Daytime: Mike's apartment

Mike is telling Jennifer about his first night on the phone. "You were, what?"

"I swear to you I'm not making this up. The animatronics were trying to kill me!"

Laughter was heard "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Michael, that's the funniest thing I've ever heard! The same characters who lived in kids' hearts for a decade tried to kill you!? Between that joke and the sister location, you might as well submit some fan illustrations to Fazbear Frights because they would love to have you."

"Jennifer!"

"What? You seriously expected me to buy such a ridiculous story?" Mike gets silent. "Now listen here, Michael, I understand that you don't want anything to do with the place, but I don't have any other position for you, so unless you give me a legitimate reason for releasing you from your job, if you give me another excuse again, I'm going to write you up. Have a nice day."

The call ends, much to Mike's dismay. "The worst part is that even before this job, I used to have nightmares about Freddy's animatronics, a poetic punishment considering-" Fortunately, there's one other person he could call "Vanny!"

Mike calls Vanessa, "Hello?"

"Vanny, this is Mike. Can I talk to you alone?"

"Hmph, hmph. Going bold, are we?"

Mike blushes. "No, it's not like that!" "I mean, I would like that, but this is not the right scenario." "Can we please meet up?"

"Sure, I will take a break at Hurricane Park anyway. Just note this does count as a date."

"Great, thank you." The call ends, and Mike gets himself ready to leave

Hurricane Park

As Mike heads to the park in casual but neat clothes, he sees Vanessa on a bench. She turns her head and sees Mike. They smile as Mike joins her. "So, how was your first night?"

And Mike's smile fades, confusing Vanessa. "Not good, huh? Let me guess, a couple of vandals were gang members, and you had to navigate through a shootout."

Mike laughs weakly. "Heh, heh. If only that were the truth."

"What do you mean?" Mike tells Vanessa everything while she supports a blank face. "So this is why you wanted to talk? Because the way I see it, I have two choices. I could either believe you or think you're crazy." Mike sighs as he palms his face. "Let's say that your story is true." Mike's face lights up. "Do you have any clues, evidence, or proof of this?"

"Clues, evidence, or proof. There's only one place I can think of that has it." "The cameras. I can get the recording of their movements and show it to you, and double J."

Vanessa smiles. "Good plan; show the video to me first."

"Got it." The two got up from the bench and took a walk. "Though I have another question,"

"You want me to give you more electrical weapons?"

"Am I that obvious?"

"Yes. Yes, you are."

"Well, there's that, but why are you willing to hear me out?"

Vanessa's tone went somber. "I had a father in 1987 who worked as a night shift guard at Freddy's."

"What!?"

"Yep, this isn't some regular attack, too; he received a bite to the head so big and powerful that it can only be done by a big, wild animal."

Mike's mind flashes back to a crying child and Fredbear. "Or, in this case, an animatronic."

Vanessa nods. "I became a cop to find out what happened and avenge my father, but I couldn't find enough evidence to do it."

"And you didn't tell me all of this before because,"

"I want to be professional and unbiased. Make no mistake, I still think that what you did was an accident, and I don't think of you as a suspect. We're going to get through this together, OK?"

Mike smiles as they leave the park "OK"

Meanwhile, at the Pizzeria

PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!*

A boxing glove punches a purple pixelated paint face on the parts and service wall. Suzie enters with Ron in tow and sees Jacob and Alanna watching the glove in a line. Their heads turn to see Suzie and Ron.

"Let me guess, he's in there," Ron asked snarky

"Yep," Alanna answered bluntly

"How long?" Suzie concernedly asked

"Hmm, over an hour," Jacob calculated

"So, in other words, we won't get our turn," Ron asked again, and Jacob and Alanna nodded. "*sigh* I'm going to the arcade. Call me when the wall is free."

Ron leaves backstage, and Suzie sees a boxing glove on the side.

Jacob and Alanna have a conversation. "Someone should do something about him, Jacob."

"I know, Alanna, but we all know how he gets once we miss our target."

"Yeah, but we all have a one-hour limit on who hits the wall, and he's abusing it."

"However, even if we did go for the other glove, he would only yell and curse at us for getting in his way, and out of all of us, he's the most vengeful and unforgiving."

PUNCH!/PUNCH!*

Another punch was heard at the wall, stunning the two. They turn and see another boxing glove floating beside the first one.

"Oh, fuck" they covered their ears as they except yelling to happen.

Something came out of the first glove, revealing Cassidy supporting a glare. Something came out of the second glove, revealing Suzie, who smiled at Cassidy. "If it's too much trouble to ask, can I be your partner, please?"

Cassidy's face softened upon seeing Suzie's face, and they turned to the purple target with a dismissive answer, "Whatever."

"Hee, hee. What a sweet gentleman you are."

"Just keep up with me, and don't slow down, will ya!?" Cassidy ordered as he entered the glove and continued hitting the purple wall

Suzie says one more sentence before she enters the glove, and despite her smile, her tone is dripping with venom: "With pleasure."

The two floating gloves beat the wall with vengeful, violent force, causing the two patient kids to sigh and leave backstage to accept not getting their turn soon.

"Of course, other than our leader, only one person can put a leash on him. Hell, he wouldn't even allow us to call him by his first name," Jacob points out.

"Well, to be frank, Jason sounds much more boyish than his first one. Besides, apart from our leader, Suzie was the first. She saw everything." The two kids shudder as Alanna finishes that sentence. Speaking of which, where is she?"

"Up on the rooftop. Last night affected her just as badly."

The roof

sob, sob, sob*

The leader sits parallel to the pizzeria sign, crying at her failed plan, with multiple bruises on her clown-faced body. Walking beside her is a dark-skinned, bushy, brown-haired boy in a yellowish-green long-sleeved shirt with orange color and light blue jeans. He hands her a rag. "You're feeling alright?"

She takes the rag. "Gabriel, we failed to get our revenge on our murderer," She clinched her fist. "And what's worse, that bastard has the nerve to mess with my other body!"

Gabriel sits beside her. "Look, we just need a strategy change and keep our tempers in check, especially your brother."

"Yeah, you're right, but to his credit, he put me above that slaughterer."

"Even so, now he knows the animatronics he used to stuff our bodies in." Multiple cuts and a black top hat briefly appear on Gabriel. "Can move now. No matter what, we must capture this monster and take him to the secret room so she can give us our lives back."

"*sniff* you're right. It's just that I'm not just angry that he killed me; I'm angry at myself for dying, leaving daddy, and being the first string of murders that would leave this kid's paradise a tarnished memory, with my family's reputation smeared on the wall." the leader stands up and looks at the waving pizzeria sign "I don't just want to avenge both my life or all of our lives. I want to avenge my family's dignity and Freddy Fazbear's credibility."

Gabriel stands and places his hand on the leader's shoulder. "And that's why you're our leader, Charlotte Aemilius."

This causes the girl to push him to the side lightly. "It's "Charlie Emily," Gabe,"

"What? It's a nice name."

"It makes me feel like I'm this high-ordered princess who all must envy, and frankly, it was the main reason why I was locked out and was-" Charlie's sentence trailed off as she flashed back to when she was still alive. She was standing at the locked front doorway of the pizzeria, and behind her was a purple silhouette.

She clenched her fist, and Gabriel took it. "Sorry. I didn't mean to."

"I-I-It's fine, y-you didn't know. Now, let's devise a new plan for the purple man."

3rd Night

Mike returned to the pizzeria despite everything that had happened, only to come prepared, this time with a taser stick, armor, a gun, a box, and a backpack. Doing an I'm watching you gesture to both balloon kids, he quickly steps into the office and locks both doors, earning the ire of Suzie, Ron, and Jermey, listening through the kitchen door. "Repugnant coward." "Big man willing to take our lives away but is too afraid to lose his," Suzie and Ron complained in their murdered form.

"It can't be helped since he's smart enough to get away with our murder, but the main thing here is to follow Charlie's plan and capture him, and once that happens," knife cuts and bunny ears appear on the pale Jermey. "We'll enjoy watching him die." The three kids nodded in agreement and headed to their positions.

The Office

Mike placed his backpack on his box, positioned below the vent, and headed to the monitors. He began switching the screen from The Main Hall to the dining area, to The Arcade area, to the prize corner, to the show stage, to Pirate's Cove, to The Party Rooms, to Chica's kitchen, to the supply closet, to the backstage, to the parts and service area, and all of the vents in rapid succession. He stops at the show stage and sees Carl missing; Mike switches the screen to the vents and sees the cupcake rolling down the metallic catacombs.

"Oh, no, you don't." Mike grabs the laptop and rolls behind the vent, squishing his backpack between his weight and the vent, and after a few seconds, passed

Crash!*

Carl hits the ventilated gate, but instead of breaking it, he finds himself knocked back a couple of inches. Anger flows in his eyes as he nibbles at the metal gate to reach Mike, who's now smiling smugly at his flawless plan.

"Nice try, Mr. Cupcake, but that bag is filled with the biggest books Vanny can loan me. Even if you chew through the metal, you must overcome that obstacle. All that's left is to keep my eye on the doors."

Mike prepares his tasers as Carl rolls back to Chica. He shakes his head, widening Chica's eyes. She then turns to Freddy and Bonnie and points to the ground. Knowing what that means, the animatronics deactivate themselves as Gabriel, Jermey, Suzie, and Ron hide under the stage.

Under the show stage

"HE EVEN BLOCKED THE VENT!?"

'Ron nodded to the outraged question. "We need another plan, and fast."

"Ok, in that case, let's just break those stupid doors down!" Jermey suggested with his fist in his palm.

Gabriel, however, shot it down. "We can't do that. Otherwise, we'll be no better than a vandal. Charlie wants to avenge everything related to us and this place, and between her father and the fact that she was the actual first, we should respect that."

Suzie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Oh, blow it out your hat, Gabriel."

"excuse me?"

"We all know that you just wanted to please your girlfriend."

Gabriel sighed out of annoyance as he shook his head. "Suzie, please don't tell me that your alternative is to get your aggressive boyfriend to teleport into the office and create a huge mess."

Suzie stutters "W-Wh-What!? Aggressive!?"

"You're defensive towards that?" Ron thought

"Let me ask you a question, Gabriel, even if we get this guy, and she can give us our lives back, what makes you remotely THINK that I would EVER want to see this hellhole again!? We all hate this place now. Even Cassidy, and he's the brother of the girl you're trying to defend. I say let's just get this purple piece of shit and leave any form of collateral damage be damned!" the two spirits are locked in a staring contest with their murdered form present.

Jermey and Ron looked on with awkward looks on their faces. 'Yikes. I know that we were murdered and all, but I was under the impression that Suzie is the girliest girl in the pizza house,' Ron whispered to Jeremy.

'Yeah, but 31 years in prison can change a person. Can you do me a favor and make sure Charlotte and Cassidy don't hear this?'

'You mean Charlie and Jason?'

'Just do it.' Ron peeks around the stage

Jermey divides Gabriel and Suzie. "Okay, break it up, you two. Between all of this and his weapons, armor, and prep plan, it's safe to say we need to be as clever as him, if not more so."

"Uh, news flash, Jerry. Most of us were killed at ten years of age. Meaning that our overall knowledge is around 4th to 5th grade level!"

"Ronald!" Jeremy continues, "I'm trying to say I have an idea that can satisfy both, but we need Ron, Brook, and Lisa."

The Office

buzz, buzz* Mike's radio to Vannessa buzzes, and he picks up.

"Mike, this is Vanny. Come in, Mike. Over."

"Loud and clear, Vanny. This is Mikey, who is currently alive and well. Over."

"Copy that Mike, how's the animatronics? Over"

"Carl tried to get me through the vent, but my backpack, with your books inside, worked like a charm. Over"

"Roger. I assumed you closed and locked both doors? Over."

"Affirmative. I'm even watching the two doors with my zappers ready as we speak. Over"

"Ten-four Mike. Now, remember to keep your guard up and be on standby, so you get the recording of the animatronics in action. Double J will be in your demand. I'll be on standby as well for your results. Over"

"Ten-four Vanny. Out." The communication ends with Mike chuckling as he hears rumbling in the vent. "Let's see what your plan is now." Mike flips the screen to see Bonnie in the main hall and Chica in the kitchen with Carl on her plate, "Hmph. Predicta-Wait. Carl's with Chical!? Then who's in the vent?" Mike switches screens to the vent and sees the Mangle charging through the vent. "Oh, shoot."

CRASH!*

SLAM!*

CRUSH!*

Mangle crashes onto the gate and makes Mike launch off his seat. Mike was able to catch himself, but this caused the laptop to leave his hands and hit the wall, breaking it in the process.

"SHIT!"

Hearing this, Suzie and Ron send each other malicious smiles about their target's suffering, and Ron asks Carl to get to the vent.

Mike looks around and sees pieces of the Mangle scattered everywhere. The Foxy head, in particular, is biting down his backpack. The Mangle then proceeds to build itself back up again. Mike prepared the taser stick, but it was too late as Carl leaped out of the vent and aimed for Mike's face. Fortunately, though, Mike intercepts this attack by swinging his arm towards the cupcake, thus making him bite the arm instead, which would have broken the bone if it weren't for the arm armor, reducing the pain equivalent to a level 2 dog bite, making him drop the stick.

Crunch!*

"YOW! Holly, hell!" As Mike attempts to fight off Carl with the regular taser from last night, Mangle's fox head spits out of the bag and launches toward Mike's face. Mike intercepts the upcoming attack again with his other arm, with the same results as with his defense from Carl, except it's more of a level 3 bite.

CRUNCH!*

"GOD IN HEAVEN, THE ARMOR WAS A GOOD IDEA!" Mike stumbles to a wall with no tasers as he tries to remove the biting animatronics. "The good news is that the unfinished head's mouth is so small in comparison that even if it does go for my face, the worst I would have received is a bloody nose," Mike thought to himself as the unfinished head finished resembling itself. However, instead of biting, the Mangle begins to choke him instead.

"GAK!"

The Mangle speaks,

"̴͍̞̟͐̅͘M̷̡̥͈̼͎͙̃̓̓̄̍̾̈́́̂̇̕͠Ṳ̵̢̢͕̥͉̭̝͓͎̖͂R̸̡̢̛̛̻̳͚͔̝̗͍̟̱̹͙͎̽́͐̍̌͆͐̓̕D̸̢̨̟͇̼͓̪̪̩͎̐̄͛̈́͝E̸͎̫͖͊͒̇́R̸̛̫͚̬͙̙̯̈͛̐̌̍͘E̶͍̾̄̋̀̎̄͒͆̂̒̀R̷̮̪͔͓̮̻̳͒̀͋̈̍̈́͐̀̂̌̾!̴̮̙̄̑͑̃͌͘"̷̨̘̤͎̱̬͍̳͑̑̾̌̇͂̆̂̌͂

'What?'

"̶̟̳͕͕̥͂͂̄̊̄̀̂̓̋͐̊̚͜͝W̵͔͈͓͓̞̯̹̦̤̞̘̱̭̱͛͗̅̐͊͌̄͋́͌͐̔̕H̸̨̢̤̟̖̤̞̟̹͇̘̮̖͔͖̜͊̆̈́̇͒͐̂̈̃̃̏̓̇͘ͅỴ̶̭̪͉̓̃͗̍̍̏͐͗͑̿͊̾̉!̵̘̪̻̮͚̞͔͕̜̩̃̅̔̔͗?̵̛̩̖̬͕͎̪̣̇͑̇́͑̌͝ ̵̢̛̹̹̹͓̻̰̣͓͍̼̒̉̉́͊̉́̃͒̃͆̂̅̉̈͠W̸̨̜̞͙̼͚͛͂͜͝Ḩ̸̲̦̭̯͕̘̞͙͈̥̪̞͂̏͜Y̵̹̦̏̄ ̶̡͔̪̗̗̞̼͓͍͉͓̘͇̠̄́̍D̵̞͒̕Ĭ̷̧̨̞̦͓̱̼͚̳͍̭̞͓̭͈̻̭̄̇̐̌D̸͈̰̓̆̋͛̆̀̆ ̸̺̫͇͒̔͂̎͗Y̵̼̭̒̄͌̔Ợ̸̊̇̑́̀̀͝͠U̵̧̡̝̣̮̙̠̼̽ ̶̻̹̹͙̼͈͓̼͋́̂̀̈͒͒̌̑̑́͊͠Ķ̷͈͈͚̘͇̬͉͋̈͛̿̇͒̇͊̃̑͊̆̆̀̊̚̚Ì̶̻̙̤̰̘̫͈͖̓͌̌̋́̆̔L̶͉̏̄̎̂͘͝͝L̸̢̩͖͓̥͍̭͚̟͙̯̭̅̈́̀̽̂͋͑͆́͗̉͆́̊͛̚͝ ̷̱̣̘͔̳͓̮͓̍̉̄͋͂̋̆̆͂̚͝Ǘ̴̮̱͙̦͓̺̣̌Ş̷̡̳̠̫͕̞̪͚͍̖̀͆̆̐͜ͅͅ!̷̢̛̮͇̦̳̻͓̮̙̉͊͑̇̾̈́́͒̀̈́̋̉͠?̸̧̯̜̻͙͉͍̤̲̥̘̙͋̀̂̃̉̎̽͠͠ͅ"

Mike's confusion intensifies. 'What are you saying?'

The grip from the bites and hands gets tighter, angering the animatronics to the point of partially relieving something, or in this case, someone. In addition to Ron, two girls from the mangle animatronics appear. From the foxy head is a caucasian with brown hair, a ponytail, and bangs wearing a light blue shirt with ruffles at the bottom and its sleeves and blue jeans, and from the unfinished head is a Latina with two long, dark brown braids on the front, each capped with a pink/green ribbon with bangs wearing a purple shirt with short sleeves below her dark purple overalls. Each kid is pale-skinned with multiple cuts and has black Ichor flowing down their eyes.

'WHAT THE-GHOST!?'

SLAM!*

The Latina girl used Mangle to slam Mike at the wall. "SHUT UP, YOU PURPLE FUCK! YOU LURED US, KILLED US, STUFFED US, AND THEN YOU HAVE THE GALL TO COME BACK AND PRETEND THAT YOU'RE INNOCENT!?"

Mike's consciousness is starting to break as everything slowly fades to black. "Man, I wish that laptop wasn't jacked. I mean, I'm seeing ghosts. GHOST! And for some reason, they think I killed them, but I have never even seen any of them before. I need to get free, but how?" As Mike desperately looks around for an opening, he sees the overhanging light above Mangle. Using the arm occupied by Carl, he quickly shoots at the cord of the light, making it land on Mangle and shock everyone in the office

BANG!*

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!*GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!*

Mike was knocked out and entered a dream.

Birthday Slash

Mike wakes up and sees the identical two girls messing with mangles. "Aww, that's cute."

Suddenly, a man in a purple uniform who looks like Mike appears behind them. "Dad?" Mike squinted, and he saw the name tag on him. The name tag confused him even more: "William, Afton?"

He takes the girls to a party room, where the birthday song is performed: "Happy Birthday to you…"

Mike's smile faded from the singing, "I should have done that from the beginning. Then we wouldn't be in this mess. Hope the girls enjoy the party."

Mike turns to leave. "Happy birthday, to-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Mike turns around and hears blood-curdling screams. He burst through the door and was stunned by what he'd seen. In addition to the two girls messing with Mangle, Mike sees a blond boy, an African American boy, and a ponytailed girl butchered into pieces; the centerpiece of it all is the same man in purple as before. He turns to Mike, wordlessly revealing a bloody knife. Mike was so in shock that he froze as the man wiped the blood away from the knife in one stroke and lunged to him to slash him.

The Office

"AH!"

Mike joltedly wakes up from his nightmare, seeing all of the animatronics stunted by Mike's quick thinking. Mike hears an alarm on his phone, signaling the end of his shift. Mike picks up what's left of the laptop, but he hasn't forgotten about Bonnie and Chica, so he empties his backpack and packs the unconscious animatronics in the bag. He puts it on, pulls out Mangle's unfinished head, and unlocks the door to the main hall, where Bonnie immediately opens it. He would have struck Mike if it hadn't been for Mike holding the unfinished head, as his head is so tiny he could crush it with his bare hands.

"Let me out now, or else you won't see her again," He said sternly.

Bonnie balls his fist, wanting to slug him, but he sees the head wake up, registers what is happening, and bites Mike. The other problem is that even though it was strong enough to draw blood, it wasn't enough for him to let go, so fear flowed into its eyes. Seeing that fear, Bonnie reluctantly let Mike pass. Mike leaves and turns around to keep an eye on Bonnie. Once he reached the door, he put the head back inside the bag and slid it to him. Without saying a word, Mike leaves and locks the place quickly.

PUNCH!*

Anger flows through Bonnie as he side-punches the wooden door to the office without saying a word.

Daytime: Mike's apartment

"You broke the laptop!" Vanessa asked in shock as she saw an armor-worn and bruised Mike.

"I didn't know that mangle can vent travel."

"*sigh* do you at least have it?"

"Yep," Mike presents to her what's left of the computer, causing her face to be buried in her hands.

"Michael, how does this reflect me as a police officer? Now I have to get this fix, and you better pray to god that you're telling the truth because otherwise, I would have you under arrest for false accusations, vandalism, and that mall assault, understood!?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Vanessa turns to leave with the broken laptop, only to be stopped by Mike. "Wait, I have two questions to ask."

Vanessa sends a glare. "Only two?"

Mike nods "*sigh* fine make it quick"

"Do you believe in ghosts?"

Vanessa squinted. "Does this relate to-"

"Yes, it does."

"All I'm going to say is that you better be telling the truth."

"Fair enough. Here, a better one."

Vanessa raised an eyebrow.

"Do you know of a man named William Afton?"

Author's notes: And I'll be stopping right here. How do you like my introduction to William Afton? Because I purposely made his appearance short, simple, and straight to the point, and if you're wondering, why would Mike ask about him like he is a stranger? I'll reveal it in the next chapter, along with this "She who will give them their life back" the ghost keeps talking about. Stay tuned, everyone;)