I Don't Own Fnaf

Mike knew he was going to regret this, he really didn't have to go back in, but his curiosity had never been quite as high after waking up in a freaking warehouse of all places, especially with just what he had been in when he had woken up.

This place had something to do with Freddy's and the idea of learning more, learning anything, be it about the company itself, or just to maybe finally get an answer onto the identity of the pyscho who was causing all this stuff to happen, Mike had to know, he couldn't just not. And if anyone thought that maybe he was being a bit of a crazy person himself for making the decision to go back into a warehouse that he had been kidnapped to, well, he had his still pounding skull as a great excuse for being impulsive.

Slipping back into the darkness of the warehouse, Mike instantly went to search for a light switch. Normally that would be a horrible idea when breaking and entering of any kind, doubly so at night given the lights would be even more noticeable, but Mike also realized he didn't care that much if the police showed up, he was beaten black and blue and had a very good excuse for being here. Hell, he kind of preferred it if the police came here, he could use it to get that damn purple bastard to be arrested if he played his cards right.

So of course it was because of that, when he found the light switch by the front of the warehouse he had just walked back in from, when he flipped it nothing happened. Giving it another few tries more out of exasperation than actually think it was going to do anything, Mike just sighed, cursing his luck, before noticing a flashlight that was hanging off the wall next to the door...

Right, Mike was in a dark and poorly lit place linked to Freddy's with nothing but a flashlight in the middle of the night. It almost felt like he was back on the clock as he snatched the item off the wall with an annoyed huff, clicking the thing on before wincing at the sudden change of bright light that beamed out the front on his darkness adjusted eyes.

At least the damn torch was powerful.

Blinking a few times, Mike let out an annoyed grunt before quickly flicking the light around the warehouse. The left side from the front door held what looked like dozens of those massive shelving units, going half way up to the tall ceiling while on the right side there was a number of fairly large sized shipping crates that were clearly locked up, along with what looked to be some kind of office on the bottom though there were stars along the nearby wall that lead up to a balcony that went to another smaller room, probably what used to be an overseers office or something.

Giving that Mike didn't exactly have anything on hand to pick a bunch of locks, he chose to ignore the crates for the time being, and instead moved over to the shelving isles, they were filled with things. Old parts of what clearly were meant for animatronics to old merch that even Mike recognized, sure some of them had versions of plushies that Mike didn't recognize, but others? Well he'd have to be a bit more than concussed to not recognize the first ever iterations of the original four's marketable forms.

Henry had been so excited about them at the time, even Father couldn't stop his business partner from getting more than a few spare ones that wouldn't be sold to give to the two's kids. Evan and Elizabeth both had at least two Chicas and Bonnies each, not to mention the amount of Freddys. Over time the Foxys managed to migrate to Mike himself, given that was the one he actually liked, he ended up giving them out to a few of his friend's younger siblings after a while, given the owners also happened to be the ones that got to take home the merch that didn't come out right, and back then there was usually at least one dud in every order, so they built up quickly.

Not to mention all the stuff that wasn't plushys, the normal toys, like Freddy themes yo-yos, pencil cases, erasures, pens, off-brand candies that were no doubt probably poisonous at this point to eat, among a bunch of other smaller and larger things, like the jumbo sized Chica plush Mike managed to spy that was on one of the higher shelves, which was positioned in a way that made it look like it was peering down at him. After his time on the night shift, the sight was more unnerving that Mike liked to admit it was for something that was stuffed with fluff.

There were other, more recent versions of the characters that Mike didn't really recognize, a few merch items that involved the toy line, but not many, and there was practically nothing Mike could see that he managed to spy from the frankly disappointing merch corner at the most current Freddy's. Which gave the impression this place was pretty outdated in a strange way, leaving Mike confused just to as to what the purpose of this was.

Fazbear Entertainment loved to recycle everything, from employees to animatronics, to even the damn table clothes and uniforms, there was no way in hell that all this was just here without the company trying to make use of it right? So... what the hell was this place?

Was... was this some creepy shrine that the killer made or something? The thought made Mike feel gross to be looking at it all, and he swore if he found any bodies he was going to be pissed, but he kept walking, looking around the isles, there was just to much stuff to really mention it all. There was tons of randomly placed tools and items all over the place, old stuff, everything seemed to have a layer of dust on it which was weird, but Mike just kept walking. Moving through the isles until he found the section where everything was placed in cardboard boxes and not just hanging loosely out, making it a lot harder to figure out just what the hell he was looking at.

He didn't have the will to look through every single box right now, so instead he just chose to stop, it was mostly just a bunch of Freddy's stuff that wouldn't help him out here with learning anything.

Leaving the isles, Mike quickly moved around the crates, just to give them a glance before moving on to the offices, they all had the locks engaged after short check ups, and Mike was in no position to see if he could find some bolt cutters among the piles of tools with his one good hand. He'd have to just come back at some other point to look through them.

The ground floor 'office', was mostly just a room with nothing in it but a chair and a computer on an old desk.

Interestingly enough, there wasn't nearly as much dust around in here, as Mike quickly found himself in front of the computer, trying to turn it on, with a wave of excitement and confusion coming over him when it actually did turn on. So the power wasn't off? Then why didn't the lights work?

Shaking his head, Mike was instead was forced with the crushing disappointment of... the log in window in front of him. It still told him some things, the massive fazbear logo as a background obviously meant this was some kind of work computer... But... Yeah, he didn't have username, much less a matching password for any fazbear employee's account. There weren't even any handy sticky notes around that had it conveniently written down as was the habit of some people.

Sighing with annoyance, Mike still looked over the thing quickly, but there was no such luck, shaking his head with annoyance, he wracked his brain for a moment before pausing... Maybe?

Leaning in, Mike slowly, with one hand, typed in the username he had remembered seeing in a certain office.

WAfton01

Sure, he didn't know the password, but he hit enter anyways, and watched as it connected to an account, just kicked him out after it realized the password wasn't right. Still, it had worked, his father's account was still somewhere on file and connected to this computer, that meant he could probably find it somewhere at the Afton house right? His father wrote everything down, the man was compulsive about making sure everything was on a piece of paper somewhere, so it probably was there somewhere right?

He'd have to come back, but Mike had been thinking about doing that anyways right? So it wasn't that big of a deal, and he could even bring a weapon with him next time so he wouldn't be unprotected as he was right now. With that he quickly shut down the computer and moved, a new energy to him as he looked around the rest of the office, quickly pulling the drawers out of the desk and rooting through them, there was a number of files, of which he quickly pulled out and splayed out on the desk, unsure what he was about to see, but more than willing to figure out.

That excitement and energy, of maybe finally finding an in, was brought down quickly in confusion at what he found in the file. Unlike the incredible lack of presence in the warehouse involving the toy line animatronics, here he was, staring down at the very same blueprints for them, in the margins were a number of notes that reminded him both of Fritz and his father's habits of note taking.

Perhaps it was just something people who knew machines did? Mike didn't think much for it for the time being, instead just scanned over them with a frown, they felt out of place to be here of all places, but all the same he looked through them quickly, only to stop once more as he realized just what he was looking at in the margins. His eyes locking onto Toy Freddy because that was the one on the top, as he looked at the notes in the corners a bit closer.

Richard Maxine
Age: Ten
Qualities: None
Awareness: Limited
Status: Decommissioned

There was other things listed, things that made next to no sense to Mike, things labelled in a way that it seemed more like... results, test results at that.

It didn't take long for Mike to realize what he was looking at, the words from his brother echoing in his head. The four at the current Freddy's hadn't been the only ones to be put in suits. The toy line, who had been decommissioned, had been alive at one point as well, and someone... Someone knew, someone knew that, more than that, knew exactly which kid was in which toy animatronic, the other files had similar notes, similar names, similar 'results' of tests on the animatronics.

It made Mike feel sick, made his already spinning head feel worse, someone knew about them, someone took them before they had been decommissioned and toyed with them for a lack of a better word, and Mike had a strong feeling he knew exactly who had done it. Well, not exactly, but if this wasn't proof of the Purple Guy's sadistic nature then he had no idea just what would be.

He wanted nothing more for the man to be in front of him right this second, frail morals be damned, Mike would kill the man himself the next time he got his hands on the sick purple monster!

He hadn't realized he had been half hunched over the desk glaring down at the files and blueprints until the sound of something interrupted his thoughts, the soft banging reverberations of metal echoing from the main warehouse making a rush of cold run down his body as Mike's head snapped to look over in the direction of the doorway.

Taking a short moment to look back at the blueprints, the files, and wondering if these would be any kind of proof if he could tie whoever used this place to the apparently numerous missing children... His head hurt trying to parse through what he was suppose to do here, but in the end decided it was just a list of names, nothing more to those that didn't know what to look for.

Next he quickly moved through the rest of the drawers, mostly hoping to find some kind of weapon, he came up sort, because of course he did, as the sound echoed throughout the building once more, causing Mike to look back up before frowning. Random bangs didn't just happen, someone or something was in here with him, but the idea that it was the Purple Guy made Mike's entire body burn, he knew it was stupid, he should try and sneak around and get the hell out of here, but...

But after what he just saw, there was no way in hell he would be able to just leave right now. An inferno of continually repressed anger being much to large, feeling like it was boiling the blood in his veins, as Mike moved out of the office, heading towards the sound, as he went, grabbing with his off hand a particularly large looking wrench. The banging didn't continue for a long moment, but eventually there was another, as Mike slowed his gait, lowering his body as he finally rounded what felt like the last of many corners.

And stopped as he stared at the sight of one of the metal containers. Frowning, Mike was about to continue his search when-

*Bang*

The sound echoed from inside of the container, and Mike froze, turning back to the container for a short moment before quickly moving closer. Was he not the only one who got trapped here? Moving closer, Mike thought about what he was about to do for a short second before throwing cautious to the wind, as he moved closer and looked over the front... It was chained shut, unlike most of the others which were just using the locks that the containers came with.

Reaching out, his hands hovered just over the chains, just for a second before calling out as quietly as he could, just in case.

"Hello? Is someone in there?" His voice came out as a harsh croak more than his actual voice, but it seemed to have an effect, as after a second there was another softer knock from the inside. Before suddenly everything was thrown to the wind as the sounds of crashing and trashing echoed from instead of the container.

Fuck.

"H-Hey, it's ok! I'll get you ok alright? Just give me a moment, I'll find something her-!" His assurances were cut off with a sharp curse as Mike finally reached out to grab onto the chains, with the idea of being looking them over, when he felt a harsh incredibly painful shocking jolt rush through his hand as he jerked his body back as he stared at the things with mild horror. The fucking container was electrified? The banging continued, and frankly wasn't a big help for Mike's already present head ache, along with his body ache, and everything else, but the panic of the thrashing made him not snap, it helped he was still shocked, both literally and mentally, at the insanity in front of him. Because what sane person locked another person in something like that?

The same person who would trap another in a Springlock suit, that's who.

"Just- Hey! Caln down, I got to get the electricity turned off, I'll be right back, just, stop thrashing, I'll get you out" His words seemed to have some kind of impact, as the person inside finally stopped hitting the walls, that was something at least. At the very bare minimum, it meant they weren't in a suit either which Mike could only be thankful for. He couldn't handle another springlock suit right now.

Thankfully actually shutting off the electricity to the contain didn't take any longer than a moment. Walking around to the back of the container showed a massive tube of wiring that was linked up to some weird looking thing on the back of the container that was clearly working as some sort of conductor. It was as simple as flipping a few levers on the weird device until the lights on it turned off for the thing to seemingly turn off.

Of course Mike had quite the shock when as he did so, the lights in the entire warehouse flipped on, filling the warehouse with light and blinding him for a moment with the sudden onslaught of light. Blinking the spots of out his eyes, Mike was worried for a moment that the kidnapper had returned, but quickly figured that this thing was taking power from the main building's power, so one couldn't be on while the other was in use. At least, he figured it was something like that, given Mike was pretty sure he left the light switch he found when he walked back into this horror scene flipped on.

At least he wouldn't need to use his one good hand to hold the light as he made sure the thing wasn't about to flip itself back on, though as he moved to head out to the larger warehouse to try and find some tools, he heard it again, this time being a soft echo from inside of the container.

The sound of a music box winding down. Blinking, he glanced back at the container, as the sound seemingly petered out, he still had no idea if he was just hearing things or not, but that didn't change anything, hell for all he knew, a music system was in there and played the same tune constantly as a form of torture, Mike was certain he'd go mad if he had to hear the same thing over and over for who knows how long. Still, the banging didn't return, even as he spoke to the metal box about how he would be right back.

Quickly leaving the area back to the isles of shelves, he started looking quickly around for some bolt cutters and anything that he could use as a makeshift lock pick.

Both were had to find, but mostly because of how unorganized everything was in the tools section, but thankfully he found some cutters he could probably use if he pressed one of the handles against his body instead of trying to use both his hands, while he managed to find some sturdy metal wire that wouldn't bend easily that he could use as a pick while for a tension wrench he grabbed a long small and thin flat head screw driver.

It wasn't exactly the best he's ever used, but he's also certainly had to use worse in much more tense situations, no, that was a lie, this was way more tense, it just wasn't as rushed, though to say Mike wasn't feeling the pressure would be a massive lie.

Finding himself back in front of the crate, it felt like he nearly cracked one of his ribs as he used his body to leverage the bolt cutters to snap the chains around the front of the container before moving on to the lock. It was harder to do this, for one the pain he was still in and the mild adrenaline in the back of his mind was making his hands shake, not to mention with his clearly broken hand, it was hard too be as dexterous as he normally was when doing something that was generally considered illegal.

It took a few minutes, more swears than average, and a far bit of pain, but finally with a small click the lock face rotated as the pins gave to let it unlock. Mike let out a sigh of relief before dropping the damn makeshift tools and making a mental note to never get kidnapped again without having an actual set on him, this was such a hassle.

...As Mike moved to open up the latches to pull the door to the container opened he realized absently that the concussion was really messing with his thought processes if he thought this part of all of this hell was the part that was a hassle of all things.

Shaking the thought away, he pulled the doors open, taking a step back, not wanting to crowd around whoever was inside, as he called into the darkness.

"Hello? You can come out now" Even with the lighting from above now on, it was hard to see inside because of the darkness, though he could see a number of what looks like lights that had been hung up, and... wallpaper on the sides? He couldn't think more about it because Mike's focus was focused back as once more he heard the sound of music, though this one was different, instead of the bordering on familiar tunes of My Grandfather's Old Clock... It was something else.

Mike barely had time to recognize the tune as Pop Goes the Weasel when he was to busy yelling in surprise as a black and white thing, moving so fast it was nothing more than a blur, shot from the darkness right at him, as he felt long wires unfurl from somewhere and quickly wrap themselves around his throat as the two tumbled back with a crash into one of the shelving units.

Mike's mind only had enough time, before his fight or flight response to kick in, to really regretted not leaving when he had the chance.

Freddy had always wanted revenge, almost as much as all the others combined it felt like, sure his anger couldn't be compared to hers, but more than enough to be willing to stuff more than a few now suddenly concerningly innocent night guards, the idea he just gave up now, so suddenly was jarring, it made no sense to him. Goldie had no idea just what to think of it.

Maybe it was the guilt? He couldn't say he was immune to that feeling either, especially recently, hearing and seeing the people his and the others' actions have directly impacted, Fritz and Jeremy didn't deserve what happened to them. Goldie wasn't blind enough to understand that it was more than likely all the guards over the years hadn't deserved it either, no matter how complacent they must have been in the horrors that happened within the pizzeria walls, but that didn't mean Goldie regretted it that much. He listened to a friend's word to hunt just as much as he actively knew those employee's, the 'Purple Guy' or not, weren't blameless to their blind eyes.

Freddy didn't have that though, he was lost over time, his mind being buried under his break downs and lacking repairs. Perhaps now with the work the others had been doing, it had brought the bear's mind back enough for him to regret what he did enough too willingly allow himself to be decommissioned?

No...

It just didn't make any sense, he wouldn't do that, never against the Purple Guy would any of them willingly give up, not when all their anger and need for revenge had kept them here this long, not after so many years. Neither Bonnie or Chica either, he hadn't looked in on them, but had... felt the connection that they all had formed over the years snap all the same over the last two days as their forms had been ruined to the point they could not be able to stay within their bodies.

Goldie had been alone for so long, the only real comfort being those small bonds that the others had formed before vanishing underneath the surface of their own new forms. Now those were almost all gone, Foxy was the only one left, and the two had hardly... gotten along, even back then. There was her... he trusted his other half, he had to, it was that or to be alone in the darkness, as both waited to recover enough to try another attempt on the Purple Man.

To use their slow-to-recover abilities to influence the others and those within the pizzera walls to make sure the Purple Guy would die, and he had, over and over, but it was never the real one... Not until now...

The Purple man...

It was like a hit to the chest, a rush of understanding that would have left the bear breathless if he had any need for air anymore, as it was, he didn't feel anything of the sort and instead just rocked back, feeling the way the springs in his suit jerked and tightened, his voice box creaking and letting out a sharp burst of static that he couldn't control.

She had always wanted to be the one who killed him, but they had always been trapped alone in the back, alone and unmoving. Goldie had made peace with the idea, he didn't need the revenge like the others, he simply was a spectator to the other's hunt for their killer, playing a part on occasion but nothing much more. But... not her, never her, she wanted the Purple Man to suffer.

But Goldie had never thought she would use her power to make sure the others wouldn't be able to fight back when he finally and truly came back.

It was like he had once told Mike, the people inside these animatronics all were simply spirits possessing their respective suits, and as such they got to be able to do things that most couldn't think possible. Goldie could see what was happening in the pizzeria, but not just because he wanted to, the place was important to him, because that's where the only ones left were, and that importance let him see within it's walls.

When he had the energy, at least back when he was in a state of disrepair when getting even a scrap of extra power took weeks of rest, of that not quite sleep that was being shut off, Goldie could even interact with the things inside of the pizzeria, making the guards see things, make them think certain things were happening that weren't, playing on the mind. He made Michael see him when he wasn't there, and Goldie knew how painful that was on another being's mind. He just hadn't cared.

He still didn't mind doing that to his brother, after all the man ran away again, even when Michael had promised he wouldn't... Guess that was on Goldie for thinking the man could change.

He refused to be hurt, the man had hurt him to much already to allow himself to feel betrayed when Goldie knew he shouldn't have expected anything else. He had more important things to focus on at the moment anyway.

Back to point, Goldie could do that with ease nowadays, his repaired suit, intact mind, and a decade of experience of getting by with the barest scraps of energy meant he didn't have to worry about straining himself nearly as much as he used to. It wasn't easy still, at least not really, it still took energy and he had to be careful with it no doubt unless he wanted to shut himself down without meaning to.

She wasn't like that, nor did she have the same... ability that Goldie did, her suit was still in a state of disrepair, if not nearly as bad as his had been. Her abilities weren't quite as... passive. She was too angry to ever wish to stay on the sidelines, and her powers showed that. Instead of simply being able to force something akin to visions onto someone else, she was much more forceful in wanting people to meet their end.

Possession, that's all what they were doing, possessing the bodies they now stayed in, so if they were already doing that to one body, what was stopping someone who knew what they were doing from doing the same to another animatronic's body? She knew how to do that, even if she was trapped the exact same way he was, that didn't mean she wanted to stay around and let the others handle the situation, especially when they were dealing with someone more... determined.

Michael was the only one who survived both of their influences on the same night, though Goldie didn't know if it was because he subconsciously went easy on his brother without wanting to, or perhaps the older man was simply that determined to survive, he had no idea, but that's how it was. He assaulted his brother's mind, and she took control of the others and hunted Michael down like the others hardly ever could by themselves.

Well, not all of them, Foxy resisted her influence, Goldie remembered that, after the first few hours, the fox built up enough resistance for the first time in years to fight her influence off. He refused to attack Michael, and Goldie still wasn't sure why.

And now, it was because Foxy learned to fight and resist her that he was the only one left, Foxy had always been the outlier, she would have gotten rid of him first if she could, not Freddy. Instead the one he thought he could trust led the others, who were finally coming back to them, back to the monster that had already killed them once, with familiar tricks in a familiar place, once desecrated, humiliated, destroyed by the same man, and she let him do it again, made it easy for that monster.

That hurt, that hurt worse than anything Goldie could have expected, even worse than being left once more by his brother, seemingly once more for no reason at all. But unlike his brother, who had run off and away to a place Goldie couldn't find him, he knew exactly where she was.

Goldie knew exactly where Spring Bonnie was resting, where Cassidy was resting.

Though that couldn't stop the horror as he let himself see inside of the pizzeria of what he saw, in that backroom, where the two humans he had wanted to leave for their own safety, stood in front of her.

Nor his surprise when a few minutes later a familiar figure appeared through the doorway to the backroom.

I love using game lines and just twisting them into being said by other characters fitting in a new context. Anyways, we have two character introductions! Sort of! First up we have the puppet! Marionette has joined the story everyone! Finally, I have been waiting to get to this character in particular for ages now and just had to be annoyingly patient, easily my favorite animatronic if I'm being honest. I can't really go into to much detail about their current characterization or anything going on with them right now given they're currently killing Mike at the moment, but I'm sure that'll be fine... Though poor Mike, he's just having, like, the worse last few days.

Anyways! Cassidy! Yeah, she's in Spring Bonnie, weird huh? If Golden Fredbear was occupied then I had to come up with something to make it work properly to still have her somewhere in the story, and this will have... implications later. It's honestly really interesting and kind of fun to debate which characters I want to use and how they are going to appear. Obviously any remains of canon is out of the window at this point, I've changed to much, but, you know, the point stands, it's fun to do. We'll see more of both of these new additions in the next chapter, and then we'll be switching back to Mike for a while, but that's future stuff, boring for right now right? Anyways, See ya.