Mike's POV (OMG RIGHT?!)
Damn Vincent... it wasn't him... he probably wanted to... but it wasn't him...
Flashback~~~~~
I was in the middle of shift, noticing the animatronics weren't coming in the room to talk or something. They were acting like they did when he first started working here. When he wasn't friends with them... 'Oh, shit'
Thank god Jeremy wasn't there... it was Saturday night... It was only 1 am and the animatronics were coming in quickly. All the toy animatronics stayed at bay most of the time. The withered ones... Freddy (like always) stayed smart and tried to attack quickly, Bonnie (like Bonnie) attacked first and keeps on attacking. Chica always attacked after Bonnie, like right after, put the tablet up after Bonnie, she tries to attack me. I flashed at Foxy a couple times and went to wind up the Music Box. But I was too late... Marionette is coming.
I had nothing to do, except trying to dodge him but it would be hard because he is fast. What am I supposed to do? While I was thinking (which I wish I didn't) Marionette attacked me.
He tackled me to the wall and pinned me. I know he didn't like puns, but this is crazy.
"Get off of me!"
"Never Mike!"
My phone was on the table (so smart Mike) and I was on the wall behind it. I need to call someone, anyone! Marionette took out a knife.
"I never stuff people into suits Mike~ I always like to play with them!" Marionette cackled, and it was sure damn creepy.
He started in my shoulder. He pushed down until the knife couldn't go down much more. I screamed in pain. He did it to my other shoulder as well. I was in a pool of blood by the time he was done with the shoulders. The pain was unbearable. I couldn't move my arms at all. He stabbed my hands as well. The hands are more sensitive so it hurt much more. I couldn't speak or scream anymore... it hurt just too much.
"Oh Mike can't do nothing except cry? That's sad!" It was another voice. It was toy Chica.
"T-this i-isn't y-you g-guys..." I tried to say. I was weak, I've shouldn't have done that.
Marionette pierced the knife in my thigh. He did it once, twice, three times, to both. My eyesight was going fuzzy. I tried to stay strong, but it was impossible. I was going to die.
*Ding* 6 am.
Vincent came in. "Damn it! I wanted to do it!" He grumbled something.
He took my phone and called someone and said, "He's dead."
(A/N) Hope you like! I'm going to do a random chapter next. It's probably going to tell how the two met. I dunno. Hope you like!
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Mikey
FanfictionREAD ME!!!!!! He is the old. You are the new. He survived. But you didn't know. He's protected. And you are too. But by one. He dies unfortunately but is happy. But you... you are depressed. Hey this is a sad book, and this is BEFORE Promises. Kinda...
