Before we enter the next three chapters, thanks those of you who have: favorite, followed, and reviewed. Appreciate each one. But the recent reviews were eaten by fanfiction so I couldn't really answer them all too well. So to apologize for that, here's a quick reply to those reviews:

Aslan333: Thank you for reviewing the first three chapters. It has been a long time since I have heard from you and it feels like I have earned it with this new story. Yes, I have changed my username but that was only because I wanted to have a fresh start in a new town. (That and TimPrime1, my boyfriend, liked my Tumblr user name better. I did too so here we are.)

Gage the Hedgehog: Glad that you liked them so far. Hoping to update these next few days to celebrate my brand new awesome job.

And that's all for the reviews for now. Now onto the fourth chapter!

"Hey kid, do me a favor. Whomever you are, get out. Get out right now. I am going to die because it is my time, ya know? I want to die to help these animantronics...these kids. I'm hoping my sacrifice won't be in vein. I hope that by dying here, they won't get out into our world. Cause if they do, we can expect hell breaking loose. And I don't want that to happen. I've lived my life to the fullest. I have no regrets, kid. And you know what, you shouldn't either. I don't want anyone else taking my place. Let me die and let those that follow get out fast before it all ends too quick.

"I wouldn't want to wish this job on anyone. Not even Michael Afton. That kid...that kid is just trying too damn hard to prove a madman is sane. And I know he is trying, especially after his brother's and sister's death. You can lead a camel to water but you can't make him drink. So I'll see you on the flipside, kid. This is my last ride...forever."

The recording stopped there, the tape rather worn down by this time. Michael "Mike" David Schmidt cried, his shoulders shaking. He had been working at this old pizzeria, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Sure, he had heard that the place was bad. Mainly because kids have gone missing around the place. He looked over at his family photo on the coffee table, the tears in his eyes. It was from when he was younger. In the photo was a man, a young girl, a teenage boy, and a young boy. Mike sobbed harder. He was trying to avoid the fridge, as it was packed with beers that Bill Alana had bought him.

Bill Alana was the new CEO of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza after Henry Cecal was found dead in his home, years ago.

He remembered Bill telling him one time, "Sure, Henry and I often didn't see eye to eye but why did he have to kill himself? Sure, Sammy wasn't being found but everyone was trying their hardest. Especially William. He was trying even harder than Joe was."

Mike still didn't know who Joe was, but he must've been important. Every time Bill had mentioned the mysterious Joe, he took a swig out of his secret stash. Mike groaned, hearing a knock at the door.

"Yeah, I'm comin'," he groaned, getting up from the coach. He wiped his eyes quickly as he opened the door. There, was Maya Richards. "Hey Maya." He greeted, glumly.

"Izzy said that you were in a bad way," She stated, cutting to the chase.

"She doesn't know when to keep quiet," Mike complained.

Isabella "Izzy" McHaels was one of Mike's best friends. Mike loved hanging out with both girls during college. However, he only saw Izzy as a little sister. Maya was always the one liked more. Then again, Mike's other best friend, Jeremy Fitzgerald was the one attracted to Izzy.

"Can I come in?" Maya asked, sounding worried.

"It's a free country," Mike answered, shrugging his shoulders.

Maya entered the apartment, Mike closing the door behind him. Maya sat on the couch, seeing the family photo on the coffee table. She was about to pick it up when Mike put it down, face first.

"Oh come on, Mike," she complained. "Your family can't be that bad."

"Believe me, it is bad." Mike stated, stone faced.

Maya waved her hands in defeat as she replied, "Okay, okay! I give."

Mike breathed a small sigh of relief. That was way too close. He didn't want anyone knowing the truth. Especially his friends. That's when Maya saw the tape. Her face softened as she took it carefully. She placed the object into the palm of her hand, as if it was the most important thing in the world.

"Phone Guy..." Mike whispered, knowing what she was thinking.

"I know," Maya replied, nodding slowly. "The last tape Bill had."

Mike fought back tears, trembling a bit. It was true that the mysterious man on the phone had saved his life. Mike was hoping that if he made it through the week, he would go to Bill and ask who Phone Guy was. Sadly, it wasn't meant to be.

"That guy even didn't wish this job on Michael Afton," Mike grumbled, lowly.

"William's oldest son?" Maya asked, to which earned her a nod. "That Phone Guy sure is a saint."

"What makes you say that," Mike questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Maya sat up from the couch a bit and answered, "Well, if you think about it, William Afton is the child murderer. He had been caught in the backroom. He knew how the animantronics worked. He even had secret added details in the blueprints for the animantronics in Circus Baby's Rentals and Entertainment."

Mike started to say, "I know but..."

Maya added, "And another thing. Why did he skip town if he was supposedly innocent? It doesn't make a lick of sense. And why come back to town completely skinny and wrinkled?"

Mike picked up on this and asked, "Wait. Back up. William Afton is in town?"

"Yeah, going by the name of Dave," Maya confirmed. "He's out at the cheesy motel outside of town." Mike quickly got to his feet, grabbing his coat. This surprised Maya, more than she expected. "Where are you going?!" She asked, worried.

Mike zipped up his coat, stroking her cheek and answered, "You just wait here, okay? I'll be right back."

With that, Mike walked out the door. He didn't bother to lock the door but he went straight to his car. He immediately started it up, driving off. In his hast, he had forgotten that he left the big part of his secret just laying on the coffee table. Maya saw her chance, taking up the photo. That's when she saw the family and gasped.

"Wait..." She breathed. "This is William Afton and his family... What's Mike doing with it...?" That's when she realized something big. "Oh my God." She whispered, in shock as she dropped the picture.

The picture shattered into four pieces. One piece for the little boy, one for the little girl, one for the teenage boy, and one for William Afton himself.

When Mike arrived at the motel, it was nearly dark. He got the information from the clerk on which room "Dave" was staying.

"Thanks," Mike stated.

"May I ask who you are?" The clerk asked, curiously.

"Just his son," Mike answered, walking away.

Mike got to the room, hesitating for a minute. He knocked carefully. A few seconds later, the door opened. And there was Dave. His skin was riddle with scars, his face was a scowl, and his eyes looked like they had died years ago. Dave saw Mike standing there, a bit surprised.

"Michael," he stated, a bit too musical for Mike's taste.

"Father," Mike replied, his accent completely British. That's when he saw something that he automatically wished he hadn't. His father's eyes were purple, just like his skin color. Mike felt like throwing up when he smelled his odor. "Oh God..."

"Yeah, we were afraid that you would react like this, Michael Afton." The purple guy replied, glaring at Michael.

Wishmaker1028: Yep, Michael Schmidt and Michael Afton are the same person in this universe! This goes beyond just weird, guys. Anyways, please read and review! And always think outside of the box!