Michael sat down in the office, and grabbed the tablet for the cameras, flipping through them. Freddy was already off the stage, and in… the parts and service room? Freddy grinned at the camera, before opening the nearby breaker, and punching it, cutting the camera feed… and the power. Michael was plunged into darkness, the dull drone of the generator turning off filling the air.

That cheater.

Michael didn’t have time to get angry, as he grabbed a flashlight in one of the desk drawers, and tapped it a few times against his leg to turn it on. He sat in the darkness of the office for a few minutes, but decided that moving would be better for his safety. He wandered the dark main party room, listening for footsteps.

Instead, he heard a high pitched laugh that echoed down the hallway, and Michael lifted the flashlight. He heard echoey footsteps from down the hallway. Michael squinted down the hallway at… nothing? He looked around, and then up at the ceiling, but he wished he hadn’t. Crawling like a spider upside down, was the golden bear, staring down at him. The same rush of sound filled his ears, and he plugged his ears, trying to block out the sound. Another high-pitched giggle, and the monstrosity was gone. He wasn’t sure why, but that golden bear seemed to radiate something he’d felt before. A kind of cold, deathly aura.

Loud, deep footsteps were heard in front of him… Shining his light at it, he saw the towering brown bear smiling at him. Michael slowly stepped backwards, before sprinting off, putting as much distance between him and Freddy.

Freddy would chuckle, before quickly giving chase. Michael ran to the kitchen, and hid beside the door he opened, holding his breath.

The bear’s footsteps were heard as he followed, looking around the kitchen. Michael snuck out from behind the door, getting more distance between them.

“MIIIIIIKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYY!!!!” The bear roared, calling out.

Michael said nothing. Grabbing out his flashlight, he snuck into a fetal position under a table and looked around the Dining Area… where he saw Bonnie, who didn’t seem to notice him. That’s when Michael noticed. Was Bonnie’s muzzle broken? Michael took a closer look. He was right, it did look broken.

Bonnie made a low droning noise, his magenta eyes glowing softly in the moonless night. He wandered around, stopping right in front of the table Michael was hiding under.

Michael stayed quiet, holding his breath until Bonnie wandered off.

Getting out of his hiding spot. Michael would light his flashlight again, facing Pirate’s Cove. Foxy peered out, but when the light hit him, his eyepatch raised up, and he bared his teeth, flinging the curtains open.

Michael forgot Foxy hated blinding lights.

“YARG, YE BLINDED ME YE SCURVY BASTARD.” Foxy roared, furiously. Michael would back up from the fox’s curtain, getting a dangerous urge he’d have to start running again.

Michael sprinted away, Foxy hot on his tail. As he ran, he would also turn and shine the light in Foxy’s eyes..

Suddenly, as he ran Michael got an odd sense of deja vu.

*

“We got a suit that be just perfect for ye!”.

Michael looked in terror back at Foxy, and picked up speed. He thought dimly in the back of mind about the music box, and took a detour to the prize corner. He scooped up the music box, and wound it, panting from physical exertion.

“You just need to keep moving.” A voice grimaced toward Fritz.

“I know, I know.” Michael wheezed back, as if he was slowly losing speed.

“Ye can’t outpace me fer much longer! Don’t have yer damn mask now, do ye!?” Foxy chortled as he quickly continued his chase.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

Foxy chuckled, unfazed,. “Yer pretty damn’ brave considering what we could to ye.”

Michael flashed the flashlight at Foxy, attempting to slow him down. Foxy let out a low whine as he stopped for a split second, blinded by the light. He stopped, looked up at Fritz, now very pissed, and charged.

“I should have really thought this out.”

Michael would speed up, and turn a corner, back to the main room. Foxy didn’t follow, it would be easy to assume he got lost while chasing the guard, it seemed the flashlight made him lose his vision for a split second. Michael took a deep breath, and listened. The steps of the animatronic fox could be heard. Michael cursed, and snuck out of the room, and into one of the vent systems, trying to hide.

He felt cornered… as the steps of the animatronic fox walked around. The thudding, the thudding, the thudding, the thudding. Michael felt like he was on the brink of insanity.

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Michael kept his light shined on the fox as the quick moment flashed by. He didn’t remember the whole thing, but he assumed he had the gist. Foxy growled, and slunk off to another room, prowling for Michael.

Chica, who was clattering in the kitchen, stopped making noise a few minutes prior, slammed open the doors, and scanned the room, an angry scowl on her face.

“Come on out Michael, I know you’re in here somewhere.”

Chica wandered around the main party room, listening for anything. Michael stood completely still, not even breathing. Chica grumbled, and wandered off.

Michael looked around for any place he could hide in… the backstage. He’d seen that camera, a small table, one he could hide under until dawn.

He stood up, and walked as quietly as he could to the back room, nearly avoiding a run-in with the bipedal rabbit. Bonnie clicked his jaw, and made a confused hum, but didn’t notice Michael.

Upon entering the backstage, Michael was about to go under the desk.. but noticed something. Beside the camera, just outside of its view, was a lump. Michael couldn’t make it out. He knew he should get under the table instantly, but part of him… was curious.

He slowly walked up to the lump, and tapped it gently with his foot. The lump was… cold and squishy, not anything mechanical… seemingly more… organic. Michael would grab out his flashlight, and shine it.

Michael screamed, more out of shock than fear.

On the ground, in front of him, was the mutilated body of a middle-age man. His body was unrecognizable, and he couldn’t tell exactly who it was. The guard’s leg had been ripped off, his body was skinny, almost showing bone, and his head… it was shattered. The shirt he was wearing was drenched entirely in blood. On the shirt read a small nametag: “KYLE”.

Michael sighed, and took the name tag off, half tempted to put it in his pocket, as a memento of his fallen co-worker, but the company would want to see it.

“I see you’ve noticed my small passion project.”

That came from behind him.

Michael whirled around, flashlight in hand, the beam landing on the massive brown bear. He narrowed his eyes, and reached for something he could use for defense. An endoskeleton arm, or a crowbar. Hell, he’d even settle for a wrench.

Freddy suddenly lunged forward with no warning, and tackled Michael to the ground, “I’m not letting you rely on some bullshit escape plan this time. There’s no Jeremy, none of those annoying shadows, just YOU. AND.ME.”

Michael rammed the base of his flashlight into Freddy’s face. The bear recoiled a bit and growled, before suddenly punching Michael in the chest, twice as hard as the flashlight hit him. Michael grimaced, and lost his wind. He tried his best to ram the flashlight in further, trying to cause as much damage as possible.

Suddenly, Freddy would lurch further, and slam his paw down straight on Michael’s right arm. A loud crack erupted as blood immediately spurted from the paw. A low chuckle that had no source sounded from one of the walls, but nothing else happened. Freddy noticed it too, as he looked around, saw something and snarled.

Someone or something was reveling in the pain.

This was when Michael realized Freddy was distracted. Michael reached with his left arm for anything sharp, and he fell on a pen that had fallen out of Kyle’s pocket. He went for an open spot, and stabbed into it, trying to at the very least distract Freddy a little longer.

“You Afton’s never do know when to quit.” A voice Michael hadn’t heard for a long time. Freddy looked back at the figure, and snarled, getting off Michael and staring at the thing. Michael saw it too, it was the golden bear.

“Perhaps… I didn’t put enough faith into you, bear. But, no matter how admirable your efforts are…”

“Death always wins in the end.” an old face chuckled, before landing on the floor behind Michael as it started to shift.

Michael, who had since stood up, was leaning against the wall trying to retain his balance as his heart beated faster. His eyes fell on the towering black bear, who was grinning at him, baring his teeth.

“You have done enough Fazbear. Leave, before I change my mind on you leaving in one piece.”

“You shadows never know how to leave me and my prey alone, do you…?”

“SHADOW?!? I AM MORE THAN A SIMPLE SHADOW, YOU MECHANICAL FOOL.”

“I see through your disguise, you're nothing more than a simple, sad, shadow This one is mine...”

Nightmare retained his calm best he could, staring Freddy dead in the eyes. Freddy showed no fear, however. He flexed his claws, and growled at Michael.

“If I can’t kill you, then I’ll just kill someone else like you.”

A gentle golden light filtered in from the pizza place windows, illuminating the main party room. Freddy just stared, ignoring the call, and turned back to Michael, chuckling. Michael couldn’t help but laugh, he’d finally done it. For 6 long nights, Freddy had done anything and everything in his power to kill him, and yet it all failed either thwarted by his own stupidity, or just dumb luck.

But then… Freddy chuckled, and Michael noticed, Freddy wasn’t going back to the stage like he usually would. He just stayed, staring down Michael.

“You don’t get to leave, Mikey.”

Freddy was no longer playing by the rules. Michael just stood there, leaning against the table.

“It would be a shame if they found two dead bodies tonight, and only you were in the room.”

Suddenly, Freddy tackled Michael again, staring him down, “I’d rather be scrapped if it meant I TOOK YOU WITH ME!”

Outside of the parts and service room, Michael faintly heard the jingling of keys and the faint whistle of an old show tune. Freddy quickly heard this, slammed the door, and locked it, leaving him and Michael in the room.

“They would hate to find you next to a dismantled animatronic and a dead body, wouldn’t they, Mikey?”

Michael glared at Freddy, and kicked the door, trying to make as much noise as possible before he couldn’t make noise at all. That’s when the door unlocked. Michael was about to turn to Freddy, but noticed that Freddy was now sitting at the table, shut off and looking very damaged.

The door opened.

The Female tech gasped, and recoiled at the sight of the animatronic.

“Hell is wrong with you, breaking in just to do this??”

That’s when the tech turned to her left…. And saw the remains of Kyle, she screamed as she saw the body. She looked as if she was about to throw up.

Michael couldn’t protest, this looked bad for an outsider. He just stood there. The female tech would quickly fish a phone out of her pocket, and call the police.

Michael sat down, and put his head in his hands. There was no way he was getting out of this scott free. When he looked up again, he saw Freddy’s eyes locked onto his. Michael wanted to punch Freddy, but he knew he couldn’t.

It seemed that Freddy had finally won after all, even if it was a little unconventional for himself…