I'm Coming For You -Mike/Phone Guy (Microphone)

Part 1 - I'm Coming

Mike looks at his watch. 11:40. He had everything ready- flashlight, spare clothes, pepper spray. Just in case.

Ever since night two he'd gotten into the habit of preparing early. The guy was still listening to the recording when he came this close to having fox teeth somewhere in his skull...thank goodness for tennis reflexes.

He reached over the desk, smiling at the blinking red button indicating a message, and pressed play.

"Hello, hello?"

"Hey." Even if it was just a recording, it's nice to hear the other man's voice. Scott and Mike had met in person on more than a few occasions after night one- mostly around the pizzeria. They exchanged numbers at some point and would chat after the newbie finished his shift. The two talked a lot in the past few days; it was safe to say they'd become pretty close.

"Hey, wow, day four. I knew you could do it." Mike picked up the flashlight and waved it around, casting shadows around the room. Of course he made it. He's learned from the best.

"Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow." His chair that was balancing on two legs had paused in its swaying at the sound of banging. It wasn't even midnight, plus both the doors were open. The sound couldn't be coming from his current surroundings.

"It's- it's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you-" The voice cleared its throat. "-uh, when I did."

"Scott?" Mike called to the prerecorded man. Obviously, there was no answer.

"Uh, hey, do me a favor." Another bang. Mike slowly eased the chair down to four feet. "Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the backroom?" More banging as the night watch rose from his seat. "I'm gonna try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad."

The banging competed with Michael's voice as he shouted, "Scott, you better be joking with me!"

"Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there." Freddy's chime started to play and the dark brown-haired male widened his icy blue eyes.

"You know..." A moan played, probably Freddy's. "Oh, no-"

Screeching and static were both played, but Mike only heard the first before bounding down the corridor, not a second thought coming to mind. He still had, at the very least, five minutes (probably more if he had bothered to check his watch). There was no way the phone guy could last the entire shift in the backroom...the newbie hoped Scott made it through his own. He didn't want to think about what happened if he didn't.

What they referred to as the "backroom" was officially labeled "Backstage," filled with animatronic parts and located right by the stage. It was creepy as hell, not to mention Bonnie occasionally liked to wander in. Said bunny, along with his two friends, watched the night guard out of the corner of their eyes as he flung open the door and dashed in.

"Scott?" He yelled, scanning the room for signs of life. There was no reply, visually or aurally.

"Scott!" Little droplets formed at the sides of his eyes. This wasn't good. No, this had to be a prank! The phone guy was just finishing up his last week, too...

Mike paced around the room, rubbing his icy blue irises that reflected with the tears. He peeked into every nook and crevice he could find, looked up and down the rows of masks, under the table...nothing. The worst part was, there weren't many places to look.

"Scott, you better answer me right this damn minute!"

To his surprise, a tiny whimper barely caught his ears, followed by some shuffling noises. The tan male turned around to the shelves behind the door. The bottom shelf was empty, and the parts it normally held were instead propped up underneath it. He had overlooked them originally, assuming the shelf was too low and there were too many parts to fit a person there. But now one of the arms was sticking out in a way it hadn't before, and a semi-shiny black shoe poked out of where it wasn't concealing.

"Scott!"

He shot down to the floor and yanked the parts from under the shelf to reveal another man sprawled out on the tile. His deep black hair was lay strewn across the ground, red sticking to several clumps. His violet shirt was shredded in different places to reveal a few cuts and bruises, the pants in not much better condition. Scott's entire body was shaking, his glasses shattered just a few inches from the raven-haired head. What worried Mike the most was his eyes- glossy, chocolate eyes, not half-lidded or hidden entirely, but widened as far as they could go with terror and staring right at the newbie.

"M-Mike...?"

"Oh my god!" The taller, unharmed male reached his arms out to wrap one around the phone guy's waist and one around his chest. He continued to drag the shorter out from under the shelves with some help from said man that involved crawling with one arm.

"M-Mike," His voice was raspy and dry, though the likelihood of there being some blood in his throat was rather high. "Y-you came...for-"

"Shut up!" It wasn't meant to come out so harsh, but as Mike helped his friend to his feet, a twinge of guilt stabbed at his heart. "Don't talk. I'm getting you to a hospital!" He immediately looked at his watch while Scott brought the working arm around his shoulders.

"Shit! We need to hurry!"

"I-I don't think-"

"Shut up! Do your legs work?"

"Yeah-"

"Then move!"

They both hurried, but with Scott's condition, his speed was so slow that Mike was practically dragging him along.

A click, however, stopped them dead in their tracks.

Mike turned his head slowly around to the three animatronics standing perfectly on the stage. It wasn't midnight; there was no way those things could be moving.

"Click!"

No, it wasn't any of the main three.

His attention returned to Scott as the man began to quiver even more violently and whispered to him, voice about to crack with fear, "Mike..."

They were barely out of the backroom. In other words, heading to the exit, but not far enough away from the hallway that they couldn't sprint at the sight of a golden suit slouching just a few feet in front of them.

The two made it into the office just as the clock struck twelve.

I was planning on making this a one-shot. Then my brain was like, "Naaaaaaaw~"