"Thank you for coming Mr Schmidt. Take a seat, and we will begin when you are comfortable." The doctor was a well dressed man in his 30's, neatly cropped hair rimmed by a pair of glasses. Mike inwardly sighed, taking a seat and settling in for a long talk about things he did not wish to talk about.
"So how have you been Mike? Have the nightmares stopped?" The doctor watched as Mike shook his head, and made a note of this fact before putting his pen down, and hitting record on a recorder.
"So, how has life been treating you Michael? I heard you recently purchased some memorabilia relating to Freddy Fazbear." Eyes watching Mike, the doctor noticed the brief flare of surprise that was quickly snuffed. Shrugging, Mike looked toward the window as a bird flew past.
"I know you won't believe me if I can't prove my claims, so I've decided to try and find the truth behind what really happened." Closing his eyes, Mike wished he could have kept this hidden for longer. But there was one thing he knew, and that was lying would only fail. The doctor was good at his job, too good.
"Mike, we've talked about this. Holding onto the past into good for your mental health. You need to step past this notion of the past deciding your future, and just accept that it's time to move on." The doctor gave a sympathetic smile to Mike, who scoffed, opening his eyes and leaning forward to glare at the doctor. His hands gripped the chair, digging into the fabric deeply.
"You're just like the rest of them. You don't' believe a word of what I said, what Fritz said. You think we're crazy, but just you wait. I'll prove the truth to you. I'll prove it to everyone!" Breathing in gasps, Mike's vision fogged and he slumped, putting a hand to his head as he felt faint for a moment. The doc watched him for a moment, before sighing, and taking off his glasses. Gently holding them on his lap, he looked seriously at Mike.
"I can see that your time outside of the asylum has only made your condition worse. I'm afraid, if you continue down this path, I will have to sign the paperwork to have you impounded again." Eyes calmly staring at Mike, the doctor watched as blind fury flashed across his patient's features, before abruptly fading.
"I'll give you one more week Mike. Same time next week will be the appointment. If you haven't gotten rid of those knick knacks, I will be forced to take more extreme measures. Come now Mike, do you really want to let the past drag you down again? We were making so much progress before your release." The doctor slowly placed his glasses back on, and picked up his notebook. Writing down the appointment, he held it out for Mike.
"You're just like everyone else," spat Mike with venom, snatching the note and storming out of the office. The doctor winced as the door slammed shut, and pulled up the receiver to his phone. Dialing a number, he waited for a response.
"Hey Doctor. I took pictures of everything just like you asked. Mike had two locked rooms, but I managed to get them open and look inside. This guy is a complete and utter ntucase." As the voice spoke, the doctor glanced to his fax machine, watching as photos began to be printed out, showing the various rooms in Mike's apartment.
"...I'll organise his impoundation tomorrow, thank you for your work." Putting the phone down, the doctor sighed, placing the photo's in Mike's folder. Pausing, he looked at the one with the animatronic, tilting his head curiously. It was strange, it almost appeared to be looking directly at the camera.
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Mike entered his apartment, and felt something off immediately. Locking his front door, he examined his living room, before flicking toward the animatronic camera. With no change there, he walked up to his room to check everything was fine in there. Sure enough, there was no change. The door was unlocked, but Mike supposed he could have easily forgotten to lock it.
Rubbing his forehead Mike turned and made his way to the animatronic room. Checking the lock, he narrowed his eyes when he found it unlocked. Opening it, he found nothing changed inside. Someone had definitely been here, and he had an idea of whom had been behind it. Stepping inside, Mike closed the door behind him, and slid into a sitting position.
"All I wanted to know was why, and now I'm going to be sent back to that white jail." Curling into a ball, he closed his eyes and bit his lip.
"No one believes the truth you know. They think I'm crazy. And I can't prove it to them, no matter how I tried. They'll take everything I've collected away, and I'll be forced to spend another ten years locked up in the loony bin." Sighing, Mike raised his head, looking to his palm as he raised it upward.
"And then one day, Golden Freddy will come for me, and I won't have a monitor to protect me. I must look like such a fool for even trying." Chuckling, Mike glanced toward the puppet, turning his attention to the animatronic. Leaning back, he stared at the ceiling.
"My story ends, and questions unanswered never will be." Standing up, Mike opened the door, closing it with a click. There wasn't any point to locking it, the animatronic couldn't get free, and they had gotten inside anyway. Grabbing his tape player and the remaining tapes, he sat on his bed, listening to them.
"-when the place eventually opens again I'll probably take the night shift myself. Okay, good night and good luck." So, the final tape had been created for the sixth night. And Fritz had spoken about taking the seventh night. Placing the player down, Mike sighed, and glanced toward a corner of the room.
"I know you're there," he spoke to the space, and blinked. There it was, Golden Freddy, watching him. They were both silent for a long time, before Mike sighed, and rolled onto his bed, facing the other direction.
"In the end, the one I failed was not myself, but those kids. I wonder which one you were, but I suppose it doesn't matter, does it?" Closing his eyes, Mike sighed, curling up slightly as he opened them one more, giving a weary look to his wall. Was it him?
"Well," he smiled sadly. "At least that's one question I managed to answer." Drifting off to sleep, Mike yawned despite the circumstances. Knowing this might be his last chance at a proper sleep, he vaguely wondered what his dream would be.