A/N: It was truly painful to write Mike getting injured and attacked by an animatronic, but it had to be done. I needed to make it clear that, as badass as he might be, he's not invincible and won't unconditionally succeed in everything he does.
Still, what happened, happened. What matters now (apart from obviously getting Mike safely to the hospital) is how to play the hand they've been dealt with. After all, just because a hand is unfavorable, doesn't mean it's unplayable…
ThePencilDude: Unfortunately, healing Mike isn't nearly as straightforward or easy, for more than one reason.
Velrak: I'm aware of that. I just choose not to correct it on purpose, since I refuse to pretend that those chapters never existed even if I was forced to delete them due to 's policies. You can question my reasoning as much as you like, but I'm sticking to it.
Batman: As things currently stand, I won't be bringing in Fazbear's Frights characters into MNGF. I already have a lot on my plate without bringing them into the mix as well.
Chapter 161 – Aftermath of Catastrophe
The next hour after Toy Bonnie's attack seemed like both a blur and an eternity at the same time.
Fortunately, Mike had his phone with him when Toy Bonnie had attacked, allowing him to easily contact 9-1-1 and call an ambulance to pick him up and take him to the hospital. Unfortunately, the iron gate at the front of the house's domain could only be opened electronically from a panel right behind Mike's front door, or from someone who knew the key code to open the gate itself.
"Fuck!" Fritz exclaimed when he and the others realized that Mike would have to crawl down the hallway and down the stairs to open the gate for the ambulance. "What the hell are we going to do? Dad's in serious pain, and he probably broke his arm and his leg cause of that fucking Toy Bonnie thing!"
"Don't do anything," Mike commanded mentally, wincing in pain. "At least not until I give the order." With his thankfully perfectly functioning and unbroken right hand, he contacted another number: Melody's.
"Hey, Mike!" the woman cheerfully greeted him. "How's it going?"
"Urrrggghhh…" Mike grunted as he felt a burst of pain kick in his broken limbs. "Complete shit, Melody. I was gifted an animatronic by Fazbear Entertainment and it just tried to kill me right now."
"Oh my God!" Melody exclaimed, all positive emotion in her voice replaced by horror and concern. "Are you all right?"
"I'll be fine, but I need you to get over here right now," Mike requested, too much in pain and too furious with the turn of events to phrase the request more politely. "I need you to open the gate so that the ambulance will be able to get through."
"I'll be right there!" Melody promised, before hanging up.
Once that was done, Mike reached out to the opposite side of the bed, where the tablet with the program running his security system and the video camera recordings lay on the opposite dresser, almost completely forgotten in the chaos that had followed. Groaning and wincing in pain with every movement on his left side, Mike inched his way over to the left side of the bed and swung his feet off of it, haphazardly arranging himself onto a sitting position. He winced in pain as his left leg hit the floor, but was able to reach out to the tablet much more easily than he would have otherwise. Using only his right hand, he finished the video recording of everything that had happened and saved it, even going so far as to send copies to the ghost kids' emails to make absolutely damn sure they had multiple backups in case something happened to the original.
"Should you really be worrying about this right now?" Liz questioned. Now that the video footage had been secured and completed, Charlie finally lifted the forced silence and invisibility spell that she had placed on all of them. A necessary measure, but one that felt truly oppressive and stifling for the first time in the wake of their father's suffering.
"This footage is the reason we went through all this bullshit to begin with," Mike replied curtly. "If something happens to this, then I'm going to be spending several months in the hospital for literally nothing."
"That really WOULD be a complete disaster," Jeremy mumbled, not that the situation wasn't already bad enough as it is.
"Can't you heal Dad?" Cassidy pressed Charlie, with desperation and more than a little hint of anger and frustration in her voice.
"I can't," Charlie shook her head. "At least, not by a lot." As much as she wanted to straight-up heal her father's arm and leg, the former Marionette knew that she couldn't for several reasons. Their adoptive grandmother Serene had been a ghost sent directly from Heaven and blessed with holy powers, something that Charlie simply didn't have. And Charlie, for all her capabilities with magic, had never actually tried to heal a living person; there simply had never been a situation that had called for such a power.
There were also practical reasons for not healing Mike as well. Having looked up bone fractures in the past, she knew that those injuries would easily take several months to heal, and that her father would likely need a cast, crutches, or possibly even a wheelchair depending on how bad things got. If he was suddenly up and walking about with a completely healthy arm and a leg in just a days or weeks, there would be a lot of uncomfortable and impossible questions to answer and a lot of unwanted attention from a lot of people, Fazbear Entertainment very much included.
No, she could not heal her father. But she could at the very least ease his pain a little. Charlie reached out to her father and gently held his arm in her hand as the rest of the ghost kids watched the broken, ruined remains of Toy Bonnie carefully and hatefully. After all, the only thing that would complete this absolute catastrophe would be for the electrocuted animatronic to suddenly and inexplicably kick back to life and try to finish the job.
Thankfully, the animatronic never moved again. And in what seemed like forever, but was mercifully only a few short minutes in actuality, Melody arrived at the household, opening the gate wide-open for the ambulance to come in. Knowing that the nearest hospital was actually quite a distance away and that ambulance wouldn't arrive for a couple of minutes, she elected not to wait for the EMS to pick her friend up. Instead, Melody rushed out of her car and raced towards the door, briefly fumbling for her spare key, before making her way into the house itself as fast as possible.
"Mike?" she called out worriedly.
"Up here!" a voice that sounded like Charlie's called out to her. Melody rushed up the stairs and to Mike's bedroom. She gasped in horror when she saw Mike on the bed, gasping in pain, as well as the broken and destroyed remains of Toy Bonnie on the floor. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened.
"Are you all right?" was the first thing that came out of Melody's mouth when she regained her senses.
"I've…been better…" Mike admitted. "Did you open the gate for the ambulance?"
"Yeah," Melody confirmed with a nod. "In fact, I think I can hear sirens in the distance."
"Okay," Mike sighed. "Then they'll be picking me up soon."
"What the hell happened?" Melody exclaimed. "Why is there a broken Fazbear animatronic on the floor, and why the hell is your left arm and leg broken?"
"Fazbear Entertainment sent me a little gift to show their appreciation," the last three words were spoken so acidly it was as though poison was dripping out of Mike's mouth. "Take a guess on what the fuck happened."
"Holy shit…" Melody mumbled, still trying to process all of this.
"We didn't expect things to go this far!" Susie almost shouted with tears pouring out of her eyes, sounding as though Melody had just accused her and she was trying to defend herself.
Jeremy had a bit of a calmer head than his sister. "Our plan was to get some blackmail on Fazbear Entertainment," he explained to one of the few living adults that they trusted. "We thought that Toy Bonnie was going to just cause some collateral damage. Smash a few pieces of furniture, make some holes in the walls, something like that. Stuff that Dad can easily fix and replace. We didn't expect this fucking rabbit to actually climb up the stairs and try to ATTACK him!"
"The worst part is, I can't even tell if this Toy Bonnie attacked Dad because Glitchtrap's victim hacked him, or if he attacked Dad because he was just that fucking glitchy," Gabe commented with a sigh.
A furious expression appeared on Melody's face. "You should sue them," she snapped. "Whatever company was incompetent enough to allow something like this to happen, you should bury them under a mountain of lawsuits."
"Believe me," Mike replied with a grim, humorless smile. "At this point, I'm seriously considering it. But I want to avoid completely destroying Fazbear Entertainment unless that's really the only option to left to us." He looked down at his heavily injured arm and leg. "Besides," he let out another gasp of pain before continuing wryly, "I'm not exactly in a position to do anything, am I?"
The sirens were getting louder, likely already past the front gate. "Would you mind going down there and opening the front door for me, Mel?" Mike asked. As the woman nodded and left the room, he turned to his kids. "Invisibility on, sound off. Now."
The ghosts immediately vanished, knowing that now was not the time to argue. A few seconds later, they heard the front door swing open. "He's up in his bedroom!" Melody was explaining to the paramedics. "He needs a stretcher, he got into a bad accident and his left arm and leg were broken! I don't think he'll be able to walk down the stairs by himself!"
"Understood, ma'am," an unfamiliar voice replied, no doubt belonging to one of the paramedics. "And are you his…wife? Girlfriend?"
Despite everything, Susie and Cassidy couldn't help but giggle a little at the insinuation. "Just a friend," Melody replied. By now, they were on the second floor and quickly approaching Mike's bedroom. "He called me in after his accident to help him open the gate for you guys."
The bedroom door was pushed open, and Melody walked in, along with a group of 3 paramedics. One of them looked over at the broken and fried animatronic that had tried to attack Mike earlier. "What the fuck is THAT thing?" he spluttered.
"Something that tried to beat the shit out of me and paid the price for it," Mike answered curtly, drawing their attention to him. "Now can you please get me to the hospital, you have no idea how much this goddamn hurts!"
"Right away!" one of the paramedics, apparently the leader, immediately replied. He made a gesture, and two more paramedics came in with a stretcher. "This is going to be a bit tough bringing you down the stairs, Mr. Schmidt. Do you think you can hold onto the side of the stretcher while we transport you?"
Mike grimaced. "I can certainly try," he promised. Together he and the paramedics worked together to move him onto a stretcher. The two other paramedics picked Mike up and began to transport him out of the room.
"Let's go with them," Gabe telepathically communicated. "We might not be able to show ourselves, but we can at least help to hold Dad up while they're moving down the stairs to make sure he doesn't fall."
It was a good idea, and an order that none of his siblings had any problems with obeying. The ghosts silently and invisibly surrounded Mike, channeling a small portion of their power to keep Mike on the stretcher, stopping him from possibly sliding off and falling. They managed to make it down to the ground level of the house without incident, and it wasn't long before they were taking him out of the house and towards the waiting ambulance.
The ghosts made to follow him, but a mental command from their father stopped them. "Don't come with me, at least not yet," he ordered. "With how bad my arm and leg got fucked over by that stupid rabbit animatronic, I'm probably going to need surgery and be out of the game for a while. You won't accomplish anything if you follow me to the hospital and just wait for weeks if not months for me to heal."
"But…what are we going to do?" Liz asked her father desperately. "We can't just be waiting around in your house doing nothing, waiting for you to come home, Dad! Otherwise we'll be completely useless!"
"You have to press forward with our plans," the answer was gentle but firm. "You can't let Fazbear Entertainment get away with doing shit like this, Glitchtrap's victim or not. You can run ideas by me if you want, but you have to be the ones to pull the trigger and get the ball rolling until the worst is over." He didn't smile openly, but they could feel his assurance and his confidence in them. "I trust you guys to get the job done."
"We'll get it done, all right," Jeremy promised grimly. "If Fazbear Entertainment thinks they can get away with bringing a crazy murder machine to our house, then they've got another thing coming!"
"I'm looking forward to see what you can come up with," were the last words Mike sent to his kids before turning his attention to Melody. "Hey, Melody?"
"I'm right here, Mike," Melody assured him.
"The same deal as usual. You can have full access to my house while I'm in the hospital. Anything you need from my house, you can have it," Mike informed her. The request for Melody to take care of the ghost kids while he was in the hospital wasn't spoken out loud, but it was loud and clear for everyone who was in on the secret.
And with those last words, the paramedics lifted Mike onto the stretcher, and the ambulance started to drive away from the house. The ghosts flew after it, trying to follow it as much as they could, but they had no choice but to stop once the ambulance drove out of the gate and into the main road, disappearing into the distance.
"God…" Susie breathed, choking back a sob. Charlie placed a gentle, comforting hand on her shoulder, but it did little to help. "How could this have happened? How could we have let Dad get hurt like this?"
"None of us saw this coming," Gabe answered, his face grim. "The plan was only for Toy Bonnie to cause some collateral damage around the house. We never imagined that things would go to hell that quickly, or that Toy Bonnie would go out of his way to try and attack Dad in his own bedroom."
"It didn't look so bad, at first," Fritz mumbled. "The thing acted like a normal animatronic during the day. It didn't start to go apeshit until nighttime."
That was actually a surprisingly perceptive observation, Charlie noted. The Toy Bonnie hadn't attacked Mike until night had fallen, just like how the animatronics from decades ago had been harmless until nighttime. Was that just coincidence, or had the malignant programming activated and corrupted Toy Bonnie's behavior at night by design? It was a question that they had no way to answer, and honestly, Charlie wasn't sure if the answer even changed anything. "We should go back to the house," the former Marionette suggested. "Let's all take a few minutes to calm down, and then we can start thinking of plans." She couldn't help the grimace that appeared on her face. "I don't think any of us will be sleeping well tonight anyway."
"I know I'm not," Fritz grumbled under his breath. They floated up the hill and back towards Mike's house, where Melody was waiting for them with a worried expression on her face.
"Are you guys all right?" she asked gently.
"WE'RE fine," Cassidy retorted. "It's DAD that got screwed over by that fucking animatronic."
"If you guys don't need me for anything, I can drive over to the hospital right now," Melody offered. "I'll check up on him and make sure that he's okay."
The ghosts gave her appreciative smiles. "That would be amazing if you could do that," Jeremy commented. "The sooner we hear that Dad is safe in the hospital, the better."
"You don't even need to drive back here once you check on Dad," Liz quickly added. "Just give us a call or even a text once you know that he's okay."
Melody nodded. "I can do that," she easily agreed. "I'll also check in every so often to make sure you guys are okay. I won't be here every day, but if you need me to do something I can definitely lend you an ear."
"We'd like that a lot, Melody," Charlie gave her an appreciative smile. "Thanks for everything."
The woman smiled wistfully back. "It's the least I can do," she replied. "Especially with just how badly things went to shit for Mike. I'll go check on him now and make sure he's okay at the hospital."
"Let us know as soon as you can!" Gabe requested. "And don't forget to lock the gate before you leave!" Melody nodded and got into her car, leaving the house and Mike's ghostly children behind. Once they were gone, Charlie beckoned for them to return to the house and lock the doors, leaving them alone in a house that seemed so empty and devoid of life now that Mike was gone.
The house wouldn't remain silent for long, however. Not when there were plans to be made, and a father's wishes to be carried out. "All right," For the same of formality, Charlie decided to begin their talk. It felt weird to be the one calling for what was effectively an emergency family meeting when Mike would always be the one to organize them without exception, but this was a discussion that needed to happen, and it was one that needed to happen now. "Dad gave us a job to do. He wanted us to carry on the fight against Fazbear Entertainment, at least for the next few days while he's in the hospital."
"We can't just let this slide," Jeremy added. "Every day that we wait and do nothing is a day that Fazbear Entertainment gets closer and closer to releasing all their animatronics to the public. Animatronics that are sure to be just as fucked up as the Toy Bonnie that attacked Dad. If we don't do anything and Fazbear Entertainment releases their animatronics to the public, then that's game over, we failed."
"I really, REALLY want to post those recordings of Toy Bonnie attacking Dad on all of the forums that we've been posting on," Susie scowled. "I want to make those assholes pay for sending Dad an animatronic that almost killed him!"
"I know it's tempting, but I don't think that's what Dad meant," Gabe countered. "He wanted blackmail material to make Fazbear Entertainment do what he wants, he didn't want to just flat-out destroy them right away. If Dad wanted to completely destroy Fazbear Entertainment, he would've just let them die to their fuck-ups a long time ago."
"Gabe's right," Liz agreed, though her green her eyes were still flashing with anger and agitation. "As much as I want revenge, we have to stick to what Dad wanted to begin with. Otherwise, we risk ruining his entire plan, and Dad would have been sent to the hospital for nothing."
"Okay, so posting these videos online and sending Fazbear Entertainment's reputation straight into the shithole is out," Fritz recapped irritably. "Then what the fuck are we supposed to do?"
"Well, we have to keep Toy Bonnie's attack a secret for now," Charlie answered. "If word of this gets out too early, we might accidentally destroy Fazbear Entertainment too early, and give Glitchtrap's victim a chance to escape and do all sorts of horrible deeds without any way to control them."
"Ummmm…" Cassidy piped in a bit hesitantly. "I think we might already be in trouble there. Those ambulance guys who took Dad to the hospital saw the broken Toy Bonnie when they picked him up off the bed. They might spill the beans no matter what we do."
"I don't think we had a choice there," Jeremy admitted with a grim look on his face. "There's no way Dad would be able to move off the bed by himself with both a broken arm and a broken leg, and if we tried to arrange things so that the ambulance guys picked him up without coming into his bedroom, the whole thing would've looked really odd and maybe even suspicious."
"That might actually not be as much of a problem as we think it is," Charlie offered, a small knowing smile on her face. "There's this thing in medicine called HIPAA, where everyone who works with a patient has to keep those records and everything the patient says a complete secret."
"Oh yeah, I heard about that too actually!" Gabe chimed in. "If they don't follow that, then that's a massive violation of privacy. It's actually illegal, and Dad could sue the everloving crap out of the hospital and those ambulance workers for spilling his secrets out to the rest of the world."
"Confidentiality is a really big deal in the hospital world," Charlie finished. "And while it doesn't get rid of the risk completely, it really lowers the chance that those ambulance workers will blab about Toy Bonnie's attack to the public."
The ghosts felt a little better after that. Granted, there was still a significant amount of risk involved. Just because the hospital workers might be sworn to secrecy or risk getting sued by Mike, didn't mean that his story couldn't get out in other ways. It was entirely possible that other individuals could overhear Mike's story despite everyone's best efforts to keep things confidential, and spread it over the Internet anyway. But such things could be dismissed by the ghost kids as mere hearsay or rumor, and if they really played their cards right, it might be possible for them to turn those unconfirmed stories to their advantage.
But that was something to be taken care of for the future. There were far more important things to address right now. Namely how they were going to stop Fazbear Entertainment from releasing a bunch of murder machines into an unsuspected public.
"Dad didn't say he wanted us to change from the blackmail plan, so we should stick to that," Susie suggested.
The solution suddenly hit Gabe like an animatronic's arm, and he smacked his forehead with his palm. "Oh my God," he muttered. "This is so much simpler than we think it is. The answer's right in front of us!"
Everyone turned to look at him. "Wait, what?" Fritz spluttered. "The hell do you mean?"
The former Freddy inhabitant was smiling now, utterly confident in his idea now that it had formed in his mind. "We make up our OWN email," he explained. "And we send it to Fazbear Entertainment, threatening them to delay the production of their animatronics or else we release Dad's recording of Toy Bonnie's attack to the public AND he makes a statement shitting on them for nearly killing him with that fucking rabbit."
His brothers and sisters stared at him silently for several seconds. Then, Jeremy's face broke out into a huge grin. "Holy shit! You're a genius!" the former Bonnie inhabitant praised. "And wow, this really IS so much easier than we were making it."
"Hold on there," Charlie interrupted sternly. The former Marionette liked where Gabe was going, but she wasn't about to let this go without pointing out the potential flaws. "This might not be as easy as you think it is. We don't know how successful this plan will be in the long run. True, Fazbear Entertainment might shit itself when it realizes how badly it messed up, and they might listen to us at least for a little while. But I'm going to warn you, Gabe, their greed is going outweigh their fear of Dad's fury eventually. That's only a matter of time. And if you try to push for too much too quickly, they might get pissed enough to just flat-out ignore you or even fight back. We don't want Dad to get wrapped up in a vicious fight with Fazbear Entertainment when he's still recovering in the hospital from a broken arm and leg." There were some fights that were too costly to be worth fighting, even if you could win them.
"It doesn't have to last too long!" Susie piped in excitedly, her thought process now more in sync with Gabe's. "We just need to make them delay for a month or two at most, just long enough for Dad to heal up and deal with Fazbear Entertainment once he's ready. Hell, even convincing them to delay for a few weeks is all we really need."
"And just because Dad is injured, doesn't mean that he's out of the game," Liz was quick to add. "He got an arm and a leg broken because of Toy Bonnie. But he wasn't attacked in the head. He didn't have both of his arms and legs crushed by that animatronic or something that insanely serious. He might not be able to do nearly as much as he could've normally, but he can still function. We just need to give him a little help."
"So the email you're going to send Fazbear Entertainment is essentially a stall tactic," Charlie mused, ruminating over the idea. The more she thought about it, the more she liked this approach. As appealing as the idea of picking up the torch from their father and leading the charge against Fazbear Entertainment was, the grim and unforgiving reality was that there was little the ghost kids could do to directly and permanently affect Fazbear Entertainment's behavior, unless they decided to go with the nuclear option and release the videos of Toy Bonnie's attack to a public that would almost certainly tear the company to shreds. The most they could do right now was buy a little time.
But as the many nights of the Fazbear tragedy had proven over and over again, sometimes a little time was the only thing needed to make all the difference between victory and defeat.
"Besides," Fritz added, "in a weird way, Dad getting beaten up by that animatronic might have helped us out."
"What?" Liz nearly shrieked, glaring at her brother as though he had uttered the most grievous insult imaginable. The words, "you have five seconds to explain what the fuck you mean before I turn into Scrap Baby and start smacking your head with my claw," weren't outright spoken, but the look she gave him was more than enough to convey the message.
Gabe understood where the former Foxy inhabitant was going with his statement, though. "I see where Fritz is going with this. Dad got into this whole mess because he wanted blackmail material, right?" the former Freddy inhabitant explained. "Well, he's got even more blackmail material than what he wanted to begin with. Dad thought Fazbear Entertainment would panic like hell if he published a video record of one of their animatronics wrecking shit up in his house. How badly do you think they're gonna shit themselves when we show them a recording of one of those animatronics trying to kill him? They know just how badly fucked they'd be if this ever got out to the public."
"When you put it like that, I don't think it'd be too hard to get them to delay production at all," Charlie commented approvingly.
"Then we have a plan!" Jeremy declared happily…before his eager look turned into confusion. "But…uh…I've never seen Dad actually talk to Fazbear Entertainment before. If we're gonna be sending an email out pretending to be him, we have to know what he actually sounds like when he talks to them."
"I mean, he probably hates their guts," Fritz pointed out. A grin appeared on his face as a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Can we just curse the fuck out of them in the email?"
Charlie shook her head, shooting down that idea almost immediately. "As the only person here who's watched Dad talk to Fazbear Entertainment, I'm going to tell you right now that that's not how Dad interacts with Fazbear Entertainment," she warned. "Oh, he hates their guts, there's no denying that. But when he always talks to them, he makes sure to phrase everything he says as politely as possible. It would honestly be really out of character for Dad to just start raging at them randomly, even with all the shit that's just happened."
"So we need our email to be polite but pissed off," Gabe replied with a grin. "We can do that."
"You seem pretty confident about this," Susie observed.
"Ever since Dad explained why he hates Fazbear Entertainment so much, I've wanted to vent on how they suck so much it's not even funny," Gabe retorted. "Charlie, do you know the password to Dad's email account?"
"I do," the former Marionette affirmed. "Dad gave it to me in case of emergencies, though he made it clear that I shouldn't ever use it unless I absolutely needed to."
"If this isn't an emergency," Cassidy mumbled, "then I don't know what is."
"Dad's been doing so much of the work in dealing with Fazbear Entertainment's shit," Gabe declared. "It's time for us to pick up some of the slack for a change!"
Five Days Later…
Mr. Averus scowled as he looked through his emails. All too often, an email from one of the supervisors of their new project would rear its ugly head in his inbox, reporting one abnormality or piece of bad news after another, strongly recommending a delay in the release and timeframe of their masterful plan to deliver Freddy Fazbear animatronics into the arms of a public and win over the many skeptics that had been created from the many scandals the past incarnations of their company had spawned.
"Delay by five months?" he spluttered as he read the latest report. "You must be joking!"
Granted, they hadn't repeated the mistakes that they had made with the VR game. This time, they were going to wait until as late as possible before revealing the existence of their Special Delivery project to the rest of the world. If there had been no previous scandals or catastrophes, Mr. Averus would have been among the most vocal supporters of getting everything pushed out as soon as possible. But they were not in his ideal world, and they would need to exercise some degree of caution and patience, no matter how aggravating it might be.
As he was about to conjure up a dismissal to the proposition, a new email suddenly appeared. One from Mike Schmidt, of all people.
"Huh," he mumbled. "What the hell is this all about?"
Unlike the countless other emails he had received, this wasn't one that Averus could flat-out ignore. While the man had made his hatred of Fazbear Entertainment very clear, and Averus personally considered Schmidt to be a smug piece of shit, it didn't change the fact that the man had been genuinely and significantly helpful when it mattered the most. Although neither he nor his executives would ever admit it publicly, it was thanks to Mike Schmidt and his mysterious friend Mr. Nacht that the VR game had ever been released at all. The man might be an asshole, but that didn't necessarily make his help any less valid.
That made his email worth reading unlike the rest of the usual tripe, at the very least.
With mild curiosity, Mr. Averus opened the email to read whatever Mike had to say…
…and felt his blood run cold as he read the message.
Hello Mr. Averus,
When I offered to save Fazbear Entertainment from completely trashing its own reputation by saving its video game, I wasn't expecting much in return. We both know that you weren't going to give me or my friend any credit for the VR game, and I was okay with that. But I did have SOME expectations. I expected that, at the very least, you wouldn't try to repay the favor by trying to kill me with an animatronic you said was a thank-you for saving your VR game.
It looks like I was wrong, because history has unfortunately repeated itself.
That fucking Toy Bonnie animatronic you sent to my house went completely batshit insane the very night it got sent to me. Not only did it wreck my furniture and punch holes in the walls of my house, but it also tried to kill me in my own room. The only reason I survived your attack was because I was cautious enough to had backup plans in case that attack happened, and I was monitoring the cameras just in case the worst came the worst and I was going to have a repeat of my night shift. The tools you gave me for "maintenance" didn't do jack shit to protect me.
And in case you doubt what I'm saying, I've attached the video clips of my camera feed with this email. You can't blame me for this attack no matter how much you might want to, not when the animatronic was clearly shown going crazy on its own and I barely did anything other than turn it on. Even if you COULD find some half-assed explanation for what I did to make this Toy Bonnie try to kill me, do you really think the public will give a shit what you have to say? All I have to do is post this online, and what's left of your reputation shatters to pieces. And once that happens, Fazbear Entertainment dies a disappointing death just like it did years ago.
You have no idea how much I wanted to post these videos and bring your entire company down just out of spite. I still believe in what the world of Freddy Fazbear and his pizzerias could become, which is the only reason why I decided not to show these videos to the rest of the world. But I'm done playing nice.
I'm going to make this real simple. We'll be having another conversation soon, a very important conversation about what we're going to do about your animatronics going haywire. One that I'll be deciding when it happens. But until I recover from my broken arm and leg and we have that conversation, you're going to delay the release of your little animatronic delivery project. Whether it be one week, or two weeks, I don't really care. But until I get my say, if your goddamn murder machines get released to the public, then so do these videos.
Oh, and one more thing. If I so much as THINK that you're trying to send someone after me to finish what that stupid rabbit failed, or even think that someone from your company is spying on me and my household, the videos get published. Call it paranoia, but you've already tried to kill me once, whether it be intentional or by accident. I'm not giving you a second chance.
You and your buddies better choose wisely, Mr. Averus. My patience is at its end.
Mike Schmidt
Sure enough, the video clips that Schmidt had mentioned in his email were attached at the very bottom. And only a few seconds of looking through them were more than enough to confirm the events Schmidt had described, of the malfunctioning and glitchy Toy Bonnie inexplicably wreaking havoc in Schmidt's house and nearly killing the man, breaking his arm and leg in the process. This was more than enough to prove that Mike's words were no bluff.
Mr. Averus immediately fumbled for his pockets and reached for his phone. He dialed in a number as quickly as possible and lifted the phone up to his ear as it rang. Before the Fazbear executive on the other line could even say a single word, Mr. Averus was already speaking. "Hey, yeah, it's me. Listen. I'm gonna need to call an emergency meeting of the entire board. We've got a huge problem on our hands."
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A/N: Fun fact, the original name of this chapter was going to be "Crisis Control," but I think that name would fit a different upcoming chapter better.
With Mike now in the hospital and out of commission, it's time for the ghost kids to take charge and act in his stead! They might not be able to do much right now, but they've managed to buy some time with their forged email. An email that I think would match Mike Schmidt's own sentiments perfectly. The tone of the letter was intended to be polite but furious, with the occasional bleed-in of underlying rage through the curse words that, while limited overall, still get the point across that Mike (or rather, his ghost kids) are pissed at what happened.
Stalling and buying time might not seem like much, but anyone who's played Five Nights at Freddy's knows that buying even a little time can and has meant the difference between surviving til 6 AM and death. And the kids have bought a lot more than just a few short hours.
A lot of you seem to think that Mike is completely out of the game and will remain completely incapacitated and incapable of doing anything for months on end. While it is true that he will be significantly limited in what he is capable of because of Toy Bonnie's attack, I would like to remind you that the injuries were on his left (and non-dominant) arm and leg. The animatronic didn't punch him in the head, break his spine, cut him open and bleed him out, or anything like that. Mike's injuries are severe, sure, but not critical or near-fatal. He will still be able to do things, especially since his right arm hasn't been hurt in any way. But he won't be able to do nearly as much as he'd normally be able to, and the ghost kids will definitely be doing more to make up for that in the future.
Anyways, that's all I have for now. Hope you guys enjoyed!
