Author's Note:

Bit of a short one but I think you'll still like it :)

This was mostly Corona Pax's chapter since Hedy is all hers. So thanks again to her for writing the most stubborn chapter so far! This one didn't want to cooperate at all.

Chapter 115

FNAF 4 Ni- Mistake, This Was A Mistake

"You wanted this didn't you?" Michael clucked, spasming a little as he buzzed from the extra energy coursing through him. "Sneaky little bitch…"

Hedy jerked back before she could remember he wasn't a threat and Jeremy found himself uselessly pointing a gun at the ghost, Bonnie's heavy body slipping from his gloved hands.

Michael smiled at Jeremy from where he was casually floating above them as the cop reluctantly holstered the gun, glaring hatefully.

"Wow. That was a punch, wasn't it?" Michael commented, dropping to the floor and walking away from Hedy as he made a show of rubbing his chest in pain.

Her torch light followed him, some of it passing though, as he went over to where Spring was laying face down in the water a few feet in front of her. Michael crouched down, experimentally poking a finger into Spring's back. It glowed and Spring twitched and Michael flickered in time with Spring's white, then red, eyes for a minute.

Hedy made a strangled noise of anger.

Michael shrugged and gave up. "Eh, no point in hanging out in a body I can't even force awake. What am I going to do? Springy's boring to talk with after a while." He looked up at Hedy, notably ignoring the guys. "That was clever, Wiggy. This whole night. All two hours of it." He laughed. "You seemed to have found yourself. Your style for the game. I didn't think you had it in you. Honestly. A bit ruthless in the end there. But hey did you have fun at least?"

Jeremy's glare hardened as Michael's smile at a silent Hedy widened.

"This night just keeps getting better," Michael said, mostly to himself. It still caused the men worried confusion and Hedy to flinch.

Jeremy's frown deepened. What did he mean? What did he do?

The ghost smirked teasingly at their worry. He eyed Hedy with a knowing grin. "First that annoying little shit, then you take care of the other Barbies for me! You won't be dragging Spring and I around with his cute little 'hellos' anymore."

Mike was feeling himself get angrier the longer the ghost talked. They didn't need to be dealing with this. The longer they took getting the bots out of the water, the more damaged they were going to be. He bit back a yelp as a spark popped and jumped to his arm as he tried to pull Teddy up. He tried not to think about the fact he didn't see BB anywhere...

He couldn't tell if the bots were conscious. He really hoped not...

Michael was continuously rocking on his feet as if the water was very hot. At least the salt was burning him.

Hedy didn't move, trapped on her little island of a table as water trailed down her face. Even she couldn't tell if it was water or her tears. Her hair was soaked. Her clothes were also soaked through and chilling her quickly as the realization of what she just did sunk in. The flamethrower she used to trigger the sprinklers slipped from her clammy hands and Michael watched it hit the wet floor as the droplets passed through him, barely slowed in their descent.

"Was this the whole plan?" Michael asked in amusement. He walked over to a twitching Puppet. He crouched down, face to face with Puppet with a smile. "Can you hear me, Mari Mari? Did you know Hedy was going to sacrifice you? Did the sweet Toys know?"

Puppet didn't respond. Even if he was awake, he wouldn't be able to respond as the shocks kept coming. He would continue to short until he was dry, if his old circuits weren't already burned to a crisp as the electricity from all the bots collectively rippled through the thin layer of water and seeped into his suit.

"Isn't this familiar," Michael hissed, staring at the faint flickering light in Puppet's eyes. "It's a lot like rain, isn't it Freak?"

"Shut up!" Mike snapped, glaring and then hissing as his hold on Teddy slipped a bit again. "Just shut up. Your evil villain monologue is pretty cliche you know?"

Hedy still hadn't moved, her face frozen in horror as she tried to process what was happening. A fresh wave of panic bubbled out as she clawed for a voice in her throat. "The water-Mike cut the water-" Her voice cracked like she tried to shout but didn't have the air to.

Mike dragged Teddy as far as he could and set him down before he bolted for where Hedy had shown him the water main was, grabbing her tool bag from where it sat in the hall as he ran past.

Michael just continued to grin at Hedy.

Jeremy wished he could stand between them and hated being so far from her.

Mike was fast with the job that was originally Toby's, and the downpour lessened to a trickle within a minute.

"Where's Goldy? She should see this," Michael added. "Oh, did you leave her in her poster? You gonna leave her there all night? Probably smart, waiting until six to let her out. Little Ginny might actually still try something. But I bet even that brat would be surprised." He leaned back and shouted at the ceiling. "Where are you kids?! Aren't you going to come say hi?! Did you know Wiggy was willing to screw us all up tonight? Did you know she was going to hurt you too?"

Hedy was definitely crying now as she wordlessly stared at him.

He walked back over, ignoring Jeremy as the man cussed at him.

"Stay the fuck away from her," Jeremy snarled, but Michael didn't care.

The man leaned close to her, his transparent face inches from hers.

"I think there's more ghost in you than we thought. That violent bit. It really just makes you want to hurt everyone, doesn't it?"

He almost fell over when something hit the back of his head and exploded. Mike had found one of glitter/salt bombs on his way back. He was just glad he'd managed to hit something this time.

Michael wasn't expecting it and yelped as he held the back of his head, flicking his glare at the man he pretty much didn't give a shit about before.

Mike barely even glanced at him, like he didn't matter, as he got back to work moving the bots.

"Come on Jeremy, you're slacking," he told Jeremy cheerfully, plastering on a smile and not letting the stress he was really feeling in his voice.

Jeremy glared at the younger man in exhausted irritation, too wound up on his anger at Michael to handle the humor at the moment.

Michael snickered."Yeah, Jeremy. You just going to stand there glaring at me? Doesn't Bunny Boy have the worse wiring? He's probably throwing the most voltage into this mess. Damn, you couldn't have screwed them up worse than when you went after me with a taser!"

"I didn't mean…" Hedy whispered, not aware she was speaking out loud.

"Hedy say nothing. We'll get everyone out and I'll come get you," Jeremy said. "Then we can dry everyone off."

"What do you want to bet they're awake, listening to us talking?" Michael said to Hedy. He looked over his shoulder at the guys. "You should really get Puppet next. He's going to start a fire with that skeleton of his. I think I see a little smoke."

"Oh fuck off," Mike rolled his eyes. "He really likes the sound of his own voice, doesn't he?"

There was a glitchy, strangled laugh from across the room.

Mangle had always known how to control electrical shorts within her own body. It took some practice to learn how to direct the electricity through the right wires. It didn't seem like something they could learn, but she kinda figured it out by accident. Her fucked up wiring when she was torn up forced her into the odd little skill.

"Hhhe'd f-fu -gah!-marry a r-r-r-recording of himself if he c-c-could," she snapped, still facedown and trying not to think about the circuits she could feel burning or the fact the other Toys could probably feel it too. They weren't as used to pain as she was… She could imagine Puppet and the Originals weren't having a great time either, but hopefully at least the Originals were unconscious from the kids escaping their damaged hosts.

She resolved to hug Hedy as soon as she could.

Mike paused to look at her. "You know, I think she's my favourite," he admitted as Hedy sucked in a sharp breath at the fact that Mangle was conscious.