Mike jumped out of his seat and slammed both of his hands on the right door when he hear Freddy's deep, baritone laugh. He never showed up in the door, but that was perhaps the worst thing about him. He always hid in the shadows.

After a week of working the night shift at this pizzeria, his hearing had learned to focus on small sounds, so when he heard the sound of shuffling over Freddy's laugh, he immediately turned, preparing to close the left door as well. Bonnie's shadowing figure towered over him, and Mike had to get close enough to press the 'door' button. Red eyes flashed at him, and Mike wondered for a split second why the animatronic didn't just lean forward and bite him. The guard finally hit the button and the rabbit had to shuffle backwards in order to not get hit by the door.

Freddy laughed again, and Mike opened the right door, peering down the hall. Freddy stared at him from the darkness, a glowing smile on his face. Mike stuck out his tongue and sat back down in his chair, grabbing the tablet, preparing to wait Bonnie out.

Mike tracked Chica down to the Dining Hall, and he checked on Pirate's Cove, only to find it empty, the sign in front reading 'It's Me.'. The guard knew Foxy was coming, and he heard his quick footsteps echo around the hall. Suddenly, the power went out.

Both doors slide open and Mike could see Foxy skid to a halt outside his door, but didn't come in. Bonnie stood beside him in the darkness. Freddy roughly shouldered them out of the way and Mike was curious as to how he was over there already. He heard footsteps and Mike looked over to see Chica standing at his other door. Freddy began to play his jingle.

As Freddy's eyes and mouth flickered as he 'sang', Mike kept staring at the animatronics behind him. Why did they always stop coming at him when the power ran out?

Freddy's song finished, and the the rest of the power drained, the other light coming from a small window above Mike. The bear slowly shuffled into the room, and the two had a staring contest. Inch by inch, the animatronic stalked forward, only to stop abruptly when a clock rang through the pizzeria. It was 6:00.

Mike's grin was wide, and Freddy narrowed his eyes. The animatronics at the doors shifted around in disbelief.

He had survived a week.