he was running for his life. there was blood every where. the animatronics, they'd managed to catch him tonight. Mike screamed and ducked, sliding under Bonnie, who swung his guitar at Mike. he ran as fast as his legs could, tears racing down his face, he didn't want to die. it wasn't his fault, he hadn't meant to knock Chica over when he fell. Mike ran into a dead end. he turned, facing the four tearfully.

"why don't we help him get a closer look! he will love it!"

a tormenting voice in his head shouted.

"no please!" Mike screamed when they grabbed him.

"this way." he heard Freddy say in a gruff voice. Foxy and Bonnie had him by the arms.

"come on guys, let's give this little man a lift. he wants to get up close and personal!"

Mike screamed louder, begging for his freedom, kick his feet and struggling.

"no please! no!" Mike shouted. "no please I don't wanna go!" Mike shouted. they ignored him and carried him to the spare parts room.

"you heard the little man! he wants to get even closer! ha ha ha!"

there sat the Golden Freddy suit, empty and rusted in a corner. blood spatter still on his face, though it was faded.

"Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss! On THREE! One....two...."

"NOOO!!" Mike screamed throwing his head back. Foxy froze seeing a scar on Mike's head

"drop 'im!" Foxy shouted. he and Bonnie both dropped Mike, who curled up and cried into his knee's.

"geez Foxy whats wrong with you?" Freddy hissed. Foxy ignored him kneeling down. he pushed Mike's hair out of the way, revealing to everyone the scar he'd seen. they grew silent as Foxy looked the scar over.

"it's 'im." Foxy said softly. Mike sniffled and wiped his eye's, peeking up at the animatronics frighten.

"but... but he died...." Chica says. "didn't he?" Chica ask, looking at Freddy. Freddy didn't say anything, but made a move that clearly meant for them to leave the room. Mike watched as they left the room, slamming and locking the door behind them. Mike ran over to the door, pounding on it, trying to open it.

"please let me out! PLEASE! please let me out...."

Mike continued to beat on the door, his hands bleeding and the blood spattering the door.

"let me out!" Mike shouted. the animatronics stared at the door.

"but how did he survive?" Bonnie ask quietly.

"how did they save him?" Chica ask. Foxy headed to the office, hoping to use the computer in there to find out. the others followed curious as to what Foxy was going to do. Foxy sat in the nightguard chair, in front of the computer, hidden in a corner for day shift breaks.

"whats his name?" Foxy ask. they all shrugged.

"his tag says Mike." Bonnie says.

"well, dig through his stuff 'til ye find a last name." Foxy mutters. they nodded and started digging.

"oh! I got it!" Chica exclaimes. "Schmidt!" Chica exclaimes. Foxy typed it in.

"here, the victim of the bite of 1983, died earlier today, but was revived moments later. he is schedualed to under go an experimental procedure which will hopefully heal his body quicker an might allow 'im to lead a normal life." Foxy read.

*with Mike*

Mike screamed himself horse.

"please let me out!" Mike shouted. he collapsed and cried when he realized he was going to die. he should have died years ago. these animatronics were just like his older brother and his older brothers friends. Mike looked at his bloody fists, then over at the Golden Freddy suit. "why couldn't they have just let me die? why?" Mike ask sniffling. he heard footsteps and sniffled diving under a shelf covered in parts. he coward under the shelf, curling up. he held his breath, like he used to do when he was a child. after that day, with those horrible nightmares. those nightmare animatronics coming to do the same thing his old favorite Fredbear, or Golden Freddy, had done. once they'd released him from the hospital, every night he hid under his bed, cowaring in fear. he saw three, of the four, walking around in the room and swallowed hard. the only color he didn't see was red. he managed to keep quiet but he could hear the animatronics, run from the room, searching for him. once he heard them get further away, he crawled out and took off running. he ran the their voices didn't come from. it didn't register he was running up stairs, until he suddenly threw open a door and was hit with a cold breeze. he looked around he was at the top of the building. he ran towards one of the edges, looking for a ladder. he swung around when the door opened and Foxy was there.

"take it easy there, we can talk." Foxy tried. Mike didn't see Foxy though, he saw his older brother Joey. Mike cried out and turned, slipping and nearly face planting. he ran away from Foxy as fast as he could, not even noticing when he reached the edge, until he started falling. he gave a horse shout and closed his eye's. he felt something suddenly jerk at his arm and looked up, fearfully. Foxy had forced his hook into the Fazbears pizzeria sign and was hanging off the building, holding onto his wrist with a bone breaking grip. "Mike use yer other arm to hold on to me!" Foxy orders.

"I-I can't! I.... got hurt when I was a kid, m-my arm doesn't work right!" Mike replied. Foxy nodded and held tighter.

"we know what happened Mike, we're sorry we couldn' do anythin' to help ye. we're also sorry we scared ye earlier, by lockin' ye in that room. we were confused, but we know who ye are now Mike." Foxy says. Mike bowed his head.

"why didn't you just let me fall then? just put me out of my misery.that procedure fixed a lot of what happened, but there's still a lot of things I can't do." Mike mutters softly. "please, just let me go." Mike sighed. Foxy shook his head.

"no! I don' kill kids and I certainly won' let one die!" Foxy replies. Mike tried to wiggle his arm out of Foxy's grip.

"I'm not a kid! i'm 25!" Mike shouts.

"no Mike! yer a kid who was cheated out of his childhood by a bunch of bullies!" Foxy replied. "I

ve watched ye Mike! I should have realized sooner, but I didn'! ye act like a child, because in yere mind, ye are one! now hold on to me fuckin' arm before ye fall!" Foxy replied. Mike gave a soft sigh, but did as he was told.

"you should just let me fall. you're right you know, I'm just messed up six year old trapped inside a grown mans body. I never should have lived, it was more torture living after the bite then it was before. I'm blind in my left eye, so I'm not allowed to drive, my memory is non-exsistant most the time, my hearing is so sensitive it hurts, and... I'm just... just a stupid kid, who cried all the time when I was younger, and to shut me up my brother almost killed me. why are you saving me? the most fucked up aspect of my life is me." Mike sighs. Foxy swung Mike up carefully, catching him around the waist.

"don' say that Mike, I remember when ye used to love this place. it's not yer fault, it's yer brother. yer life paused the moment he started tormentin' ye. me, Bonnie, and the others, we used to be yer friends. we did all we could to protect ye 'til they dressed up like us, and.... we were no longer yer friends, we were yer enemy, at least to ye we were. all I'm askin' Mike, is for ye to trust me. we're still yer friends. we're sorry we did what we did, Fredbear is sorry, he refused to let himself work since that day. why should yer life, should his life, be over because yer brother pulled a stunt?" Foxy ask. Mike buried his face in the animatronics shoulder, sobbing softly. Foxy held him tightly, noticing the way Mike's arm flopped limply at his side. he felt Mike's other arm loosening it's grip on him as well. "keep holdin' on Mike, Bonnie and Freddy will be here soon." Foxy says softly. he could feel the arm tighten slightly but it quickly started loosening again.

"I-I can-can't." Mike sniffled. "I-I'm loosing fe-feeling in my arm." Mike managed past his sobs. Foxy put all the strength he could into his weak arm, holding Mike up. no matter how weak his arm was, he wouldn't let Mike go, he couldn't let him go. he felt Mike fist his hand in his fur. "I don't wanna die." Mike muttered softly. Foxy pulled the man closer to him.

"if ye had, I would have jus' let ye go instead of catchin' ye." Foxy replied. Foxy turned his head to look at the frightened man, who had his head resting on Foxy's furry red shoulder, watching the city. Foxy looked up hearing the door open. "it's about fuckin' time Bonnie! get yer ass over here and pull us up!" Foxy shouted. Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica poked their heads over the side.

"what happened?!" Chica shouted.

"I'll explain later! jus' pull us up!" Foxy replied. he held tighter to Mike, who was loosing his grip again. he was relieved when his feet hit the roof. he looked Mike over the best he could. "why ain' he movin'?" Foxy ask. Chica looked.

"I.... I think he feel asleep..." Chica said. Foxy nodded and carefully scooped up Mike's legs, craddling the man.

"come on, lets get him a place set up in the Cove for him to sleep." Freddy suggested. the others agreed and followed Freddy down. Foxy held Mike tightly as he carried him. Mike's arms wrapped around his neck, holding tightly while he slept. he gently lay'd the sleeping man down where his friends had prepaired a spot for him. they left while Foxy tucked him in.

"yer broken, but... but we'll put ye back together, don' worry." Foxy murmurs softly.