Five nights at Freddy's (Complete Fanstory, 1-4)

The Forth night

"..Hey, hey wake up!" Mike was on the floor, his eyes were opening slowly to find P.G shaking him awake. Mike quickly shifted up to his feet, distancing himself away from P.G.

"What...WHAT the FUCK was that?! I am monitoring the cameras and then a FUCKING fox, comes and SCARES the SHIT outta me that I fall unconscious!"

"Language, please. Mike, all these animatronics do is play their game of 'Hide and Seek' with you! All you have to do, is hide well enough." P.G raised his hands.

"Oh ok! Just a little game, huh? Well, that's just dandy! Another thing-!" Mike pointed at P.G. "YOU repaired the animatronics after the bite of 87'. What caused the animatronics to break down? Was it because of the Bite? And another thing, where the freaking HELL is the phone guy?!"

All P.G did was raise a finger and clucked his tongue. "Language, I ask of you. You are getting close...Come back again tonight. I'm sure you'll find more tonight. Now, if you please, I need to open the pizzeria." P.G walked by Mike and into the hallway.

Mike was as angry as a bull. He stormed out of the pizzeria, almost wanting to break the doors he left through.

All Mike wanted at home was peace and quiet, while drinking a nice cup of coffee. His son made this otherwise.

"Daddy, are you alright?" Mike Jr tugged softly on his father's sleeve.

"Yes son, I'm fine."

"Are you mad? At me?" Mike Jr sniffled at little.

Mike peered down at his son, remembering what his son thought of before, the thought that his son thought Mike didn't love him. "No, of course not, you're a good little boy."

Mike lifted up his son and laid him on his lap. "Don't you ever think that I don't love you boy. You know I do, I always do. I love you Mikey."

He held his son, almost crying at another thought.

A thought which was terrible and depressing, if he died, Mike Jr would be torn to bits, completely devastated. If Mike Jr was as sad when his mom died, Mike couldn't imagine what his son would be like if his dear father died.

"I wuve you too daddy," Mike Jr threw his arms around his father's neck, holding him tightly.

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A clock rang. Mike woke up groggy, rubbing his eyes. He found his son still sleeping with his tiny head laid softly on Mike's shoulder.

He petted his son's hair and carried him to his room, laying him softly and sweetly in his bed, tucking him in.

It was a few moments between them that Mike realized he had to go. Mike didn't want to die, not just for his sake but his son's sake.

He sat on his son's bed. Mike can't just leave and quit, he has to consider that him and his son are quite poor. Then again, Mike also wanted to solve his little curiosity, but that wasn't important. What was important was this little guy, laying on his little bed, dreaming away, carefree and innocent. Mike sighed as he bent down to kiss his son.

It was again 11:30, Mike had really questioned himself why he didn't come earlier. All in all, he still came. Mike promised that he will quit after five nights, when he gets his pay check.

Opening the doors, passing the pictures on the walls, walking underneath the stars which hanged, and came into the familiar office.

The file boxes were still on the floor where he left them. He sat in his chair, grabbing the huge file box. Once again, he was familiarized with the recipes, bills, newspapers, folders, letters and receipts. After one, after another, nothing came which would help.