I Don't Own Fnaf
Mike returned to the Diner after getting some unrestful sleep after his fifth night, heading in with the plan of just switching out the voice boxes for Evan could have something to properly talk with so they could finally have a conversation, if he was... awake or whatever that was. He had a feeling the kid would want to know about the others, maybe he could offer Mike some advice? Fredbear wasn't exactly as advanced as the four, but there had to be a point of comparison right?
At the very least he knew that Evan wouldn't try to kill him, even if the kid wanted to, he still didn't have the parts to move to properly choke the life out of Mike. It was a thought that wasn't as comforting as he wanted it to be.
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, nothing happened, all he managed was to pry the back open to the suit once more with the crank before quickly and probably improperly took out the old voice box before stuffing the new one in it's old place, attaching the things back in the order he had taken them out in, he had no idea just what that would do, but he didn't really have any other options. But even after he pulled the suit closed, after doing some liberal application of oil and rust cleaning from the few spring locks that weren't beyond repair from Mike's limited experience, Evan stayed quiet, not even when he asked or talked to the suit, he didn't get any answer.
Disappointed but not too surprised, Mike eventually just packed up his items he was using and instead talked about other things, how he was going to check to see the state of the house, if it really was bought out by the bank or if it was still under one of the Afton's names. If it was, then he might be able to get away with squatting there for the time being, just long enough before he could get a place of his own now that he was kicked out of his place.
Evan didn't react, but he did mention it that he would move the bear over there soon once he had enough to rent out a moving van to be able to get him there given Mike didn't really have a car. Well, he did, that old purple monstrosity was still out in the garage, but Mike would be spotted from a mile away driving that thing and didn't want to deal with that. Better to get some spray paint or something before seeing if the thing would even turn over after sitting there for years.
A large portion of him, as he spoke, felt guilty about using his father's stuff so casually, but another part of him told him he needed to use whatever he had to work with, and it was better than spending months trying to save up enough money to get these things done when he could do it now without nearly as many issues.
Honestly the part he felt the worst about was how he had more issues staying in his old home than he had issues with blackmail and casually breaking the law. What the hell was wrong with him that this was one of the lines he had issues crossing over?
In the end Mike had to leave, mentioning he was going to be doing an overtime shift and that he'd be back in the morning.
Maybe it was the stress of not knowing if the new voice box would work or not, or if it was something completely different, but he could have sworn he saw a figure that looked like a person as he left the diner, but when he looked back through the boarded up windows, he didn't see anything, so in the end he slowly shrugged it off and played it off as paranoia.
The eyes of a shadowy figure that resembled something not human stared at the form of the retreating young man as he left, a faint hint of annoyance pulling through the spirit's form. Michael was suppose to leave or give up, it's what eldest brothers were best at after all right? If he messed with the plans of the others, then he would have to do something to get the man out of the way for the time being, something to get him away.
He couldn't have the man continuing to work there, Michael had already ignored their words twice now, once from the suit itself and another over the phone, she would have to take action then. Michael could not stay there if their plans had to be worth something. The children deserved their revenge, and the Golden ones was going to make sure they got it.
No matter who they had to remove from the equation to get to it.
Not after all the work she put in to get the man back, together again once more.
All in one place.
Mike felt like trash, the water was turned off at the house, of course it was, he wasn't sure why he was expecting anything else really. So he had to use a local gym to take his first shower in days and all that did was make him aware of his how filthy he had been. It didn't matter how long he scrubbed in the awkwardness of being surrounded by other men only needing a quick wash, he couldn't seem to get the damn grime off.
Eventually he had to get out after a humiliating talk with the manager through the shower stall mentioning that he was burning through their hot water.
He still didn't feel clean, Mike ignored the small itch in the back of his head that reminded him of his long showers back in '83.
He still could sometimes feel the blood on his hands.
The rest of the time he spent before his next shift was mostly tearing through his fathers office again, one more good look through, most of it would come in handy at some point for something, but nothing that was valuable to him right now. It was frustrating to see nothing on the Spring locks but he had to give up after a bit, not really expecting anything, though Mike did skim through more than a few blueprints on the parts that went into the four models he was working with now.
It was all very complicated, but thankfully they all were broken down well enough, and while he had no idea why half the things were placed where they were or how they worked, there was more than enough notes in the corners for him to at least know what they were suppose to do and what was suppose to be there in general. It was better than nothing, and he even learned a few things. There was shut off switches on the back of each of the main four's necks, something about the servos all being run through there to interact with the processors that were all stored in the animatronics' heads.
So if someone was able to hit the switch there, all inputs from the 'brain' of the animatronics wouldn't be able to be sent to the bodies. It sounded kind of terrifying given that's a lot like how humans got paralyzed from spinal damage, no doubt where the design concepts were based on from human anatomy, but it might be helpful to know all the same... Then again, Mike had no idea just what kind of weird black magic was being used for those kids to be in the suits in the first place, their programming clearly effected them, but that didn't mean that they were fully bound by their bodies either right?
Evan could move and power his suit even without a working battery being in it, so... Mike labeled that information under possibly helpful and moved on.
Other than that, he tried to clean up some, but it was hard in the evening light, given the house hadn't had power in a long time, that didn't just fix itself because Michael was squatting in it. At the very least he managed to find some trash bags under the sink and managed to fill more than a few of them with the contents of the fridge and some of the cabinets, if only so that room in particular didn't smell like rot all the time.
It was an bonus of his strong stomach that he wasn't sick from having to power through the nausea inducing smell when he finally manned up and cracked open the fridge, something he instantly regretted right after. No it was only concepts that broke his understanding of both reality and life and death that made him lose his stomach apparently.
He really needed to get a new place, but overtime pay or not, he was not getting nearly enough to rent a place out at the moment for more than a week. He could crash at a... 'friend's' house, but he didn't trust anyone he could consider to stay with to not try to get him wrapped up in something and he just didn't have time or the care to get involved with anything else right now. He just didn't have the time.
It was his own fault, not having any savings before now and hardly caring to try and build any up at that.
So it was just how it was for the time being until things settled in a way that Mike would be able to get some things done...
In the mean time, he had a shift he needed to get to. So with a hand reaching down to snatch his bag which held his mask in it, Mike began his trek to the pizzeria.
Though he was more than a little surprised to see someone waiting out in front of the building, clearly standing there for him based on the way the man's eyes locked onto his with a tired sort of acceptance, as Mike gave a short confused wave at Fritz as he moved into speaking range.
"Hey, what are you doing here? It's not exactly a great hour to be doing some work on the four" Mike wasn't sure just why Fritz was here, but at the same time, he also wasn't sure just how the man knew about the children in the suits in the first place, but something about the man wasn't... off enough for him to think about Fritz in any suspicious manner, at least not yet. He seemed to tired and chained to be a threat, not to mention out of everyone and everything's he's looked into, Fritz was the only one who gave him direct answers. Or at least directions that weren't beyond vague enough for Mike to figure out.
Apparently Fritz wanted to be even more direct.
"You shouldn't go in there" Mike paused, just for a moment, glancing at the man for a second, he was serious, incredibly so at that. Mike felt a faint chill go down his spine, but he wasn't that disturbed.
"Any reason why?"
"They're... active tonight, more than you're used to, more than anyone is used to even, you shouldn't have been offered overtime to begin with, the manager usually takes people who last this long off before they go in if they signed up for the overtime shift, to get another week out of them mostly before they realize they really need to quit, but... you're not exactly on management's good side at the moment" Mike frowned at that, he knew the reason he wasn't being attacked with lawyers already to try and silence him was because the man was no doubt trying to let the situation... 'resolve' itself over his shifts, so it wasn't that surprising, but being told about it was.
"Why are you telling me this?" Fritz paused for a second, a look warring over his face just for a moment, before he seemed to steel himself as he said.
"Because you're still alive, and I don't want to visit anymore coworkers in the hospital or worse, the graveyard" Mike wasn't good with honesty, or really any level of concern being leveled at him, so he deflected the comment off on instinct.
"Aw, glad you do care about me even after you're psycho comments" Fritz frowned, clearly unamused.
"Do you care at all about your life?" Mike felt himself shrug, his mind moving away from the conversation on a long built in habit of avoiding stuff that made him feel things he wasn't comfortable with. While also managing to snag a glance down at his beaten up and barely working watch, he had less than five minutes to get in and get into the office before the night started. He really needed to hurry.
"Honestly? Not really. Look, thanks for the warning, but if I don't go in there, then I'm missing out on pay I really need. I'll be fine, last night wasn't that bad anyways" Fritz didn't let up, instead standing up and just blocking the doors. A faint look of something coming over his face that Mike might figure to be concern, but just as quickly it was covered over by annoyance.
"Look, I already don't want to be this close. The animatronics have been... acting up even during the day alright? Saturdays are already bad to the people who have experience, but this? I doubt I could survive and I've been doing the occasional nights shift for years now, alright? Let it go, money is not worth dying in there" Mike was quickly running out of time, he didn't really like doing this, but he stepped towards the door anyways, making a point to look down, showing off the clear difference in both height and volume of the two men as he spoke.
"Normally I'd agree, but I have things I need to do alright? Those kids aren't going to kill me, I won't let them" The reaction was instantons, where before Mike had to give the man a large amount of credit, not looking at all intimidated by Mike, his face was quickly contorted into a look of shock and surprise.
"H-how did you figure...? It's only been two days!" Mike almost smirked, it was often a nice rush when he managed to get one over on someone else, with them never truly expecting much out of Mike, it usually felt nice on his occasionally battered ego, but he didn't have time to be smug, instead using the shock as an opening. His hand shooting out, grabbing the man's arm and with a powerful yank easily tugged him forwards as Fritz let out a shocked yelp, reacting more than fast, faster than most thugs really, yanking himself out of Mike's grasp and already gaining a fair distance, but that was fine. Mike wasn't looking for a fight, as he quickly and smoothly slipped into the pizzeria's doors.
"If I'm still alive, I'll tell you tomorrow how about that? Now unless you want to get us both mauled, I think it's time for one of use to call it an early night" Fritz looked more than a little distraught, like he was watching Mike go to his death, and his mind that might be exactly what he was seeing. Mike didn't bother letting that hold him back, he needed this, something in his gut keeping him here like an anchor. He already knew he'd be in danger, but he couldn't allow himself to run away from this place and it's horrors, not even once, because if he did, then Mike couldn't trust himself to not keep running.
Speaking of running, he quickly pulled his bag around to open it up, grabbing the mask from inside and shoving it onto his face, Fritz only just seeing the tail end with a faint look of surprise on his face over the concern, but Mike didn't get to see much more. Already rushing to get to his office as soon as possible without dying on the way.
Sadly he wasn't that lucky, Fritz wasn't kidding, it was barely past midnight and the animatronics were already roaming, Bonnie was gone off the stage somewhere else, while Freddy was still standing there, staring ahead. Mike barely managed to roll himself out of the long hallway to his office into one of the party rooms as he watched as Chica moved with creaking gears around in front of the stage, which happened to be the room he was already in, which was how he saw who was missing and who wasn't in the first place.
Waiting just a moment, as he felt his heart pump in his chest like a step of violent stomps, Mike listened as the much more mechanical stomps moved around slowly before fading into the distance as the loud sound of clanking pots and pans echoed through the building. It was the best chance he was going to get, so he took it, rushing out of the side room and into the hall that Chica normally took, he sprinted down it, being uncomfortably familiar with just how alike he was being with Foxy at the moment as he turned to corner and made it into his office, just in time to see a lumbering figure in the darkness beginning to move into the office with him.
Mike didn't even think, he couldn't play run around all night, so instead he charged ahead, slamming his entire weight right into the suddenly shrieking form of Bonnie, the weight of the hit and the fact that the animatronic clearly didn't recognize him for the first few seconds as the night guard was the only reason Mike managed to get the rabbit on it's back foot, causing it to awkwardly stumbled out of the room to not just collapse onto it's back as Mike slammed his fist right into the door's panel, activating the door as it slammed down.
In the next second he moved around to the monitor that was resting on the desk, his ears tingling as he tried to pick up on any nearby sounds outside of Bonnie, who seemingly slammed into the hallway wall, not being able to correct itself. Mike felt a certain level of guilty satisfaction for that as he spied the animatronic on the camera slowly getting back to it's feet before looking up at the camera with blackened eyes with those familiar white dots in them.
He didn't quite as feel as guilty after that, a small part of the back of his head telling him that he no doubt just made the thing even more pissed at him. He was almost tempted to call out an apology, but instead he just hunkered down, flipping through the cameras once more, before finally taking a breath and going back to his shift like it was any other day. Just, this time with a very stressful start.
The stinging from his left shoulder that he had used to shoulder check a few hundred pound robot made that known, his hands were still shaking from the adrenaline, but honestly, if anything, it made Mike feel better. Knowing if he had to, he could at least beat the things back, if only for a moment or to.
Then he thought about the kids again, and did his best to not feel guilty again. They were trying to kill him after all, there had to be a level of fair game here. Mike just decided to take comfort in the fact that if he had to, he could and chose to not think much more about it.
it was quite easy because life didn't get easier, over the next three and a half hours, barely even half way through his shift, Mike had already burned through sixty percent of the buildings power and it wasn't looking like it was going to get much better. The mask seemingly didn't do squat, the second the doors came up, they had to come right back down, Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy all rotated in and around the hallways, hardly ever being anywhere else.
The only miracle about the matter was Foxy had only done one run so far, it had been pretty early on, and Mike had been worried he'd be following the rest's advancements, but surprisingly he had yet to even so much as peek out of the cove again. He just counted it as what it was and kept going, he was panting and sweating, not comfortable enough to remove the mask and risking it turning out it actually was doing something, while also having disconnected the fan after the first half hour realizing it was taking way more power than he was comfortable with when he realized just how bad the night was going to be.
Then there was the animatronics, not only were they beyond hostile, something else was going on with them, they... didn't move right, occasionally, when he was flickering through the cameras as fast as possible, barely long enough to so much as catch if there was an animatronic in the feed or not, he noticed that their eyes were always in that black void state, and they occasionally spasmed like the machinery in them was acting up.
It was unnerving more than anything, and he swore he heard more than a few... sounds coming from them all, though most just sounded like Bonnie's scream from earlier, occasionally Mike could have sworn, when they were uncomfortably close to the doors, that he could make out words. Not anything that he could actually understand, but things that if he had the time or mental will right now to focus on, he'd probably be able to understand as English.
If the spirits was what got them moving in the first place to be murderous, it was clear whatever was happening here was much the same, just to a long past logical extreme. If he survived this, then next Monday was going to be a joke of a night, though a small voice in the back of his mind told him there was also a chance that if the spirits didn't get calmed down in any way then there was a chance it was going to be this bad every night.
He really didn't like that thought as he slammed the door down in front of Bonnie, before swinging his head over to the right to check to see if Chica or Freddy were on their way, they were, he slammed that button as well before shifting back to the camera, Foxy... still wasn't even peeking? Was he even in there? A small part of Mike's mind panicked at the idea of having any of them be unaccountable, but while Foxy was the fastest, he was also basically the loudest, if he made a run down either hall then he should be able to hear the animatronic coming, no matter where Foxy started at.
That was what kept Mike's mind stable as he continued to work through the hours, watching his death sentence tick closer and closer, by five he was at fifteen percent, the animatronics had been staying longer and longer throughout the night, something he was used to, but to this extreme was not appreciated, he barely had the doors up for more than a few minutes at a time, and right now both were shut down as the sounds of those haunted gibberish filled his ears from both angles.
Mike felt like his head was in jello, unsure if it was from the sounds messing with his mind, or if it was the constant unending adrenaline rush, of rushing between the buttons and monitor without break, that he's been experiencing for the last five hours, where even yesterday he had at least breaks between bursts of activity.
By the time he hit three percent power, it was only five twenty, and Mike was beginning to think that maybe Fritz had a point to warn him away from here tonight. It really was a shame that Mike was a stubborn headed idiot wasn't it?
He still focused, did his best, but he knew more than anything he couldn't stay in the office much longer, mask be damned, he was not going to put his faith in the item when he still couldn't tell if it had been helping him at all throughout the night. Not to mention the animatronics knew he was here, that's why they were trying so hard, before, back on his first night, it was like they really did just happen to wander a bit to close to his doors, not this time, Mike was sure if the spirits could, they would just be outside his doors all night long until his power dropped without remorse, but it was a miracle that it seemed they had to move around at least some what.
Probably that 'free roam' code or whatever.
Mike couldn't think about that for right now, instead he had three percent power, two animatronics at least on both sides of his doors, and Foxy had finally made a repeat appearance, staring out of his cove, though Mike only just saw him for a flash of a second before he shut the monitor off completely. He needed all the scraps of power he could get, as he took in a deep breath, his mind moving over what he knew of the building, of what he had seen and knew where the animatronics could move around in, and with a grunt of determination, he knew the only place he could go from here that would keep him mostly protected.
It was five twenty-seven when the power went out.
Mike, armed with only a flashlight, did the only thing that made sense at the time as he watched as the flashing face of Freddy Fazbear appeared in his left doorway, with it's droning rendition of Toreador March.
Mike picked up his office chair and promptly flung it with his full force straight at the bear's head.
It was more satisfyingly than Mike thought was appropriate as he charged, his flashlight flickering on as he beamed the light straight into the eyes of the massive animatronic as it reeled back, just for a moment before trying to swoop down to grab him, a scream already playing through it's music box. But Mike knew that, knew how they attacked, had a full week of seeing them lunge at the doors to know how they moved, and that meant the bright beam of his flashlight was aimed almost perfectly into the animatronics' face as it shot down, blinding the thing as it let out something much closer to a roar that shook Mike's body as he skidded around the bear and charged down the hallway, using the entire length of his long legs to gain as much of a stride as possible as he bounded down the hall.
He was being chased, he already knew it from the slamming force of footsteps on the floor, the way that the earth itself seemed to shake from the hundreds of pounds of metal charging at his back, getting closer and closer way faster than Mike liked to think about as he rushed into the main party hall, already bouncing up, his foot just managing to catch onto the side of one of the laid out tables. It was only from experience with running for his life that Mike didn't instantly slip on the fabric laid on the table as he leaped off of it, sending the thing skidding back a foot or so as he landed between two others, instantly falling to his knees as he rolled under one of the long tables.
The sound of bounding footsteps followed him into the room not even a few seconds after he was fully hidden as he took a deep breath in, his flashlight switched off for the time being as he slowly began to crawl his way to one of the ends of the tables as the sounds of the other animatronics from the other halls began to creep in with heavy footfalls into the room with the two stages, were Mike was crouched under a frankly flimsy table, hidden by a table cloth that didn't even go all the way to the ground.
With a deep, deep breath, he knew he had to take the chance before they found him out, because they would, they were smarter at the moment, and there was a lot more room to roam in this room, they wouldn't leave, instead they would search, and without metal doors to protect him, Mike didn't want to think about just what they would do when they did find him.
His heart was pounding in his ears, his mask was barely on his face, so he took a moment to correct it with shaking hands, as he took in one long deep breath before finally committing to what he was about to do.
Either he was about to die because of this chance or not, but he was going to die for sure if he didn't do anything, that's really what pushed his decision...
That and the sound of table clothes already being flung off the tables with the sounds of preset plates, decorations, and cups clattering to the ground from one of the tables nearby.
So with one last gasp for air, while he felt nearly every muscle in his body tensing, ready for a sprint, as with his hand, he flicked the flashlight on before flinging it as hard as he could behind him, sending the thing skittering across the floor harshly as he rolled with an impressive speed slamming into the wall to the right of the main stage.
Mike didn't wait for a single second after, silently begging this was the right call, he flung himself out of the table, which was one of the one's on the far left of the room, the reason why he chose it to hide in, and rushed as quickly and quietly as he could in the dark room, only being illuminated just enough to make his way to where he needed to get to from the flashlight that was suddenly crushed with the sound of snapping plastic by one of the three who had all charged at the sudden sound and light.
It had been just long enough as Mike felt the fabric that made the cloth of the stage he had made his way to, as with a sharp tug he stumbled into it before quickly pulling it closed behind him as he half crawled to his feet while still moving to the back wall that Pirate's Cove was pressed up against.
Surprisingly there was a window, a small slot one that Mike had never noticed before on the outside, that was on the wall that the cove was located against, letting street light flood into the small stage, it helped Mike not stumble into the curtain which would no doubt lead him to falling off the stage to be killed.
It was also because of that reason that he saw it, and felt his chest seize with panic, as he stared at the form of Foxy, sitting hunched down not even a few feet away from him, lit up by the mix of moon and street lamp light. Staring directly at him with sharp bright lit up eyes.
He's bet was off, he had thought that when the lights had gone off and while he was hiding, Foxy would have joined the others, then he wouldn't have to worry, being able to hide out in the one place that he was sure three-fourths of the cast never even moved around, only having to worry about Foxy, who hopefully would be busy searching for him.
That hadn't been the case, as Mike felt his chest heave, getting more air in, his body tensing already prepared to lunge to the side for when the fox leaped at him, even as he felt stuck in place, his body was ready to try to save itself once more.
But... nothing happened, the fox animatronic continued to sit there, simply staring at Mike, not moving, though there was a faint few twitches that ran through it's frame on occasion that seemed to not be willingly coming from the animatronic by how the hooked hand and normal hand seemed to tighten around it's own sides.
Mike simply just gulped, feeling the energy in his body slowly unwind without his permission, as his mind tried to figure out what was happening before realizing with a faint moment of clarity that he still had his mask on. According to his... guesses, maybe Foxy thought Mike was another Foxy, and therefore was suppose to be here?
He didn't know, it had to do with the mask of course, it was the first time this animatronic had seen him with it, so that had to be the case, and suddenly he was thanking his lucky stars he hadn't ditched it, making the sweat clinging to his face and drenching his hair to his head more than worth it. That didn't mean he didn't dare move until Foxy did, instead the two simply continued to hold some sort of strange staring competition among the two as Mike felt his body slowly begin to ache, holding the position he had frozen in for so long.
He still didn't move, as the two continued to stare at each other, before finally with a sharp jerk Foxy moved it's head away first. It... felt pointed, like it had finally decided to stop studying the mask, Mike felt a weight drop of his shoulders as he realized the fox must have finally confirmed that Mike was suppose to be here.
He still didn't risk moving for another long few minutes, even as his arms began to beg for him to give them a rest with how he was holding himself up with them and with how one of his legs seemed more than willing to fall asleep, until, finally, after what felt like eons of hearing the sounds of crashing and harsh footfalls move around the party room, but never moving to close to the now shared Pirate's Cove Stage, a faint chime echoed throughout the building as the sound of the power being restored flooded Mike's ears as from above the two being wearing fox head's a single lightbulb lit up shining down on the two.
Mike tensed, his eyes still locked on Foxy, but the animatronic didn't so much as twitch... if anything, it seemed to get control over itself better than it had before, as Foxy continued to just sit there while the sounds of the animatronics moved in the background, heading to their stage. Mike gave it until there was no more sound of movement before finally, slowly, standing up, heading quietly past Foxy, before pausing for a moment at the curtain, turning to look back.
Foxy was staring at him now, but that was more because Mike had moved into the fox's line of sight than it wanting to look at him. It... felt wrong to not say something, even if the kid in there didn't know they should be trying to kill Mike, the fox still gave him an easier night than he could have had, in a multitude of ways really.
It was probably stupid, but Mike just did something that he easily could put up in the top ten stupidest decisions of his life, and in comparison this didn't seem so bad, as he said softly to the animatronic.
"T-thanks Foxy" It was simple, and frankly it didn't feel like much, but Mike was still trying to get himself together now that he didn't have to keep himself in one piece to not die, it was suddenly much harder to not want to fall to his knees and just not want to move for a while. So instead of saying anything more, he turned and began to make his way down from the stage with slightly shaking legs, the adrenaline now having completely leaving him, making it harder to move his limbs like he wanted them to.
Pulling his mask off, he shoved it under his arm, bringing his other one up just enough to wipe the built up sweat of hours of effort, before letting out a shaky huff, heading away from the stage to go collect his bag and get the hell out of there.
Mike hadn't noticed, to caught up in everything, that when they two had been staring at each other, Foxy's eyes hadn't been the black voids that all the other animatronics had been.
He also didn't notice, as he headed away from the cove, that Foxy's hands slowly moved away from where they had been resting on his sides, clear long groves of new damage from where they had been resting, from where his metal fingers and hook had dug into his suit, as it's eyes traced the path the night guard had taken on his way out.
Wonder what's up with Foxy? Kind of weird, anyways, it's probably not that important or anything.
Look, we be moving at the speed of plot here alright, cause there is nothing much else I can cram in in a story about a game that takes place in intervals of five days alright? Honestly I kind of combined night six and the concept of 4/20 mode together and tossed Mike into the lions den cause I thought it would be funny. It's very sink or swim in this kind of situation and thankfully our boy Mikey isn't looking to drown. Hence the chair to the head of good ole Freddy Fazbear. I went into this story wanting for Mike to throw at least one piece of furniture at at least one bear, and damn if I'm not going to go for it when the opportunity presented itself to me here.
Beyond that we get some of the things that are moving in the background, Fritz despite his hesitance can't escape the orbit that is the insanity of Freddy's even if he really just wants to keep his head down. It's on him for not being a horrible person really, no one to blame but himself. Anyways, See ya.