This part is inspired by a comic. Hope you peeps like it! Oh, I have change the character, Julie, to Lexie.
Third Person P.O.V
The door to the kitchen slammed open. All four animatronics wiped their heads towards the entrance. In between the door way stood a very angry Mike. Lexie was trying to hold Mike back, knowing what was coming. Mike gently pushed her aside and stomped towards Foxy.
"Why don't you finish the job 'Captain'?" Mike stepped up to Foxy. Foxy shied away as if he was face to face with a monster. "Why didn't you?" Mike removed his hat and it revealed stitches. Lexie walked up to Mike in surprise and worried of what might happen next. "Come on then! Finish the fucking job!" Mike yelled more. All the animatronics watched him, sad about what happened to Mike. "You ruined my life! I trusted you and you almost killed me! What did I do to get this?" Mike sobbed through tears. The animatronics looked at him in surprise. The man that hide his emotions with anger and aggression was crying! Mike took another shaky breath in. "I'm fucked up in the head because of you. You could have ended me but you let me suffer." Mike spat at Foxy. His ears dropped down as he watched his friend cry. "I was your best friend." Lexie walked up to Mike but he didn't look at her. "You were my hero. I trusted you." Mike said at last.
"Mikey, I'm really sorry… I truly am." Foxy said and tried to reach out for the man.
"Mike." Lexie whispered, seeing that he was getting even angrier. Mike shoved his hat back on and pushed Lexie off a bit as Foxy continued.
"I didn't mean to-"
"'Sorry' doesn't undo what happened." Mike yelled stepping back from Foxy.
"Lad I…"Foxy sighed as he saw that Mike was right. "That's true, but please understand that-"
"Understand what? There's nothing for me to understand than you purposefully fucking me up!" Mike yelled as Lexie tried to grab his arm and drag him away.
"M-Mike! No… I- Please just let me- " Then, Foxy froze. The animatronics looked carefully, ready to jump in action.
"What?" Mike yelled. Foxy's eyes went pitch black with only white pulps. Mike stepped back slowly, knowing what was most likely happening. Foxy went into an attack stance, as if he was about to pounce any second.
"I want to finish the job." Foxy then leaped up, aiming for Mike's head. As Mike's life flashed before his eyes, Bonnie jumped in front of Mike, stopping Foxy from hurting Mike.
"Freddy! Take Mike and Lexie away!" Chica yelled as she ran to help Bonnie. Mike looked confusingly at what was happening while Lexie shied close to the door.
"What the fu-" Mike muttered to himself.
"It's gonna get ugly pal. You and Lexie need to get out." Freddy grabbed Mike's shoulders and lead him towards the exit. Lexie already was holding the door, ready to run away.
"No! I… don't… I don't understand! Why are you helping me?" Mike stopped running and turned to Freddy. "You're one of them! Why aren't you killing me right now when you have the chance!" Freddy released Mike's arms and for once listened to him. "You stupid robots are so unpredictable! One moment you're okay and the next you're at my throat." Lexie walked up to the two and grabbed Mike's arm. He looked down to see that for once this month she had fear all over her face. They turned back to Freddy.
"Freddy, what's happening?" Lexie asked through small sobs. "Why are you doing this? Why are the others doing this? We want to understand." Freddy hesitated and started to think.
"Please." Mike asked. Freddy sighed in defeat and finally talked.
"Okay. I'll tell you everything." He looked at the floor or wall. Anywhere but Mike and Lexie. "Mike, I'm sure you've heard about the five missing children." Mike nodded as Lexie stood there, confused on where this was going. "Their souls were never at rest. They were… are angry. Their bodies were never buried." Freddy sighed out. Mike waited patiently for him to continue. "They were so angry that they vowed to themselves that every worker must suffer the same way they did."
"Wait… by stuffing us into suits?" Mike asked with wide eyes. Freddy nodded. "That means the children are…" Mike stopped to think and rubbed his head. "That explains the smell."
"That's not all." Freddy continued right after Mike finished. "Their spirits have nowhere else to go."
"So- so?" Mike stuttered, afraid of the answer to his question.
"They came to us." Freddy stared at the ground, afraid of the reaction of Mike.
"What? Possessed you?"
"Yes." Freddy didn't want to hear to word, so he said it over Mike. "We never wanted to hurt you or anyone. It's them." Freddy looked up and stared at Mike, worried. "They don't want you to know…"
"But… then… how are you telling this to us?" Lexie asked, even more frightened. Freddy began to be limp, just like Foxy was before he attacked them. Lexie grabbed Mike's arm harder and they were ready to run.
"I'm sorry Mr. and Miss Schmidt. No! I'm sorry." Freddy grabbed his head and began to shake. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm… tired of being angry. I'm sick of it!" Freddy lifted his head up and started to push Mike and Lexie towards the exit. "But just because I'm sorry, that doesn't mean the he isn't." Mike looked up at Freddy, confused more than ever.
"He?" Mike asked.
"Yes. The rest took what you said to heart. He didn't."
"I'm guess that 'he' is the one in Foxy." Lexie muttered to Mike as Freddy continued to push the two towards the exit.
"Wait! If they possessed you… there are four of you and five of them..." Mike looked up at Freddy. Lexie's eyes widened as she saw where Mike was going with this. "Where's the fifth one?" Freddy sighed.
"She's with you." Mike jumped up in front of Freddy, surprised by the news.
"What!" Mike shouted.
"Wait, what's going on?" Lexie asked, so confused.
"We need to leave now!" Mike grabbed Lexie's arm and began to try to drag her.
Freddy listened to the kitchen and heard the door open.
"Both of you, get out of here… Now!" Freddy yelled, pointing to the door. Footsteps came running down the hall, getting closer and closer. Freddy jumped in front of Foxy, trying to hold him back. Yelling and screeching echoed through the pizzeria. Mike and Lexie ran as fast as they could. Foxy pushed Freddy, making Mike look back and slowing him down. Foxy then jumped up and an ear piercing screech ran out. Seconds later, a lounge snap and crack ran through the hallway, making it a noise no animatronic or human inside the pizzeria would ever forget.
Lexie's P.O.V
Mike dropped to the ground with his head cracked open. I felt salt in my mouth and let some tears go down my cheek.
"Mike?" I muttered out. No response. "Mike?" I repeated, louder than before. I panicked and started to let more tears fall. "Dad!" I yelled. Foxy's head shot to my direction. His metal mouth filled with human blood.
"You're next." He muttered out. I turn to run to the door. I grabbed it and tried to open it. Locked, I looked around for another option. Then, I heard a screech and jumped away from the door. Foxy hit the door and fell to the ground.
Taking the chance I ran away from the scene. I didn't look back as I heard Foxy chase me. Then, I feel his hand try to grab my head. Instead, I ducked, making him accidentally leave three scratch marks. I sucked up the pain and continued running, faster than I knew I could. Then, I hear another screech, a grunt and crack.
I ran into the storage room and hide behind a couple of boxes. I kept my breathing quiet. Then, an idea pops up. I fumble to get my phone out of my pocket and shakily press the numbers for the police. It rings and rings and I start to cry, feeling that all hope is lost.
"911, what's your emergency?" A lady asked on the other side of the phone. I sighed happily.
"Hi, I'm at Freddy's with my dad because he is the night guard. Um… one of the animatronics turned on and bite my dad." I looked around, scared about being heard.
"Okay, honey. Is your dad moving, breathing?" She asked.
"I don't know, ma'am. I ran. I haven't found and escape so I'm hiding right now." I peeked through the crack between boxes and see one of the animatronics walk by. "I'm really scared. I also got my head hurt." I touched my head and felt blood.
"Okay, honey. The police and ambulance are on their way. Just stay on the phone with me." I smiled to know that I would be safe soon. Hopefully. The lady began asking me questions, keeping me occupied from having a panic attack. I felt much calmer but was still alert with my surroundings.
After 20 minutes, I heard someone come in. They found me, I said in my head.
"Someone is here. I'm gonna hang up."
"No! Don't hang up-" I slowly peeked through the crack and saw three or more figures. They didn't look robotic so I listened carefully instead.
"Hello?" One of them shouted into the room. Firefighters! I yelled in my head. I jumped up and ran towards them. One bent down and grabbed me, holding him into his arms. "You're okay sweetie." He petted my head and walked out of the room.
He carried me to the ambulance and we walked by Mike. A stretcher was next to him as the paramedics began to put him on the stretcher. I jumped out of the firefighters arms and ran towards Mike. I heard the firefighters chase me but I didn't slow down. Stopping in front of Mike's body, I sat down. I then touched his chest and laid my head on it. That night, I cried for what seems like hours, or maybe even days.