Die in a Fire (Across the Years Part Two)

Ground Zero

Mike's entire body burned. It felt hot, almost like the damage sustained in Fazbear Frights hadn't gone away.

Which it probably hadn't, to be honest.

There was some kind of cold weight on Mike's forehead, giving him a bit of relief. Though his eyes were closed, he could feel some kind of fabric wrapped around his arms and torso.

Part of him just wanted to go back to sleep, maybe forever.

Another part of him was still desperate to find out what had actually happened in Fazbear Frights.

And a third part of him was wondering where the hell he was and how he'd gotten there, as his mind slowly woke up.

Blinking, Mike slowly opened his eyes. His vision faded back into focus, and above him was a blank roof, with a light off to the side.

Confused, the guard slowly shifted up, hissing in pain from his injuries as he did. Sure enough, someone had wrapped bandages around his chest and arms, and placed an icepack on his head (which he gratefully patted himself down with).

He was sitting on a couch in what looked to be a regular family room in a suburban house. Shifting, Mike placed the ice pack down and, grunting in pain, stood up from the couch. There was a door on the other side, closed.

Walking over, he slowly reached out a hand and opened the door, revealing a normal hallway for a normal house right outside.

What the hell? Where am I?!

As Mike slowly made his way down the hallway, he swore that he could almost remember this place. The hallways, the rooms...they were distantly familiar to him, as if they were memories of a previous life.

Somewhere above him, on the second floor, Mike could hear someone walking around, though the walking sounded odd somehow. Like whoever it was was walking with a limp or a cane.

Swallowing, Mike made his way past a few other rooms to the stairwell, reaching out his hand and placing it on the rail before sighing and starting up.

The stairs were hardwood, just like the floor below. As Mike made his way up, he could hear a voice whispering in the other room-likely the same room that he'd heard walking around in.

There's only one way to figure out where I am...I need to find whoever that is.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Mike turned and looked around, finding it easier to ignore his injuries when he was moving. The top of the stairs led to a hallway with a few rooms. Whoever his carer was, they were clearly in the opposite room, right down the hall.

Mike swallowed, and started walking down.

Alright. Let's see...I can use the skin condition excuse again, though they probably already saw...maybe I can do some damage control, stop any stories before leaving, and then...shit. I've lost track of them all.

Cassidy was there. That means she didn't pass on, like I thought. I can't be sure if Ennard or Charlie were even there and...and I guess I don't know if Springtrap survived either.

Reaching the end of the hallway, Mike swallowed and lifted his fist, ready to knock. As he did, he heard the walking go quiet, before coming over. Someone on the other side undid a deadbolt, and Mike blinked in surprise as the door was opened.

On the other side was an old man, clearly in his 70s or 80s, walking around with a cane. He wore a white shirt, cargo pants and there was a black peacoat hung along the far wall. His hair had clearly once been brown, but had long since faded to gray with age. He had a thick beard and messy hair, with markings and faint scars along his weathered, tanned face.