He was a child again. He's in a tiny room, sitting on a small wooden chair. Darkness surrounded everything and he could barely see more than a few feet in any direction. Footsteps echoed through the hall in front of him, getting closer. A human figure appeared out of the darkness. It's this again. He slowly looked up at her. She coldly stared down at him. A knife flashed in her hand. He couldn't move. Like always. She raised the knife, and Mike watched as his mother stabbed him in the chest, once again.

Mike jolted awake, and a wave of pain flooded into him. He felt like he got danced on by an elephant, then got run over by a train. The buzz of the light above reminded him of where he is. He slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, and saw the tablet under the desk. Slowly, he inched over to it, and grabbed it before standing up using the desk as a support. Holding his stomach where the pain was most intense, he gently slid into the chair and pushed himself closer to the desk. The pain wouldn't stop. He opened the tablet. 3 AM. He'd been out for about 2 hours. He quickly flicked to the view of the show stage. Thankfully, everyone was in their spot. Pirates Cove showed that foxy had gone back and haven't moved again either. He set the tablet on his lap and leaned back into the chair. It was hard to breathe. He was blacking out again. But he needs to stay awake, they're..still out….there….

…

"..ike?"

"Hel...?"

"….ey, Wa….up!"

Mike groaned as he was gently shaken awake. He looked up, and saw Steve, the cook, standing there with a slightly amused look on his face. Behind him is an old, tired-looking janitor who was sweeping the floor (surprisingly, considering how dirty the place is.).

"Fell asleep on the job huh?" Mike looked back at Steve. "The boss wouldn't be too happy if he found out ya know" Mike tiredly stared at him. Steve chuckled. "Ah don't worry, I won't say anything, I've been tired too."

"Why are-" His voice hoarse, Mike cleared his throat. "Why are you here? Isn't Mr. Money supposed to be the first one to arrive?"

Steve looked back at the janitor. "The janitors are required to show up early in the morning to clean, instead of at night after we close for some reason." Seeming to hear him being referred to, the old janitor looked at the two and locked eyes with Mike a moment before turning back to sweeping the floor. Steve looked back at Mike and pointed to himself. "And us cooks have to show up early to preheat some of the food, namely the breadsticks and the sauces, they take forever to heat up. This week's my turn, so you're lucky. Some of the others aren't as nice." Steve said, now full on grinning.

"Oh. Thanks." Mike said. Too tired to continue talking, he rested his head back on the chair. Steve was about to leave when he noticed something on Mike's neck.

"Uh...Mike?"

Mike blinked and looked at the cook again.

"I think there's...something on your neck?" Steve said, stepping closer. Mike, confused, reached up to touch his neck. As soon as he touched it, however, it stung and he immediately pulled his hand back.

"Wait are those bruises? Mike what happened?"

"I don't...remember..." Mike said, sitting up. Doing so immediately brought a lot more pain and Mike hissed as he settled. The truth is he does, but didn't feel like explaining anything to the cook standing before him.

"Um...Do you want me to call a doctor or…?" Steve asked stepping back again.

"I don't know.." Mike said, rubbing his face. He was still tired.

"Well...all right then, I'll be right back." Steve said, walking out of the office to get the phone. When he returned, however, Mike was asleep again.

Mike woke for the third time in a white room, he was laying in a bed with white sheets covering him. With a good amount of effort, he sat up and scanned the room. To his right was a window where he could see the sun shining in. He couldn't tell if it was dawn or dusk. On his left was a small table with his phone, a newspaper, and a light blue vase on it, there wasn't anything in the vase though. Across from his bed there was two fold-up chairs, nothing else is in the room. Must be in the hospital. Mike thought. He was probably going to need to pay a good amount of money for this and he groaned inwardly. The door opened suddenly and Mike looked up. It was a doctor, who, when he saw Mike was not only awake, but also sitting up, seemed extremely surprised. The doctor grabbed one of the chairs and dragged it next to the bed and sat down next to Mike.

"How are you feeling?" The doctor asked, seeming like he's still a little shocked.

"Okay".

The doctor shifted in his seat, seeming a little nervous. "How long was I asleep?" Mike asked.

"Only half the day, which is why I'm surprised you're awake already. You cracked two of your ribs."

Mike looked down. Good, No one had to work there yet.

"Uh..If you don't mind me asking, Do you remember what happened? It seemed like you were in a fight, and your friend who called us has no idea what happened either."

Mike looked at the doctor, and looked back down again, "I wasn't in a fight." The doctor waited for him to continue. When he didn't, the man sighed and stood up.

"Well, I'll leave you to rest. If you need anything just push that button next to you and someone will come."

"Okay. Thank you." Mike watched as the doctor put the chair back and walked out, softly closing the door behind him. He reached towards the table and grabbed his phone which, somehow, had no scratches or cracks on it. He called his boss. The phone rang twice before it was picked up.

"Mike! What happened? Steve said something about you getting attacked."

"Animatronics." There was silence on the other side for a moment.

"Will you be able to show up for work tonight? I haven't been able to find anyone who would accept the job, and I can't risk the animatronics breaking something during the night, it would be too expensive."

Of course he cares more about his money. Pushing down any negative emotions, Mike ignored the obvious uncaring for his health. Sighing softly, Mike answered. "Yes sir. I'm pretty sure I can make it tonight. I'll rest up now and get going soon."

The boss sighed in relief. "Good, good, well, I'll leave you to it then." click.

Noticing he still has his uniform on, Mike put his phone back in his pocket, he sighed again and rested against the bed. Looking at the small table next to him, Mike decided to skim through the newspaper since he hasn't been keeping up with the news, and leave once he was done. The first two pages included some story about some celebrities breaking up and Mike quickly flipped through them. However, the third page had him pause. In a corner, in bolded text is written 'Children reported missing in area, another case of the pizzaria from hell?'

Starting two weeks ago, several families who live near the area have been sending missing children reports to the local police station. Most claim that they were last seen either on the way to or back from the infamous pizzaria. Police are planning on questioning staff although, as we all know, they are quite unreliable. More information will be published once the police has obtained it. Below are pictured some members from the families with missing children.

The were seven pictures, all with names written under them. Although Mike didn't recognise any, two names stood out. Gerald, and Amelia. It could just be a coincidence, but the staff that had reported in "sick" has the same names. Mike folded up the page and stuffed it as well as he could into his pocket. It's time to leave.

When he finally got to the main entrance, he was already feeling tired and the pain is already intensifying. The lady at the front desk seemed a little surprised to see him.

"Hello, sir. Do you need something?"

"I'm checking out."

The woman's eyes widened slightly. "Um, sir, are you sure? I don't think you're recovered yet, did your doctor give you clearance?"

"No, but, I need to leave, something urgent has come up." He said, half-lying.

"Um, sir I don't think-"

"How much are the bills?"

The woman was silent a few moments. She sighed. "Must be really important huh…" She looked down at her computer. "You came in this morning, correct?" She said, looking back up at him. Mike nodded.

"Well, it seems that since it was stated as a work injury, the bill will be sent to your employer."

Mike nodded slowly, knowing very well that Mr. Money is probably going to take the money out of his paycheck. No use crying about it now he thought.

"Alright, thank you." Mike said, pushing through the doors to leave. Glancing around, Mike quickly figured out where he is and began to take the slow walk to the pizzaria. It should take him about twenty minutes to get there normally, maybe twice that with the pace he's walking at now. Either way, he should be able to get there quite a bit before midnight. He got a few stares on the street which he ignored. The setting sun shone on his back, giving a slight, pleasant warmth that he knew would not last for long. He prepared for the night ahead.

A/N And That's chapter 5! It's been too long since I've updated so I decided to publish this a day early. To celebrate the ending of midterms, I present my longest chapter yet :) Since I think I won't be able to have over 1.5k words very often, unfortunately, I'll try to go for at least a thousand words every chapter. Things should go back to the "usual schedule" by next week. Well, anyways, cya in the next chapter!