing piece. This could be it, but a part of him wondered if he was ready for answers. A sharp pang of pain caused Mike to hold his head and groan, pictures of Bonnie and Freddy along with the words that Mike knew so well.

"It, it's you." Raising his head, Mike removed his hand as the pain cleared, looking toward the animatronic. Staring at it, his mind refused to catch up with him, and he could only blink in response. The illusions he saw, were they caused by this animatronic. The room being sealed...Something had definitely happened.

"Alright, one final question." Taking a deep breath, Mike once more raised his head.

"Do you know what happened to the guy that was on the phone?" There was a moment of trepidation, before the animatronic shook his head. Mike bit his lip and sighed, rubbing his forehead. That final message...the heads in the back room. So much mystery, mystery that guy would know about.

"Alright, thank you." Mike turned and headed toward the door. Glancing back, he remembered his photo on the floor, and walked over, picking it up and putting it in his pocket. Turning toward the door, he blinked. The puppet was standing between him and the door. Taking a step back, Mike remembered the proximity of the animatronic, and glanced toward it for a split second.

Realising his mistake, Mike looked back, seeing the puppet had vanished. Gulping, he glanced around the room. There was nothing out of place. Taking a step toward the door, he saw a motion in the corner of his eye, and turned toward it just as two gloved hands closed around his neck.

"Gaaak!" Mike was slammed into the wall, lifted up so he couldn't touch the floor. Dangling, he clenched his teeth and tried to remove the fingers around his neck. Unable to do so, he began to black out. The hands released him, and he fell to the floor, coughing. Glancing up at the mask on the puppet, Mike somehow understood a message was being made.

Talk to him, and I kill you.

While he didn't know precisely what was trying to be said, Mike managed to get enough to know that talking to the animatronic would anger the puppet, for whatever reason. Using the wall to lift himself up, Mike opened his mouth to object.

"But he's my one chance to get answers!" The puppet stood there, staring with it's pitch black eyes. Mike needed those answers, he needed the truth. What did the puppet want? Why did it not want him talking to the animatronic? Just what the hell happened at Freddy's? After a moment, the puppet faded, and Mike growled.

"Is that a go forward or a go forward and I kill you?" Shouting at the room, his eye twitched at the absence of an answer. Sighing, he put a hand on his forehead, feeling faint. Jumping, he heard the phone ringing, and quickly discarded such thoughts as he rushed to answer it. Of course, he still locked the animatronic room door behind him.

"Hello?" Listening to the silence on the other end, Mike wondered just who was contacting him. It was considerably early, 6am, not normally a time when people called. Mike considered hanging up, pursuing his lip as he started to removed the phone from his ear. Naturally, this was when the voice on the other end opted to speak.

"We need to talk," he spoke, sending chills down Mike's spine. There was no way, that couldn't be, but…

"I've been getting reports of you making...inquiries into the past of the Freddy Fazbear company. Is this true?" The voice seemed serious, almost business-like in it's tone. But Mike knew that voice, and it sent chills down his spine to hear new words from it after so long. Quietly, Mike pressed a record button on his phone.

"...I have." There was no point denying it, Mike knew that. And he couldn't just come out and ask about it either. The ball was in the other guy's court, and Mike had to wait for it to be thrown to him. At least, unless he became desperate. A sigh came through the line.

"Very well. I hope you are prepared for what follows next."

Click.

Mike put the phone back on the hook, and pressed play on his phone. The recording had vanished. Taking a seat on his bed, Mike rubbed his face, slumping as he rubbed between his shoulder-blades. Had he imagined it? There was something paranormal about the puppet, so it wasn't something he could rule out.

"One step forward, two steps back," he commented, standing up to head for the library.