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

You Can't...

"What-?"

All he did was stand there, looking in this dark room.

There was nothing new or strange about it, Mike had already seen it before through a little crack.

It felt, really thick, yet it's not all that thick, it's a very small room. Whatever P.G was hiding in there, now was Mike's chance to find out what it is.

But whatever he was hiding, he needed to find it fast, P.G always comes early in the morning and Mike can hardly doubt that P.G would have great pleasure to stuff him in a Freddy suit.

The room was very dark, you could only see in the distance a small shade of light, reflecting a hint of gold somewhere.

Mike walked forwards to that hint of gold. The small light which reflected on the hint of gold, was bringing a tiny spark of light in the room.

Mike looked at the walls, old and ripped. Pictures and newspapers were hung on the walls. Newspapers which involved Fredbear's Family Diner and the Bite of 87'. Mike had absolutely no doubt in his mind, that P.G was the cause of both incidents.

The thing which glowed golden was coming into Mike's view. Mike's brow raised,

"A rabbit?"

It was a rabbit, like Bonnie, but it was incomplete, it was mangled, it was practically an endoskeleton with a few parts attached here and there. It looked scary.

What was a dismantled animatronic doing in P.G's secret room? Was he fixing it?

Mike walked backwards away from this animatronic. He almost tripped over a fallen book on the ground. Picking it up, he found it was a journal.

'Everything is falling smoothly to plan. I am almost finished with my work. Soon enough, my animatronic will be done.'

Mike read the line again. He made the animatronic?

'Mike is continuing to ask me questions, stupid security guard, just as curious as Jeremy. I am positive that sometime this week he would quit. But no, no, he cannot leave, I will need a test subject for my animatronic. Shameful though, if I really wanted Mike dead, I could have killed him myself. If I did, too much evidence would lead up to me. I already killed Phone Guy, the police are on my back about it, asking me and suspecting me of murdering him.'

Mike was surprised, not really, but he knew it could have been P.G.

'If I kill Mike, I need to kill him smoothly, like those stupid, helpless children. There will be no more children after Springtrap is done.

The pizzeria will close down and since I am now the owner of the pizzeria, I will be making a new, improved pizzeria with lots of animatronics just like Springtrap. The new pizzeria will be as popular as the present one but the animatronics will definitely be improved to make sure the children are gone.

I can hardly wait. Just a few more parts from the previous animatronics, Foxy seems to have the correct parts for Springtrap, and many wonder why he is a little mangled. But I already have enough perfect parts from Mangle from my little incident I had with her from the old pizzeria.

Soon enough, my plan will be complete and I'll get my chance again. No security guards to stop me now, no one will stand in my way anymore, Springtrap will make sure they are all gone for good.'

Mike stared at the journal, he raised a brow. "Obviously P.G is the worse at hiding things because why the hell would you write all of this evidence in a journal? Pretty freaking stupid, but thanks for the evidence, I have you now P.G," Mike put the journal in his pocket.

"Oh Mike, curious little Mike,"

Mike flinched at the sound of his name, especially coming from that voice which he knew very well.

"I told you Mr. Schmidt, you can't..."

P.G pulled out a knife. Mike's eyes widened in fear and shock, his eyes were wandering all around the room for a weapon. All he could find was a wrench by Springtrap.

"Don't try to fight it Mike, you know you can't stop me. I've already started, you can never stop me."

"What the hell is wrong with you? Killing Phone guy?"

"I always hated the annoying little bastard. He finally came to his senses and stopped putting his trust in me. He had suspected me and found all he needed to find in my secret room. I killed him the week before you came, stuffing and crushing his soul in Freddy. Hated him since he stole my father's business."

"Yeah, we all hate him." Mike then replayed what P.G said. "Wait, your father's business?"

"Yes, my father was the creator of Fredbear's Family Diner. After my incident at my birthday party, I grew up in anger and frustration, I destroyed the place. Then Phone guy came around and stole the last remains of it and created the pizzeria." P.G grinned his wide, toothy grin. Mike flinched.

"But killing and trapping little children?"

"Yes. Always have and always will."

"Why are you doing all of this?"

"Don't question me, curious little guard. Little does anyone know of my story, I would rather leave it be. Now, if you please, you know too much, it's time for you to die."

P.G launched himself towards Mike, knife lifted up in the air. Mike lifted the wrench to the knife before it could strike him. They duelled, wrench and knife together, holding each other off from doing their deed. P.G grunted as he tried to pull off the wrench holding back his knife.

They both stared at each other in the eyes. P.G's gaze was more then frightening, it only told one thing, murder and hate.

Mike used all of his strength to pull off P.G's knife off his wrench. The knife flew past Mike, it landed on the wall.

As the knife was stuck in the wall, Mike ran as fast as he could. He could hear P.G cursing and grunting as he pulled out the knife from the wall.

P.G ran after Mike, throwing the knife in his way. It carved a long, bleeding scar in Mike's shoulder. He yelled in agony but continued to run away from the very craze murderer.

Mike came to the front doors, he was ready to bust through them, but was pale in terror to find them barged in. His hands were going through all of the boards, rushing to open the front door.

P.G was catching up to Mike, he still continued to slash his knife in his way. Mike kicked off the last of the boards and opened the door.

Before he could, his uniform t-shirt was stuck to the door. P.G's knife was thrown and was stuck on the door, catching Mike's uniform.

He tried all of his effort to pull the knife off, but another hand gladly pulled it off.

P.G's cold, large hands grasped onto Mike, he had no escape, he can't run, he was going to die.

P.G's grasp was tightly holding Mike that he dragged him down the hallway, past the office and into the dining room with the animatronics.

P.G grabbed some rope and tied Mike to one of the chairs. He rocked back and forth, side to side, trying to free himself as P.G went to Freddy, activating him.

Mike was pale in fear, he rocked harder and harder, trying to release himself. Freddy walked slowly to Mike along with P.G. He laughed his evil laugh, grinning his wide, toothy grin while at it. Freddy screeched in Mike's face.

"Please, P.G, don't do this..."

He begged and pleaded for his life. P.G stared at him, laughing evilly.

"I told you Mike, you can't stop me, no one can, I will forever be invincible! I will always come back, I will always be here, and I will always have a place here. No one can stop me, not Phone guy, not you..." P.G laughed at Mike.

Mike stared at Freddy, his mouth was slowly opening. Mike felt himself draining away. All of his pulse, his heat, all sense was going away. Mike's eyes were slowly closing,

"Mikey...I love you..."