Old Problem, New Grudge [FNaF What-If]

Chapter Thirteen; NIGHT FOUR IS UPON US

Hello! Sorry for not updating, time flies by and my life can be chaotic due to school, Basketball, etc.

So! I need to mention this as reference for future chapters. A headcanon I have is that certain animatronics are colorblind. Animatronics such as FNaF 1, The Scraps, and FNaF 2 are colorblind. It depends on the tech used to create them. Animatronics like SL and The Rockstars are not colorblind. The toys are colorblind because they use facial scanners to identify people, not colors. This also explains why FNaF 1 thought Mike was William, because the only way for them to see in color would be to exit the animatronic in soul form. I mentioned this in a different FanFic, however, I overlooked something. If the animatronics think Mike is William, why can't they go into soul form? After all, William has already seen them. Well, my answer is, the security cameras record footage as well. Albeit, the footage is bad, but people would still be able to make out what's happening on the tape. The reason they weren't discovered after William died was because Henry reviewed the footage first and then deleted it. After all, William killed his daughter. Why should he care if William finally gets what he deserves?

Also, the reason there is no in-between chapters this time is because I ran out of ideas that wouldn't spoil the plot. My bad, y'all!

Alright! Sorry for my long rant. I just felt the need to explain things clear as day. Enjoy!

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When someone sees a creepy, abandoned restaurant with old animatronic mascots that move freely at night, they may think, "I'm going to get the hell out of there!" But nope, here I am, night four, Mike thought to himself, already scanning the cameras by habit. Once again, the phone rang. He did not dare bother to pick it up. He knew it would answer itself. Sure enough, the voice he had grown surprisingly accustomed to rang out of the telephone.

"Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day four! I knew you could do it!" He seemed rather cheerful, as usual, but soon the phone call took a dark turn.

"Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow." There was a rough banging sound. Mike jumped, causing his crutches, leaned against the desk, to fall to the ground before he grabbed them and propped them up again. He had to briefly make sure it hadn't come from the office currently rather than the pre-recorded message before listening to the phone once again. "It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you," he cleared his throat before he continued, "uh, when I did."

Michael had feeling what would happen next wouldn't be pretty. He had a feeling it would be what would happen to him if he failed to survive any of his nights.

He was right.

"Uh, hey, do me a favor." The banging on the door in the tape continued, more forcefully this time. "Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room?" More bangs echoed from the phone; Michael winced as he heard the sharp sound of metal scraping on metal. "I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad." More bangs echoed. This was it, wasn't it? The guy who had taught Michael how to survive these hard nights was going to die. "Uh, I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there." Chimes started to play in the background, a mysterious, almost soothing melody if it wasn't used in this context.

"You know...?" An animatronic sounding moan came from the phone. "Oh, no." There was a loud screech, and then nothing but static.

Michael shivered. His mind blank as he checked the cameras, shutting the doors when necessary. It was almost like second nature to him, just like flashing the beacon and stopping when you hear music had become during Circus Baby's Pizza World.