“Oh, Mister Schmidt!” The owner of the pizzeria’s thin face lit up when he saw the night guard walk in the door an hour early, “I’m so glad you could make it early!”
“Yeah, sure,” Mike said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, “Is there a reason you needed me to come in on such short notice?”
“Well, I have a surprise for you and I didn’t know if I’d have it ready until a little while ago!” The owner exclaimed, “Now, right this way.”
Mike felt himself get dragged into the (for some reason) very dark dining room and sat in a chair. He heard the owner bustle over to the lights and once they were turned on, he let out a scream.
There was Foxy in their torn-up attire and partially exposed metal body, Chica is her fluffy little dress with her blonde hair in its usual bun, Bonnie and his guitar were in place, and Freddy still had that horrible smile on his face. The problem was in who was next to them.
A white haired android whose legs and arms were mangled beyond belief, a blonde android who held a smaller pink haired one in her hands, a blue haired what he was guessing was a boy holding an electric guitar, and what looked like a lighter (maybe younger?) version of Freddy.
“Mister Carlson...I don’t think that more androids are a good--”
“Wait, wait! I forgot some!” Carlson exclaimed, running on stage and pulling a small boy android from behind Foxy and a...creepy puppet thing from behind Freddy, “There, perfect!”
“There’s now...eleven androids...or I guess ten androids and a puppet to deal with every night…?” Mike whispered, going pale, “I...I can’t believe this is happening…”
“Oh, don’t worry!” Carlson laughed, “The old ones are from the location in ‘87! They were scrapped due to glitching, but I found them and got them fixed, so they won’t be an issue!”
“Oh...so they’ll just...sit around at night?” Mike asked.
“No, they’ll still wander since they can’t in the day--but they won’t think you’re an android breaking the rules anymore!” Carlson replied, looking at his watch, “Look, it’s pretty close to midnight, how about you start your shift now? Power only gets limited when the clock strikes twelve!”
“I...sure.” Mike sighed; of course this was the old man’s plan all along…
“Thank you, I owe you, alright?” He said with a laugh, “Now go get to your station!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Mike sighed, walking back to the security office and sitting down heavily in the chair, closing both doors for the half hour he could, “Well, cameras--it’s just you, me, and eleven monsters trying to kill me.”
“Are you sure about that?” A voice asked and Mike jumped with a scream, standing and turning to see two practically transparent men floating behind him.
He had to be hallucinating, he had to be. It was like those images he swore he saw flash in his eyes, or that…. that golden version of Freddy that had appeared in front of him on the fourth night who’d occasionally made an appearance since then. That’s what it was, it was the only possibility….
“Uh…hello? Hello!” The second man called, waving a hand in Mike’s face, “You’re the security guard who took over after me, right?”
“Wait…” Mike blinked, “You...you’re the phone guy?”
“Yep, that’s me!” He laughed, “But my name is--”
Whatever his name was, Mike didn’t hear, seeing as he began saying it Foxy appeared, slamming their hands against the door and yelling repeatedly to be let into the room.
“Go back to your cove, Foxy, your banging isn’t taking any power yet.” Mike said with a sigh, turning the light on and glancing at them out the window.
“So Foxy’s still banging on the door...and seeing as you learned their name I’m guessing my attempt to keep you emotionally distant didn’t work,” The guy said with a sigh, “Even calling my favorite just ‘that one’ didn’t do it…”
“Wait, Foxy was your favorite?” Mike asked, “They seem to want me dead more than anyone else...they bang on the door and drain my power! They also don’t stay in their cove for long at all, even when I watch them!”
“I see, that could be a problem…” Phone Guy sighed, “Well then, there’s not much you can do, right?”
“Right,” Mike replied with a sigh, “Too bad for me my power saving strategy might not let me last the night.”
“And what’s your strategy?” The first ghost asked.
“Listen for footsteps, check the lights if I hear them, check Freddy and Foxy on the cameras,” Mike began, “And…. don’t hallucinate.”
“Hallucinate?” He asked, “What do you mean by that?”
“I’ve had some hallucinations, probably stress induced.” Mike began, “Like...pictures flashing in my eyes--saying things like ‘It’s Me,’ which I’ve also seen on Foxy’s sign at Pirate Cove.”
“Is that so?” Phone Guy asked, “Hmmm... anything else?”
“Well...hey, you didn’t tell me your name.” He said, turning to the other ghost.
“Way to dodge the question,” He replied, “I’m Jeremy Fitzgerald, I was the guard at the ‘87 location.”
“Oh...so they...got you?” Mike asked, “I mean, judging by how young you look compared to...er...Phone Guy.”
“Foxy made you not hear my name, huh?” Phone Guy laughed, “Well, I guess the nickname’ll work.”
“Anyway, onto your question,” Jeremy said, sending a glare at Phone Guy, “I got killed at the last birthday party that was held there--the old Foxy glitched and starting walking around--bit my frontal lobe off. Died about a week later.”
“So the Bite of ‘87 thing was all just...just a glitch?” Mike asked.
“No, just the fact Foxy was moving around.” Jeremy said, “They just wanted me to not kill the birthday boy.”
“Why would they even think you’d do that?”
“Because I was planning to do it.” Jeremy said with a shrug, “Guess they saw me after I got the other little brats and I didn’t realize it.”
“Oh...oh my god…” Mike said, backing away from the ghost.
“Now that I think about it, this is a different Foxy, huh?” Jeremy said, not noticing (or just ignoring) Mike’s terror, “I mean, they look a bit different than the one I had to deal with.”
“Actually, they were able to transfer the memory from the oldest androids to these ones!” Phone Guy said, “So...they’re the androids you knew...just with new bodies.”
“Ah, well there goes my plan to get this guy to do the killing for me without the androids realizing it at first.” Jeremy said and Mike shook his head with a sigh, looking at the time.
It was almost midnight, so he might as well open the doors now, he supposed. He pushed the buttons, going back to his chair with a sigh.
“Why not leave the doors closed?” Jeremy asked.
“Well...we’re kinda on limited power at night and I need to last until six in the morning…” Mike replied, rubbing the back of his head.
“Yep! That’s right!” Phone Guy laughed, “Now, Mike, that’s the name, right? I need you to tell me, did you have any other hallucinations--that way I can help you if you have them.”
“Well...sometimes I swear there’s a…. I don’t know...a Freddy in here,” Mike began, “But his hair is longer and it’s yellow or gold or...something. His eyes are also like Freddy’s when he’s moving around--it’s creepy.”
Both the ghosts looked at him in surprise before looking at each other and Phone Guy cleared his throat, “Uh, that wasn’t a hallucination.”
“Sure it was,” Mike replied, “I mean, he just...stood there...maybe got closer and tried to touch me if I stared too long. But he’d disappear when I closed my eyes!”
“He’s not a hallucination, buddy.” Jeremy said, “He bothered me at the end of my week at Freddy’s.”
“I...oh my god...you know what, whatever.” Mike said, “He’s a hallucination as far as I’m concerned...let’s just see where everyone is right now.”
Mike grabbed the tablet ignoring the ghost’s protest at his stubbornness about the golden Freddy he’d see sometimes, looking through all the cameras. Bonnie and the New blonde android seemed to be moving around, but weren’t that close yet. The blue one and Chica were still on the stage along with both Freddy’s (could he call that new one a Freddy?) as well. Looked good so far, he guessed, but Foxy…
He moved to the cove and Foxy was indeed still behind their curtain and in fact began singing. God, that pirate seemed to love and do that when they knew the camera was on them, probably to unsettle Mike, the asshole. Still, where was that other new android, the one with the messed up legs and arms?
“Where is she?” He mumbled to himself, flicking through the cameras, “Oh my god, I already--”
“Hi there~!” A voice called from the ceiling and Mike screamed before looking up and finding the missing android hanging there from…hands that hadn’t been around earlier, “Nice to meet you security guard guy!”
“Uh…hi there.” Mike said, giving a miniscule wave, “You are…?”
“I waaaaas Toy Foxy technically,” She began, “Buuuut most call me The Mangle~”
“Alright…could I shorten that to Mangle or…?”
“Sure~!” She called with a smile, “What’s your name, Mister Security?”
“Uh…Mike,” He said with a tiny nod, “Mike Schmidt.”
“I like that name, Mikey!” She smiled, “Oh, I hope we can be good friends!”
“Yeah…. I do too…”
“Good,” Her smile turned into a grin, “Otherwise I would’ve had to kill you!”
“Oh…I see.” Mike swallowed hard, “I’m glad that doesn’t have to happen.”
“I am too Mikey!” Mangle’s grin became toothy at that point and Mike paled at the teeth, “Too bad my other friends aren’t here right now.”
“Oh yeah, too bad…” Mike said, “No way to get them here either, oh well—“
“Wait a second,” She said, pointing at the camera feed of the east hallway, “Here comes one of them!”
Mike looked over to the camera and once again let out a ye
“Oh, Mister Schmidt!” The owner of the pizzeria’s thin face lit up when he saw the night guard walk in the door an hour early, “I’m so glad you could make it early!”
“Yeah, sure,” Mike said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, “Is there a reason you needed me to come in on such short notice?”
“Well, I have a surprise for you and I didn’t know if I’d have it ready until a little while ago!” The owner exclaimed, “Now, right this way.”
Mike felt himself get dragged into the (for some reason) very dark dining room and sat in a chair. He heard the owner bustle over to the lights and once they were turned on, he let out a scream.
There was Foxy in their torn-up attire and partially exposed metal body, Chica is her fluffy little dress with her blonde hair in its usual bun, Bonnie and his guitar were in place, and Freddy still had that horrible smile on his face. The problem was in who was next to them.
A white haired android whose legs and arms were mangled beyond belief, a blonde android who held a smaller pink haired one in her hands, a blue haired what he was guessing was a boy holding an electric guitar, and what looked like a lighter (maybe younger?) version of Freddy.
“Mister Carlson...I don’t think that more androids are a good--”
“Wait, wait! I forgot some!” Carlson exclaimed, running on stage and pulling a small boy android from behind Foxy and a...creepy puppet thing from behind Freddy, “There, perfect!”
“There’s now...eleven androids...or I guess ten androids and a puppet to deal with every night…?” Mike whispered, going pale, “I...I can’t believe this is happening…”
“Oh, don’t worry!” Carlson laughed, “The old ones are from the location in ‘87! They were scrapped due to glitching, but I found them and got them fixed, so they won’t be an issue!”
“Oh...so they’ll just...sit around at night?” Mike asked.
“No, they’ll still wander since they can’t in the day--but they won’t think you’re an android breaking the rules anymore!” Carlson replied, looking at his watch, “Look, it’s pretty close to midnight, how about you start your shift now? Power only gets limited when the clock strikes twelve!”
“I...sure.” Mike sighed; of course this was the old man’s plan all along…
“Thank you, I owe you, alright?” He said with a laugh, “Now go get to your station!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Mike sighed, walking back to the security office and sitting down heavily in the chair, closing both doors for the half hour he could, “Well, cameras--it’s just you, me, and eleven monsters trying to kill me.”
“Are you sure about that?” A voice asked and Mike jumped with a scream, standing and turning to see two practically transparent men floating behind him.
He had to be hallucinating, he had to be. It was like those images he swore he saw flash in his eyes, or that…. that golden version of Freddy that had appeared in front of him on the fourth night who’d occasionally made an appearance since then. That’s what it was, it was the only possibility….
“Uh…hello? Hello!” The second man called, waving a hand in Mike’s face, “You’re the security guard who took over after me, right?”
“Wait…” Mike blinked, “You...you’re the phone guy?”
“Yep, that’s me!” He laughed, “But my name is--”
Whatever his name was, Mike didn’t hear, seeing as he began saying it Foxy appeared, slamming their hands against the door and yelling repeatedly to be let into the room.
“Go back to your cove, Foxy, your banging isn’t taking any power yet.” Mike said with a sigh, turning the light on and glancing at them out the window.
“So Foxy’s still banging on the door...and seeing as you learned their name I’m guessing my attempt to keep you emotionally distant didn’t work,” The guy said with a sigh, “Even calling my favorite just ‘that one’ didn’t do it…”
“Wait, Foxy was your favorite?” Mike asked, “They seem to want me dead more than anyone else...they bang on the door and drain my power! They also don’t stay in their cove for long at all, even when I watch them!”
“I see, that could be a problem…” Phone Guy sighed, “Well then, there’s not much you can do, right?”
“Right,” Mike replied with a sigh, “Too bad for me my power saving strategy might not let me last the night.”
“And what’s your strategy?” The first ghost asked.
“Listen for footsteps, check the lights if I hear them, check Freddy and Foxy on the cameras,” Mike began, “And…. don’t hallucinate.”
“Hallucinate?” He asked, “What do you mean by that?”
“I’ve had some hallucinations, probably stress induced.” Mike began, “Like...pictures flashing in my eyes--saying things like ‘It’s Me,’ which I’ve also seen on Foxy’s sign at Pirate Cove.”
“Is that so?” Phone Guy asked, “Hmmm... anything else?”
“Well...hey, you didn’t tell me your name.” He said, turning to the other ghost.
“Way to dodge the question,” He replied, “I’m Jeremy Fitzgerald, I was the guard at the ‘87 location.”
“Oh...so they...got you?” Mike asked, “I mean, judging by how young you look compared to...er...Phone Guy.”
“Foxy made you not hear my name, huh?” Phone Guy laughed, “Well, I guess the nickname’ll work.”
“Anyway, onto your question,” Jeremy said, sending a glare at Phone Guy, “I got killed at the last birthday party that was held there--the old Foxy glitched and starting walking around--bit my frontal lobe off. Died about a week later.”
“So the Bite of ‘87 thing was all just...just a glitch?” Mike asked.
“No, just the fact Foxy was moving around.” Jeremy said, “They just wanted me to not kill the birthday boy.”
“Why would they even think you’d do that?”
“Because I was planning to do it.” Jeremy said with a shrug, “Guess they saw me after I got the other little brats and I didn’t realize it.”
“Oh...oh my god…” Mike said, backing away from the ghost.
“Now that I think about it, this is a different Foxy, huh?” Jeremy said, not noticing (or just ignoring) Mike’s terror, “I mean, they look a bit different than the one I had to deal with.”
“Actually, they were able to transfer the memory from the oldest androids to these ones!” Phone Guy said, “So...they’re the androids you knew...just with new bodies.”
“Ah, well there goes my plan to get this guy to do the killing for me without the androids realizing it at first.” Jeremy said and Mike shook his head with a sigh, looking at the time.
It was almost midnight, so he might as well open the doors now, he supposed. He pushed the buttons, going back to his chair with a sigh.
“Why not leave the doors closed?” Jeremy asked.
“Well...we’re kinda on limited power at night and I need to last until six in the morning…” Mike replied, rubbing the back of his head.
“Yep! That’s right!” Phone Guy laughed, “Now, Mike, that’s the name, right? I need you to tell me, did you have any other hallucinations--that way I can help you if you have them.”
“Well...sometimes I swear there’s a…. I don’t know...a Freddy in here,” Mike began, “But his hair is longer and it’s yellow or gold or...something. His eyes are also like Freddy’s when he’s moving around--it’s creepy.”
Both the ghosts looked at him in surprise before looking at each other and Phone Guy cleared his throat, “Uh, that wasn’t a hallucination.”
“Sure it was,” Mike replied, “I mean, he just...stood there...maybe got closer and tried to touch me if I stared too long. But he’d disappear when I closed my eyes!”
“He’s not a hallucination, buddy.” Jeremy said, “He bothered me at the end of my week at Freddy’s.”
“I...oh my god...you know what, whatever.” Mike said, “He’s a hallucination as far as I’m concerned...let’s just see where everyone is right now.”
Mike grabbed the tablet ignoring the ghost’s protest at his stubbornness about the golden Freddy he’d see sometimes, looking through all the cameras. Bonnie and the New blonde android seemed to be moving around, but weren’t that close yet. The blue one and Chica were still on the stage along with both Freddy’s (could he call that new one a Freddy?) as well. Looked good so far, he guessed, but Foxy…
He moved to the cove and Foxy was indeed still behind their curtain and in fact began singing. God, that pirate seemed to love and do that when they knew the camera was on them, probably to unsettle Mike, the asshole. Still, where was that other new android, the one with the messed up legs and arms?
“Where is she?” He mumbled to himself, flicking through the cameras, “Oh my god, I already--”
“Hi there~!” A voice called from the ceiling and Mike screamed before looking up and finding the missing android hanging there from…hands that hadn’t been around earlier, “Nice to meet you security guard guy!”
“Uh…hi there.” Mike said, giving a miniscule wave, “You are…?”
“I waaaaas Toy Foxy technically,” She began, “Buuuut most call me The Mangle~”
“Alright…could I shorten that to Mangle or…?”
“Sure~!” She called with a smile, “What’s your name, Mister Security?”
“Uh…Mike,” He said with a tiny nod, “Mike Schmidt.”
“I like that name, Mikey!” She smiled, “Oh, I hope we can be good friends!”
“Yeah…. I do too…”
“Good,” Her smile turned into a grin, “Otherwise I would’ve had to kill you!”
“Oh…I see.” Mike swallowed hard, “I’m glad that doesn’t have to happen.”
“I am too Mikey!” Mangle’s grin became toothy at that point and Mike paled at the teeth, “Too bad my other friends aren’t here right now.”
“Oh yeah, too bad…” Mike said, “No way to get them here either, oh well—“
“Wait a second,” She said, pointing at the camera feed of the east hallway, “Here comes one of them!”
Mike looked over to the camera and once again let out a ye
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