'Sup, guys, this is Maveriqua with another story!

I don't know how this idea popped into my mind but I wanted to write it down.

FNAF belongs to Scott Cawthorn

Mike slammed the door button as Chica appeared in the hallway. The door came down just as the animatronic chicken stepped into the office. Now both doors were closed because Foxy was in the other hall.

He checked the monitor and gulped. He had 15% power left, and it was only three a.m. If he used all the power, the doors would open and then...he gulped as he remembered what had happened to the Phone Guy. He couldn't die, he just couldn't. It was nearly the end of the week, just one more day to go after this. He couldn't die now.

Now the power was down to 13%. Mike started hyperventilating. He looked frantically around the office. His eyes fell on the fan, the monitor, and finally, the newspaper clippings.

The newspaper clippings! Mike grabbed them off the wall. He hadn't had much time to read them since he'd had to keep watching the cameras. However, he had been able to scan them. The clippings were basically about five kids that had gone missing in 1987. Something to do with an employee. Mike remembered the fleeting glimpses of a golden bear out of the corner of his eye. That one, Foxy, Chica, Freddy, Bonnie.

Five kids. Five animatronics. Could it be? He studied the clippings more closely. A Fazbear employee had been accused of murdering the children. The bodies were never found. Later, the animatronics started to smell...

"Oh my God," muttered Mike. It made sense now. The children had died inside the animatronics. If their ghosts were hanging around, that would explain a bit. And if the employee who had murdered the kids was a night guard...no wonder they wanted to kill him! The kids probably hadn't been older than ten, considering the primary audience for the restaurant. They probably couldn't process the night guards changing. They wanted revenge.

He had to explain he was no threat, that he was no murderer. But how? A plan began to formulate in the night guard's mind. He checked the monitor. 10% power. He had to be quick. He took off the night guard's hat, took off the jacket, and searched around for something else to wear as the power fell to 8%.

7%

6%

3%

1%

The lights went out.

A few seconds later, Freddy's theme was heard in the hallway, accompanied by a laugh and glowing eyes. Freddy sauntered into the office, ready to grab the night guard. Except the night guard wasn't there. The bear, confused, checked under the desk. Nothing. Behind the monitor, under the cupcake. Nothing, nothing.

Foxy ran in, followed by Chica and Bonnie. "What's taking so long?" he asked. "It can't be that hard to restrain him!"

Freddy looked at them. "He's gone."

"He flew the coop?" asked Bonnie.

"Not exactly," said Chica. She pointed to the monitor, which, since it was battery-powered, was still on. It was currently showing the party area, where a man in a custodial uniform was...putting out paper plates? The man looked like the night guard.

"What's he doing?" asked Foxy. "Does he want us to kill him?"

Freddy shrugged. Just then, another animatronic appeared on the screen. It was a golden bear with glowing eyes, lying limply on the floor like a puppet with it's strings cut. Golden Freddy. The man turned around and jumped. "Come on," said Freddy, turning away. "Let's just go get him. Or what's left when Golden is finished."

The four robot animals walked back down the hallway to the party area. When they got there, they saw a bizarre sight that shocked them still. There was a cake on the table and paper plates set out. Golden Freddy sat on one of the chairs, a party hat on his head. The night guard/custodian was straightening chairs. He turned around and grinned when he saw the animatronics. "Great, you're here! Now we can start the party!"

The robots stared at him in confusion. They had just been trying to kill him. Why was he throwing a party? Freddy eyed the cake suspiciously. The last time he'd been at a party, he'd died. They all had. What was going on?

The man sighed. "Look," he said, "I know who you are. I saw the newspaper clippings in the office. You're the five missing children, aren't you?"

Freddy couldn't believe his auditory sensors. Someone had figured it out? He saw Bonnie nod. "And...I'm guessing that whoever killed you was a night guard, right?" Another nod. "I see." The guard wiped his hands on the jumpsuit. "Look, I don't blame you for trying to kill me. If I got killed and woke up as a robot, I guess I'd be pretty pis...I'd be pretty revenge-y too."

"You don't have to watch your language so much, you know," said Golden in a creaky voice. "Mentally, we're at least teenagers now, even if our bodies...well...aren't. Plus, you should hear what the adults say in the back room."

Foxy laughed. "Screw the adults, you should hear some of the kids! Man, I don't remember us being that profane!"

The mention of the past lead to a tense silence for a minute. "So..." said Chica, "what's your name? I mean, we've just been calling you 'the night guard' so..."

The man smiled. "Mike," he said "Mike Schmidt."

"Nice to meet you, Mike," said Bonnie. "So...what's with the costume change?" he asked, gesturing to the custodian's coveralls Mike was wearing.

Mike grinned sheepishly. "Well, I figured you were coming after me because of the uniform. So I changed because I had the crazy idea you wouldn't recognize me without the hat."

Bonnie rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. We're not that dumb." He rubbed his hands. "So, can we have cake now?"

"Let's eat!" yelled Chica. The animatronics sat down and dug into the cake. As Mike finished his second slice, he frowned in confusion. "There's just one thing I'm confused about."

"What's that?" asked Foxy as he grabbed a fourth slice.

"Well, the mur...the other guard got arrested, right? So, haven't your deaths been avenged?"

Bonnie sighed. "What do you call that? A miscarriage of justice. The guy who was arrested wasn't the murderer. The murderer had slipped away earlier." He stabbed his plate angrily, sending the cake on it flying...right into Foxy's face. "Whoops," said Bonnie sheepishly.

Foxy wiped the cake off, glaring at the rabbit. Then he grinned and picked up his own slice. "Food fight!" he howled.

Custodial had their work cut out for them the following morning.

Mike hugged Bonnie as he packed up to leave for the weekend. "I'll be back next week, guys," he promised as he walked out the door. And I promise I will help you.

And that's how everything was resolved without anyone else dying!

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