Damn Mike and his big mouth.

The man, in his early twenties with the dark brown hair, stands outside the pizzeria, cursing his luck. His old name tag with the word 'Mike' on it from 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria' lies on top of the pile of old work clothes clutched in his arms, still bright and shiny as the day it was handed to him. The manager had a creepily large smile on his face handing it to Mike those many months ago, like he was giving him a Nobel Peace Prize.

Being in front of the once lively pizzeria, Mike tries to shake off the fear entering his system. Why the hell had he volunteered to do this? Oh, yeah, because of his big mouth.

Arranging the clothes in his arms, Mike ignores his conscience telling him to leave and approaches the pizzeria's side door where the workers entered. While not currently a worker, his old manager had given him a key to open up the abandoned building. Apparently, he's supposed to retrieve something in the parts and repair room that holds much value.

"Don't worry at all," the manager had said over the phone, his voice scratchy from the years of chain-smoking. "All of the animatronics have been shut off. They can't move around anymore. With me being currently in the hospital, I need someone to retrieve it for me." After mentioning pay for the quick job, Mike had signed himself up. It's not like he had anything to do on a late Wednesday night, anyways.

Standing right in front of the door leading to the horrors inside, memories embedded into Mike's brain start popping up. "Stop it," Mike whispers to himself, irritated that he's cowering before he even enters the place. "You're a grown ass man, start acting like one."

Slowly, he takes out the key from his trouser pocket and clicks it into the door lock. Before entering, merely as a precaution, he spits on the metal hinges of the door. By doing so, when he quietly opens the door, there isn't a peep from the rusty metal.

The air inside the building is musky; the floors full of cracked cement and dust. Holding in a cough, Mike strains his ears and listens. When silence greets him, he places a spare concrete block in front of the door to make sure it doesn't close. If he screams, his voice will be heard outside. He still doesn't trust this place, not after what he had to go through. Placing the clothes by the door with intents to leave them there when leaving the place, he rubs his sweaty palms on his shirt.

Walking down the all too familiar hallway gives Mike a small chill, remembering how Bonnie snuck down it with devious intentions and Foxy speeding towards the dingy guard's office, his face in an excited grin. The reasons why they wanted to kill Mike makes the man swallow nervously. If the animatronics happen to awaken and catch him strolling down the hallway, then he's surely dead. They'll make sure he can never leave this birdcage of a building.

Mike doesn't know why the animatronics instantly took a liking to him on the first night Even Freddy had stopped by the office to talk to Mike in a professional manner, even cracking a smile. Their sudden interest made them all the more determined to kill him. The week he worked was rough, the animatronics acting sporadically and trying their best to sneak into the office. Oftentimes they would sit outside the office, forcing Mike to drain power keeping the door closed, and talk to Mike. They were oddly friendly and very interested in the human. Unexplainable was what it was, something that Mike would've found a little flattering if they weren't set on stuffing him into a suit and making him 'one of them'.

The last day Mike had worked at the pizzeria, the seventh night, Foxy gave him the most chilling words. "Lad," Foxy had started out, staring at Mike through the office window. "We aren't foolin' around anymore. This be the last night, and we're going to catch ya. Bein' a part o' our family be what's best for ya, an' I'll see that through to the end."

Too bad for Foxy because Mike had passed the night with three percent battery remaining. His shirt was soaked with nervous sweat and his arms were cramped and shaking. Passing the show area with hopes of never returning, he caught a glimpse of the animatronics' faces as they watched him leave. Chica's was pained and she kept blinking. Bonnie's mouth was turned into a crushed frown, his foot twitching as if he wanted to move. Freddy's expression was genuinely surprised with a touch of regret. Foxy's held the rawest emotion, one of being utterly crestfallen. The fox stared at Mike miserably out of his cove, watching the man's back as he shakily left the building. Not going in there ever again, Mike had thought, going home and drowning the night with bottles of cold Budweiser.

"I'm going to need a drink or two after tonight," Mike mumbles, silently walking down the interminable hallway. Being poor (and only able to afford Budweiser) he'll use a share of the money he earns tonight to pay for the alcohol, preferably something different than Budweiser. Maybe some hard liquor if there's a deal going on.

The pictures plastered to the brightly painted walls catch Mike's attention. One of them contains Bonnie and a little kid laughing and singing, another with Chica handing out cupcakes to a family. Undoubtedly they were drawn by kids, the colors messily plastered on onto the paper in a careless fashion. Mike chuckles as he spots a picture with Freddy on it, someone coloring the bear green instead of brown. The way the kid drew it made Freddy resemble Kermit the Frog.

With his mood lifted, Mike continues down the hallway. His eyes remain on the ground to avoid the several things littering the hallway. The lights above him give him no help, flickering on then dimming to the point of shutting off, pissing the man off.

He's at the doorway of the dining hall, staring into the ominous room. There's not a light on and Mike strains to see. In front of him he can make out the shape of an overturned table, but that's it. There isn't a chance he'll walk through there without any lights on. With his luck, the animatronics will be on the stage and attack him as he lurks through the large room.

Remembering that a flashlight's in his car, Mike silently groans. Looks like he'll have to go back to his car and retrieve it. Shuffling down the hallway, Mike's heart beats wildly when he catches sight of the door. Oddly, it's not open. The concrete slab in front of it is against the wall, the door firmly closed.

"Oh god." His voice echoes down the hallway, loud and clear. There's something else in this building besides him, dear God let it not be what he thinks it is.

In the distance there's the sound of something heavy moving across the floor. The manager had lied and Mike can feel anger lick him. The dumbass either is too lazy to get off his fat ass and retrieve what he wants in the repair room, or he wants me dead for some reason.

Mike freezes, and the animatronic freezes, too. Not daring to breath, Mike clenches his fist, something he does when he's nervous. I'm going to die, he thinks, the negative thought erasing everything else in his head. He has an urge to lie on the dusty floor and curl up into a ball.

But I've got to move. Moving one foot at a time, Mike silently tiptoes down the hallway. Jumping when he sees something move, but relaxes short after seeing a Freddy Fazbear banner swaying gently through the breeze coming from a crack in the wall. He makes six feet when he hears it. Those large metallic footsteps bounce off the walls, giving the impression that the animatronic is running at a high speed. By the sound of it, the animatronic after him is Bonnie.

"Everyone, he's back! MIKE'S BACK!" Bonnie screams, his voice not far from Mike. One of his steps is equal to three of Mike's, and he's catching up to the human.

Without a chance to think, Mike's legs are pumping, dashing down the hallway.

Another pair of footsteps joins in with Bonnie's, this one quick and light compared to the bunny. "Mike!" Foxy yells, quickly catching up to Bonnie. Even though Mike's clearly running away from them, Foxy doesn't seem to care.

A few more steps to go. Glancing behind him, Mike spots Bonnie's delighted face and Foxy's huge grin that shows off his sharp teeth. The sight makes his legs work quicker, until he can't feel them at all. Just how fast are the animatronics? Mere seconds ago Bonnie was in the dining hall. Not to mention Foxy, who was more than likely in the back of his cove when Bonnie called out.

Where the hell is Chica and Freddy? Looking ahead, Mike whispers, "I'm screwed."

The terror sets in when Foxy breaks away from Bonnie, getting closer to Mike. Metal gleams off their bodies from the weak light above, showing off the power of the machines.

When Bonnie makes an 'Oomph' sound and a loud crash pursues, Mike lets out a loud laugh. "I thought bunnies were good jumpers," he yells out through his labored breathing, wondering where the sudden rebellion had come from. It's pure luck that Mike hasn't fallen, either.

He can hear Foxy chuckle. "Why they are, Mike, but you can't really see down this hallway, can ya? Easy to trip over things." His voice is closer and Mike runs for all he's worth, unable to accept the idea of being stuffed into a suit.

When Chica suddenly appears out of the shadows by the door Mike had come in, he swiftly makes a sharp left turn into another room, ignoring the chicken completely. If he remembers correctly, there's another door on the other side of the building that he can leave from. And Freddy is the last one I have to deal with, that is if I can outrun Foxy.

"You're back!" Chica squeaks out with a hopeful smile, watching Mike's retreating figure. She blinks as Foxy practically flies after him. Thrilled to finally see a smile on Foxy's face, she can't help but smile, too. She had begun to get worried with Foxy isolating himself in his cove. Her smile disappears when Bonnie passes, dirt covering his fur.

Before Chica can ask, Bonnie says, "I fell. You can't see a damn thing when you go down the hallways."

"Poor Bonnie!" She watches him start a jog after them, a silly smile covering her face. Poking her head into the room Mike went in, she yells out in excitement, "I'll wash my hands before joining you!" Hands white with flower, she was finishing preparing pizza dough when Bonnie started yelling about Mikey. She'll return to the kitchen to clean up.

Into a small room then entering another, Mike realizes that he's stepped foot into the security guard's office. How familiar the room is with the desk and the fan on top, still working due to batteries. Not a time to reminisce, Mike dashes through the room until he's in another hallway. Hearing his pursuers that are too close for any comfort, he starts down this hallway. Foxy's hook brushes the air behind his neck as he once again enters the show room, and with relief he spots another door off to the right side of the room. Twenty more steps give or take. Gotta reach out and open that door…

Unknown to all of them, Freddy's in the shadows next to the door, watching everything take place. Of course he noticed the guard entering the establishment; nothing can escape his notice if it has to deal with his pizzeria. Like the mysterious man he is, he encouraged Bonnie to take a look around the west hall for something noteworthy, not explaining what it was. Bonnie was reluctant to do anything since the human had left, and hearing Bonnie's yells of joy made Freddy have hope that thing will go back to normal once Mike settles down at the pizzeria. The former night guard doesn't have a chance of leaving his establishment. Freddy won't let him.

Something rams into Mike, forcing him to fall onto the hard ground. The breath leaves Mike's lungs as Foxy tumbles down with him, landing onto the man's back with his heavy body, his hook and paw holding onto the man's shoulders. "Got ya!" Foxy exclaims, staring down at Mike's dark hair.

For Foxy, it's hard for him to put into words how much letting Mike go on the seventh night had hurt him. Watching him walk through those doors for what seemed like the last time, Foxy had felt more than heartbroken. It was as if someone had reached inside of him and ripped everything out. The next months his mood was in constant disarray, making him seek the darkness and comfort of his cove in isolation. Everything he had loved doing now seemed childish and stupid. All he wanted was to talk to Mike. Until he saw him, Foxy wouldn't have the drive to get out of his cove. The moments when he would leave his cove was in the middle of the night, and he would stare out the window, watching the parking lot to see if Mike's car would be there. The other animatronics didn't know what to do with him and his sudden depressed mood. Freddy tried to give him a pep talk about how Mike would someday return, even though he knew himself that the chances were very slim, but Foxy refused to listen. He just wanted his human friend back.

That's why, when Bonnie suddenly screamed out that Mike was in the restaurant, Foxy immediately awakened from one of his several naps of the day and shot out of his cove, his legs in danger of malfunctioning at the swift pace he was running at. If Mike wasn't there, he would kill Bonnie for getting his hopes up. Then he saw Mike's figure running in the dark, the light above shining on the man's dark hair. A relaxed feeling had settled into Foxy's stomach, and he wanted to make sure that this was Mike, that he wasn't daydreaming. Joy had spread through his artificial body, warming every crevice of his insides. This time, he wouldn't let Mike escape.

"Get off of me!" Mike yells, struggling to be free of the weight on top of him. Sliding off of him, Foxy continues holding Mike onto the floor, not allowing him to get up. At the arrival of Bonnie by Foxy's side, Mike thrashes his arms and kicks out with his legs. "Let me go!"

"And why would we do that, boy?" Freddy steps out from his place by the door and Mike's mouth drops open. Freddy's face is friendly and, daresay, caring as he watches Mike struggle in Foxy's grip.

It joys Freddy to see Foxy sitting on the ground next to Mike, a happy expression on his face as he holds onto the man. Kind of like a little kid holding his favorite toy. "You willingly came back here. No one forced you to do anything, I'm sure. I watched you enter my building without anyone near you, so it was all your own doing. Something is telling you that this is your home. Why should we deny that little voice inside of you that's telling you so?"

"Freddy's right," Bonnie agrees, watching as Foxy stands up and holds the man protectively close to his body. Mike squirms against Foxy's stone hard grip, teeth gritted.

"He's not! I sure as hell don't want to stay here!" With another twist, Bonnie takes the initiative and grabs Mike's arm to halt the flailing, worried that he might somehow break free.

"Good idea, Bonnie. He's certainly feisty. Let's bring him to the back room before he gets loose and escapes," Freddy suggests.

"You're all psychos!" Mike grits out, scratching Bonnie's arm.

"Mikey! Hello," Chica calls out pleasantly, approaching the group from the kitchen. Her hands are clean of dough, her face friendly.

Ignoring Chica, Mike stops scratching Bonnie's arm. He can't win with force against the animatronics, so what other options are there? The element of surprise? Mike thinks. But how can I surprise these assholes? And Freddy's still blocking the door with his humongous body.

Freddy gives the now motionless Mike a suspicious look, aware that the man's brewing up something in his head.

"Foxy, is he in a bad mood?" Chica asks, eyes hurt. "He won't even look at me!"

"I'm not sure, lass." Foxy removes his hook from Mike's shoulder with a smile. "Finally behavin', are ya? When you become one o' us, we'll have lots o' fun, I promise ya."

"And with me too," Bonnie adds.

Rolling his eyes, Foxy glances at the bunny. "Mikey's me lad, not yours."

"You don't own him. He can hang out with whoever he wants," Bonnie spits back, eyes narrowed.

"Break it up you two," Freddy commands with a touch of annoyance, arms crossed. "Mike will hang out with all of us, not just one specific animatronic. That is if we can put him in a suit, which we haven't accomplished yet." As Freddy motions towards the back rooms, Mike suddenly smacks Foxy in the face, the surprise from the lashing out causing him to let go of Mike.

Before he can move, Bonnie's grabbing his arm to the point of breaking it. "You shithead, let go of me!" Mike exclaims. The bunny's ears droop.

"Why does this have to be so complicated? It's a simple concept. Stuff him in the suit," Freddy mumbles. Shaking his head, he unexpectedly grabs Mike and hauls him towards the parts and repair room.

"No!" Mike screams, but it's useless. The arms pushing him towards the dark room are more powerful than any of the other animatronics' grips. The rest of the animatronics follow Freddy's wake with enthusiasm. Foxy jogs up next to Freddy, eyes on Mike. "You can't do this to me!" Tears run down his cheeks and he feels no comfort as Foxy puts a paw lightly on his shoulder.

"It'll be fine," Foxy soothes. "I'll be with ya."

"Don't do this to me," Mike sobs. They enter the room and Freddy forcefully lays Mike down on a huge table. Animatronic parts hang on the walls and Mike feels a rush of queasiness. "I don't want to die."

"Foxy, help me get this suit ready," Freddy asks, back turned.

"Chica and Bonnie, make sure he doesn't move an inch." With that, Foxy leaves the table side and helps out Freddy.

Flailing does no good and Mike lies there, exhausted, while Bonnie continues holding onto one of his arms. Chica wipes the tears away from Mike's face, humming. It's quiet except for Mike's sobs and the preparation of the suit.

"Bonnie," Mike whispers. Chica and Bonnie lean in to listen to him. "If you let me go, I can promise you that I'll return. You don't have to stuff me into a suit to make me stay. We can both be happy if we can make an arrangement where I don't have to die, but I can still visit you."

"I think you would leave and never come back," Chica admits sadly. "But if you become one of us, you'll never want to leave! You'll be friends with us forever."

"I'd come back," Mike lies.

"I doubt that," Freddy says over his shoulder.

Foxy holds both parts of the suit while Freddy orders Bonnie to get Mike off the table. Holding the trembling guard, Bonnie watches Foxy lay out the backside of the suit full of wires and springs. It looks terribly painful. Mike whimpers and Bonnie feels his mechanical heart break.

"Everything's going to be fine," Bonnie assures the man, patting him gently on the back.

They all stare at the suit like it's going to jump up and perform something amazing. Then, Freddy holds out his arms. Bonnie feels Mike's fist clench in his fur, but he hands the former guard over.

In Freddy's arms and suddenly feeling a paw on his shoulder, Mike can't move. Even if he had the most strength in the world, his body wouldn't have moved. The night had thrown too much at him and his mind doesn't know what to make of it. Maybe his brain has finally snapped.

A scream tears through Mike's throat as he's pushed into the suit, feeling the metal rip through his soft flesh. They rip through every past of his flesh until they're sticking out through the other side of his body. Blood rushes out through the several wounds until Mike's shirt is covered in it. Like a lake, it pools in the suit, dripping onto the floor. There's a huge wire sticking out of his stomach, waiting to connect with the fitting part. Several wires stick out of his arms, legs, and chest, like a puzzle piece. The pain is indescribable. If there wasn't a wire sticking through his throat, Mike would've screamed again and again. In his younger years he had once cut his palm on sharp glass. It was nothing compared to this. Pain that's so powerful that you can't move in fear of making it a hell of a lot worse. Each breath sends spikes of pain through his chest.

His fear has left him due to one simple fact. No matter how much he screams or begs for life, he's still going to die.

"The top," Freddy commands, using his paw to push down Mike's body further into the suit, causing the wounds in his frail body to deepen. When Mike swallows, some of the saliva pours out from the wound on his neck and a fresh batch of tears clot his eyes.

The paw on his shoulder disappears, then shortly reappears. Chica and Bonnie watch Mike silently, not moving an inch to help him. Silently he curses their names, all of them. Most of all, Freddy.

The top part of the suit doesn't hurt much at all. It connects with the wires sticking out of Mike's body. It fits around Mike like a blanket. Except blankets didn't smell like death and are stained with blood.

When Mike feels his eyes roll, Foxy lightly smacks his cheeks. "Not yet, lad," he says seriously.

"Give him some space," Bonnie says, holding out his arm to stop Chica from getting closer to the table. "It'll still work if he taps out early."

"Not if he doesn't have the head on," Freddy explains, holding out the last piece of the suit out, the head piece. Foxy's the one who gently lifts up Mike's head, allowing Freddy to slip the

piece onto his head. Chica winces as she hears a crushing sound. Bonnie watches it all, hoping that it'll work, ears alert.

Mike feels the head piece contract against his head, slowly squishing his brain. Something's ripping his mouth, the pain similar to getting several teeth pulled without pain medicine. His eyes pop, something pushing against them. All the while, Mike thinks, 'What a terrible way to die.' His lack of concern about his well-being doesn't surprise him. In the back of his mind, he knew he was a dead man from the first noises he heard while inside the pizzeria. So, it's not entirely a surprise that he's mutilated on a table in the parts and repair room while surrounded by the four animatronics. They're all gathered around the table, their heads practically covering the view of the ceiling. They stare at him like some kind of zoo attraction.

"Now he's ready," Freddy says quietly.

Silent moments pass. Mike's breathing becomes harsher, his lungs gasping for air. Another breath brings blood into his lungs and he chokes, a mix of spit and blood oozing out of his mouth.

In the moment, Mike can physically feel the life draining out of him. While that life is floating away, his eyes start to shut.

"It's all right t'let go now," Foxy says quietly, squeezing Mike's shoulder. Even though Mike can't feel the touch due to the thick padding of the suit, it gives him a sense of comfort. When he closes his eyes, he imagines his mom squeezing his shoulder affectionately, not Foxy.

Drifting off into the darkness of his damaged mind, Mike takes his last breath. Before falling down the dark abyss, breaking away from this life and entering somewhere anew, he makes sure he dies with his eyes closed.

When Mike tries to open his eyes, worry flits through him when they won't open. It's like something's sticking them together. Moving his arm to rub his eyes, he flinches when soft material brushes against his skin. Tasting blood in his mouth brings back what had happened. Oddly, he's not worried. He's obviously died and is somewhere else. The question is where? Hopefully somewhere that has great sunlight and a warm beach. Do beaches smell like sweat and blood?

Something wet, like a cloth, suddenly rubs his eyes. Mike can feel the stickiness melt away and feels excitement at the thought of opening his eyes. Will he be in heaven? When his dark brown eyes finally examine the area around him, he freezes. It's the room where he was murdered at. Chica's beside him, smiling like a little girl.

"Mikey! How're you feeling?" she asks, voice raised in excitement.

"Mike's awake!" Foxy yells out from another room, his footsteps getting near until he pops into the room, jumping beside the man. Bonnie and Freddy soon enter the room, Mike staring at them, wondering what's going on. He's supposed to be dead. He couldn't have survived being stuffed into a suit...

"Oh my god," Mike stammers in horror as he glances down at his "body". Now covered in a light yellow suit, there are bloodstains staining several patches of the artificial fur. Paws replace his hands while the ears on top of his head twitch.

"I knew that suit would suit you well," Freddy says proudly.

"Pun intended," Bonnie silently adds under his breath.

"He's still ignoring me," Chica murmurs.

"Dare I say it, you look kinda cute in that bunny suit," Foxy chuckles, helping Mike off of the table. Mike shakily gets to his feet, not understanding.

Bonnie glances down at the floor, his cheeks turning a different shade. "You do look cute."

"Back off," Foxy growls, eyes narrowed. "Just because he's a bunny doesn't mean you automatically have t' have a crush on him."

"What the hell? When did I ever say I had a crush on him?"

"Shut up you two," Freddy snaps, tired of the bickering. The two instantly quiet down and wait for Mike to say something.

"Why am I not dead?" Mike questions aloud, looking at the animatronics in turn. The fear he had felt for them was gone.

Before anyone can answer, Chica intervenes. "I know! Let me explain." Being pleased at being the center of attention, she continues, "Whenever we put a suit on a human and they die while inside of it, they'll come back to life as an animatronic."

"She's right," Bonnie adds. "Freddy revived all of us when something terrible inside the pizzeria happened. He would've let us all die if we didn't tell him that we wanted to live. So he gave us this life, just like how we gave you yours."

"So can I get out of the suit?" Mike whispers.

"Nope. It's stuck on you forever," Foxy explains happily. "We can play forever now that you're one o' us!"

"You're now a part of this family, boy," Freddy asserts. "You'll be protected from the nastiness of the human world. Would you like a new name since you're starting out a new life in our family?"

Numbly shaking his head, Mike cannot bring himself to look at any of them in the eyes.

"Why do you look so sad?" Chica asks after a beat of silence from the newly made animatronic. "If you can't think of a name, I can make one for you!"

"He's been through a lot these past hours," Freddy explains. "We should give him some time to get used to his new body."

"That's right. Took me months to get used to my animatronic body," Bonnie adds.

"What I'm trying to say," Freddy looks sharply at Foxy, "Is that we need to leave him alone for a while. We're overwhelming him."

"Alright, fine. Tomorrow let's hang out, okay?" Bonnie says to Mike, receiving a glare from Foxy.

"Dear God if you two argue again..." Freddy warns. Bonnie leaves promptly after that, not wanting to get reprimanded again. Chica follows Bonnie out the door with a, "See ya!"

Mike glances up from the ground when it's only Foxy and Freddy in the room. Foxy's close to his side, his paw twitching impatiently.

Freddy gives Foxy a stern glance. "Foxy, I need to talk to Mike alone."

There's no way in hell Mike's going to allow himself to be alone with Faz. "I'm not staying here," he suddenly spits out, his jaw aching. "I'll try my best to escape this place."

Freddy raises an eyebrow while Foxy glances between the two nervously. "You can get those silly thought out of your head," Freddy says sternly. "You aren't leaving."

"Why not? I can walk out the door right now if I wanted to," Mike argues, his rabbit ears twitching irritably.

"That's not possible."

"Why the hell not? If not a door, I'll smash a window out and climb out through it!"

Amusement crosses Freddy's face. "I'll tell you why. Your first question was, 'Why am I not dead.' This pizzeria contains supernatural powers that your mind will never fully understand. I fail to understand it all, either. All I know is that I was made by these supernatural powers. I used those supernatural powers to revive Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, and you from the dead."

"I was perfectly fine when you shoved that suit on me!" Mike shouts, interrupting the bear. "You're the one that killed me! You're a murderer!"

"Don't you dare call me a murderer." Freddy's eyes turn cold and Foxy winces, knowing the moods Freddy can get himself in. "I was doing what's best for you."

"How do you know what's best for me?! You don't know anything about me!"

"I know that you were lonely as a kid."

"Everyone's lonely as a kid at some point," Mike mutters, not wanting to remember his younger years.

"Alright then, so everyone's lonely when they're a kid. At least their parents are there to help them through the tough times, right? But I know that your dad never cared about you. Your mom was the only one who showed you affection."

"Shut up."

Noting Mike's hitch in his voice, Foxy pipes up, "Freddy, I think you got your point across. Let's leave t' lad be."

"I still haven't answered his question, though," Freddy growls. His face suddenly loses the anger he originally had, replaced by sorrow. "Due to you being reincarnated by the supernatural powers of this building, you have a small part of that power inside of you. Whenever you try to leave the building, that piece inside of you will not allow you to continue outside."

Mike hides his face in his hands. His body shakes and a sob escapes from him. For a moment Freddy regrets transforming this broken man into one of them, but it disappears as fast as it appears. He's doing what's best for his family. Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy are smiling again. And that's all that matters. Mike will get used to living here, and eventually, the pizzeria and his new body will grow on him, just like it had on Freddy himself when he was transformed into an animatronic.

"Mike..." Foxy's about to comfort him when Freddy points to the door. After a glance back at his friend, Foxy leaves the room, his tail dragging miserably on the floor. He thought that things would've played out better than what they currently have.

Watching him sob, Freddy stands in between the door frame, conflicted emotions passing his face. "I'm sorry, Mike." Departing from the room and leaving him to sob, Freddy doesn't know what he apologized for, for the man's unlucky life or the fact that he'll stay here, unwillingly, forever as a part of their family.