Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

12) Never underestimate...

A fusillade of multiple fists banging on the door made the two of us jump and interrupted out little reunion. A deep, almost demonic, voice spoke from the other side. I jumped back in fright and nearly knocked over Mike who was standing behind me.

"You'll pay. You'll pay. You'll pay." it growled. I cowered in fear but Mike stood tall behind me.

"I'm not paying for shit! You can get your metal ass away from my fucking door and my intern before I kick it in the trash!" Mike shouted at the door, his eyes full of pent up anger I didn't understand. I gulped and stepped away from raging Mike who looked like he wanted to punch the door.

"Oh you will pay Mike Schmidt...and so will your lady friend." it growled again before metal scraping tile could be heard down the hallway. Mike looked like he was about to open the door and beat the animatronic responsible for the comments to a pulp. Instead of being scared about the threats I was thoroughly shaken by his outburst. 

He was heaving in pure unbridled rage and his fists were clenched so tight his knuckles had turned white. A vein was now evident on his neck from how tightly his teeth were clamped together. Mike ripped off his hat and slumped into his chair before he glanced up at me.

Instead of saying anything I just stood there, my back leaning up against the glass. That's when I realized the door on my now right side wasn't closed. Before I could respond a high pitched scream erupted from behind my head causing me to lurch forward and shield my ringing ears.

Before either one of us could respond Chica pounced on top of me. The weight of her metal body any costume causing my to be trapped underneath her. My eyes found her angry violet ones as I struggled to get free from her grip. Thankfully her tackle had left my arms and hands free, meaning I could at least attempt to push her off.

Chica opened her mouth to show me her second set of teeth that were dripping with the same liquid substance that Bonnie's had. I screamed as she tried to bit off my nose with her powerful, gnashing jaw. I closed my eyes, ready for her overpowering strength to end me.

"Not today you yellow piece of scrap!" Mike shouted as he hit Chica in the face with one of the heavy office chairs. She flew backwards and into Bonnie who was waiting for his turn for a chance to maul us both. I tried to scramble away from Chica who was now crawling her way over to my feet.

She latched on and woudn't let go no matter how hard I pulled. Bonnie grabbed Chica's waist and began to drag the two of us into the hall where Freddy was now waiting his turn for a chance to get us. I flipped onto my stomach trying my hardest to get a grip on the slick floor but I couldn't find a hold.

It wasn't until I found that Mike now had a grip around my chest did I realize I still had a chance to live. The two of us used all of our adrenaline strength to pull me back inside of the office and slam the door shut on Chica's head. Sadly the door raised upwards allowing her to pull herself out before it closed for good, instead of bashing in her metal skull.

Mike and I just lay there for a moment heaving with the last ounces of adrenaline we had left. It wasn't until our bodies calmed down did we realize how bad our situation had been. Both of us lay on the floor, Mike leaning up against the left hall door, and I leaning up against Mike. The two of us completely exhausted.

"Y-you okay?" Mike muttered, obviously still winded from our altercation with the animatronics. "I th-think so." I stammered, the rush of energy I had felt earlier was now gone which left me very tired.

"How ab-bout you?" I asked, barely able to make my voice sound audible. Mike didn't say anything but gave my shoulder an affirming squeeze. I sighed and tried my hardest to regain my composure but it was really hard with the image of an angry Chica etched into my skull.

A minute later I tried to sit up, but my body felt too heavy...as if it were made of metal. Before I could freak out and have a panic attack Mike snatched his tablet thing from the desk and began to flip through it. "Wh-what are you doing?" I squeaked, as Mike put it in my hands.

"It's the video feed from when...you were out there." Mike muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. I let my eys run over the scene and I nearly cried at what I saw.

It was still me sitting in the chair listening to my music, but the entire screen was fuzzy and static-y. Every now and then my eyes would flash a black color before returning back to it's original. "This is with the sound." Mike huffed, flipping a switch on the side of the tablet. The sound of my voice pierced the silence of the room.

I swallowed and continued to listen to my voice but I could hear underlying background noise. It was wispy and smooth like wind blowing across the camera. A second later it fuzzed out and returned with an even more disturbing sight.

An animatronic stood behind me in the shadows with it's entire body obscured in darkness. Despite the fact I couldn't get a good look at who it was...I...knew. It was as if I knew he had been there the entire time even though I hadn't noticed. The whole thing was odd to say the least.

Mike proceeded to quicken the tape which lead to the fact that the animatronic never moved.It continued to watch me as if it were watching over me. I could hear Mike swallow hard as he stopped at a certain point. “Here’s where I really started watching.” He whispered.

  “We’re going down, down in an earlier round, and sugar we’re going down swinging.” My voice sang a bit louder than it had been before. I realized this is when I had made my escape. I pushed my chair in and began to slowly walk towards the left hall.

 The animatronic slowly began to move with my movements before it stepped into the lighted area. “Oh shit.” Mike cried, gripping my shoulders in his hands. I glanced up at him and swallowed at the fear in his eyes. "The power's running low. Can I see your phone?"

"Y-yeah. Why?" I stammered, fishing my old phone from my pocket and handing it to Mike. "Cause adding a phone like yours almost triples the power." he said, plugging my phone into the tablet. The little percentage bar in the corner I hadn't noticed before was now flashing at 100%. Mike sighed in relief and slumped back against the door before the 6 a.m. chime rang through the building.

A/N:

So...who was that mysterious animatronic? To be honest...I think Ellie sees Mike as an older brother. He is older by the way. More mysteries to come in my chappies! Comment and vote for more!

Song of the chapter:

Sugar, We're Goin Down - Fall Out Boy

-Gberryb