Author's Note: Hi, guys!

Sorry for not updating for a while. I've been pretty busy and writer's block hit me like a fucking truck.

But, I have a new chapter for you all!

Please remember that this story takes place in an Alternate Universe from the original game, so some story details aren't anything like canon. This AU is very personal to me, so if you don't like my changes and details, you don't have to read it.

Anyways, enjoy! :D

As the last of the families left the pizzeria, the four orphans and their yellow suited friend seemed to be winding down after staying at the pizzeria for hours. There wasn't even a shred of them not enjoying themselves in the pizzeria, and the kids had sat listening to the animatronics for some time.

Bonnibel let out a small yawn as she moved her gaze to George. He echoed her yawn and she felt herself chuckle. "Tired, Georgie?"

The older boy nodded. "I am, Bonnibel. I'm ready to go home. I imagine my father is waiting for me to come back so I can get to bed. Did you all have fun?"

Felix nodded eagerly. "Yeah, George! Thank you so much for bringing us again! I learned a lot about being a pirate from Foxy today!"

George beamed at the redheaded boy. "I'm glad. Well, I imagine you all are tired, too. Ready to go?"

"Oh, are you all leaving already?"

The five children turned their heads in surprise when a voice spoke to them, an adult's voice. They looked up to see a tall man with light brown hair in a short cut, one brown and one blue eye, and fair skin walking up to them. He wore a white dress shirt with pens in a pocket, a black belt, blue jeans, and white dress shoes. He looked older, probably in his 40's or 50's, with visible age on his face and on his hands. He smiled down with half closed eyes at the children, seeming content.

George looked at the man's name tag, on his shirt pocket, reading the name, "Frank." He tilted his head to one side and asked, "Who are you?"

A small laugh came from the man. "I'm one of the owners of this fine pizzeria, children. Not only that, but I'm one of two people who has owned the Freddy Fazbear business from day one." When the children seemed surprised at his words, he held out his hand for George to shake. "Frank Letterman. I'm the owner of this fabulous pizzeria."

The yellow suited boy let out a soft gasp and shook the hand held out to him. "Oh, my gosh! The owner of Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria himself?! Well, it's an honor to meet you, sir!"

The orphaned kids stood from their seats and watched Frank as he looked over each and every one of them. Fredrickson spoke up and asked, "Well, it's nice to say hi to you, but why are you here at closing, Mr. Letterman?"

Frank let out another chuckle. "Well, sometimes, I come in to make sure closing goes well. My great employees can't always do everything by themselves, you know." He looked behind him as a door clicked shut and was locked, the entrance door.

George realized this and his eyes went wide. "Oh, dear! We'd better get going, my father is probably worried about where I am this time of night."

Chelsea nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and Mrs. Nettle might notice we're gone by now!"

Before the children could move though, Frank stated, "Well, actually, I wanted them to close the doors once everyone else had left."

Felix looked up at him. "What? Why?"

"Well, because…" He crouched down to meet the eyes of the five children. "I have something to tell all of you."

"Can you tell us fast, Mr. Letterman," Fredrickson asked. "We've gotta get back to the orp–I mean… to our house soon!"

"I'll try to be quick, kiddo. What I wanted to tell you all…" He looked behind him, as if to make sure no one was watching, then back to the children. "Is that you all… well, you're my best customers."

The kids seemed aghast for a second, looking at him with wide eyes and mouths agape. Bonnibel suddenly shouted, "REALLY?!"

Frank nodded. "Really. You kids come here all the time! You seem to really enjoy the pizza, the games, everything! And I love seeing you guys listen to my robots here! Felix, I've seen how intently you listen to Foxy!"

The redheaded boy chuckled, excitement visible in his eye without the patch. "I mean… I wanna be a pirate just like him someday. I wanna be as cool as he is!"

"I can understand that." Frank stood back up. "What I'm trying to say is: You kids are great ones to have in the pizzeria, and I'm glad you came here. I wanted to reward you five for being such great customers by giving you all a little gift!"

The orphaned children seemed to bounce up and down in delight, while George frowned a bit. Something about Frank's face, his cheerful attitude, and how kind he seemed… was a little strange. He seemed awfully cheerful about this, and something about that didn't sit well in George's gut. He returned his hazel eyes to the owner and asked, "What kind of reward?"

Frank moved his eyes back to George. "Well, my boy, I was thinking… some old Fazbear merchandise and toys to celebrate? I have quite a few in the backstage area!"

Fredrickson grabbed onto George's hand. "C'mon, Georgie! This is the owner of our favorite place! We come here all the time! He seems super nice! And didn't you say you wanted a Freddy toy to take home?"

George blinked a couple of times, before smiling weakly. "I mean, yes, I did say that–"

"Then let's go! I'm sure we can trust Mr. Letterman!" The younger boy's gaze held so much pleading in it, that same gaze that had broken George's heart when they first met. "Please, George? We'll get our toys, then we can head home and you can show your dad!"

"...I mean… I suppose we can do that."

Frank clapped his hands in delight. "Well then, you guys head through that door next to the stage, I'll be right there! I just need to grab something from my office, but I'll be there in a moment!"

Fredrickson, Bonnibel, Chelsea, and Felix practically tripped over each other in the process of running to the room. George watched Frank walk towards the back office for a moment, then turned and followed his friends after the man disappeared behind the doors to said office.

The sounds of two sets of footsteps followed soon after, following the forms of an adult wearing a golden bear costume and a teenager wearing a black suit with white stripes and a white mask over his face. The sounds of knives being pulled from their covers rang through the air.

The door to the backstage closed behind them.

And then, the screams rang out.

"Frank grabbed onto me first. He… he grabbed my arm and… I still remember screaming as loud as I could when I saw it. When I saw the knife. I remember the pain… that twisting, turning feeling, and I remember hearing my shouts, Bonnie and Chelsea's shouts, and Felix crying in horror. I remember George shouted at the others to run, and I could only try to follow them until the kid in the black suit grabbed me and held me down by an arm and a leg."

Mike's blue eyes were wide in absolute horror and they were flooding over. He hadn't cried this hard in ages, and he had to keep himself from just sobbing and yelling out in mourning and despair. He looked up at Freddy as he finished speaking, his lip trembling.

Bonnie finally spoke up after the bear stopped. "He stabbed me too."

Mike asked, "What," in a horrified voice.

A loud sob came from Bonnie, before she responded in a strained voice, "He stabbed me. I tried to get out, I tried, and… Frank came after me. He grabbed me, had that other person hold me down, and he stabbed me."

Mike's mouth was slightly agape, and he turned his head to look at Chica and Foxy. "Did… did he kill you both the same way?"

Foxy nodded. "Chelsea here tried to fight back the most outta all of us. I watched… I watched Frank bash her head into the floor tryin' to keep the lass from flailing. It was… it was horrifyin', lad. I probably screamed the loudest of all of us."

"I'm… genuinely surprised no one heard you outside the wall, Felix," Chica responded. "I could still hear you after he smacked me into the floor and I lost hearing in one ear."

Mike's chest hurt. It hurt and twisted and his heart was aching. He was literally hearing the words of how four children twenty years ago died at the hands of someone they thought they could trust. They died because of the man that ran their favorite place. And he couldn't even fathom the idea of four kids whom no one cared for ended up with such a fate. They had died in a slow, agonizing way and they didn't deserve that. They didn't. No child deserves such an end to their life.

Mike suddenly squeezed his eyes shut and shouted out, "WHY?! FOR WHAT REASON?! What kind of sick bastard would murder innocent children like that?!"

Freddy looked at the human in surprise as he began to snivel and sob. Mike buried his face in his hands and put his elbows on the table, crying out into them. He stayed that way for several minutes as the animatronics watched him. His breaths began to grow ragged, as if he was struggling for air between his cries. There was no other movement.

Mike suddenly felt two large, fuzzy arms wrap around him in a surprisingly soft embrace. His blue eyes opened a bit to see Bonnie had stepped out of her chair and was holding onto him. Mike looked up at her with a trembling lip, seeming highly aghast from Bonnie's actions. He returned the embrace with a soft cry, and he found himself holding onto Bonnie as well as he could despite her much bigger proportions.

Freddy's eyes were wide in shock. How long had it been since Bonnie had made any kind of physical contact with anyone? True contact, not just the kind she had had when they had injured the previous guard. No, this was different. She was confiding in Mike, finding true sympathy with him. And that made Freddy's heart hurt.

Mike held onto Bonnie for a while, eyes shut with tears flowing from their creases and down his face. He couldn't stop himself, even if he wanted to, and when Bonnie finally let go of him, he slumped back into his chair and clenched his fists in his lap.

The guard tried to take a few deep breaths to calm himself, because he knew he was about to have a mental breakdown if he didn't.

When the night guard finally was able to speak again, he asked in a terrified, quiet voice, "What did… what did he do with your bodies?"

"He… stuffed 'em into the robots," Foxy answered. "We've been in 'em long enough that nothin' remains. Nothin' but our souls. We've been here for over twenty years. We've tried again and again to escape, but we… we can't. We can't move on."

Mike pursed his lips. "But… why can't you?"

"Because… something happened after we died, and we have unfinished business here, Mike."

The human turned to look at Freddy when he said those words. "What do you mean?"

"Well, after a couple of years in the suits, we… we heard of the investigation into our deaths going cold from a couple of officers who came in here with their kids. It was… it made me angrier than anything. It made me angry to know that that bastard covered his tracks so well that he baffled the authorities and that we'd never get the closure we needed to move on. So, for a few months, we tried to see if we could figure out how to use the animatronics. Not just stay in them, but…"

"Possess them," Mike asked.

"Yes," Freddy answered. "We went from simple spirits to those who could control objects and move them. Bonnie was the first to figure out how to do it. She's… she's always been a fast learner."

Bonnie lifted her head to look at Mike as his blue gaze moved to her. She nodded and stated, "Once I figured it out, I taught the others how to. We used the night time, when no one was here, to get practice in. Back then, there weren't even any night guards, so we had time to master using the animatronics as vessels. And, after we did… we did something that we thought would bring us closure."

Mike was almost afraid to ask, but he needed to know. "What did you do?"

"We killed Frank."

The night guard turned his head to look at Chica as those words hit his ears, and his mouth fell agape. "You did what?"

"We killed him. Granted, we used our spirit forms to make him realize his actions had bad consequences, and we hurt him mentally more than physically. Once we had scared him bad enough almost enough for him to have a heart attack, Freddy poisoned him with cyanide to make it look like a suicide. The authorities who investigated his death within the next few months ruled it as such."

Chica sighed deeply. "It's not like they could prove that we killed him, and they couldn't find any other way he could have died with how we framed it. These suits don't even have fingerprints to leave behind, and we did such little physical damage to him and the pizzeria, they didn't even think of someone possibly breaking in and killing him."

Freddy furrowed his brows. "We did it to get revenge and try to ruin the reputation of the pizzeria. But then… after Frank's death, his son took over. And everything was normal for a while. When he started to hire nightguards to watch over the place at night, we started attacking them to try and repeat the process of running this place into the ground. But they couldn't ever figure that we were causing the damage. Frank's son always assumed the employees were getting clumsy and careless and fired them or let them quit. That last night guard, Scott? We injured him enough that the current manager knows something is up, but he doesn't think twice about it."

Mike nods in agreement. "That makes sense. Mr. Jonston seems so carefree about everything. I don't think he even realizes something is… really wrong about this place. He didn't even believe me when I told him about the robots trying to… to kill me."

There was a long silence after those words were spoken, one that was filled with Mike's soft sniffling and light whirring coming from the vents and airways overhead. Everyone just kept their heads bowed as Mike tried to finish what he could of his pizza. When he had eaten all but three slices, Chica stood and took the platter back to the kitchen.

The man looked up finally, meeting the blue eyes of Freddy. He could see clear distress on the bear's face as he put his top hat back on, and Mike held his own hat close to his chest. When Mike finally swallowed up his despair enough to speak, he murmured out a soft, "Freddy… I… I'm so sorry. I… I had no idea… I… I really didn't."

Author's Note: Seems like the kids didn't get a peaceful end to their lives... and now Mike understands why they're the way they are.

But is there something more to this? What could the future hold for Mike and the animatronics now that he knows?

Tune in for more next week!