A/N - The first two to three hundred words take place during the flashback, but Mike's last part in it. The rest flows as if there was no flashback. (I hope!) Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

When I got to the apartment complex in which I lived, I noticed a few changes. The elevator was still out, but now there was a penthouse elevator that had 2 buttons. P and G. Penthouse and Ground. The receptionist handed me a note and a key. The note said;

'Mike Schmidt,

This elevator is the fastest in the world. The digital pass key is 7891. Enjoy!

Mr Freddy Fazbear, CEO of Fazbear Entertainment.'

I guess I shoulda known. Freddy always does stuff like this for his best employees. He is famous for it, so I shouldn't be too surprised, but then again i couldn't stop thinking about it. How did he know I needed and wanted my own elevator? I dismissed alot of these thoughts and tried out my new item. I turned the key, opened the door, shut the door, then put the code in, the waited for the elevator to come down to me. Not that I needed to. After I tapped the green 'DONE' key on the pad, I blinked and found an elevator right in my face. The door slid down into the floor, and didn't come up again until I left. I didn't even need to turn around! The floor of the elevator did it for me.

'Rotating floors! What's next, the upgrade for all of the walls to become large glass panels (something I also wanted)' As it turned out, no. That was done first. Mr Fazbear just made my life so much better!

*After 'State of Disrepair'*

When Freddy heard that the pizzeria was shutting over the weekend, he let out a massive sigh of relief. Foxy was worked on all day, Freddy finding even more of the stuff Bonnie did, like lodging knifes into his back, but found that he was still activated to suffer the full extent of the pain, making him lucky that none of the work that Freddy did needed him to be off. Chica noticed him twitch every now and then, so she told Freddy and he found he was still on, and suffering to an unimaginable extent. Chica turned him off, after being warned by Freddy that, if his efforts to save Foxy failed, he would never wake up again, although after what that dick bunny did, he might not wake up anyway. Freddy could see the anger in Chica's eyes, and instantly knew that she was going to leave to confront Bonnie about his actions, Chica's mind apparently being read by Freddy.

'Hey, if Foxy makes it out alive, we'll all go confront Bonnie together. After all, a bear and a chicken is more powerful than just a chicken alone, but add Foxy, and you'll probably have a really hard time beating them. But if he doesn't, well... Never mind.' Freddy remarked, leaving Chica baffled, confused and shocked and saddened all at the same time. Chica had a slight idea what he was talking about, but she remained astonished at Freddy's mind reading capabilities and sad at the last bit.

'W-w-what? I w-wasn't g-going to confront B-B-Bonnie!' she said calmly, and defensively. This made Freddy stop working and turn around.

'Yes, you were Chica. I could see it in your eyes.' He said, almost menacingly. At this point Bonnie entered the room, trying to get Freddy to stop working on Foxy, something that hadn't worked for at least 34 years. His last resort was dragging Fred out of the room, which of course, failed. Chica was furious. She angrily grabbed Bonnie and, quite literally, threw him out of the room, making Mr Fazbear fall over.

'Chica! Don't throw any of the animatronics! Even if is an arse-faced bunny! You could have hurt Mr Fazbear!' Freddy said, to Chica, in a scolding manner, but calmly, nonetheless.

'I'm sorry sir. I just get so angry when those I love are injured like this, you know?' Chica said to Freddy quietly, calling him sir, to make him feel good about himself. It was obvious that she was just worried about Foxy's lack of well being. Chica locked the backstage door and maneuvered herself into a dark corner to cry. Freddy just went with it, but progressively got more and more worried about her. He kept her in as he didn't want this to happen to her because, knowing Bonnie, he'd most likely turn her into another manglized heap of parts. He worked on Foxy continously, taking no breaks to make it more likely that the dying fox would pull through. Mr Fazbear, still recovering from the tumble, was knocking on the door to speak with Freddy. He didn't unlock the door, the simply chatted while repairing Foxy through a closed door.

'Whadda ya want?'

'Erm, Freddy. If you give me Fo-' Fazbear started, being cut off by Freddy, again.

'NO! I AM N-NOT GIVING YOU FOXY, GODDAMNIT! I FIXED CHICA'S BEAK 18 YEARS AGO, AND BONNIE'S GUITAR 5 YEARS AGO! IF I CAN DO THAT, I CAN DO THIS!' he yelled, angrily, feeling a tear or so starting to run down but wiped them away. That was when Chica realized that Mr Fazbear was simply trying to annoy Freddy and allow Bonnie into the back entrance, which Chica quickly ran and locked.

Bonnie POV

'I almost managed what I wanted. Foxy was dying and the fat wank bear couldn't do anything but cry his eyes out, but Chica seems to hate me, so I think I've done something wrong, but I can't figure out what?' I said to myself quietly, pondering.

'Perhaps it's because you've practically killed the only animatronic she ever loved!' Freddy said, hiding somewhere in the room where he could hear me.

'W-w-what? I said, tripping over my words in shock, determined to find and destroy Freddy Fazbear.

'You heard me.'

*Timeskip*

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was still closed, but was opening the next day and Foxy was still in a terrible condition and Chica was getting more and more depressed each day. She's never in the mood to eat, she can't sleep, and has stopped talking. Freddy did his best to cheer her up, but to no avail. Nothing worked. All he could do to put a smile on her face once more was to fix Foxy. He had 24 hours.