[Author's note: anything in bold is in Mike's POV]
I looked through the monitors again, it's pretty much all I can do here. Oddly, the tables are blocking the hallways; I think of this when a knock on the left door comes. I ignore it for now, probably just that damn fox. Considering this is my last night this shift, things have been quiet. The phone rings, what the... hell? The Phone guy got killed last night, didn't he? I pick up the phone, and random noises and gibberish come out the thing. It makes me shudder, "what the, hell was that!?" I shout, before looking back the left hall, sure enough, Foxy's at the door. Um, can I... uhh, talk to you for a sec?" he says. "Hell no!" I reply. When the door opens. Crap! What opened it? The fox says thanks to an invisible entity on the way in. He's screwed up in the head, well theoretically, he shouldn't even be thinking really, maybe he'll give me answers to questions I want answers to.
I tell him everything I know, the ghost, the murder, the children in the other animatronics, and everything else. He's on edge the entire time, as if I were secretly planning to stab him or something, he obviously doesn't trust me. As it turns out, it's because previously I had tried to murder him, apparently. He tells me his story.
His name is Mike Schmidt, he was looking for a job, when he found an ad in a newspaper about this place – which is due to close at the end of the year - and signed up to be the night guard. On his first night, he got a call from some guy who had been before him. And he was informed that us animatronics are set to free-roam mode at night to avoid our gears or something locking up, and that we probably wouldn't recognise him as a human, but instead an endoskeleton without any parts on, which they're not supposed to, and so would try to stuff him into a Freddy Fazbear suit. Apparently I was close to getting him when 6AM rolled round. Also apparently we used to be able to roam free in the day too, but apparently one of the animatronics – whom most believe was me – bit the entire frontal lobe off somebody, luckily they survived, but I was marked out of order and the incident was put down to a malfunction, so they tinkered with my circuits, hoping to solve the issue, until most gave up. I guess they ended up tampering with the circuits and were holding the boy's soul, as on the first night I remember he was freed. I guess it was good I was out of order. The following night was the one I remember, and the night after that I didn't come out of my fabric shelter – apparently called pirate cove – so maybe that's why I don't remember it. There the guy on the phone died at the end of his call. And now we're up to the present. So if Mike convinces the engineers to tamper with the other animatronics, and hope to free them. "I remember in the last call the phone guy had said that he had taken one of the spare heads, I have no idea where the hell he went though, maybe the kitchen, the camera's disabled there" he says. Guess I'm off to the kitchens then.