OMG I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long!

Anyways I'm sorry, I'm going to ease back into this story and for that this is a important filler chapter that will give you all insight on how Mike is feeling and how he feels about phone guy.

So yes it's short because it's just to get a feel for this story again the next one will be longer than this one... Okay now I'm just rambling...

I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own FNAF.

Friday...

It had been one whole week since Mike started working at the pizzeria and believe him when he says it hasn't been a pleasant experience. Now that he had two jobs and school to keep up with he only got three measly hours of sleep per day and it has been starting to take its toll on him, both physically and mentally.

The bags under his eyes were extremely dark now and his eyes were half lidded and glassy most of the time. His cheeks have also started to hollow out a bit and his posture was slouched. He also shuffled to most places instead of walking, but the mental strain was worse.

He noticed that he was starting to become paranoid, and would jump at the smallest of sounds and physical contact.

People at school also started to notice and it annoyed him to no end.

The whispering that would erupt among the different cliques as he passed down the halls, the eyes that would roam over his form as if it were the most interesting thing in the world as he opened his locker... It was all so infuriating for the poor fifteen year old boy.

And of course who could forget his dear old father... The drunken tub of lard would ridicule him right before he went of to work and make snide remarks about how the old bots still haven't gotten to him.

... Ahh 'tis is the wonderful life of Michael Schmidt...

This lead up to now on a friday night where Mike is getting ready to enter the death trap he calls work after a crappy day at school and his other workplace. Well at least it's friday meaning he would be getting his first paycheck to this cruddy job as soon as his shift ended.

Yawning the teen opened the door and walked to his office, plopping down onto the swivel chair and picking up his trusty tablet. And as per usual as soon as the clock struck midnight the phone rang, flipping through the rooms Mike listened to phone guy's seventh message*.

"Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day 7. I knew you could do it."

Mike smiled a little at phone guy's words, even though he hated the guy at first he recently developed a attachment to the man even though he never met him personally. He was sort of a like a safety net for him... A constant that helped him get through every day... Err night.

"Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow. Bangbang"

Mike looked up in alarm at hearing the loud noises... There was no way phone guy was going to get caught... He had already made it so far to just get caught now.

"It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you *clears throat* uh, when I did. Umm I feel that since I'm probably not going to make it I should tell you my name at least..."

NoNoNoNo... Phone guy was going to make it. He was going to make it and they would both meet up and shake hands while phone guy told him his name right in his face in person. Then it would be his turn to give the man his own name...

"My name... I-it's Scott Cawthon... Wish I could have met ya personally... Bangbang..."

... He would then thank Scott for giving him all those instructions and tips that allowed him to survive for so long...

"Uh, hey, do me a favor. *bang bang* Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room? *bang bang* I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad. *bang bang* Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there."

This was then followed by the dreaded toreador march that the nightmarish mechanical bear produced and caused Mike to have nightmares of being stuffed into one of those horrendous suits...

'No he will make it... He has to!' Mike thought feebly.

... After thanking Scott he was gonna smack him on the head for being so nonchalant with the whole darn thing... Seriously who could be so calm about something this horrible!?...

"You know...*moan* oh, no - BANG YEARGHHHH!"

That was the last thing Mike heard before the recording went to static. Feeling numb Mike put the tablet down and hugged himself tightly. Shuddering the boy allowed his tears to roll down his cheeks freely.

...Scott was gone...

... And he never got a chance to tell him how he felt about him...

Some hours later...

It was now four a.m and Mike was panicking, he only had five percent of his battery left and it was going down fast due to Chica not leaving from the freakin' door.

Well crap...

Phone guy's death must have affected him more than he though because he had gotten more careless with his battery usage since the night started. Well at least maybe he'd get to escape from his misery if he got caught.

One percent...

Mike was now becoming hysterical, Chica hasn't left yet since he started ranting in his head about how unfair it all was. Taking off his hat and rubbing his scars Mike started to have some dark thoughts.

'Look at this I'm about to get killed by my supposed best friends... Never even got to finish my beer..." Thought Mike with a grim smile as he took out his most precious belonging, the black necklace he got all those years ago when everything was easier, and put it on around his neck.

Zero percent...

And as if on cue the lights fizzled out and the dreaded toreador march started to play, it's tune sending chills down Mike's spine. Then a pair of haunting glowing blue eyes flickered into existence their presence adding to the eerie atmosphere, and it was all terrifying. Mike couldn't handle the stress anymore and passed out, his last thoughts being quite negative...

'What a way to go... Death by a animatronic bear... The tub of lard is probably gonna get a good laugh out of it' then his body went limp, unconsciousness taking a hold of him.

Freddy lunged forward with a loud screech, his mechanical paws outstretched to puncture the knocked out night guard. Miscalculating his swing his claws instead just scratched the guards chest, leaving a nasty gash behind causing blood to start oozing out at a steady pace and hooking onto the black necklace causing it to snap off.

The sound of the necklace snapping caught Freddy's attention. Forgetting about the bleeding youth that he was previously targeting, he looked at the glittering black object in his grasp, his eyes widening in recognition.

A couple of years ago...

"Hey Mikey, come over here, we have a gift for you," Bonnie called out from the backstage, hiding something behind her back, all the other animatronics were gathered there already.

"What is it?" A much younger and happier Mike Schmidt questioned, his curiosity having been piqued.

"Close your eyes first, ok?" Bonnie said, nodding his head eagerly Mike shut his eyes tightly and awaited for the signal to open them again. Smiling Bonnie bent down and looped a black necklace with a square shaped charm over Mike's head, while the other animatronics smiled.

"Ok open your eyes now Mikey," Chica commanded ecstatically, listening to the large chicken's orders the young one opened his eyes. Looking down at himself Mike spotted his new gift.

"Wow guys this necklace is sooooo coool!" The child swooned happily, spinning in place on his heels jovially. Laughing, he stopped spinning and spread his arms wide indicating he wanted a group hug, and his friends were happy to oblige."Thanks so much guys, I love you all sooo much!" Mike squealed, feeling safe in the nest of arms the animatronic animals had created.

"We love you too Mikey..."

While this was going on nobody noticed a pair of eyes with white pinprick pupils glaring at the merry group with disdain.

Freeddy's eyes faded back to normal as he finished remembering the joyful memory, staring at the injured boy in front of him with horror and shock. Opening his mouth to speak he weakly questioned...

"Mikey... Is it you?... What have I done!"

There was no verbal response from the boy other than his pained whimpers, his skin paling at a rapid amount of time. Freddy looked at Mike all of his regular night mode programming successfully overridden by his worry for his old charge.

"I can't do this alone!" Freddy exclaimed as he tried to stop the blood flow with his hands and failing, only causing Mike to cry out in his unconscious state.

"BONNIE, CHICA, FOXY COME IN HERE MIKEY'S HURT!"

Whew... This hurt me inside...

Anyways I hope you all liked this chapter even though it's so short.

*Phone guy made three extra recordings here so day four was pushed up to day seven instead.

Yes and this is starting to seem to lean towards some Mike x Scott but it's just something I decided to throw in here meaning that it's supposed to be more of a fatherly and son like thing.

Plus thank you for being so patient with me! Virtual cookies for all my loyal readers!

Also I hope this appeases you all for now and I will try to update within a week.

TSA is out~