Flashback
The first thing Mike knew was laughter. Children, many children, giggling happily. Other noises were mixed in. Birthday songs, music, the animatronics speaking with the kids...Mike looked up and saw that the pizzeria was full of kids. A huge birthday party was going on, and the place was jam packed with kids. Something, however, just wasn't right. Why did it seem so familiar?
Then it hit Mike - this was that day, so many years ago, where his brother would be ripped from his life. He remembered every detail all too well, and he was seeing it right in front of his eyes.
There he was, sitting behind Jimmy, who was busy cheering for Foxy to come out. He was slowly drifting asleep, and Jimmy was losing his voice by the second. Mike tried to get up, to run towards Jimmy, but he couldn't - he was tied to a chair. He looked around to see where he was. The chair was placed on the Show Stage, right in front of the other animatronics. All of them were deactivated, which was creepy on its own. Mike then looked back up near Pirate Cove, where he saw Jimmy being led away by the bizarre yellow Freddy Fazbear. He saw himself, trying to jump and grab Jimmy's ankles, to save him... he saw Jimmy, being led Backstage, and the door was just about to close-
"You know this, Mike," a creepy child's voice said.
Mike just about fell off the stage in shock. The vision had faded away, and standing in front of him was a child - no, not a child. This kid had short hair that fell to his eyes, a t-shirt with a Tyrannosaurus Rex on it, and blue jeans. The only differences were that he was horrifically pale, like a ghost, and there were two streaming tear lines going down his face. He was holding a top hat that looked like the one Freddy Fazbear wore.
"You know this, don't you Mike?" the boy asked again.
"K-Know what?" Mike stuttered nervously.
"This is the day your brother died," another child said. This one seemed to have vanished out of thin air right next to the first kid. He was a bit shorter, with a blonde buzzcut. He was wearing a soccer jersey and shorts. He, too, was very pale, and he, too, had tear tracks down his front. In his hand was an inflatable guitar.
"Wh-What are you talking about?" Mike spluttered. "I don't remember this!" He tried to wriggle out of his bonds, but he wasn't going anywhere.
"Don't try to deny it, you know this sooo well!" a little girl's voice piped up. She had brownish-blonde hair tied back in pigtails. She was wearing a pastel pink and yellow dress and a bib that read, "LET'S EAT!!!" She was as pale as the boys, and she was also crying.
"We just want your help!" an alarmingly familiar voice laughed. Mike slowly turned towards the child and choked back a sob.
This child was wearing a Sesame Street shirt, torn jeans and a party hat. His hair was a crazy flaming red. Tears stained his ghastly pale face. In his hand was a pirate's hook.
"Jimmy!" Mike cried. "What did they do to you?"
"This was the day we died," the lead boy with the top hat said. "You were there, we know you were." All of the children nodded in unison.
"Yeah? So?" Mike protested. He once again tried releasing himself, even though it wasn't doing anything.
"You know what really happened, don't you?" the boy asked. Mike tried to say no, but for some reason, it was almost as if he instinctively knew what had happened. He had heard his own brother, slashed to death by a phantom killer, and he knew that this fate had befallen the other children before him. And somehow, they were correlated to the animatronics. The boy with the top hat was Freddy, the one with the guitar was Bonnie, the girl with the bib was Chica, and Jimmy was Foxy.
Then an idea popped into Mike's head, so unlikely, yet so plausible - these children weren't just correlated with the animatronics - somehow, they were the animatronics. Their spirits must've taken a foothold in the animatronics. It seemed so outlandish, but, somehow, Mike knew it to be true.
"What do you need from me?" Mike asked, after he'd calmed down a bit.
The lead boy, the one who had possessed Freddy, climbed up the stairs on the stage and stopped right next to Mike's chair. He looked straight into Mike's very soul, his being. The boy's eyes, once white and soulless, were now flickering with an invisible pain.
"Help," the boy barely whispered. He then touched Mike's hand as gingerly as only a child can.
An icy cold feeling raced up Mike's veins. The cold seemed to be every part of his body and mind. The cold reached his heart, which was beating at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire world seemed to be spinning. Then, the entire world froze, and everything was silent.
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Well its not my A.U but i really liked it and when he cracked his knuckles and neck i was like my too ?