Author's note: Incoming swearing!

"Dylan, could you please go check if I left the oven on?" Chica asked sweetly. I know what she really wants, she wants me to not see what they'll do to Mike. She wants me to be in the kitchen oblivious to what happens on the other side of the building.

I go to the kitchen reluctantly, but not showing that I know what she is thinking. Of course she hadn't left the oven on so I poke my head out the door to make sure no one is watching.

I tiptoe over to the backstage room in my slippers and open the door a crack. Mike was awake, but panicking.
"Th-the-the c-call on the first ni-night, you really will kill me!" Freddy tilted the chair abruptly whilst Bonnie turned Mike's head to a shelf lined with spare Freddy, Bonnie and Chica heads. Mike was breathing wildly.
"PLEASE, NO!" He screamed like I did to my dad. Goldie starts his mind tricks that leave me on my knees, holding my head. Constant images of animatronics with bloodshot eyes and the words 'it's me'.

I shake my head to clear my vision and try to see Mike again. Chica has taken a Freddy head off the shelf and placed it on the table in front of Mike and he screams some more.
"Don't worry Mr. Schmidt, we don't really see you as an endoskeleton." Freddy sneers. Mike opens his mouth to either speak or scream again, but is forced not to when Foxy holds his hook up to Mike's neck.
"Yearg, the lad talks too much!" The pirate says in a soft yet still threatening tone.
"What do you want from me??" The traumatised guard finally blurted out.
"We want you to leave." Bonnie smirked.
"Or suffer the consequences!" Chica finished.
"Now Schmidt, since the kid is here, we can't kill you tonight. As we do with all our guards, we give them a fair warning. Resign in the morning and you may live. Come back for the third night and you're as good as dead." Freddy whispered in Mike's ear; "We know the suits would cause death~" Mike gasped as did I. Mike nodded frantically. "It's 4:38am now. We will untie you at ten to six."

"Can't I at least punch him Freddy?" Bonnie whines like a child.
"One punch each." Freddy chuckles. The made an orderly que and in turn, hit Mike hard. Bonnie was first and slapped Mike on the face, Chica hit the other side. They had a rule to go gentle on the face. Mike Had a pleading, wide eyed stare as Foxy came. The pirate had a perturbing look of content as he punched the petrified guard in the stomach, leaving Mike winded, spitting blood and almost crying.
"HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK, FOX!" He gasped in pain. To think I had convinced myself not to be afraid of Foxy...
"Good night, Mr.Schmidt." Freddy sneered without hitting him.

Freddy left Mike's side and found the door slightly open. He pulled the door open fully and found me. The animatronics froze as they knew I had overheard everything.