Author's Note:Hiiiii, everyone!

Thank you guys for all the nice reviews, it really makes me happy to know that you guys like this story so far!

And kingbean777205: Unfortunately Charlie will not be appearing, Charlie doesn't really exist in my AU and the Puppet is a different entity all together in my AU. Thank you for asking though!

When we left off, Bonnie was trying to get the rest of the animatronics to trust Mike enough to tell him something important about them. It seems like the phone guy wasn't as correct about their intentions as he made himself out to be...

Mike felt his jaw drop enough that it would have fallen to the floor if it wasn't attached to his face. He stared at Freddy in shock beyond anything he had ever felt before. The human and the robots stayed in silence for a few moments, then Mike finally spoke.

"Wait… you… you… are you talking about those kids that disappeared from the Monroe and Sonny Orphanage in 1980?"

Foxy's hunched posture straightened up in surprise. "You know about that, Mike?"

"Yeah. My parents told me about it when I was younger. I was born in 1982, but when I was old enough to understand, my parents told me. It was such a crazy story to them, because never had children gone missing without a trace in the whole county, or even the city. They told me this was the first case of its kind in the city. I actually did a research project on it in my first year of high school. What do you guys know about it?"

The animal animatronics shared a long stare with each other, before Freddy looked back down at Mike as he took a bite out of his second slice of pizza. There was something in Mike's blue eyes that Freddy couldn't help but frown at. It was like there was a sense of understanding and kindness that hadn't been there before. Something that made the bear realize he could trust this night guard.

Not like anyone else who was living that came to this damn pizzeria.

Mike looked up at the bear and the animatronic seemed to be very deep in thought. "Hey… you okay, Freddy?"

Freddy looked back at the human and found himself sighing. "Mike… do you know what actually happened to those children?"

The guard shook his head. "No. No sources I looked at said that police ever found their bodies, or any sign of the last place they had been. The employees at the orphanage said they watched the kids leave to go out and play, and then… they never found them, or any sign or where they had gone. It was really crazy from what I heard. It was as if the kids had never… never existed. And when they tried to find their birth parents, they were all either deceased or missing, too."

Freddy made a noise as if letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Well… at least you've educated yourself more than most people who talk about the subject."

Mike raised a brow in piqued curiosity. "Why are you asking me about this, Freddy?"

The bear slowly reached up and took the little black top hat off his fuzzy head. He set it on the table next to Mike's platter, and he spoke in a voice he had never used with the night guard.

"Mike… we're not just robots. The robots are just… vessels. We figured that out a long time ago."

Mike blinked, before his eyes widened in realization. His mind finally put two and two together, and his mouth fell agape once again. He put a hand on the table. "Are… are you… are you saying you're–you're the children that went missing?! You guys are the Monroe and Sonny Orphanage kids?!"

Bonnie let out a soft, sob-like noise and nodded. Mike heard this and looked over at her, seeing the rabbit burying her face into her hands. Chica and Foxy bowed their heads in what seemed like mourning, and Freddy's blue eyes glowed very dimly as he looked at the night guard.

Freddy nodded. "We are."

Mike's shocked face didn't move for a few moments, before his blue eyes began to water and he asked, "Wait… does that mean… you're… you're–"

"Dead," Foxy butted in. "If that's what yer sayin', lad, than yer right."

Mike had glanced at the pirate when he spoke, but Bonnie's soft sobs drew his attention as she began to cry louder. He could only watch the rabbit animatronic as he was overwhelmed with the truth of what he was told. He slumped back in his seat, and Mike took off his hat and held it to his chest. He looked down at the table with tears beginning to streak down his face.

Freddy could see how distraught Mike seemed. "Mike."

"No… no, this place couldn't have… you couldn't have…" Mike returned his eyes to meet the bear's and he shook his head in what seemed like denial. "No, this place is supposed to be a safe place for kids! A fun place! One where they don't have to worry about anything! There's just… how–what–what could have happened?! How did this place end up with you guys… with you… how… how?"

Freddy held his hand out to Mike. For a second, the guard didn't know how to react. The leader of the Fazbear gang suddenly spoke, and his question shook the living man to his very core.

"Do you want to know what happened?"

Mike could still hear Bonnie crying out and noticed how silent Foxy and Chica were. In that moment, all he could focus on was the feeling of dread that now rested in his heart. Mike wasn't sure how such a safe and wonderful place for kids could have ended up with four of them dead, but… he had a bad feeling about it.

Despite what he felt, Mike nodded. "I… Freddy, I wanna know."

A nod was given from Freddy. He sat back in his seat, as if an old soldier preparing to tell his tales of the war he had been in. He then moved to sit with one leg crossed over the other, hands clasped in his lap.

"Well, Mike, it started when we were all about… eight years old…"

"C'mon, guys, hurry! Mrs. Nettle might see us!"

"We're coming, Freddy!"

"It's Chelsea who's the slow one, Freddy!"

"Hey! I'm chubby, you can't blame me!"

A little brown haired, blue eyed boy rolled his eyes as he watched his friends run towards him and the large bush that lined one of the fences to their home. "Home" was a funny word to use for this place. It felt like anything but that when it came to these four children.

Fredrickson knew it as his three friends did. No one ever spared them a glance or looked at them like they were worthy of anything. No adults ever wanted to see more of them. No one cared about these kids. They were outcasts in the orphanage. They had been here for years.

Bonnibel was the one who found the hole in the fence. Fredrickson had been told it probably wasn't a good idea by Chelsea, but he was the first one to go through it. It led to an old street that seemed pretty abandoned, and the four kids didn't really think much of that at the time.

Then, the boy in the yellow suit came.

"Felix, hurry up!"

Fredrickson snapped from his thoughts when he heard Bonnibel shout to the redhead boy with the eye patch. Felix made his way to the bushes with his three friends, and they made their way under the foliage and through the kid sized hole in the wire fence.

The street on the other side of the fence was quiet, eerily so. But this never bothered the four children, considering how many times they had snuck out at this point.

It's not like they were missed by anyone when they left.

Chelsea was the last one out of the hole, and she panted as she stood. When she finally caught her breath again, she looked up. "Whooooaaaa. It's foggy back here today!"

Bonnibel nodded and looked both ways down the street. "Yeah, you can't even see what's down there today!"

Fredrickson nodded and looked down towards one end of the street. He squinted when nothing moved. "...Where is he," he asked. "Didn't he say he'd be here by now?"

"But I am, dear Fredrickson!"

The four kids turned their heads to their left to see a taller boy emerge from behind the corner of a large bush, a boy with dark skin, brown hair, and purple eyes. He wore a yellow suit with white accents and white dress shoes. He smiled quite warmly, and that grin grew wider when his friends embraced him.

"Hi, George!" Bonnie squealed.

George chuckled and patted her head, placing his hands behind his back when the four broke their embrace with him. "How are you all doing today?"

Chelsea sighed and rolled her eyes. "It's been a day, George. Miss Nettle tried to say Felix took cookies from the kitchen when it was Marcy who did! She's always trying to get us in trouble for no reason! She doesn't like us."

"Yeah, and this morning, Jack pushed Bonnie and she skinned her knee on the floor!" Fredrickson stated, gesturing to the scratch on his friend's left knee.

George nodded and held out a hand. "I'm terribly sorry for that, my friends. I've heard that this orphanage hasn't always been kind to you. And I feel deep concern for you. But that's why I'm glad we've met. I always try to treat you much better than they do there. That's why I do what I do." He chuckled. "So, are you ready to head to Freddy Fazbear's?"

The four younger children jumped up and down and shouted in excitement. Their friend was always willing to take them to Freddy's every chance he got, and that made them glad they had met in one of the times they had snuck out.

George was the son of a perfume importer who lived in the city, and he had met the children when his father was delivering a perfume to one of the employees, George having tagged along with his dad.

The children had seen George in the lobby with his pretty clothes and asked if he was there with his parents to look for an addition to their family. These children had been so sweet, so kind, and so eager to be adopted. George was heartbroken to say they weren't, but he promised to come back and visit them.

And then, one day, he heard them in the back street and offered to take them to his favorite pizzeria.

The five made their way down a few streets and up a few blocks of the city, making their way to the parking lot and up the sidewalk to the entrance.

The doors opened and the children were welcomed to a familiar sight of flashing lights, happy families, and the animatronics on the stage singing and playing their instruments. Freddy and Chica's voices rang out with the sounds of Bonnie's guitar, and Foxy seemed to be jabbering away in the Pirate's Cove once more.

The younger children waited until George had made his way in and they followed him to the counter. He handed his card to the person at the registers.

"Heya, George! Back with those kiddos," asked the employee.

"Of course," the boy responded. "As usual, Maurice, payment for five children, please."

The man swiped the card, then handed it back to George. "There you go, kiddo. Enjoy, guys!"

George nodded and thanked him, before telling his friends, "Go on, guys. Play and eat to your hearts' desires."

The four orphans squealed in excitement and ran towards the main party room. The older boy followed shortly after, marveling at the smiles on his friends' faces. He loved seeing these kids happy, considering he seemed to be the only person who cared about them in this world. George took a seat at one of the tables besides Felix, chuckling softly.

Little did they even hear voices from behind a door to the backstage area, and two voices whispered to each other, speaking dark words that the children couldn't hear. And as they were readying to leave in the evening, the five children would have no idea their fate would be sealed for years. And it wasn't going to be a peaceful end.