Mike opened his eyes, and found himself outside of the body of Fritz. Surprisingly, Fritz's ghostly form was right beside him. Glancing down, he watched as he was left there until the deed was done, and then slipped into bed. Watching child Fritz, Mike sighed, rubbing his forehead. What a way to start this venture.

"So why are we outside the body at the moment?" It was grating, having to turn to Fritz as the source of knowledge. What if he lied? Sadly, he had no choice, Fritz knew a lot more about the situation than he did. The smile on Fritz face spoke volumes about how much he knew.

'We're spirits, we don't need sleep. If you'd rather go and do that, simply re-enter Lil-Fritz. You'll be forced back in there the moment he wakes regardless. How about we go get a bite to eat, or go watch a movie?' Fritz's suggestion actually sounded promising, but it raised another question. How was Fritz not in Purgatory?

'Mike, our entire existence is Purgatory. When you figure out how, you can come down here whenever you want. It's kinda like being underwater, cept we don't have to breathe, obviously.' Shrugging, Fritz's casual mind reading only brought a strange weariness to Mike, and he sighed, looking toward the window.

"Fine, it's not like I have much else to do." 'Except worry, think, and be angry at you,' he thought quietly to himself. Watching Fritz, he followed him through the window, and into the town. After a surprisingly short amount of time, they were browsing the movies. There was only a few, and all were too old for Mike to even know about.

'You're so uncultured, you know that? These are classics!' The dismay as Fritz spoke was exaggerated by his movements. Shrugging, Mike decided to leave it up to Fritz. Approaching the snack stand, Mike wondered how they were going to get popcorn. Fritz seemed to be on top of this, and simply stole someone's, sniggering as they all cried out about ghosts.

"And how are you going to get that in without causing a scene?" Narrowing his eyes, Mike watched as Fritz merely smirked, and held both cardboard boxes in one hand, waving his hand over them. Mike blinked, watching as they became translucent, the same as they were. Looking around at the growing panic, Mike felt a pang of guilt.

'Relax, we're far from the most disruptive. You should talk to some of the other spirits.' The mention of other spirits was quickly brushed aside as Fritz flew into the theatre. Taking a proverbial seat, Mike begrudgingly took one of the popcorns, knowing the harm was already done.

"I hate you, we can never come back here now." Annoyance on his features, Mike smashed his popcorn to pieces in his mouth. As the flavor hit, he felt his anger melt slightly; it had been so long since he'd been able to taste food. The taste had him paralyzed in bliss for a few moments, long enough for the movie to finally begin.

"Wait, is this a musical?" As Fritz nodded, Mike growled in irritation. He hated musicals. Why did something have to be done in song? It was annoying, pointless, and a waste of money that could be better spent on more productive things, like feeding the homeless! Chucking, Fritz munched his popcorn, and Mike begrudgingly sulked down to watch.

The movie was about some nanny named Mary Poppins. There had been a video release sometime when Mike had been very young, but he had never seen it. Why would he? It was obviously aimed at women and kids. Sighing, he watched it, and blinked. Taking a bite of his popcorn, he had to admit; it wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be.

'I'll admit, it's pretty good, considering the time.' Giving a amused smile, Mike blinked, realising he had already finished his popcorn. Even further surprise; Fritz gave him the second one, seemingly full engrossed in the movie. As Mike watched, he began to make a few connections between the family on the screen, and Fritz's own.

"Your Mary Poppins never came, huh." Mike turned back to the screen to eat the rest of the popcorn. To his surprise, Fritz had barely eaten anything. After a long silence, the move ended, and Mike decided he would have to retract his statement about musicals. Despite their nature, he could see some merit.

Both stood up. Mike tossed the garbage into the bin as they left, looking around as he noticed the sun had set. Looking up, Mike saw the stars, and gave a small smile. Floating upwards, he began to glance around for a good place to stargaze from. A finger interrupted his sightline, and he followed it, seeing a hill off in the far distance.

"Excellent," he spoke, heading for it and sitting on the top of the hill. Fritz sat down beside him, and Mike flopped onto his back, looking up and admiring the stars. Putting his arms behind his head, he felt hopeful. Despite the rough start, it looked like he was in control of his actions. This meant he shouldn't have any problems stopping the murders.

"Once a month, before I took over at Freddy's, I'd take my brother to a park with a hill smaller than this one. We'd just spend the night stargazing, forgetting about our lives for a few moments." Closing his eyes, Mike sighed at the memory, smile on his face. It had been hard, but his brother had managed to get raised right. It was all he had hoped to wish for back then.

'Say Mike...What did you think of me before you found out? About the murders I mean.' Caught off guard, Mike opened his eyes and looked to Fritz. As their eyes met, he wondered just what Fritz was thinking about, knowing that his thoughts were being read. Looking back to the sky, he closed his eyes once more.

"Thought you were my one ally to be honest. Your advice saved my life times aplenty. And you let me keep the job even after I got fired." It was the truth, up until that point, Mike had admired Fritz. Being able to escape the animatronics, and allowing him to continue to work, he had a lot to thank Fritz for.

If he didn't include the fact Fritz was a murderer.

'Do you think we could...pretend I'm not a murderer? It looks like this is going to take years, decades even, to see completion. We might as well make the most of it.' As Fritz spoke, Mike sat up and looked out, watching the park that the hill was situated in. Sighing, he hugged his knees to his body.

"I'll think about it." There was nothing else Mike could really say. As much as he hated Fritz for the murders and open torture, it was a very long time ago. And it was true, it would be hard, almost impossible even, to hold a grudge for nearly 30 years. But it didn't change Fritz's crimes, was it right?

'Look, I'll be going to face eternal torment when this is over. If what they say is true, all pain I inflicted will be returned to me tenfold. I'm not asking you to forgive, just forget. I'll even make you a deal in return for it.' Once more, Mike sighed, looking toward Fritz. Despite their ethereal look, Fritz's eyes were clearly defined.

'Mike, I've gone ten years without a proper freaking conversation. Jeremy ignored me for the first half, and the second half he simply went along with what I said like a lap dog.' Understanding dawned on Mike, having seen the kind of setting Fritz had been working in when he had been alive. It was easy to assume he'd always had people to talk to. Fritz was lonely.

Mike leaned back, flopping once more onto his back, folding his hands behind his head. Closing his eyes, he considered it seriously. When he had died and been put in an animatronic, he'd had the kids to converse with. It hadn't been lonely. But if he hadn't? Or if he'd only had his time on stage when he'd been acting as an animatronic? Mike sighed once more.

"Alright, but you're going to teach me all those ghosty tricks you can do, like the thing with the popcorn. Deal?" Never opening his eyes, Mike didn't bother checking if Fritz would take the deal. There was no doubt in his mind that Fritz would.

'You drive a hard bargain buuut...deal.' There was silence again for a long time, and Mike found himself slightly dozing off. If he had of thought about it, he might have wondered how a spirit dozed off.

'Mike?' Once more, Fritz spoke.

"Mmmn?"

'Thank you.'