Freddy Fazbear's Pizza - Tuesday November 9th, 1993
The clock struck twelve and she knew what that meant: time to power on. "Bonnie... Come on, Bonnie, power on! It's midnight!" Chica cheered. Unlike most nights, the chicken had powered on first that night, and was eager to wake her bunny friend.
Bonnie's eyes flickered on and he turned his head towards the feminine voice nearby. "Good evening, Chic," Bonnie replied in his slightly annoying tenor voice. There was a reason why he was the only animatronic that didn't sing.
She grinned at him, strolling over to his part of the stage. "We have a new endo~!"
His eyes widened "We do? Cool!" Bonnie enthused with almost too excitement.
"I saw it yesterday, it's a frail little thing," she explained. "It screamed like a little girl!"
At this, Bonnie began to laugh. The thought of an endoskeleton screaming at seeing Chica, of all animatronics, amused him greatly.
"I don't know why it's not wearing its costume, or why it's hiding in the security office," she continued.
"Who cares, let's get it!" he proposed. "We'll bring it to Freddy; he'll know what to do! He'll be so proud of us!" He grinned at her, his eyes lit up in glee. "I'll take the West Hall, you take the East!"
She nodded excitedly. Before Chica could make a move, Bonnie had already set his guitar down on the stage and was posed for the camera, making every effort to be creepy. She shook her head and laughed at him. "Bonnie!"
"What? We should get there as soon as possible! It's breaking the rules to be out of costume, after all. And we know how Freddy feels about following the rules!" The glint in his eyes as he spoke was rather intimidating, unlike his usual playful self. The camera light clicked off, and Bonnie made a break for West Hall. Chica followed his lead and went to the camera outside the restrooms. After some time, she heard the endo's shrieks, much like previous night, so she ran over to investigate.
She was greeted by the disturbing sight of Bonnie holding it up by the throat. Its scrawny legs swung frantically in the air, its arms desperately clawing at Bonnie's hands. When he saw her, he smiled.
"Look! I caught the endo!" he cheered as the creature in his hands made a choked cry for help. "Wake Freddy up, I'll be Backstage!" And with that, the rabbit bounced off with his victim struggling helplessly.
Chica knew it was an endo, but she couldn't help but feel bad for it. It looked miserable. Yet, it was breaking the rules. It should have known better. Despite this, she couldn't stop herself from pitying it. It didn't make sense.
As requested, she quickly went back to Show Stage to wake Freddy. Chica could only hope he'd be able to offer some advice.
She stepped up on the stage and gently nudged Freddy's shoulder. "Freddy?" she asked softly.
The bear powered up quicker than Bonnie did, answering almost immediately. "This'd better be important. You know I usually take the first three days of the week to rest." His voice sounded rather tired and mildly annoyed, much like a teenager wishing to hit the snooze button on an alarm clock in the morning.
She shyly answered, "I-I'm sorry, Mr. F-Fazbear, but-"
"How many times have I asked you to not call me that?" he snapped.
Chica's voice grew even more timid and quiet. "S-Sorry, Freddy..." When Freddy 'asked', he was actually telling. They all knew and respected this, as Freddy could be quite scary when he was angry. The only one worse was Foxy...
"Much better," the bear added gruffly. He calmed down a little and asked, "What do you need?"
"Bonnie found an endo!" she shrieked.
Freddy's eyes widened a little at her announcement. "A rogue endoskeleton? We haven't found one of those wandering around for a year at least. Where is it?"
"He has it Backstage..."
He smiled a little. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Setting down his mic, Freddy hopped down and went Backstage, Chica following closely. When they arrived, Bonnie had the poor endo pinned by the throat to the repairs table. It looked quite scared as it continued to struggle, becoming increasingly desperate to escape with each passing second.
Freddy spoke up first. "I hear you've caught an endoskeleton out of costume."
"Sure did!" Bonnie grinned at Freddy in sadistic excitement. "It keeps trying to get away, but I'm taking care of that. It should know the rule by now: all animatronics are to be wearing their costumes at all times unless repairs require the suit to be removed." The endo's feeble attempts at escape became weaker and slower as he recited the rule. Chica noticed this and frowned a little. Last she checked, animatronics didn't power down the way it was. Its battery must have been broken.
"Bonnie..." Freddy warned.
"Yeah? What?" With that, the endoskeleton pinned under his hands went limp.
"Did its batteries die?" Chica questioned. Seemingly not hearing her, Freddy came over to the endo. After taking a short look at it, he pulled Bonnie's hands back forcefully.
"Hey, what gives? I worked hard to catch that! It's faking it! You'll let it get away!"
"He almost died." Freddy corrected. The two other animatronics simply stared at him. "That's a human man, Bonnie. A night guard, judging by the uniform..." He settled the man into a more comfortable position on the workbench.
"A-A night guard? It's been awhile since we've had one of those... Is it, um, he, I mean, still alive?" Chica asked.
Freddy examined the man before him a little closer, noticing the laboured rising and falling of his chest. "He is, but he probably wouldn't have been if Bonnie kept holding him down by the the neck." He glared at Bonnie sharply.
"What's with the look? I was following the rules! The endo's out of costume. It's our job to suit it up!"
Freddy sighed in disappointment. "He's a human, not an endoskeleton."
"Wait…" Chica interjected, her voice growing sad. "Is it… H-Him? You know, him."
He leaned in closer to examine the man's face, brushing some of his sweat drenched hair off his forehead. "I don't think so." Backing away a bit, he read the man's name tag. "His badge says his name is Mike. I don't remember his name, but I'm pretty sure that wasn't it…" Freddy looked up at the sad Chica and the annoyed Bonnie. "Go. I'll make sure he's okay." Chica nodded and left the room without a word. Bonnie followed shortly after, glaring daggers at 'Mike' and Freddy on his way out.
At roughly five in the morning, Mike began to stir. His throat ached, reminding him of what happened before he lost consciousness. Considering the phone message had warned him that being caught would most certainly lead to his demise, it was a wonder that he found himself alive after what he'd been through. With a great deal of effort, he forced his eyes open, only to be surrounded by shelves of masks and numerous animatronic parts lying around which, as expected, freaked him out. What did him in, however, was the bear sitting nearby. Terror quickly gripped him, causing him scream, only to sound like a pathetic groan. He attempted to crawl away, but dizziness prevented him from doing so with any effectiveness.
He gave up; escaping was impossible. Mike knew he was about to die. He was too scared to watch how he'd be forced into one of the suits, so he let his eyes fall shut once more, awaiting his end.
"Mike?" a friendly voice asked. When he didn't respond, it repeated itself. He figured he was in the hospital, probably being given some strong drugs for the pain.
It turned out to be voice belonged to none other than Freddy Fazbear himself, who was now standing beside him by the time he'd decided to open his eyes on some whim. His eyes widened as much as they could in his poor state, and he once again he made an effort to escape his certain death. The robot came and stopped him, holding him in place gently.
"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. You're not who we're looking for." After a few moments, Mike stopped struggling.
"W-Who…?" Mike croaked. His voice was so raw, he could hardly speak. By now, his neck had swollen and turned a grotesque shade of purple.
"A bad man." The robot sighed. "That's a story for another time, though... For now, rest. I'll put you in your office for Mr. Fazbear to find you. He'll get you the help you need."
Mike didn't want to 'rest', he wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to know who the 'bad man' was and what he had done, why the allegedly murderous robots seemed to have a soft side for injured night guards, and why they were even out and about in the first place. He struggled to believe that it was only to prevent their servos from locking up. There was so much to know, yet he was too weak to keep his eyes open, let alone ask questions.
Mike's eyes gave up on remaining open. Freddy gently picked him up, supporting his injured neck with care. He took his time to ensure he didn't jostle the man in his arms too much, and set him down in front of the desk. Trying to sit Mike up with an injury like his would be too painful and potentially dangerous.
Freddy took a couple steps back and warned, "You might want to be more careful if you choose to come back here. Bonnie's convinced you're an endoskeleton, and I doubt it'll be easy to change his mind. He's always been the stubborn one…" Freddy could tell Mike wanted to talk, and knowing he was in no shape to do so, left the office for the night. He fell back into the clutches of sleep shortly after.
"Mike...? Mike, are you okay?" a new voice asked. He could tell it wasn't Freddy's, soon recognizing it as his boss' voice. He simply groaned in response. "Your neck! What happened?"
"B-Bun..." was the only thing Mike could manage to say, which came out only a little louder than a hoarse whisper.
Mr. Fazbear's eyes widened in shock. "Bonnie... Bonnie did this to you?" Instead of a legitimate response, he got another groan, which he took as a yes. Now he had a dilemma. It'd been so long since someone had actually been hurt at Freddy's. The last thing he needed was another lawsuit... "I'll take you to the hospital, but you'd better not tell them how this happened..." Again, he received a groan as a response.
Much like the bear, Mr. Fazbear handled Mike with care, taking him to his car without hesitation. He laid his employee in the back seat and drove him to the hospital. All actions had to be taken to give Mike the best care possible so he wouldn't sue. He already knew that one more lawsuit would have Freddy Fazbear's Pizza shut down for good. No more rebranding or reopening; it'd put the final nail in the coffin. If it wasn't safe enough for the employees, no parent would believe it was safe for their children, either. He just had to trust that Mike would keep quiet about the cause of his injury.