Mike sat on the stool, the sorting hat- he refused to give that thing capital letters- was on his head, its large brim hiding his eyes. He could hear-was it hearing if it was in his head- the hat speaking-thinking- to him.

Not the brightest are you… Plenty of courage, though.

Mike thought of the job he had held prior to ending up where he was. Of course he was courageous.

Reckless and suicidal is probably more accurate. Not adverse to hard work, but you do not enjoy it.

Mike thought that no sane person would enjoy hard work.

You are not exactly in the best position to make aspersions upon others' sanity. You lack both ambition and cunning.

Mike thought idly that staying alive did count as ambition.

You lack curiosity about anything relevant. It is clear to me now… You belong in…

"Gryffindor!"

Mike handed the ego-killing hat to the Scottish teacher and sauntered his way to the clapping table. He slung his leg over the bench and set his backpack down next to him, carefully placing a large, black, square box with a lid on top of the bag. Mike vaguely listened to the Gandalf-look-alike that talked for a bit before food appeared on the tables. He blinked. Mike decided that magic would explain the sudden appearance of food.

He glanced around and was slightly disappointed to find that pizza and coke were not on the menu. Mike instead grabbed some of a nearby chicken and some water. To his dismay, the chicken would have to be eaten without ketchup.

"So, mate, what's in the box?" Asked a redhead teen. Mike sized up the older teen.

"A shipment of meth from Canada" Mike answered sarcastically. The redhead and his twin across the table laughed.

"But, no, seriously, what's with the box?"

"Company policy states that I am not allowed to answer that question." Mike responded dully. The people within earshot started whispering, but Mike ignored them.

The rest of the meal was uneventful. Mike tuned out a short, plump woman in pink babbling on about progress by wondering what was happening with Jeremy. He felt a slight twinge of guilt at having to leave the poor guy with all the work at the pizzeria. Mike resolved to make it up to his coworker over the summer.

The walk to the dorms was long and mostly upstairs. Mike quickly found the boys' dorm for his year and entered- into an argument.

"What about you?" Someone demanded of Mike.

"What about me?"

"Do you believe him? That You-Know-Who is back?" Someone else pressed.

"Believe who about what?" Mike said blankly. He just wanted to sleep. Jet lag was making it hard to blink without wanting to shut his eyes.

"Never mind. I'm going to sleep." Mike said as the first boy went to start an explanation. Mike pulled a music box out of his backpack and wound it. The soft chimes filled the air. Mike lay down on his bed and was promptly asleep.

-Pepe now takes the wheel-

The morning wasn't kind for Mike. He had a nightmare of the Bite of 87. Safe to say he nearly vomited. He put back on his Night Guard hat to hide the scare. He listen to his Music Box (it plays the Mari'not's theme from fnaf 2). He took his medication a half an hour before they woke up.

-timeskip cuz I'm an ass-

"Still no pizza and coke." Mike said to himself. Truth be told, he likes a lot of these breakfast here. He just perfers pizza and coke. He rubs his neck, not enough to move his hat.
"It's Me" Mike heard this and nearly fell out of his chair. He was quietly hyperventalting. He somehow, didn't bring any atention to himself. Breakfast was over and he left for Potions. 'The hells a potion?' Mike thought to himself. When he got their, Snape was already starting.
"Always late to the show?" Asked Snape with a normal amount of hate.
"I'm not good with directions." Mike said with his normal amount of saracassum.
"Ok then. One the first day, we will be making something easy. It is call, 'Potion of Memory Retrival'." He raised an eyebrow at Mike's now, terified figour. "What is wrong Mr. Schmidt?" He said with malice enbedded in his tone.
"I...I... I can't." Mike stated with fear.
"

Why not?" Snape said with his normal tone with a hint of displeasure.
Mike stood still.
"What is the matter?" Snape asked with this new tone.
"Pills... I need my pills... Now." Mike said with his head hanging down. Shadow now covering his eyes.
"For what? Never mind. Answer my origional question or I'll deduct 10 points from Griviondor." Snape asked with his malace-displeasure fusion of a voice.
"Or it will happen again." Mike said with a fastening heartbeat.
"What is it?" Snape asked, atempting to keep calm.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU FINISH THE 'JOB' 'CAPTIN?! WHY DIDN'T YOU?!!" Mike yelled, with completly blackened out eyes with a white pin head looking object in his eye.
"What..?" Snape asked with fear.
"I think he is seeing things. Maybe his past?" Said student 1.
Mike removed his hat, when he did this a peace of papper fell out. A second shadow of a girl rests next to him.
"YOU RUEND MY LIFE! YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND! YOU... You were my... hero..." Mike was now tearing up.
A student picked up the paper. "Mike Schmidt, biten by Foxy the Pirent during 1987. He lost memories of the event and other things. He lost some of his Frontal Lobe. Surprized the kid didn't die, blood everywhere... holy shit." Said student 2
"SORRY..! Won't undo what happen..?" His left eye turned normal while the other stayed. "Where am I? DOLL! WHERE ARE YOU!? I'm... I'm so sorry... I ju- we needed the money... I had to go back Doll. You'll always be my Cherry Bomb." He said this after putting his hat on and crawing into a ball.
"Jeuss Fucking Criest..." Snape said despite being in the work place. Three main students had Mike in thier eye. One was Hermione wanted to learn more about the character Ron want to learn how to convince his two friends away from Mike, and Harry believe Mike needed help. Professional help. So of course he will poke his nose in this.
"SNAPE WHAT'S WRONG?!" Dumbledore shouted as he ran in.
"It's the Mike kid, he is not fit to be a student if this information is true. And also what is that goast figour trying to keep us away from him?"
"Snape. I know his past is... differ-" Dumbledore was intoreupted. "HE HAD HIS FRONTAL LOBE BITEN OFF FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" Snape raised his voice with concern and impationce.
"If I can continue." He waited for a second for interjections. "Mike is a broken kid. He had to raise himself. This means he also had to work since he was a kid. He had to work at Freddy Fazbear Pizza, his living nightmare. Rumore has it that five kids died there, the goast might be the 5th. The robots tried to kill him, everyday for six hours. He also has a lover, Doll as he calls her. He didn't want to need to relie on anyone, Doll kept him alive through out this." He said all of this as Mike is still in a ball with a ball of angery smoky kid on him.
"Professor, if I may, what do you mean, 'kept him alive through this'?" Hermione asked with couriousity. "It mea-" Dumbore was about to talk but Mike stood up.
"Hello." Mike? saided with a new founded echoy voice.
"Paper." Mike? said.
"Here Mike." Student 2.
"Not Miky." Mike? said. His eyes are solid black excluding an orange pin in the dead center. A foggy black outline in also there.
"Then... who?" Hermione now question.
"Don't remember." He said. His voice is echoed by a female child's voice.
"Can I as-" Hermione was about to say something but then,
"So... tired Miky." He said then he slumpt on the wall.
The bell rang and Mike was ran to the Nurse. The others continued with their days until dinner.
-Hermione point of view-
Mike was sitting alone, in the middle of a call with 'Doll'. What an odd nickname. He had bandages on his hands and maybe his arms. He got pizza and coke for dinner due to what happened. Me, Harry, and Ron were listening to his call. "Love you. Call you tomorrow." He said and hanged up. He got a phone that can call from and to here, I think.
"Why are you two so interested in him?" Ron asked with venom.
"He needs some pals. Don't you agree Hermione?" Harry spatted at Ron.
"I agree Harry. Also, there is a lot of things around Freddy Fazbears Pizza. It is really interesting." I said while watching him. He hangs up his phone and looks up. His eyes go wide and he sweats very hard.
-My point of view-
I was watching Miky eating and talking until we saw them. The four kids and HIM. Miky is scared, and the three kids that have been watching us noticed. Miky calmed himself down by huming Cherry Bomb and thinking about Doll. When he was calm he took the pill with his coke. What I saw scared me because the pills are supose to make this not happen...

Purple.

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