The 6 Children

Mike looked at Twi, leaking black? That wouldn't make sense, he would have felt it.

Mike reached for his cheek, placing a hand on it and brought it up. A black substance was on his fingers, his hand didn't feel wet, it was odd. Mike was looking at it without a words, he stares at it for a while.

He felt dizzy.

He blacked out.

Mike began to stur, he opened his eyes, he was in the pizzeria. The Pizzeria, the original that he used to work at. The ticking of a clock hanging from a wall had shown the time.

It was night.

Mike knew what happens at night, he ran towards the hallway, making his way to his office, but as Mike ran the office got further and further.

He can no longer see the office, he turned around to walk back but was stopped by a cold metal wall.

Foxy stood in front of him, staring him down with hollowed out eyes his jaw unhinged dripping blood or brain matter.

Mike scratch his head, he felt blood.

What happened? Blood? His blood?

Mike looked at Foxy with a puzzled look, "Why Foxy?"

Mike black out once again, he awoke again, but in a white room. He looked around it was as if the room went on forever.

Mike felt his forehead, stitches.

He was never bitten, had he been bitten? When, how?

Why?

Mike looked to his right, then his left, he looked forward, 6 children stood in a semi circle looking at Mike.

One had a smile, she wore a white dress, almost camouflaging her with the room.

One girl had a little cupcake she would nibble on, she wore a yellow dress.

One had a calm look, she wore a purple shirt and a darker shorts.

Another looked pained he wore a yellow shirt and blue pants, trying his best to hide behind another.

Another stressed, he wore a brown shirt  and black pants, he stood in front of the boy in yellow.

Only one was mad, he had a red shirt, torn in the middle, a black void where his skin should be. He had a toy hook in his hand.

"Hello Mister Security Guard!" The girl in white waved, she walked forward with her hands behind her back.

"Uh, hello my names Mike."

"My names Veronica."

Mike looked down at her she seemed innocent, the others looked like they've experienced something they shouldn't have.

"These guys are my friends:"

She pointed towards the other five.

"You might know them as Chica, Bonny, Goldie, Freddy, and Foxy."

The one in brown, Freddy, stepped forward, "It's true Mike it's us, We're sorry we're attacking you, we know its not your fault, but you got to believe us we don't want to attack you, we just snap some times and can't control it."

Before Mike can respond the kids faded away, Veronica spoke up, "Mike I know your confused, but we need your help, we've been cursed Mike. All 6 of us, we want to rest, to sleep, to die, but that murderer, that sicko, is on our minds and we all revenge. That's why they attack you Mike, the murderer was a guard, they take control at night and use the 6 hours they have to experience the most of life that they can in the pizzeria, but they snap when they see a security guard. This new place calms them as you noticed they haven't snapped, but as long as you don't mention anything about the murderer, they wont hurt you. Mike I want you to take them with you, This world has a cure for us, something that can put us to rest. Please help us!"

Mike pondered,"I'll help you guys, but can you answer this one question?"

Veronica grinned and nodded.

"Why do I have stitches on my head, I don't remember having any on my head."

Veronica Frowned.

"Mr. Schmidt, do you know the newspapers on the walls that talk about the discovery of our bodies?"

"Y-yeah, I read it before the murder was caught and sent to prison, but they never found the bodies, and were deciding to shut down the Pizzeria."

"We were the victims of that murder, they were stuffed in suits, while I was placed in his locker. This happened many years ago in another pizzeria years later Foxy had become to have glitches, he didn't just see the security as the murder, he saw all humans as something to get his revenge. One day in '87, a boy got to close to Foxy and was bitten, days passed and less and less people came by the pizzeria. The boy who was bitten was you Mike."

Mike looked at her, he was filled with confusion and fear, how can he be the victim of '87, that's not right,"But my paycheck says the year 1987 on it, how can i be the victim of it? I'd have to have grown over night to be working at the restaurant and be the child."

"Mike your paycheck was time stamped, it wasn't written. the Manager only has the stamp with the year 1987 on it."

Mike had more question, multiple things to ask, but Veronica spoke again, "You're about to wake up Mr. Schmidt, if you really want to help us, make sure that everyone follows the rules. The rules keep the customers alive, If one person breaks one of the rules even outside of the pizzeria they could wind up seriously hurt.

The white world started to grey then to black.

Veronica spoke out to Mike, "Good luck Mr. Schmidt and thank you."

Mike sat up quickly looking around, he was in a white room, but it wasn't the white world. By the looks of things Mike was in a hospital.

"They must have seen me pass out and taken me to the hospital," Mike realized that he left the robots, the kids, alone.

He stepped out of bed and made a dash for the door but was stopped when the door opened itself and a bunch of white coated equines with spears and helmets stepped into the room, surrounding Mike. A bigger white equine stepped into the room she had a tiara and a calm expression on her face.

"Are you Mike Schmidt, Owner of Fazbear Pizzeria?" She asked.

"Y-yes", Mike replied.

"Good," she closed her eyes and sighed, she then opened them with, her expression changed to angry,"You are under arrest for using dark magic!"

"...Wut?"