Mike Schmidt's Horrid Tale

Toreador March

Mike walked back to work. It was 11:55. He was outside, stopping and turning to the door. His eyes flashed with some darkness gleaming in them, but soon turned back to normal. Mike stopped and thought about the millisecond he didnt feel. He shooked the feeling off, "I really need to rest more." He grumbled, unlocking the door of the god-forsaken restaurant he despised by now. He sat in The Office, turning on the Monitor. It appeared on the Show Stage. He exhaled sharply, as 12 AM hit.

 The Phone rang, and Mike answered it. The "Phone Guy" talked to him and hung up. "Pretty helpful." He grunted. Immediately after checking the Show Stage and door lights, Bonnie was rowdy, already in the exit of the Dining Area. "Ah hell." Mike muttered, squinting to see Chica in the distance as well. He cursed. The open beak of the animatronic was pointing out, lighted up by the light bulb which flickered a bit. He kicked the chair he was on and lowered the Monitor. He checked the door lights. No one. He heard some static and some DJ sounds, which he chuckled at. Mike checked the camera. Bonnie was staring right at him in the West Hall Corner, his face glitching. "This freaking tablet better not die out on me..." The power left didnt really astonish him. It was already 1 AM, and 79% Power left. He checked the lights and Bonnie was staring right at him, piercing his eyes. Mike would usually slam the door shut, but he flinched. He couldnt move. He tried... but nothing... At last, Bonnie started screeching and going forwards inside the Office. Mike regained the ability to move and slammed the door shut once more. His heart was beating extremely, and he was hyperventilating. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong...

2 AM rang soon. He had a mere 68% Power from improving his strategy. Bonnie was Backstage, while Chica was in the Restrooms, mouth open. He shuddered when he saw the second pair of teeth. Mike then slapped his forehead in realization and checked Pirates Cove. Foxy was looking at the camera, head cocked to the side. Mike just sat there. "For Christ's Sake...." He spat out after a minute. He checked the door lights. Chica was staring right at him, beak open. He slammed the door shut "Fuck ittt!" He shouted, clearly mad. His power soon dropped down to an astounding 52%. Mike checked the lights and literally saw something like Chica actually humping the door. He shook his head and took another look. Chica was like she was before. "The hell?" He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Get back in the game.." He muttered and wished those words wouldnt have come out. 3 AM rang and Chica retreated back to the Dining Area "Finally, that bitch stopped sapping the fucking power." Mike checked the cameras. Bonnie was Backstage, Foxy still in his pose... and Freddy- "Dum Dum Dum..." Those three words made Mike flinch and drop the tablet. He quickly picked it back up and pressed everywhere, in hopes of finding Freddy. Chica has moved to the Restrooms, and two white eyes were staring right into the camera. Right into Mike.... "W-w-we..."  Mike froze. Did... Did the animatronics just speak? Out of their voicebox limit? No, it mustve been all in his head. Mike jumped back when he heard a screech and Freddy's head popped on the camera with bloodshot eyes. Mike screamed as well and cupped his heart. He was scared HARD. "God fucking dammit!" Freddy's head was still there. Lights began to flicker. And then fast footsteps. To the left of him. Then he realized. "Foxy..."

Mike immediately slammed the door shut. Foxy banged on it and his voicebox acted up. "M-MI-K-E" Foxy spoke up. Mike stopped what he was doing, which was checking the cameras. "L-Look... I-im s--" Foxy was interrupted by a screech. Then another. Multiple. At least five screeches were exploding from Foxy. The fox animatronic banged on the door. "MI-*SCREEEEEEEEEECH*I-K-*SCREEECH* E" Everything went quiet. "Forgive me...." The old pirate voice echoed. Mike didnt dare move. He simply opened the left door. The animatronics on the cameras were..... They werent moving. Just back on the Show Stage. 4 AM Rang. None of the animatronics were looking at the camera. Just looking into the Dining Area's direction, not moving. Mike then checked the Pirates Cove camera. All he saw was Foxy's nose retreating back in the curtain. 

Mike didnt move much. The animatronics didnt either. Everything went quiet.... Until it was almost 6 AM. The Toreador March swooshed around the restaurant and into the open Office. Mike listened to the song, and the ding of 6 AM, where a final screech was heard. He walked out of the restaurant. Something was way off... but he had no idea... Why did Foxy apologize? It seemed... wrong... Mike had no idea what Foxy was talking about, but was pretty sure he didnt want to know... 

"Im sorry Mike...."