(Michael Afton's POV)

So last night when I got to the orphanage, changed, got ready for bed, dove into my bed, I felt a pair of eyes watching me. You know those times when you get the feeling that someone's watching but you can't see it? It's as if you have a sixth sense. That's what I was feeling while I was in bed. I was able to sleep after about an hour, I think?

Now I'm walking over to Freddy's. This is the perfect time to go because my shift's not until 12:00am, meaning that my boss would know that I'm committed to this. So I can easily call father. He won't resist money that's around ten-thousand dollars! I'm now in the pizzeria.

"Mike?" It's my manager whose name I cannot remember, walking towards me now. "Why're you here at 8:00am? Barely any kids are here right now."

"I-uh..." What should I say?! "just wanted to come and see if I can help with anything, sir!" 

"You can make sure Freddy and the others don't kill anyone. Kids these days. I tell them not to go near those things. Sometimes they listen. Sometimes they act like a bunch of little ****s!"

"Is that why Foxy's outta order?" I ask. "Because it killed some kid?"

"No," He says. "he scares the **** outta kids. See, these animatronics would walk around during the day. But then some kid was a scaredy cat when Foxy tried to ask him if he wanted to go treasure hunting. Kids didn't show up for two days after that."

"Heh, what the heck?"

"If that kid was scared of a perfectly fixed Foxy... well, then he would've died from a heart attack if he saw these things before they were fixed! Freddy was a little broken. Foxy's left ear's skin was ripped off. Bonnie lost his face and left arm. Chica's jaw was just dang scary! Anyways, just make sure no dang kid goes near them. Don't worry about Foxy. Just worry about Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica."

"Gotcha," I say as I walk to the stage and stand guard there. "Psst." I whisper. "Gabriel, I didn't wanna tell you this too early. So just, uh... walk around. Around the whole pizzeria."

"You should've told us earlier!" Freddy shout-whispers in a mad tone. I'm dead. I think I made him mad and who knows what broken coding thingy has happened to him? "We've been wanting to this during the day!" Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica walk off the stage.

"Um, Sir?" I say in a fake uneasy voice. "THE DANG ANIMATRONICS ARE OFF THE STAGE!!"

"Lemme call someone!" He says. "I know the guy! Get the kids outta here!" He runs to the office. That better be my dad. 

"I wasn't planning on him to call father. I thought he'd try to shut 'em down and tell ME to call father." I run to Pirate's cove. "Hey, Cassidy?" No answer. "Cassidy." Still no answer. "CASSIDY, IF YOU ******* EXPOSE ME I'LL BE YOUR NEXT MURDERER!!!"

"Alright, alright!" I hear Cassidy say.

"Get outta here and walk around the pizzeria with the others."

"AW, YEAH!!" She or he? I don't know. Cassidy runs out of Pirate's cove with glee. Now I evacuate the kids and parents. They're out of the pizzeria now. The guard on watch came just now.

"Hey, Mike," he says. "we gotta shut them down!" 

"Gotcha!" I charge at Gabriel and knock him down to the ground. "It's called acting," I whisper. "pretend to knock me out." Gabriel gets up and punches me to the wall. Dang it! I said pretend! I manage to swallow my words and close my eyes.

"Mike!!" I hear the other guard yell. I slightly open my eyes. Fritz has knocked him out. 

"Get his money and place them into his pocket." I whisper. They do that fairly quickly. "Can you break the cameras?" They do that fairly LOUDLY. It sounds like they've been wanting to break the **** out of those.

"I feel like your wires are hijacked." I say, laughing a little.

"MIKE?!" I hear the manager yell. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" I hear footsteps running towards us. "MIKE!" He runs over to me. I feel some arms squeezing my shoulders. "MIKE WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" I open my eyes. "GET JEREMY OUTTA HERE AND WE'LL BE SAFE!" I carry Jeremy and start my way out of the pizzeria. The manager's already outside. 

"Grab me," I whisper while running out. I feel my shirt being tugged from behind. I'm choking a little. "SIR, TAKE JEREMY!" I throw Jeremy out of the pizzeria. The manager has a deathly scared expression on him. The doors close. Fritz is the one who grabbed me. I feel myself being thrown against the tables.

"What was THAT for?!" I yell out.

"He's still looking, Michael," Fritz says. 

"REVENGE SHALL BE OURS!!" They all yell. I don't say anything. Father... were you my father? Or were you an imposter?

To be continued...