Freddy Fazbear's Pizza - Thursday December 2nd, 1993

After Mike was discharged from the hospital, Mr. Fazbear gave him ample time to recover, roughly three weeks off of work. He was thankful to not have a deduction from his sick days. Mike figured this was because his boss felt obliged to offer some form of meager compensation for the injury, but he couldn't be sure. Outside of the time off, nothing had changed since his encounter with Bonnie. Or so he thought.

Despite the assurance he received from Mr. Fazbear, Mike was very nervous about returning to work. He'd only worked two nights before he received a life-threatening injury, all because his reflexes were a few seconds too slow. No one could truly guarantee it wouldn't happen again, not even Mr. Fazbear. He attempted to push his anxieties out of his mind as he got ready for work that night, trying as hard as he could to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut.

He arrived at Freddy's and went straight to the security office, where a man was already seated in his chair. Mike cleared his throat and said, "Excuse me, sir, but I believe you're-"

The man shot his gaze up from the security monitor, his grey eyes meeting Mike's briefly. "What?" he replied sharply, is expression stern and focused. He could tell the man before him was much stronger than he was; angering him would be an awful mistake.

"O-Oh gosh, I'm sorry! I d-didn't mean to, u-um, bother you, s-sir! I don't w-want any trouble!" He forced a smile. "N-No hard feelings, right?"

The other security guard at the desk examined Mike from head to toe, and read his badge. His hard expression vanished, replaced by a warm smile. "Ah, Mike. Mr. Fazbear told me you'd be back soon." Offering his hand, he continued, "I'm Fritz. Fritz Smith."

Mike timidly shook the other man's hand. "N-Nice to meet you..."

Fritz chuckled, "What? Somethin' botherin' ya?"

"No sir! I-I'm just, um… " He inwardly cringed at his own cowardice.

Fritz waved it off and stood up from the desk chair, offering his seat to Mike, which he took.

"You're not m-mad, are you?"

"Mad?" Fritz chuckled. "Not at all. Why would ya think that?"

"N-No reason," Mike mumbled, shakily turning the monitor back on. It displayed an image of the purple, star-patterned, curtain covering Pirate Cove. It was tightly drawn and had a wooden sign in front of it that read 'Sorry! -Out Of Order-'.

"What's in there?" he asked.

"Pirate Cove. Ya know, where Foxy the Pirate lurks."

After a moment of awkward silence, Mike replied "... Oh. I haven't s-seen that one before."

He shrugged. "He's in rough shape ever since he got broken a few years ago, but Thomas hasn't had the money to fix him. He's not too hard to deal with if ya know what you're doin'."

"Who's Thomas?"

"Thomas," he repeated. "Ya know, Thomas Fazbear. Our boss."

Mike laughed uncomfortably. "Oh… He didn't tell me his first name."

"Well, now ya know," Fritz said. He reached over Mike's shoulder and clicked to a different camera where they found Bonnie. The animatronic was standing in the hall, the old light flickering behind him to expose only a little more than a silhouette. Much like before, Mike jumped.

"Are ya okay, kid?" Fritz inquired.

Mike shook his head. "I-It's Bonnie!"

"Yeah, what about him?"

"He tried to kill me!" Mike wailed, clutching the monitor in his shaking hands.

He sighed. "Ya let him in the office, didn't ya?"

"I didn't let him in, he got in!"

He put his hand on the newer employee's shoulder and spoke calmly. "Mike, they're not the same at night. Letting 'em get in the office, intentionally or not, is dangerous. Ya can't know what they will or won't do."

Mike shut the screen off and hugged his knees to his chest, trembling.

"You're goin' to be fine. Just watch me." The two men waited, listening attentively. The hum of the desk fan filled the otherwise silent room. Footsteps echoed down the hall, getting louder. Mike lost his composure yet again. Fritz silenced him immediately and toggled the door light. Nothing. "Check the camera," he commanded sternly.

He did what he was told, seeing that Bonnie was no longer in the hall, as they heard. He cycled through the video feeds until he came across the camera situated at the end of West Hall, adjacent to the office. They found him staring into the camera with a creepy grin on his face. The gleam in his eyes made his murderous intent clear.

Moments later, the camera turned to blackened static. "F-Fritz!" Mike stammered. "Door!"

"On it," Fritz grunted, slamming his fist into the appropriate button. As predicted, Bonnie was right at the door, about to come in the office. Unlike his coworker, he remained calm.

"Oh my gosh! W-We almost died!" he rambled. He laughed nervously. "I can't believe we're not dead! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!"

"You're fine, kid!" Fritz let out a short laugh as Bonnie stepped over to the window beside the door, glaring at the night guards inside. Fritz waved his hand at him dismissively, sending him off.

When Bonnie left, Fritz reopened the door and Mike examined the security footage. They found him again in the Dining Room, fighting with the Chica. "That's not good..." Mike mumbled.

Bonnie stormed into the Dining Room, his ears standing on end and his hands balled into fists.

"Bonnie, what's wrong?" Chica asked, stepping off the stage to meet with him.

"Oh, so now you come off the stage," Bonnie groaned, his voice dripping with bitterness.

"What? So I have to come off the stage whenever you do?"

He raised his voice now, his expression growing angrier. "There are two endos now, Chic! Two of them! They're both in the office, but am I allowed to deal with them? No! They're 'humans'!" he mocked in a snotty impression of Freddy. "Well you know what? Freddy's gone soft, and I don't plan on joining him!"

Chica's eyes widened. "Bonnie, calm down, please!"

Bonnie snapped back, "You know what? No, I won't 'calm down'! I am sick of taking orders around here! It's always 'Bonnie do this, Bonnie do that, Bonnie, company policy says blah blah blah!'You know what? Screw it all! Why am I the only one that sees what's really going on here?" He sighed frustratedly. "Whatever. I'm getting them, and I'm putting them in the suits. I don't care what Freddy has to say about it.

She looked into his eyes, her entire demeanour reflecting how hurt she felt. "I don't boss you around, Bon..."

Seeing his friend hurt, his expression softened a little. He sighed, his tone considerably softer, "No… You don't."

Chica nodded and turned her attention to the floor. With an apologetic look, he stepped forward and hugged her. "I'm sorry I snapped at you..."

Reluctantly, she hugged him back. "I-It's ok..." she lied. In reality she was hurt, but what else could she realistically say to him? Bonnie was on thin ice with Freddy as it was. The last thing she wanted to do was get him in trouble again. She let go of him and asked, "Why do you want to get into that office so badly?"

"They're endoskeletons, remember?" He crossed his arms. "I don't know why I'm the only one who can see that. Why do they get to go without their costumes and we don't?" Bonnie complained, tapping his foot irritatedly.

Chica treaded carefully as she explained, "Freddy said they're humans... They aren't animatronics like us."

He clearly wasn't convinced, and remained silent to avoid lashing out at her again. It wasn't her fault the endos were hiding from him; that he couldn't get them. Bonnie just hoped he would be able to get the endoskeletons without Chica or Freddy knowing. That way, he could ensure he wouldn't upset them. When he managed to catch them, he'd be able to relax.

Mike and Fritz gawked at the screen as the two animatronics fought. "Do they usually do that…?" Mike asked, astounded.

"I've never seen anythin' like that before… I've suspected that they don't get along as well as we're lead to believe, but I didn't expect to see anythin' that..."

"Intense?"

"Yeah."

Mike was more lost now than he ever was before. "You've really never seen something like that before? I mean, you've been working here for a few years, right?"

Fritz shook his head. "Never. I've been a night guard at Freddy's since 1987, and never have I seen them carryin' on like that."

The entire situation concerning the pizzeria was only becoming more and more confusing. The strange behaviour of the animatronics, the secrecy around the company's past, Mr. Fazbear's description of the phone messages… Mike couldn't imagine what the company would be hiding.

His coworker interrupted his speculation. "Anyway, it's nothin' to worry about, kid. You're safe in the office. As long as ya don't waste the power, of course."

"I won't, sir," Mike replied. To this, Fritz cracked a smile.

"Callin' me 'sir' again?" He laughed. "Mike, I'm hardly your superior. Call me Fritz, okay?"

"You've got it, si-, I mean Fritz." The younger man began to blush in embarrassment, and this time, Fritz had to try hard to resist laughing at the newer staff member any more. Although being teased made Mike a little self-conscious, he could tell Fritz meant nothing by it.

The two guards continued to monitor the cameras as the night progressed - so far not one of the animatronics attempted to make a break for the office again. Mike chose to break the silence. "Hey, Fritz?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you ever meet Mr. Fitzgerald?" he asked cautiously.

Fritz looked away from his colleague and replied in a sad tone, "I did… briefly. I met him the day before his accident, actually." He sighed. "They were plannin' to put him on day shift, so they hired me to take over the night shift. It turns out, Jeremy had that accident the next day. Poor guy…"

Mike's fear grew. The accident Anthony mentioned really happened. Nothing about his first night on the job was a prank they pulled on new hires. "Y-You mean the Bite of '87?"

"Yeah, that's what they called it… How do you know about that?"

"Someone named Anthony left these training messages on the phone. H-He mentioned something about the 'Bite of '87'..." Mike frowned. "Was Jeremy alright?"

Fritz shifted from foot to foot. "He's… alive. He's improved since the incident, but he's not the same. He's emotional and impulsive. His attention span is quite poor, too. His speech has improved, thankfully. I may have only known him for a day before it happened, but I could tell he wasn't the same after what happened."

The thought of what happened to Jeremy horrified Mike. "What… happened to him?"

"There was a new line of animatronics in the new location, back in the 80's, based off the ones you see here. They had some sort of facial recognition system that was hooked up to a criminal database or some crap like that. I guess the Foxy one was a little too damaged from the abuse the kids would dish out. Those kids would literally tear it apart every day, from what I heard. They even gave up on fixing it after a while. I think they called it "the Mangle" or somethin' like that. Uh, he came too close to it and…" He cleared his throat before continuing. "It bit him… right at the front of his head," he said, gesturing to his temple. "The doctors said it more or less destroyed his frontal lobe. That's gotta do a number on someone, ya know?"

The blood drained from Mike's face and his eyes widened in horror as he pictured one of the animatronics biting a night guard. He then thought of Bonnie biting his head open and he shuddered. "Gosh…" he mumbled.

Fritz pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "They've been shut down and dismantled since. I don't think they even have the parts for them in the back room anymore. Try to not think about it, okay? Jeremy's doing fine. He's got a lovely wife and a sweet stepdaughter who've been very supportive of him in the past few years. Hell, he might have a job for all I know. It's been awhile since we've heard from him. His wife isn't too keen on him hangin' around here, ya know?"

Mike nodded and sat in silence, observing the monitors every so often. He was still shaken up and he couldn't tear his thoughts from the bite. He also couldn't help but worry about his own safety as well. Jeremy got bitten in the face. And that was only six years ago… How could he know he wouldn't be next?