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

Mike Jr

Mike Jr woke up early in the morning, expecting his father to come back home safe and sound. He ran to his father's bedroom, his father was probably really tired that he decided to take a nap. "Daddy?" The little boy stopped in the doorway, the bed was still made, no rustle and no one rested. Little Mike assumed that his father was coming home later. He went back to his room and started playing with his toys, laughing and playing eagerly while waiting for the front door to open.

Mike's body laid on the floor, motionless and completely gray. P.G laughed in victory. Freddy's eyes, which glowed red, now returned back to their original white pupils. His head turned robotically to P.G, staring at him. "You've done well Freddy." P.G grinned his wide, toothy grin again. All Freddy did was stare at P.G. P.G grabbed the wrench which was laid flat on the floor beside Mike. After grabbing the wrench, P.G stared at something else which laid flat on the ground. It was a picture, a picture of a little boy, which almost looked like Mike. Curious, P.G picked it up, the small picture stood in between P.G's thumb and finger. P.G studied the picture and then his eyes fell on Mike's dead body. He chuckled. "You have a son, hmm, wonderful." Freddy was still staring at P.G, his hard drive was staring to fume. "Imagine how the little tyke would like to have a party here." P.G stared at the picture, grinning. Freddy's hard drive was starting to grow hot. Freddy still stared at P.G, growing angry. "Oh dear, I can't imagine how he will feel like when he hears his poor daddy is dead." Freddy's hands were balling into fists, his eyes still on P.G, growing red hot with anger. "Well, soon enough, I will need a test subject for Springtrap. A child will have to do. Besides, I should take Little Mikey out of his misery." P.G laughed evilly, crushing the picture of Mike Jr. Freddy's hard drive was blowing through the roof, all of his system was burning in rage, his eyes were glowing red in rage. He screeched loudly at P.G, raising his claws at P.G, scratching P.G's cheek. P.G stared at Freddy in confusion. "Why are you acting like this? You are only to attack children, not your master!" Freddy roared at P.G, attacking and hurting P.G with all his might. A very low, growling was heard from Freddy as he held P.G, "Don't you ever hurt my son." P.G's eyes opened wide in fear as he stared at Freddy. Freddy continued to whip his claws at P.G, scratching and ripping his face. P.G, still holding the wrench, started to hit Freddy with it, until he turned to scattered pieces. Fear and shock was rushing through P.G as he still stood over the scattered parts. He went to Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, hitting them continuously until they all became scattered parts. P.G stood over them, breathing heavily. Fear was still sweeping through him. The front doors opened with a bang. "Drop your weapon! Now!" P.G's eyes widened to find the police, in the pizzeria. P.G ran out of the pizzeria, guns were beginning to shoot their bullets. Some hit P.G, but none had slowed him down, he still kept running. He busted through the front doors and escaped, a wide toothy grin on his face. His head turned to face the pizzeria behind him, "You Can't..."

Mike Jr sat on his father's bed, it was 1:00 and his father was still not home. He began to worry a little. Mike Jr's head lifted to hear three knocks at the door. A smile rose on his face, he ran to the door, opening it wide. "Daddy?" A man, wearing a police uniform was instead at the door. "Where's my daddy?" "You are Mike Schmidt's boy?" The man spoke in a stern voice. "I'm Mike Schmidt." The boy answered. "Well, son, I'm afraid to tell you some very bad news about your father..." Mike Jr stared at the man, his wide, uplifting smile turned back down.

The rain fell on poor little Mikey as he stood, his hands held together, staring at a black coffin with flowers on. Mikey stared at the coffin, he wanted to cry, he wanted to express his love to his father, but he remembered his promise. He remembered. 'Promise me you'll be strong and brave no matter what happens.' Mike stared at the coffin. 'Promise me,' His head turned up to look at the sky, rain was falling on his face. 'Promise me,' "I promise." Mike let one single tear scroll down his face.

Everyone was leaving after the funeral was over. "Mike? Are you coming?" Mike's grandmother asked him, still hiding a handkerchief to her eyes. "Can I stay here for a minute?" Mike laid one hand on the coffin. His grandmother nodded, sniffling as she walked slowly away. Mike's eyes were burning red, he dearly wanted to cry, but he still remembered his promise. He rested his head on the black coffin, cold to the touch. Lost his mother no more then three years ago, three years later, he lost his father. There was no one he could turn to now, no one he could talk to. He was, alone, abandoned. "Daddy.." He let another tear roam down his cheek. Mike felt as if a hand rested on his shoulder, a whisper fell into his ear, "I'm still here,"

Mike stared back at the grave as he started to walk away, the rain clearing up. As he stared back, he thought he saw a man, a man in purple, hiding behind a tree. Mike stopped walking, and started to stare back at that tree. He saw the man grin a very wide grin. He still stared at this man in purple, walking slowly to him. "Mike? We need to go," A hand fell on his shoulder. He turned to see his grandmother, still wet with tears, standing over him. Mike looked back at the tree, the man was gone. He started to walk again. "Mike, your father was a good man, he is still with us, he loves you dearly, never forget that." "Grandma?" "Yes?" Mike gave a little look at the tree again. "How did daddy die?" His grandmother stared at him in shock. "Mike! Why would you-?" "Grandma, how did he die?" Mike stared at his grandma, determination and fear in his eyes. His grandma cried softly. "He was murdered, murdered by a man called P.G. A man in purple,"