A/N: It's actually my birthday today! I feel like me writing a chapter gets the whole "giving gifts" thing backwards, but who cares about details :P

I'm glad to see that everyone has received Mike's and Charlie's heart-to-heart moment well. Despite it not being originally planned, it was something that needed to be done, and Mike needed to confront and rise above his own flaws before he descended into a cesspit of hypocrisy and rage with severe consequences.

Also, I do want to point out that while events very similar to "A Legacy Laid to Rest" occurred prior to "Mike's New Ghostly Family", most notably how Charlie and Mike met, the events of that fic are officially NOT canon to MNGF. This is a decision I have made out of necessity in order for future events to make sense, and also because otherwise I'd have to explain where the hell Jeremy Fitzgerald disappeared off to. It's also worth noting that when I wrote the earlier chapters of this fic, I had Jeremy Fitzgerald as one of Michael Afton's aliases as well as Fritz Smith (which in hindsight is probably one of the things I'd change about this fic if I ever had to rewrite it from scratch for whatever reason).

Anyways, it's time to move things along! I couldn't really think of a filler idea so I decided to just move on to the next chapter in the arc.

Chapter 160 – A Special Delivery

The next few days seemed to pass by in a blur as the Schmidt family waited for the animatronic that Mike had ordered to be delivered to his house. The man had refused to reveal exactly which animatronic he had ordered, wanting it to be a surprise.

"All you need to know for now is that I thought about the animatronic I wanted to choose very carefully," was all Mike said when the kids pressed for answers. "I wanted an animatronic that I was familiar with, and is probably the least likely to cause serious harm if shit hits the fan. So, sorry Fritz, I didn't buy a Foxy."

"Aww…" Fritz had mumbled, but even he knew from firsthand experience how dangerous a Foxy could be, possessed or not. It was disturbingly easy to imagine a defective or hacked Foxy going haywire, running to Mike's room before any of them could stop him, and then slicing open Mike's chest or throat with his hook.

Needless to say, nobody objected to Mike's line of reasoning here in the slightest.

The animatronic ended up arriving on a Friday, a day that started out just like any other. Mike had just sat down to eat his lunch, when a buzzer that signaled someone at the distant front gate of the house rang throughout the house. Mike quickly got up from his chair, his lunch forgotten, and rushed to the mechanism next to his front door that would allow him to communicate with whoever it was outside. The camera revealed that there was a full-blown truck parked right outside the gate, and there was only one thing it could be.

Still, they had to observe the formalities. "Hello?" Mike inquired. "Who is this?"

"Is this Mr. Mike Schmidt?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

"Speaking."

"Hi, Mr. Schmidt, I'm here from Fazbear Entertainment's delivery service," the voice explained. "I'm here to drop off an animatronic for you."

"I'll open the gate and you can drop the animatronic off in front of my house," he instructed. He made sure to disconnect the communication before turning to glance at the ghost kids. "Stay here, while I go pick this thing up. And keep yourselves invisible just in case somebody comes into the house."

"Will do," Gabe affirmed, all of them disappearing as Mike opened the gate with a remote control mechanism and walked out of the front door. Charlie followed behind him, watching from a distance as Mike and the delivery man had a friendly but relatively mundane discussion. Charlie watched silently as the man opened the back of the delivery truck, revealing a very tall cardboard box that no doubt contained the animatronic that Mike had ordered. More workers got out, and together they maneuvered the box out of the truck and onto the ground, Mike stepping in to provide his own aid and strength. Together, Mike and the workers moved the heavy package up to Mike's front porch.

"All right, guys, thanks for the help," Mike thanked the workers. "I can take it from here."

"Are you sure?" one of the workers asked with a raised eyebrow. "We can carry this guy into wherever you want us to inside your house if we need to."

"Nah," Mike shook his head. "I appreciate it, but I can bring the animatronic in myself. I've got my own lift in the garage."

The workers looked at each other and shrugged. "Okay," another one replied. "I'm not gonna complain about having to do less work. These things are fucking heavy, you know?"

Mike chuckled dryly. "Oh, I can imagine." He gave the workers a couple of dollars each as a tip, and then waved them off with a smile. Once he was certain that the truck was gone (as in, it had passed the front gate and was completely out of sight) and he had shut the front gate closed, only then did he call out to the ghost kids. "All right, you can come out now."

The ghosts materialized into visibility. "You didn't want them in our house?" was the first thing Susie asked. "Was it because they were from Fazbear Entertainment?"

"Nah," Mike shook his head. "I just don't like having people I don't know in my house on principle no matter who they are. I'm not going to hate on someone just because they work for Fazbear Entertainment if they're just a regular worker doing their job. If I did, then by that logic I'd have to shit on a lot of people I don't want to shit on, including Nelson, Henry, Michael, and myself."

"Besides," Charlie added, "the less people know about Dad's private life, the better."

"So where are you going to take this animatronic to?" Jeremy asked as Mike maneuvered the animatronic onto a lift and started pushing it into the house. Even with the lift, the animatronic could have genuinely been too heavy for Mike by himself. Fortunately, the ghost kids all pitched in to help, using their telekinetic powers to take much of the burden off of Mike and making it much easier for him to maneuver the package into the living room.

"I thought you were going to move the animatronic into the basement," Liz commented once they had all settled in and Mike had returned the lift back to the garage-workshop.

"I was planning to, at first," Mike admitted. "But then I realized that it would look very suspicious if I somehow singlehandedly got a really heavy animatronic down into the basement by myself without any problems, since I refused the workers' offer of help. Besides," the man looked around his living room, which still had plenty of different pieces of furniture and shelves, along with a TV, "there's plenty of things here that can be a victim of collateral damage if the animatronic glitches out and goes haywire like we expect it to."

"So what's the animatronic that you got?" Cassidy asked eagerly, studying the box with a quizzical expression on her face.

"Why don't you open it and find out?" Mike invited.

Gabe immediately retrieved some scissors and telepathically started cutting the box open. The cardboard fell, and the ghosts eagerly floated a few inches back to reveal…

"…wait…is that…Toy Bonnie?" Liz mumbled, looking utterly confused.

He wasn't the only one to be baffled by Mike's choice. "The heck?" Gabe spluttered. "Why'd you pick Toy Bonnie out of all the possible animatronics? Which animatronics could you even pick to begin with?"

"There were only a few I could choose from," Mike replied. "The Classic animatronics from 1993, the ones you guys possessed, and the Toys from 1987."

"Okay…which leads me back to the original question. Why Toy Bonnie of all animatronics?" Gabe repeated his question.

"I actually thought really hard about this," his father answered. "At first, the Classics were the obvious choice for an animatronic to pick, apart from Foxy. I mean, I spent the better part of a month getting hunted by them in an office. But then I realized there was a big problem with the Classics."

"Really?" Fritz wondered, speaking out loud for all of them. "What's that?"

"That you guys were the ones possessing the Classic animatronics when they were attacking and killing people," Mike explained. "Without you directly controlling them, we have no idea what the Classics would do if their problems came from actual glitchy programming instead of you guys going on a rampage. And not having that kind of knowledge could be catastrophic if we're expecting a disaster, and things escalate beyond the collateral damage that we're expecting."

"Crap…" Susie mumbled. "I never really thought about it like that."

"Yeah, we don't even have that kind of knowledge from the Withered animatronics, since we were STILL controlling them all the way back in 1987," Jeremy agreed grimly. "If they got glitched or hacked, literally ANYTHING could happen."

"Okay, so the Classics are out…" Liz mused. "So you ended up getting one of the Toys instead?"

"Yep," Mike confirmed. "Because unlike the Classics, who were controlled pretty much entirely by you guys, we do have some idea of how the Toys would behave. You guys might have influenced them since they had parts taken from the Withereds, but you did not completely control them. So their actions were at least partially based on their own programming, and we can guess how one of them will behave if it got hacked into attacking whoever owns it."

"You're assuming that any animatronic that Fazbear Entertainment is selling now will behave just like it would several years ago," Charlie pointed out. "That's not necessarily a safe assumption to make."

"That is a good point, but do you really think Fazbear Entertainment would actually bother to make changes to how their animatronics work?" Mike countered with a raised eyebrow. Nobody needed to say anything; Fazbear Entertainment's legendary greed, incompetence, and laziness spoke for itself.

"Besides, if Fazbear Entertainment really did bother to change how its animatronics behaved, then we're basically going blind no matter what animatronic we pick, so there's really no point in going down that line of thought any further," Mike continued.

"I think I know another reason why you picked a Toy animatronic," Gabe suddenly realized. A knowing smile started to form on his lips. "They have a pretty big weakness, don't they?"

Mike grinned. "That's right, Gabe," he voiced what the former Freddy inhabitant was thinking. "The Classics didn't really have any true weaknesses, at least nothing I could exploit. The only thing that I could do to them was slam a metal door in their faces to block them out, which is obviously something we can't do here. But the Toys have a weakness we can use, the Freddy mask that messes with their sensors and makes them think that we're a fellow animatronic."

"DID the package come with a Freddy mask?" Susie asked. She floated over to take a closer look at Toy Bonnie, and sighed with relief when she saw that the package had come with a Freddy Fazbear mask large enough to cover Mike's entire head.

"I don't know if I should feel relieved or concerned that Fazbear Entertainment packed this animatronic with the failsafe designed to stop it if things go south," Jeremy mumbled. "It's almost like they expect things to go wrong."

"Either way, it's better to have it than not," Liz pointed out, a statement that none of them could disagree with.

"So you picked a Toy animatronic instead of a Classic. Okay, sure. But why Toy Bonnie specifically?" Fritz asked his father, drawing everyone's attention back to him. "Why not Toy Freddy or Toy Chica?"

"They actually had a repaired Mangle that they called Toy Foxy, but I didn't want to pick that one," Mike replied. Fritz pouted, but he didn't even have a chance to say anything before Mike continued. "A, because the Foxys have always been the most aggressive, and B, because I don't know how a repaired Toy Foxy would behave since we've only seen her as Mangle, and I didn't want to pick an animatronic I don't really know about for the same reason as the Classics."

"…dammit, I can't argue with that," the former Foxy inhabitant conceded.

"As for why I chose Toy Bonnie specifically," Mike continued, before shrugging. "Honestly, it just came down to personal preference at that point, since all of them do the same thing of trying to attack you in the office, and you need the Freddy Fazbear mask to stop all three of them from getting you. My other options were Toy Freddy and Toy Chica, and I just…didn't want to pick them."

"Why?" Liz prompted.

"Well, I took a look at Toy Freddy, and I dunno, Liz, I just can't take him seriously," Mike shrugged, trying and failing to suppress a snicker. "He just looks so goddamn goofy and chubby that I have to try my best not to laugh every time I take a look at him. And I don't know why, but for some reason I feel like this guy would turn out to be a giant asshole if he developed his own personality."

"Rude," Gabe deadpanned.

"What about Toy Chica?" Susie asked, tilting her head curiously.

Mike scowled. "Toy Chica has by far the MOST messed up design out of the Toys, and that includes Mangle as actual Mangle and not Toy Foxy," he retorted. By now, the kids had lived long enough with Mike to recognize that he was about to go into one of his long-winded humorous rants, and they got settled as they listened to Mike unload his thoughts on why exactly Toy Chica's design sucked. "I mean, forget the fact that she can take off her beak and turn her eyes black, which by the way, is something creepy she can do even though she's NOT being possessed by a ghost."

"I don't get why she can do that either," the former Chica inhabitant agreed. "Trying to control Withered Chica was annoying enough as it is, I barely even did anything to influence Toy Chica apart from just trying to get the night guard."

"Yeah, even if we ignored all that…why the FUCK does that thing look like a freaking sex doll?" And thus began Mike's latest rant. Charlie looked rather annoyed at Mike's mention of sex, but now that her father had started his rant there was no stopping him. "Why the fuck is she so goddamn curvy and designed like she would be a freaking stripper if she was human? What the fuck were Fazbear Entertainment thinking? They went so far deep into making Toy Chica look like a girl that she looks like a fucking sex bot! In a fucking kid's restaurant! They didn't have this problem with regular Chica, Toy Foxy, or any of the other girl animatronics! This thing is even worse than fucking Ballora!"

"The hell?" Liz spluttered. "How is Toy Chica worse than Ballora?"

"At least Ballora had a purpose behind looking over-sexualized!" Liz looked scandalized, but Mike was thoroughly unimpressed. "Ballora was designed to lure away adults so that kids would be left alone and killed by one of the other Funtimes. Don't get me wrong, that's fucked up to all hell and it's reason 568 on an ever-growing list of reasons why William Afton is a sick piece of shit, but at least there was some actual logic behind Ballora's design choice! Toy Chica looks like that for literally no good reason!" Mike sat down heavily, sighing and shaking his head. "There is just so much wrong with that fucking animatronic that somehow has nothing to do with being haunted or killing night guards, and I do NOT want that thing anywhere in or near my house."

"Yeeeeeeeeessshhhh…" Gabe mumbled. The more he thought about it, the more he realized just how right his father was about Toy Chica. There were…a lot of problems with Toy Chica on a fundamental level, and given Fazbear Entertainment's god awful track record, he highly doubted that they had bothered to take the steps to correct those problems.

"Which leaves us with Toy Bonnie," Mike turned to face the currently deactivated Toy animatronic. "To be honest, I actually kinda like his design. The bright blue body and the green eyes make him look different and unique compared to the regular Bonnie, and there aren't that many big issues with his design except that maybe he looks a little too much like a girl, but that's subjective and not a major problem unlike Toy Chica. And more importantly, as far as we're aware, he's relatively predictable. If he shows up, you put on the Freddy mask, and he should go away. And I already bought electric sticks and shock devices to fry this animatronic in case things go south and shit doesn't go according to plan."

"I still think the regular Bonnie looks better," Jeremy commented, crossing his arms with a pout.

"So do I, personally, but I can see the appeal behind Toy Bonnie too," Mike agreed.

"Let's go over the plan again, then," Charlie brought everyone's attention back on track.

"Right," Mike nodded. "The best case scenario is that nothing goes wrong. This Toy Bonnie turns out to be a regular animatronic with no glitches or hacks to fuck up how it works, we get a cool new animatronic to play with, and Fazbear Entertainment actually did something right for once." His lips twitched sardonically, an expression that was mirrored with other expressions of exasperation or amusement on the ghost kids.

"With our luck, things are going to go to shit one way or another," Cassidy drawled.

"Right," Mike agreed. "Starting tonight, we are going to pay extra special attention to the cameras. They're going to be recording what goes on in every room so that we can track Toy Bonnie if he goes apeshit. You guys should also stay invisible, and Charlie's going to enforce a silencing spell on you guys so that you don't make any noise that could give away your existences even by accident. Then, the moment it's safe to do so, we'll stop the recordings on the cameras, turn off the animatronic if it hasn't shut down already, and we'll have a pile of video evidence with Toy Bonnie wrecking my house to blackmail Fazbear Entertainment into doing what we want, or else have this shit get published online and destroy what's left of their fragile reputations."

Fritz grinned. "Sounds like a plan," he declared.

"And if things REALLY go wrong and Toy Bonnie tries to attack you?" Liz prompted.

"I'll have the Freddy mask next to my bed to stop him from attacking me, and I'll have my shock devices ready to shut him down myself if I need to," Mike continued. "You guys can telepathically warn me ahead of time if Toy Bonnie starts getting close to my room. Don't interfere if Toy Bonnie actually attacks unless I explicitly tell you to, I want to defend myself first if at all possible."

"Got it!" Susie nodded her head in confirmation, all of her siblings doing the same.

"All right," Mike closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed. "We all know that things are going to go to shit one way or another. Let's just hope that we're prepared to deal with those problems without any major issues when they come up."

Later That Night…

After establishing their plan, the Schmidt family decided to test the new Toy Bonnie animatronic, to see if he wouldn't immediately go haywire and go on a rampage the instant that he was turned on for the very first time.

To everyone's relief, there was no immediate disaster that occurred. The animatronic didn't immediately try to leap at Mike and attack him. Instead, as the lights in his eyes flickered on, Toy Bonnie greeted his "audience" like any Fazbear Entertainment animatronic would, before singing one of the many Freddy Fazbear-related theme songs that had been created to entertain children several years ago. Everything looked normal as far as they could tell, but the Schmidts weren't reassured in the slightest.

The Freddy Fazbear animatronics, with the exception of Mangle and the Bite of '87, had never caused any problems to anyone during the day. It was during the night that the danger started, when the animatronics cast away their friendly personas and became the menacing hunters and predators that had given the night guards so much grief and death.

And that moment would come even sooner than the Schmidt family had anticipated.

As night fell and the cameras captured the rooms of the Schmidt house, Toy Bonnie suddenly came to life without any prompting or tinkering from the ghost kids, his green eyes flickering to life as his fingers twitched on his guitar. Gabe, who happened to be monitoring that particular room from the security tablet, instantly realized what was happening. "Guys, look!" he pointed at the screen showing the living room. "Toy Bonnie's moving by himself!"

"Dammit…" Cassidy groaned as she realized the chances of the "best case scenario" had pretty much curled up and died right on the spot. "I was REALLY hoping we wouldn't have to deal with this…"

"Stay on guard," Charlie warned. The ghost kids had relocated to Mike's study, the only room that didn't have an active camera on, and one that was relatively close to Mike's bedroom so that they could intervene if needed. "We're okay as long as Toy Bonnie decides to only do collateral damage, but if he tries to attack Dad we need to be on guard."

The ghosts watched tensely as Toy Bonnie put down his guitar with surprising gentleness…before letting out a garbled, furious yell. The exact same yell that Toy Bonnie had let out when attacking someone playing Five Nights at Freddy's 2…and in real life, so many years ago, whenever he or one of his fellow animatronics were about to successfully make an attack on a night guard. Raising his fist and yelling like a mechanical beast, Toy Bonnie began to smash his fist into the wall, leaving cracks and holes that grew larger and larger with every punch. One particular area in the wall was pummeled over and over again, to the point that there was a gaping crater in that particular section.

"Holy shit!" Fritz exclaimed. "That thing is going crazy!"

They watched transfixed as Toy Bonnie, not content with his rampage against the walls of the house, began to smash the table with his fists, with one particularly powerful blow breaking it cleanly in half. If this hadn't been part of the plan, the ghost kids would have been horrified and outraged at their beloved home being ravaged so thoroughly by this rogue animatronic. As it was, they only thing that they felt was fascination with a small hint of amusement.

But that amusement almost immediately when, Toy Bonnie suddenly stopped and, ever so slowly and intently, turned his head towards the stairs. "Do you think that you can actually hide from me?" the animatronic suddenly spoke. The words took the ghosts completely by surprise, as they had never heard Toy Bonnie actually speak before (or if they had, they had forgotten his voice over the past several decades). The animatronic's voice was squeaky and so high-pitched it was borderline feminine. It would have been hard for anyone hearing it to take seriously…

…if it wasn't for the fact that Toy Bonnie suddenly had a much more dangerous purpose in mind than "mere" collateral damage.

"I've been waiting so long for this chance." Toy Bonnie exclaimed. "Now, it's finally here!" And to the ghost children's unanimous and growing horror, their worst fears were confirmed as Toy Bonnie started to head up the stairs to the second floor…right towards Mike's room.

"RED ALERT! RED ALERT!" Liz telepathically communicated to Mike with an intensity that would have been shouting if she had been speaking the words out loud. "TOY BONNIE'S COMING TO ATTACK YOU!"

"Shit, I can hear him stomping up the stairs," Mike mentally returned. "All right, I'm ready to fight back when he comes in."

The ghosts nervously watched Toy Bonnie look through several of their rooms, trying to find someone alive to hunt down. They could see the frustration and fury on the animatronic's face as he failed to find his target, building up their tension and fear as they waited for the inevitable confrontation behind him and their father. Gabe outright dropped the tablet onto the couch when they heard Toy Bonnie pass by the door to Mike's study, wondering if they were about to see the animatronic come rampaging into their father's sanctity…but whether it was because the animatronic was glitchy and erratic due to his compromised nature, or because he didn't consider that particular room to be worth searching in, he moved on without bothering to search Mike's study first.

This was of little comfort to the ghost kids, however, as Toy Bonnie decided to stop wasting time searching around go straight towards the room at the end of the hall…towards Mike's room.

"Get ready," Charlie telepathically sent the message to Mike as the animatronic reached the end of the hallway, and shoved the door down and off its hinges with his metal hands.

"There you are!" Toy Bonnie proclaimed as his eyes fell on a Mike who had (seemingly) just woken up in response to the noise and was making a show of getting out of the bed. "Why ever are you hiding from little old me? Well, clear the stage, for the new star of the show is here!"

"Jesus Christ," Jeremy mentally muttered in disgust. "Goddamn narcissistic, much?"

"This is my chance to shine…and your chance to fade away," Toy Bonnie declared. Somehow, the last part of that sentence managed to still sound menacing and deadly despite his squeaky and decidedly un-threatening voice. Toy Bonnie approached Mike, who had just managed to get up and swing his legs off the side of his bed, and as the animatronic got close to the edge of the bed the man grabbed the Freddy Fazbear mask from the bed next to him and shoved it on his face. Toy Bonnie stopped in his tracks, silently staring down at Mike as his processors scanned the mask that had proved so effective as a deterrent in the past. For a moment, everyone thought that Toy Bonnie would simply leave after identifying Mike as a Freddy Fazbear animatronic, and they prepared to breathe a sigh of relief as they though the worst of the danger was over…

…and then Toy Bonnie's eyes started glowing red, something that almost certainly had never happened before. Realizing that something had gone horribly wrong, Mike instinctively raised his left arm in front of his head and the rest of his body. And while his left arm was far from the most effective shield Mike could have raised against the animatronic, the reaction could have very well saved his life.

With another garbled roar, Toy Bonnie lashed out with his right hand with a vicious punch, slamming his fist straight against Mike's arm. There was an audible crack as Mike yelled in pain. "DAD!" Liz could only cry out in horror within her mind, the silencing spell still holding true despite Charlie's own horror and disbelief, as Toy Bonnie followed it with a vicious kick to Mike's left leg, breaking the bones in that limb as well. The injuries were certainly severe, but Mike was still alive, something that he almost certainly wouldn't have been if Toy Bonnie had been able to punch him right in the head as he had no doubt intended.

"Don't worry!" Toy Bonnie exclaimed with morbid cheerfulness. "This next part is totally going to hurt. This is my chance to shine, and your chance to fade away!"

"You son of a bitch!" Fritz mentally roared, only Charlie and Liz holding him back from interfering with Toy Bonnie's attack.

Toy Bonnie reached out with his metal hand towards Mike's throat, no doubt aiming to strangle him…and that was when Mike struck. He might not have experienced such severe pain in his body for a long time, but he had learned to live with pain all his life, and even after so many years it wasn't enough for him to break focus and defend himself. Grabbing the controlled shock device, he zapped Toy Bonnie with a blast of electricity.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Toy Bonnie roared, stumbling back as he was completely taken by surprise by Mike's counterattack. Toy Bonnie struggled to recover as the shock finally ceased after several seconds. It hadn't been enough to completely disable the animatronic…but it didn't need to be. For Mike was already moving despite his pain, using all of his strength and energy to grab his second, more powerful weapon, and strike.

Toy Bonnie had been completely focused on Mike that he had failed to notice a seemingly unassuming black rod laying on the dressing table next to Mike's bed. A rod that was in fact a weapon that, when turned on, crackled with powerful electricity much more concentrated than the controlled shock device he had just used. If Mike had gone for this weapon first before using the controlled shock, then it was entirely possible that Toy Bonnie could have either dodged the incoming blow or wrestled the weapon out of Mike's hand without actually touching it. But Toy Bonnie had been completely stunned and immobilized by the controlled shock, and by the time he could recover enough from the first attack it had already been too late.

Mike viciously attacked the Toy animatronic with a flurry of strikes, making sure to target most of them in areas such as the neck and the limb joints, areas that could possibly have exposed machinery not protected by an exoskeleton. His precise attacks struck true; Toy Bonnie screeched in what could only be described as the animatronic equivalent of agony as electricity even more powerful than what he had just experienced blasted through his body, including his sensitive and vulnerable core and endoskeleton instead of his outer metal body. Combined with the shock he had previously experienced, it was too much for the animatronic, and the electricity disabled and fried his inner workings completely. Toy Bonnie collapsed onto the ground in a broken heap, smoke still rising from his fried and ruined body.

Only when he was satisfied the intruder was finally and permanently disabled did Mike put aside his weapons, allow the pain from his broken arm and leg to catch up with him as the adrenaline wore off. "Gaaaaaahhhhh!" he howled. "Son of a bitch, this hurts like hell! Fuuuuuck!"

"Dad!" Gabe exclaimed, and only Charlie's spell prevented him from breaking his silence and his invisibility right there and then. "Are you okay?"

"I'm pretty sure that metal piece of shit both broke my arm and my leg, but that doesn't matter! You can't help me without giving yourselves away, and that would make everything I've just been through all for nothing!" Mike replied back, and even through their mental connection the ghosts could clearly tell that their father was in a lot of pain, although thankfully the connection wasn't strong enough to actually pass that pain onto them. "Make sure the footage from the camera is good and make copies of what happened in the living room and the bedroom, Charlie. We need them safe and sound in the computer system to make sure we have the evidence we need."

Charlie nodded, and although it took every ounce of their self-control, the ghosts followed Mike's instructions and slowly left the bedroom as Mike reached out for his cell phone with his undamaged arm. Holding the phone, he reached out and pressed 9-1-1.

"Hello?" Mike gasped out, gritting his teeth through the pain. "I've just been through an accident that broke both my arms and legs. I need an ambulance right now!"

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A/N: Remember last chapter when Charlie and Mike were talking about the consequences of Mike's anger getting the better of him? Well, those consequences came even sooner than either you or they could have imagined.

I think we all knew that there was no way a Special Delivery animatronic wouldn't glitch out and start shitting itself in the Schmidt house, but I hope I took you guys by surprise with how quickly and how dramatically things escalated. Mike might have scored a victory (he technically got what he wanted and he didn't get his head smashed in by Toy Bonnie's fist), but, for the first time, it's a pyrrhic victory that's ended with him going straight to the hospital with broken limbs. Mike might be the perfect hard counter to William Afton, but he's the perfect hard counter to William Afton specifically. Against anything else like Toy Bonnie, Mike is a human just like anyone else…and will suffer the same injuries that any other human would.

You can bet your ass that the ghost kids wanted to intervene the moment they realized Toy Bonnie was going up the stairs, but the only reason they didn't is because Mike specifically instructed them not to. If they intervened and tried to stop Toy Bonnie, then the footage could potentially be useless depending on how bizarre and suspicious the events it captures are…and as bad as Mike getting seriously injured is, it would be even worse for Mike to suffer those injuries and the damage to his house for nothing.

I think this is a good place to leave things off. Hope you guys enjoyed!