Summary: It was like any other night, with Mike trying to survive. But when something happens and the bots begin acting differently around him, his usual routine is forever changed.

Warnings; I have no fucking idea how to write the bots

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So the basis for this came from someone else's story. It was used totally differently than what I'm doing, but nonetheless, I thought I should mention it.

I'm not sure if there will be any shipping...any suggestions from you guys?

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"Shitshitshit...I'm so fucked."

Mike felt his hands twitching, wanting so badly to move. To pick up his tablet and look at the cameras or to check the door lights. Something. But the red light on said tablet was blinking, showing how little power he had left; twenty percent. And it was five. He was never going to make it another hour.

It was Friday night, so everyone was out. Freddy was laughing near the bathrooms, he could hear the clanking of pots and pans from Chica messing around in the kitchens, and last he checked, Bonnie was walking the east hall. He had been only checking on Foxy, which was reckless, but even that hadn't helped him. Tonight just might be his last...

'Should I find a place to hide? It's better than just sitting here, waiting to die...' He thought as his trembling fingers picked up the tablet. He nearly sobbed when he saw the curtains open, scrambling to shut the door as he hear Foxy's loud, clacking footsteps running towards him.

"Dammit, fuck off!" Mike snarled through the door as he heard the animatronic pounding on the metal.

He waited, making sure that Foxy was gone before opening the door. He heaved a sigh, rubbing his face and wiping away sweat. He should really check the cameras again because sometimes the damn pirate would rush him immediately but what was the point? It wasn't even five thirty. He was dead. After all his hard work, of keeping this stupid job for what? This was his sixth week? None of it mattered.

Bang.

Mike jumped. That wasn't a noise he was familiar with...confused, he waited on bated breath. Usually the place was dead quiet, but he heard...something. He grabbed the tablet, wondering if the animatronics were playing a new trick on him to lower his defenses. But he flicked through the cameras and found...a person?

They were wearing a dark hoody, making their face impossible to see. The door to the pizzaria was open, and crooked, like the person had smashed it open and broke a hinge. They were carrying something in their hand. Mike was at a loss. Despite this being...well, his job, he had no idea what to do with an actual robbery. It seemed laughable with four killer robots wandering the place.

As usual, the camera cut to black and static before suddenly the animatronics were in the room. Mike felt sick. Was he going to sit here and watch this guy die? Despite knowing he had no chance...he only hesitated briefly before running out the door and down the hall to the stage.

To say he was shocked at what he saw was an understatement.

The unknown man was wielding a long, glowing stick...it took Mike a moment before he recognized it as a electro-rod. He'd seen them on TV, some of the richer city police had them. He'd also seen the effect they had when they met with human skin so he was weary about going any closer. But the man was waving it around frantically, looking between the still animatronics.

"New security guard are ya?" The man looked at him, face still unseen but the shadows made him look feral. "First day? They warn you about these fucking monsters?!"

He knew? Mike felt a cold weight in his stomach. Who would come back here at night, knowing what was waiting? The man must be insane...how he knew didn't even cross his mind. But the man decided he wasn't important anymore and turned back to the unmoving robots.

"Remember me? Huh, you piece of shit? Remember what you did to me?!" He neared them and Mike considered running for the entrance. He'd call the cops, let them know someone broke in...maybe management would cover why his body was mangled up and stuffed in a suit? "I gave the owner a week to close this place. But it seems like I gotta take care of it."

The brown haired guard expected to watch the man be torn into pieces. Maybe the animatronics would move too fast for his eyes to follow? But as the man ran at the animatronics, the glowing rod flaring up a bright blue, Freddy's head tilted tauntingly. And with a shriek, Foxy burst into the room and lunged at the man.

Mike gasped. His heart felt like it'd break through his rib cage; he was far, far too close to Foxy. He backed away, eyes wide, legs ready to take off to the door. He'd definitely quit today, he decided. He'd go home, call his mother, maybe she'd let him move back in, and he'd find a new job. Something that didn't have a disclaimer about mutilation.

He froze when the rod swung and hit Foxy in the face. The shrill noise, like a static scream, ripped through the room. Foxy twitched as electricity surged through his servos and wires, falling into a heap on the floor. He didn't move. And despite himself, Mike worried, thinking he'd be to blame in the morning.

"Ha...hahaha...haaahahahaha! It works!" The man screamed and turned back to the others.

They had finally moved from their default positions. The three had been watching Foxy, but when he fell, Freddy made to walk to him. Mike was amazed to see their expressions change, something akin to worry...were they all friends? The thought was too human. But Freddy kept staring at where Foxy lay, the pirate making pitiful noises and twitching as he tried to move. And Chica was shaking, in fear or anger, as she watched the man.

"I'm going to dismantle you all...I'll tear you apart piece by piece! And if there's anything left of you brats inside then I'll tear that apart too!"

He waved the rod around. It was spitting sparks and electricity. Mike felt frozen as he watched Bonnie's hands clench and he stepped in front of Freddy and Chica, trying to protect them. Foxy kept trying to move, dragging his body by his hook digging into the carpet. The security guard felt like his mind was on replay; he couldn't think straight. And with a trembling hand, he reached for a nearby table, hand finding a party hat, a napkin, and then-

He clenched the glass soda bottle. It was sticky, likely someone cleaning up had accidentally left it there. But it was the only thing he had, and with his hands shaking violently, he ran forward as the man's back was to him and slammed it over his head.

It shattered. He felt blood dripping down his hand as pieces of glass embedded themselves into his skin. The man fell limp, and Mike kicked the rod aside. Without someone holding the handle, it turned off. He panted. He'd never attacked someone before...It left him feeling shaky and sick. His stomach clenched.

And then he realized he'd just protected robots that had been actively trying to kill him.

Silence. It felt like time had stopped. Daring to break it, Mike glanced over at where the three robots were standing. They stared back. Swallowing roughly, the guard turned back to the prone form on the ground. There was some blood from where the bottle shattered on his head, but nothing major. He looked around, trying to find something to tie him up with.

There was some rope near the stage. Maybe it was stupidity guiding him, but he didn't care if the animatronics killed him. He was going to die no matter what at this point. His back was to them, he was out in the open, and any second now the power would go out. But he still grabbed the rope and tied the man's hands together.

When he looked up, he was surprised to see the main three hovering over Foxy. Chica tried to pull him to his feet, but he screeched in response, making her stop. He seemed completely locked up. Frowning, Mike grabbed the electro-rod and looked it over. He didn't know anything about electronics or wires, but since Foxy had so many exposed parts...maybe it affected him worst?

Sighing, he threw it in the trash. The noise was louder than he expected and he tensed, glancing nervously again at the animatronics. He stiffened when he saw Bonnie watching him. The purple bunny eyed him before glancing back at Foxy, then at Mike. He stepped forward, and Mike took one back. He doubted they cared what he did; he was human, and he was either a naked exoskeleton or they just wanted to squash him.

"Why?"

Mike frowned. Bonnie's mouth moved...and yet there were words. Wait. Could they actually talk? He scrambled back when Bonnie kept coming closer, backing into a table. He was trapped.

"Why did you help us?"

This time, the voice was softer, girlie, with some kind of accent. His heart began beating far too quickly. Chica had spoken to him. They could talk. He suddenly regretted all the things he screamed at them through the doors.

"I...I, well..." He stammered, trying to get his brain to work. He couldn't believe he wasn't dead yet. "I couldn't just...stand there."

There was a pause. Both Chica and Bonnie looked over at Freddy. "...Then I must request your help."

Mike stared. Freddy's voice was deep, almost gentle. He guessed it fit for the kids they entertained...but having him looking at him like that, he felt that he didn't have a choice in accepting his 'request'.

"I, I'll do what I can?"

There was another pause. It seemed that they were considering if they could really trust him. He was amazed to even be in this situation; the killer robots that haunted him for weeks were having an actual discussion with him.

"The electricity was too much for Foxy's mainframe. I ask that you would help him." Freddy said.

The guard looked down at Foxy. The red fox was still twitching and spazzing on the floor. And yet his yellow eyes watched Mike closely, like he was still hunting him. Nervously, the human looked between him and Freddy, not sure if he should help them further.

"I, well...what would I need to do?" He asked.

He yelped when Bonnie reached up and removed his own face. Two red lights stared back at him, blinking, and the purple paws pointed to a place where his forehead would be. There was some kind of wiring...and a switch? No, not even that. A small numbered button.

"Push. Reset."

A warped, garbled version of Bonnie's voice croaked out. Mike felt himself shaking. He had to reach inside Foxy's mouth and...push a button to reset him? But if it reset him...maybe it could turn him off? He swallowed. He could basically kill the fox that made his life hell. He was dead after he helped him anyway, so he could save the guards that would come after him.

He gave a jerky nod. That seemed enough for them. Bonnie put his face back on and Chica moved aside to give Mike room. Hesitating, he kneeled next to Foxy on the ground, knowing it'd take less than a second for the pirate to disembowel him. Freddy was suddenly behind him, looming over him to watch.

"Foxy will not hurt you."

That wasn't reassuring. And yet Mike nodded, reaching forward. He jumped when Foxy opened his broken jaw as much as he could. The hinges were rusted and shattered. As he moved his hand, he felt the wires and metal beams around the exoskeleton's skull. His fingers ran over the metal, looking for the button. His entire elbow was inside his mouth. If Foxy bit down, he'd lose his arm.

The button gave him some resistance. Likely rust. But he pressed hard, and froze when Foxy gave a jerk, his eyes going dark before lighting up again, the LED lighting blinding him. Not sure what to do, Mike began pulling his arm out. He didn't move as Foxy got to his feet.

He'd really done it. He helped them again. He could've permanently turned Foxy off, saving his predecessors. And yet he couldn't. It was so stupid of him; they were machines. It didn't matter if they could talk, they had tried to kill him, had killed many before him. Had killed the man on the phone, the only one that had tried to warn and help him.

But if they were sentient...he couldn't imagine the pain they'd be in from being electrocuted. The idea made him feel ill. All this had done was extend his life by a few moments.

Mike wasn't ashamed to admit he screamed when Foxy's hook pierced his shirt, yanking him forward. "Ye be a foolish boy. Does death not frighten ye, ya cur?"

Oh right. Of course he spoke like a pirate. "I'm dead no matter what, right? Either of you came to the door again and I'd run out of power."

The hook's point was dangerously close to his skin. He bit back a whimper as he was pulled off his feet. Foxy was far taller than him, all the animatronics loomed over him. He turned his head away when the fox eyed him closely.

"Release the human, Foxy." Freddy said.

Foxy gave a huff, shaking his hook from Mike's shirt. The guard fell on his ass, hesitating before he got to his feet. His hands trembled as he dusted himself off. All the tense, stifling air seemed...gone. Chica was bouncing on her feet, overcome to see that her companion was okay.

Freddy looked him over again before turning to the others. "Get to your places. The morning crew will be in soon."

What? Mike looked around for a clock. Six fifteen. He gaped, realizing that he was still alive. And yet his stomach was doing somersaults; the animatronics could move past six. How had he lasted until now?

Chica waved to him happily as she got on to the stage. Mike numbly waved back. Bonnie followed after her. Foxy gave him a look and the guard watched him leave for Pirate's Cove. He swallowed nervously as Freddy didn't move.

"I must admit, you've surprised me. No one human has lasted this long here...and yet, once we were distracted, you decided to help us rather than run away and save yourself." Freddy smiled, and Mike decided he was far more horrifying when he smiled. "The others are under my protection and yet I had to rely on a human to help them...what is your name?"

"Mike...uh, Mike Schmit." He answered softly.

He tensed when Freddy walked forward. The bear was likely over two feet taller than him. "Mike Schmit, I will remember this."

Was that good? Bad? Mike had no idea if that was a threat or not. But he nodded, just glad when Freddy turned and got up on stage. He instantly went into sleep mode like the rest of them.

He lived. And more than that, he'd stopped some maniac from breaking in and destroying the animatronics. He didn't know if that was a good thing, but as he called the police and greeted the morning crew, he decided he didn't care.

It was something to worry about at midnight.

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