I Don't Own Fnaf

Freddy's wasn't open on Sundays, but given that Mike wouldn't be heading in that night like he normally did for his Monday shift, he wouldn't be able to see the animatronics before hand, and it didn't feel right to just, you know, not tell the people you've been working with for a month that you wouldn't be coming in.

Sure, there was a few things wrong with that idea, for one the people Mike was working with were also the ones that had been trying to kill him, repeatedly, for a month straight, but they were getting better about that, really, it was slow going but it was clear that at least some level of progress was being made, and that was good enough for Mike for the time being.

But more than anything, Mike refused to let them think that they were being abandoned again.

The other thing was, given the place wasn't open, well, that meant it was also locked up, and Mike had already been forced to give back his keys to the building, but... that didn't really mean much when it was very easy to make a copy of a set of keys when you actually have the keys themselves and were paranoid of things going wrong. So yeah, Mike technically wasn't breaking and entering, just entering.

Still, all the same, Mike walked through the doors without issue, he already knew where the cameras were anyways because it would be kind of hard not to for him at this point, just in case, though he was also fairly certain that those things weren't actually recording anything given the amount of bodily harm that happened in the pizzeria's walls and the company's want to avoid potential evidence. Of course there could be a day guard, but... Mike doubted it, plus there wasn't any cars outside and the lights were off, meaning he just used his flashlight for light instead of turning anything on.

It wouldn't be good to let anyone outside who knew the lights should be off to notice that they were on.

Everything basically told him that no one was here, so Mike wasn't worried.

Perhaps spending your entire adult life being a criminal was good for something after all.

All the same, Mike quickly moved over to the main stage, staring up at the three, they were as frozen as they always were during the daylight hours. They looked... better, for the most part, but it had been slow going, making small tweaks and changes to the cast over the course of the last month, but it showed results. It also made them harder at night, but a few days ago, Fritz had done that pathing thing and it should help a lot for the new guy.

And if they were right, judging by Foxy, who had his pathing disabled for a while now, this should allow them to be able to be a lot more aware of what was going on around them, that is if they were lucky, but given everything Mike figured if anyone was deserving of a bit of luck right now, it would be these three.

So Mike did what he came to do, he moved over in front of the stage, and called up to the cast.

"Hey you three, I got some bad news, and some good news as well, I got fired, so I won't be here tonight for our normal game of sit and survive, but I got a guy to cover for me for the next little while" The suits seemed to twitch a bit, Fritz hadn't gotten rid of the daylight hour preforming programs that locked them into place so they couldn't move about, mostly to keep a murder in broad daylight to a minimum, at least until they were in a more controlled environment, but it was clear that was only doing so much now that the kids were some what aware and awake at all hours.

Still, Mike continued on, talking like nothing was wrong, cause, really, it wasn't, the worst that could happen was they chased him back to his office which currently wasn't being run on what felt like two AA batteries.

"But I have some good news as well, you won't have to be preforming for much longer, the pizzeria is closing by the end of the month, actually from what I've read, no new customers to deal with by the end of this week even, and I'll be having you all moved to somewhere safe before new years even rolls around" The faint twitching settled down, just a bit, Chica and Freddy did at least, Bonnie looked a bit... angry, but at least it was better than it was before as Mike continued on.

"I don't have everything sorted out right now, things are in the works, but I like to think we have an understanding, just... hold out for a bit longer, and you'll be free from this place and we can continue to get you all sorted out alright?" Bonnie slowly stopped twitching but none of them seemed all that happy, but maybe that was Mike beginning to spend to much time around them and his brother that he was beginning to see signs of emotions when there probably wasn't any.

"Right, well, I'll be calling Fritz and get him over here to help you all out a bit more, but in the mean time I'm going to go say hi to Foxy" With that he turned and headed over to the small side stage off to the side of the main room. As it stood, it was harder to talk to the three of them, he didn't exactly have the same connection he did with his brother, nor the weird history and protective bias he had with Foxy.

And given Mike already wasn't exactly great with people, alive or not, it made talking with the three weird, especially since it was hard to tell if they wanted to listen to him or were planning new ways to stuff him into things that would kill him very much dead.

Heading over to the Cove all the same, he moved over and jumped up to get up on it. He wasn't nearly as worried about being around the fox anymore, sure he was twitchy, but that wasn't much of an issue really after Fritz looked him over, sure he didn't say anything yet, even though it was clear there that he was basically all the way to the surface, just behind Evan probably in complete awareness, and with a now mostly functioning voice box now that it has well had been tuned up curtesy of the same man, though words haven't really been said just yet.

Pulling the curtain open, Mike slipped inside and looked around, he had probably taken too many liberties with the idea that no one went into Pirate's Cove, that could mostly be seen by the many, many torn out pages of the coloring books that Mike had dropped off that were now hung up on the walls. Mike didn't actually care, but thinking about it, probably not the most subtle thing he's done.

"Hey Captain" It was amusing to watch as Foxy sprung up, giving a quick wave for a greeting with his hook, before moving over quickly. Where before it would have filled the room with the sound of rusty metal squeaking against each other, instead it was almost nothing to be heard from the animatronic beyond what was to be expected. The fox's suit itself was still torn up more than a little bit, but the hardware underneath, which was clearly the most important, was leagues better than it had been before.

"Got something for me?" Foxy nodded, reaching down and pulled out a page of printer paper that Mike had given him in case the fox wanted to actually draw something, and not just color a picture in. It was hardly the perfect supplies, unlike the few times Mike let himself spend on his own occasional proper sketch book or pencils to draw with, but frankly Mike couldn't afford to get the good stuff and Foxy clearly didn't care.

Interested in what he was being given, Mike leaned in with interest to see what the Fox had in his hands this time. It was a simple picture... but that's not to say it was a nice picture, as Mike looked down at a frankly disturbing purple blob that was in the general shape of a person with what Mike was pretty sure a knife in it's hands and a weird yellow blob on the thing's chest as well as two white blobs that were probably meant to be eyes.

Glancing up at Foxy, Mike blinked just a bit seeing what he was pretty sure was meant to be an expectant look in the animatronics eyes. Mike wasn't stupid, he had a good idea of just what he was being shown.

"This... This is the one who killed you all right?" Mike didn't like asking, he didn't like seeing the way that Foxy simply nodded, seemingly pleased with showing Mike what he wanted. It made it suddenly a bit too real again, but he pushed his thoughts down and managed to give Foxy a smile and nod. "I've heard about how purple he was, so you definitely captured his likeness"

The fox preened under the praise as Mike came to the uncomfortable understanding once more that these were kids, even if they aged over the years they had been trapped in those suits, that didn't mean they weren't still kids, Freddy's age demographic wasn't exactly for teens, and given the 'missing children incident' happened about seven, going on eight years ago, Foxy, or the one inside of his suit, could be anywhere from twelve to seventeen now depending on when he was killed, and no matter what anyone said to those latter ages, that was still just a kid.

Blood on his hands, or... hook, or not Foxy was just a kid who had been killed way to early. Mike let out a soft shaky breath before collecting himself, steeling his mind, as he moved closer, ready to ask a bit more, no matter how he didn't really want to, about the killer, given this was the first chance of a real clue he could be given about the man who was behind this senseless slaughter, when another page was thrusted at Mike, as the man blinked in faint surprise, realizing Foxy looked even more excited than before and managed to take the page, hoping beyond reason that it wasn't anything that would give him more nightmares.

Thankfully it wasn't, that didn't mean it wasn't a bit confusing as he stared down at the page, it was the same image, well, not really... It was kind of different but it was mostly the same at the same time weirdly enough.

It was the same purple blob in the shape of a person, same weird yellow blob on the chest, but the whites for eyes was blue instead, and instead of a knife in the person's hand, it was... a...? What was that? It was red, but it was a blob in every sense of the word so it was hard to tell, it did have some black dots on it though that didn't really add any details. Maybe it was suppose to be blood? Was Foxy trying to tell him something about the killer? Just, through pictures?

"Ok, so the Purple Guy had something re-" There was a sudden harsh static creaking from the Fox's voice box that nearly made Mike jump as his eyes shot up to look at the animatronic, frowning in concern as Foxy reached out and snatched the page back, giving a harsh shake of his head, making the poor guy's poorly maintained head bobble about a bit in a way that couldn't be good for how damaged the outer suit already was.

"Uh, no then? Are you ok there buddy?" Foxy let out a harsh static before pointing with his hook at the page before pointing at Mike as he just frowned in confusion.

"Uh, what about me?" Foxy just pointed at the page again, though it still took a second before it actually clicked in Mike's head what he was being told. "That's me?" That seemed to finally break the fox out of his fit, as he gave a sharp and decisive nod as Mike suddenly felt like his throat dried out, while the animatronic looked at him expectantly.

Mike had no idea what he was suppose to say to that, before finally saying.

"Oh, well, I'm glad you grabbed my good side... do I look purple to you buddy?" Foxy froze at the question before slowly nodding, looking down with a faint sense of something in the air, maybe the fox was embarrassed? Ashamed? No, that didn't make sense, and didn't matter, why did Mike look like...

"Oh" Something he had thought about a while ago clicking back into piece, Foxy and the others had to attack him for a reason right? Mike had figured the purple jacket thing hadn't actually been a thing in the end when the others continued to attack him, but if they originally saw him in the color then maybe they could only see that? Like a first impression thing with their facial scanner or whatever? Purple seemed like it was much more important than Mike actually knew here, given Evan also warned him about it.

Wait... then that yellow-

"W-wait, the yellow, uh, here" Mike moved over, quickly but gently taking the page from the fox's hand as he turned it over and pointed at something on it for the fox to see before digging into one of his pockets as he pulled out an item he had kept on his person as a just in case if something did happen while he was here and needed an out. His Freddy's security badge which he was definitely told to return and had promptly ignored, it was a bright golden yellow badge, with it out in front of the aminatronic he looked up at Foxy and asked. "Is this what that is?"

Foxy nodded easily, seemingly a bit confused about it, probably thinking Mike already knew that given the uniform was suddenly obviously the thing that the animatronics really remembered about who killed them. It instead just made Mike's head spin.

Because that meant they knew Purple Guy because it had been a night guard that had killed them and that's what they remembered about the person, the most obvious thing that they remembered past even death itself, what he was wearing, a clear distinct uniform. And suddenly a bit too many things about the apparent history of aggression towards the guards made a bit more sense and that made Mike feel dizzy, because that was beyond what Mike was expecting.

It was more than just a vague idea like a whole freaking color, it was an employee here, more than that it was a man who had been working the night shift, who worked it in '84 more specifically.

That wasn't just a clue, it was basically as good as a grantee to who had done it, if Mike could find those files, could find out who held the job during the time when the kids started going missing, he'd know exactly who had done this to them. It was dizzying, but he couldn't help but let out a dry laugh before looking back at the animatronic who was giving him a curious look and just said.

"Thanks Foxy, I love it" The fox beamed at him.

"So you're the infamous Jeremy then?" Jeremy just gave a side glance at Fritz who just rolled his eyes as Mike looked over the man as he entered into the back room of the diner.

He was fairly normal looking, not overly tall, being the shortest of the three, for obvious reasons lighter skinned than Fritz, though not quite as pale as Mike himself was though it was clear he didn't seem to get much sun in contrast to Mike's more naturally pale tone that had come back from a month of night shifts, and unlike both of the other two, his hair was a dirty blonde instead of a more darker shade with it being hidden under a baseball cap.

If Mike had to put an age on him, it would be somewhere between Mike himself and Fritz, probably only two or three years older than Mike and maybe a year or two younger than the oldest in the room. His eyes were green and had something of a soft and kind look to them, though there was one thing that was pretty noticeable about him, as he moved in and took off the hat he had worn when he walked in as he looked around.

And those were what the hat had been hiding, a large amount of clear teeth mark scars like a bit around the top of his forehead that moved up over his temples like a wide crescent before vanishing into his hairline. They weren't... horrible, but it was obvious without the hat and from the top down angle Mike got, it was clear the skin where the scars were had indents pushed into his head showing just how... deep the original wounds went in.

Mike didn't let himself stare, it was hardly the worst injury he had ever seen in his life, the fact that it was completely healed made it easier to avoid. Though his thoughts on the matter were distracted as he watched as Jeremy paused whatever introduction he was going to give, as his eyes caught on the bear in the room.

Goldie was sitting down, at one of the tables, as well as he could, his suit compared to the others weren't nearly as heavy given it was made to have someone preform inside of it occasionally, so the chair under him wasn't begging for mercy, that didn't change the slightly surreal quality to it, Mike himself still wasn't quite used to seeing his brother moving around yet, and the teen himself clearly forgot consistently given his habit of just sitting somewhere and not moving for long periods of time.

It was clearly a bit awkward given apparently Jeremy knew Evan as more of a threat than anything else, so to break the sudden tension Mike spoke up again in an attempt to bulldoze it out of the way.

"I hear you've met my brother before" Jeremy's eyes were still locked onto the animatronic, but he still answered.

"You could say that, we shared a few night shifts" His voice was light, kind of soft, but there was an edge in there from the tension that made him sound more serious than Mike was expecting.

"I wouldn't take it personally, he's shown up once or twice during my watches to" Evan jolted a bit, turning to look over at them both, his eyes staring ahead at Jeremy before from his voice box came a static.

"Sorry" It... didn't exactly sound genuine, more sardonic if Mike was being honest, and judging by the quirk of Jeremy's eyebrow, he clearly wasn't buying it either, but he didn't point it out, instead just seemed to steel himself before saying

"Sure, you're one of the kids... I don't remember you" The words sounded pointed, Evan didn't react outwardly to the comment and instead just answered.

"You only met the toys, we were... too lost, when you were given your gift" Jeremy's hands tightened suddenly, though he didn't look ready to fling himself at the golden bear, as he said back.

"Yeah, some gift" Mike was just confused, looking between the two, while Fritz just looked at the ceiling, like he was trying to blame it for this situation happening in the first place. Clearly meaning he wasn't going to be any help, Mike stepped back in to get the topic back into something that he knew made sense.

Because Mike knew Jeremy had met Goldie, Fritz had told him that, along with the original four as well.

"We can have a reunion later, but for the time being, have you sent in your resume yet Jeremy?" The man just nodded.

"Already got accepted, put a different name down though, I don't think they'd like to have me back after how hard I sued them last time" There was a sudden twisting edge of joy to his words, clearly enjoying the idea of said lawsuit he apparently filed against Fazbear Entertainment. Sudden Jeremy moved up a notch or two in Mike's book.

"Good, the three on the main stage are still a bit hostile, I think they know we aren't Purple Guy at this point, they just don't care, I think they don't really like me, so maybe you'll be safe but keep your guard up anyways. And Foxy's already agreed to not come at you, though I'd still check up on him when he wants to do one of his runs, he thinks it's fun" Jeremy just nodded, glancing at Fritz finally who also turned to meet the shorter man's gaze.

"Sounds like a lot's happened, you weren't kidding"

"Wish I was to be honest"

"No you don't" Fritz looked back up to the ceiling, seemingly this time hoping to find patience. Mike just smirked for a moment before continuing on.

"As much as ragging on Fritz will never not be entertaining, anything you want to talk about while we're here? I figure all this must be some what shocking" Jeremy just shrugged, then again he did seem to be taking all of this incredibly well, small reactions aside, all of this had to be shocking to see for yourself after the only experiencing he had being where the animatronics were trying to kill him.

"Not really, I mean, I'm not exactly unfamiliar with all this and Fritz has caught me up for the most part, I know the highlights. Though I do have a question for you, Mike right?" Mike just nodded, wondering just what Fritz had been telling the other man, when suddenly Jeremy's green eyes seemed to focus in on him with an intensity that he hadn't been expecting as he asked, "Are you ok?"

That... wasn't what Mike was expecting.

"Excuse me?" His voice came out harsher than he wanted it to as Jeremy's eyes softened again, looking sad even, if only for a moment, before sighing, looking away before looking back, while Mike was just continued to be confused and a bit offended if he was being honest with himself.

"You're... uh, well... I kind of have a good sense when it comes to people and you kind of look like a mess, and given how close you are to all this, given-" He gestured over at Goldie, who was still just watching it all play out, "I can't imagine just what it's like to be dealing with all of it" The way he spoke those words made Mike feel like he was holding something out, something that wasn't being said.

Mike brushed it off, there was no way some guy who he just met knew him that well or at all even.

"I'm fine, the situation is fucked, but I'm hardly the one who's worse off" Jeremy frowned again, but didn't say anything more, instead looking over cautiously at Evan again.

"I guess... Well, either way, let's work together to get all of this sorted yeah?" Mike just nodded, he was much more comfortable with everyone working to get all this handled than for them to pry into his life and feelings.

His feelings hardly matter, much less could be considered important.

The child was scared, he was locked away again, and no matter how much he quietly wept at the front of the locked door, no one came to him, no matter how much he silently begged for someone to come get him, nothing happened. He had no idea how long he had been sitting there, but he knew it felt like forever.

Why, why did this have to happen? Why was it like this? Why couldn't he just leave them alone?

What had he done to make the older so mad at him that he had to be locked away again?

The child was cold, shaking from the volume of tears he had shed, as he stayed curled up.

Waiting for his brother to save him.

Goldie jolted back into consciousness, his eyes, now real ones, made of cameras, being flooded with vision as his form slowly twitched, coming back to his own limbs that he hadn't been able to feel or move in so long, it was almost as jolting as the strange nightmare before he managed to calm himself, as he looked around.

He was alone, left once more in the diner while the humans that had taken to accompanying him in recent weeks no where to be seen, it had to be late then, usually at least someone was here, Goldie had taken, almost shamefully really, to sleeping through the times he was alone, even if he hardly said anything, Goldie just couldn't quite stand the empty silence anymore, it left him with his thoughts too much.

Left him to his memories even more so.

But it seems even his nights were now filled with them, nightmares weren't... uncommon for Goldie, as he spent most of his time asleep, he was plagued by them on occasion, but not much, and yet this one felt pointed. Goldie remembered that memory, he never forgot that one, it was one of the ones leading up to his death, in that last week until the party.

Why have a nightmare about that, and not one of the... other memories that had begun to come back to the bear?

A familiar hatred pulsed easily in the animatronic's chest, as it always did when he remembered Michael's actions, but it felt wrong this time, something was off, and it felt harder than it should have been to build up that resentment. It made Goldie feel cold instead of the almost comforting warmth of anger that he had become so accustomed to in the last decade of solitude. Like... Like he was missing something.

Had Goldie forgotten something about that memory?

Did... Did he even want to learn what it was if he had?

As much as the bear liked to believe since his death, since he had become this golden bear, he felt nothing but anger, a drive to be able to help those wronged just like he had been wronged, but that was wrong. He was scared, just like he had been when he first woke up in this body, like he was before when he had still being nothing but a child, no matter the form always feeling trapped and unable to move, he was scared.

It made him feel ashamed as he forcefully pushed the idea of the memories away, as he stayed in the place he woke up, unwilling to move like he knew he now could, and instead listened, Golden Freddy wasn't needed to get the new night guard, Jeremy, a man willing to come back, perhaps he had been wrong about what the other had seen in the man if he had come back to help, something he wouldn't have been able to do without the gift he had been given after his... accident.

But that didn't mean the pizzeria had no need of him, the other part of his whole, the one who's anger had always been greater than his own, and the one who always did her best to keep track of the man that Goldie could hate now without such confusing thoughts and new memories, had need of him and what he could now offer, so that's what he would do.

The hunt wasn't over, just now the animatronics finally had their sights on the right target, and this time, they wouldn't fail, no matter what it cost.

It was all of their final chances after all, before the fear of the unknown would be upon them all, whisked away once more to a sight they couldn't yet see, once again. They couldn't afford to fail anymore.

Mike sighed as he leaned back against one of the tables that had been dragged into the back room of the diner at some point given the expanding need for places to put stuff and areas to sit down with the expanding group. He felt useless for the most part, Jeremy was covering the night shift, well even to what he's been hearing, but then again according to the shorter man, the animatronics seemingly barely ever even walked around, much less tried to get in his office...

Well there was Foxy, who seemed to be the only one that Jeremy seemed to really be wary of, outside of Mike's own brother of course, which was strange given his weirdly nonchalant attitude towards the main three, but Foxy barely counted as a threat, the fox just liked to stretch his legs it seemed like more than anything and liked to give the guard a spook now that he wasn't trying to put a hook through anyone in uniform. Not to say Jeremy was in uniform of course, Mike warned him against that right away.

While Fritz, being the tech wizard he was, had already gotten his brother in mostly good enough shape with what he had, which was leagues and bounds past anything Mike could have been capable of, and was still working on the other animatronics when he could slip in during the days where no one was there after the first week when the doors had closed for costumers, now it was mostly just movers coming in and taking out parts of the pizzeria, like the tables to be moved off sight, probably to be later sold off.

Needless to say, Mike felt restless, even the things he was handling in the back ground to make sure the the four would be safe afterwards didn't feel like enough for the most part, given how hands off it was given he had no idea about the law there wasn't anything he could do there to help out. Not to mention while he had been excited about the clue he had gotten from Foxy, he couldn't find anything about the guard that had worked there in the year of '84, in fact most of the guard records that he should have been able to find in his father's old records were all gone, like they had never been there to begin with.

The only reason Mike knew for a fact that that couldn't be the case was because his father liked to keep track of everything at all times, the man still had copies of the paychecks he had to sign to every other staff member that was on hire when he had been an owner, at least he did for everyone, but there was no mention of a guard, hell, back then they might not have even had a night guard thinking about it. Mike couldn't remember one when he was around at least, but that didn't really tell him anything either, just another dead end that he had no way of getting answers on at this point.

It didn't help he had his own actual job now, he got hired as a day and sometimes night guard at the company he had seen in the paper, and the job was easy enough, he had to handle some more... difficult people when someone got angry or some dude who didn't get the support they wanted from the company wanted to go to the building and make a mess, which was more common than Mike thought it should be. But it wasn't hard to handle, Mike has been in more than a few fights in his life, and he wasn't exactly a person most people wanted to try and pick a fight with when he confronted them. It mostly just came down to talking the aggravating party down and then escorting them off the property for the actual cops to handle, he had yet to actually hit someone.

At least it paid good if just made him more anxious, being in a bunch of stressful situations without an outlet he normally had made Mike tense, waiting for something to happen that he could handle or at least be a part of, and yet nothing was, things were just moving along and he wasn't sure he was allowed to want something to happen.

And at least he got to spend more time with his brother, sure he didn't exactly talk a lot, but that was fine as well, Evan was allowed to be quiet.

Right now the ki- teen, sometimes Mike still forgot about that, was sitting down near one of the walls, holding onto his plushy, he refused to let the thing go, it brought back both good and bad memories to the man, not to mention it was a nice reminder, even if he didn't need it, that it really was his brother in that suit, it had been hard to see at first, still was, no matter what his mind told him and how he acted, it still wasn't easy some times to equate the bear and his brother together.

It was getting easier, working at Freddy's helped, but that didn't mean it was perfect or anything, all of this still made Mike's head hurt when he tried to wrap his head around the supernatural nonsense that happened around him.

...Thinking of, glancing around, it was just him and Evan, Fritz was off at his new day job, working at some repair shop for things like washers and toasters or something like that, and Jeremy was lost to the world given his own night shifts. If there was ever a time to ask...

"So, Goldie" The bear glanced up at him, as Mike put down the pencil he had been using to sketch out something that wasn't that important right now, as he continued on, "What's with the visions and stuff? I know some spooky spirit magic is the main thing, but, like... how? Or at least what all can you do and can the others do it as well? Just so I should know if Freddy's gonna be able to throw a table at me with his mind one of these days"

Maybe it was too big of a question, as the bear just continued to stare at him, as Mike did his best to not fidget a bit under the red pinprick eyes that were inside of Fredbear's head, he really should ask Fritz about getting proper eyes for the teen, it was just on the wrong side of unnerving in situations like this.

Finally though the bear answered him.

"It's hard to explain, any of us could probably do what anything the others could, but somethings come easier to some than others... I can see in places that are important to me, but no one else has had that ability, one... one had something close, but for those four in the pizzeria, they were asleep too long and without need to learn anything, I've had time to... practice" Mike frowned at that but still nodded. He guessed that made since, it was just weird ghost power stuff when you boiled it down to it, and the longer the ghost has had time to learn said powers, the better they'd be at them, with certain talents coming easier than others, just like for more flesh based people with muscle training if that was an appropriate comparison.

"Anything else you can do then? I know about the visions, and I guess you being able to see places you think are important explains how you know what's going on in the pizzeria, and there was that whole... thing with the box cut-" There was a faint but clearly pointed static that came from his brother as Mike paused before letting it drop, instead saying- "So... Anything else?"

"Nothing important" Mike felt like that was a bit too vague, and under circumstances would have pressed on the issue without a second thought to get some more answers about all this insanity, but if Goldie didn't want to say anything about it, then he wouldn't pressure his brother.

"Alright, just wondering" He was ready to turn back to the page, now slightly comforted by the fact that the next time he was at the pizzeria Bonnie wouldn't be able to give him any hallucinations, nor would Chica be able to throw something at him with her mind, he was ready to go back to drawing, not everything answered, but being unwilling to press on it. Only Evan didn't seem to be done with him.

"I need you to go to the pizzeria tonight" Mike blinked, his head whipping back around to stare at his brother in confusion at the sudden request that honestly sounded a lot more like a demand. He just ended up quirking an eyebrow.

"Oh? And any reason why or does Freddy just want to have a slumber party with his favorite victim? You know, to get that table tossing practice in" The Fredbear suit was quiet for a short moment before saying in a tone that made Mike's skin suddenly feel like crawling.

"What are your plans for the murderer when you find him?" Mike... blinked, that felt very serious, as he shifted to turn to look at the bear with his full focus, as he took a deep breath in to try and get his thoughts in order.

"I-... I don't know, I'd say tell the police but I don't exactly have a good record with them, and they failed to catch the man the first time around, and it's hardly like I can use the evidence I have to convince them. I doubt they'll believe that 'a robotic fox told me' is court worthy material" Mike wasn't stupid, he knew he had no idea what he was going to do once he managed to figure out who did this horrible act, but he did know getting the man arrested would be nearly impossible.

"Would you let the others carry out their purpose?" Mike blinked, confused at the way Evan seemingly switched the topic only to pale when he realized just how the two related to each other.

"You want to know if I'll move aside and let you and the others kill him" All of a sudden the mental war he had been fighting about knowing his brother and the animatronics he was trying to help had killed more than a few people and were still looking to kill another was back in full force, because that's what all of this had been, all those night guards in search for revenge.

Just because Mike had let the four come to the surface more didn't mean the wants they had would have changed, those desires had been why they had been mindless killing machines in the first place after all, that need for revenge so great it overrode their very programming and bodies to be able to hunt. Those kids didn't care about some kind of police justice, they wanted to take matters into their own hands no matter who had to suffer for it in the mean time.

Mike never forgot that the animatronics were dangerous, sure he had never been afraid, but he had never been mistaken about what they were, about what they had done, at least he was sure he hadn't been, but it seemed that he had been forgetting slowly but surely all the same. And now he had to give an answer on just where he would stake his line in the sand when it came to the life of another human being.

In a way, a life was once more put in his hands, on whether or not an animatronic would kill them. Mike felt sick.

It wasn't because of the flashbacks to his actions this time, no, it was because he knew what his answer was. He knew what it had been for a while, just too unwilling to even think about it, much less address it to himself. Yet all the same, he found himself answering, easily, like he wasn't revolted with the words that came out.

"I would... What do you need me to do to clear the way" That had to be why Evan wanted him at the pizzeria, to do something so the animatronics would have a way to get to the man, if, or perhaps when, Purple Guy showed up.

It didn't matter though, as he listened to what his brother told him.

Mike was too busy being disgusted with himself.

Ah Mike, morality isn't quite your strongest suit, but it's nice that you try. Beyond that, Jeremy! He's only had an introduction long enough to state what he looks like, how he acts, and that there is something probably going on with him, but that's just normal stuff here, something is going on with everyone, expect Fritz, he's just here because he can't find a way off the crazy train he accidently boarded. Goldie is having flashbacks and stuff, he's an interesting character, cause Evan is a massive cry baby, that's just canon fact, so I have to balance how he was, with how he'd be after nearly a decade of being trapped and alone and how that would effect him. It's complicated and I hope I'm balancing it well, but that's for future me to decide I guess. Mike is beginning to get clues and evidence is starting to build up as well, but not everything is quite in place just yet, but don't worry, this peace is going to be shattered soon enough! Anyways, See ya.