A/N: Here you go! A few people actually wanted a continuation of this, so here it is. But be WARNED! This is will be the LAST time I update this. This is the END. There is NO MORE.

(1) Everyone's characters. Some people/animatronics may act differently as compared to the last chapter for a few reasons. Firstly, characters tend to have a lot of different sides. Secondly, you are more effected by your relationships with people than you realize. For example, Chica is very childish in the first half because she is the youngest (mentally) of the animatronics. But now that Mike has come along, she is older than someone and has a chance to explore her more motherly tendencies.

(2) Everyone's voices/accents/speech patterns. I feel Mike remains pretty consistent between chapters, but you may notice some differences with the animatronics. There is a reason for this. When the animatronics were first made, they didn't just magically know how to speak or interact with people- they had to learn just like everyone else. But, because they were robots they would mimic what they learned instead of developing their own 'people/personalities' like humans. So each animatronic was given a different person to learn from. That way, their accents and speech patterns were different and they didn't sound so mechanical. At least, that's how humans hear it. But, they communicate differently between themselves. They're robots, and they don't necessarily speak verbally. They communicate with each other more through the mainframe they share. (They assume Mike doesn't share the mainframe because he's a different model.) Foxy has an accent because his character is a pirate, but the other animatronics were generally left to develop on their own. Since their characters don't require an accent, it isn't something they consider when they broadcast it to the others. This is my explanation for why Freddy magically developed a Southern accent since the previous half.

Sorry for that huge block of text... ONWARDS!

[Continuation...]

Tiredly the brunette shuffled into the pizzeria that night. It was a few minutes to midnight, and he was going to risk his life to see if his foggy memories from last night meant anything. Shivering, he sat on the edge of the stage and looked up at the animatronics.

At this time of night, when the lights were off and he could only see because of the faint moonlight coming through the doors, the animatronics were shadowed and darkened eerily. It gave him the creeps, and his mind flooded with the camera images that had been ingrained into his brain. The angles seemed designed to make the animatronics seem even more scary.

And Mike sat pliantly at their feet, their cold metal bodies looming over him, able to snap his neck with the slightest twist of their fingers-

"Mike!"

The brunette looked up to the purple rabbit, trembling and with wide eyes.

"Mike?" Bonnie fretted and stepped closer. The man flinched, but he stayed where he was. "You're not still overheating, are you? You're still... Well, actually you're kinda pale now." He bent down and pressed his hand to the man's forehead, gauging his temperature. "Yeah, you're still too warm..."

The rabbit grabbed Mike's arm and yanked him to his feet; he missed the small, pained gasp the brunette made at the harsh gesture. He started to pull the smaller being towards the other side of the stage.

"Hey! What are you- Ow, stop it!" Mike cried, pushing uselessly against Bonnie's fingers. "Gentle! Please, you gotta be gen- You're hurting me!"

"It's okay!" Bonnie reassured cheerfully and glanced back at him. "We can get the right parts to fix you back here."

Blue eyes widened in horror.

"No! No, let go of me! Get off!" Mike dug his heels in as best he could, but there was no traction to be found on the linoleum flooring. "LET GO!"

Bonnie's hand jerked away at his scream, just as he was opening the door to the back room too. He gave Mike a worried, questioning look.

Quivering, shaking his head, gripping his tightening chest, letting out panicked breaths, Mike couldn't meet the animatronic's eyes. He let out a tiny squeak and fled back to the dining hall.

"Mike? Mike, where are you going?" The robot called and followed after him with those hauntingly slow, heavy footsteps. "I don't understand!" When the machine finally reached the dining hall, the terrified man had managed to duck under one of the many tables.

"We can't play games right now, Mikey!" Bonnie called plaintively, hoping to entice the man into coming out. "We gotta get you fixed! It's not good for your systems to be over heating for so long!" Echoing footsteps moved between tables.

Mike held his trembling hands over his mouth, curled into as small a ball as he could go. He understood, somewhere deep in his logical mind, that Bonnie didn't know he was human and was just trying to help. But the animatronic was too aggressive, and Mike was human. What if the rabbit tried to fix him, but Mike couldn't show him the damaged parts? Would Bonnie rip him open to help him? Would he try to force parts in him?

The footsteps were right beyond his table.

"Mike, you need to be fixed! Come out! Please?" The purple animatronic pleaded. He started to lift the tablecloth. Now, it felt like every muscle in Mike's body had frozen.

Ruby eyes peered under the table.

Mike whimpered and moved backwards. A purple hand was reaching for him, slowly, coming closer and closer with every second, and why wasn't he saying something, trying to stop the fate he was so afraid of, and why, oh why, wouldn't Bonnie just take a clue-

"Are you..." The rabbit hesitated. "Are you crying?" The man blinked, finally feeling the wetness on his lashes and the cool air against his wet cheeks. He just shifted further away. "I didn't know you could- How are you doing that?"

The cold hand finally wrapped around his wrists and began to pull him out again. Mike shook his head again, willing his voice to work.

"Please," he breathed shakily. "Please, don't." His head was bowed; his entire body was shaking. Bonnie slowly let go and retracted his hand. He shifted to his hands and knees so he could see the man better.

"Do you like being under the table?" The rabbit asked. "I like staying in the supplies closet sometimes." Mike nodded silently. "Okay."

The man carefully rubbed his wrists, trying to force some feeling back into him. Gosh, he felt so cold. Why couldn't he stop shaking? Bonnie wasn't touching him, wasn't dragging him away. Why was he so stupid- why couldn't he stop? Gosh, he's a mess. Really, he is. He wasn't some frail glass figure or a newborn kitten, why was he so panicked-

"Why are you crying?" Bonnie's voice sounded so small now, like he was trying to make himself like Mike, like he was trying to understand.

"Please don't make me go back there," Mike begged softly, barely able to make eye contact. The past four nights, the nightmares, it was all building up and he just, he couldn't stop shaking.

"Okay," the animatronic agreed simply. "Why did you yell?"

"You were-" Mike choked on his own words for a moment and continued to fight the rising terror. Bonnie was right there, and he was so much bigger, and how many people had he killed before because he didn't understand, how simple would it be for him to kill Mike? "You were hurting me-" he managed breathlessly.

"I was?" Bonnie's jaw dropped more as he spoke, like he honestly didn't know he'd been hurting the man, despite all his shouting. "But- But I didn't mean-"

"I..." The brunette considered his words for a moment. What had he told himself yesterday? The animatronics... They saw him as one of them, and if he played along, he would get through this. He could be friends with them, this didn't have to end badly. This didn't have to end with him stuffed in a suit, his loved ones wondering where he went, the cleaners wiping his blood off the floor, the only things left his eyeballs and teeth-

"I-I'm delicate," Mike whispered. "You... You hurt me, when you grabbed me. And it s-scared me, when you started dragging me b-back there..."

Bonnie's ears drooped.

"I'm sorry," he apologized quietly. "I didn't mean to. I just want to help you."

"I'm not... broken," Mike managed. He could picture perfectly, in his mind's eye, the camera image of the empty suit in the back room. There was no way he would have gone back there without having a full blown panic attack.

"But, you're overheating," the purple animatronic argued gently. "Why would you-"

"I'm more... more like a human, okay? I-I have skin, and-and I cry, and I breathe- I just, I run warm sometimes, okay? Please, please don't take me back there again- I can't- don't-" Mike hid his face in his knees. He was still curled up as tightly as possible, but his shivers seemed to have died down a bit.

"Okay, it's okay," Bonnie soothed. "You don't have to be upset, I promise not to take you back there again. Here, I- Do you want to cuddle?"

"W-what?" Mike squeaked out a tiny, disbelieving laugh. He wondered for a moment if he was finally going off the deep end. He kept coming back to a job with a high risk of dying, kept talking to this animatronic that could kill him yet called him Mike the Mouse and apparently wanted to cuddle-

"I mean, isn't that, I thought you were-" the bunny fumbled. "I thought your purpose was cuddling." When Mike didn't give a response, he struggled to explain himself. "It's just, you're the right size, and everything about you is soft, and each of us has a special purpose- I just thought you were, you know, for cuddling."

Mike stayed silent as he observed the fidgeting animatronic. The fearful haze was dissipating now, and the human way the rabbit moved reminded him of why he decided to stay out of the office tonight.

The man held out his arms and waited.

For a long moment, nothing happened, and Mike felt so stupid- why was he such a dumb, idiotic thing, of course Bonnie wouldn't know what he was trying to do and now he just looked stupid-

Gentle hands rested under his arms. A slight tug pulled him out from under the table, and he found himself seated in Bonnie's lap. A furious blush settled across his cheeks; at least he didn't feel so stupid now. Carefully, his fingers sought out Bonnie's surprisingly soft chest fur, and the anchor helped him settle against the animatronic.

Soft fur brushed his cheek and tickled his nose. How long had it been since someone how held him like this? Or touched him with any kindness at all? Thinking back, he couldn't remember... Bonnie's fingers were roaming through his hair, and he let out a gentle sigh at the pleasant touch. No one had cared for him like this since-

Except Bonnie wasn't a person, not really. He was an animatronic, a machine. Was it strange for them to sit here like this? They didn't even know each other- This was wrong wasn't it, his mother would say it was wrong, and if the manager saw-

He was supposed to be guarding this place not- not cuddling with one of the animatronics like some perverted-

"What are you doing?" Bonnie questioned as Mike tried to push his way out of his arms. "Am I hurting you again?"

"No! I just- I shouldn't- I'm being bad, and I can't- shouldn't-" the man struggled some more, but the bunny just wouldn't let go-

"I don't understand," Bonnie frowned. "I thought you wanted to cuddle. You weren't shaking anymore- hey, please don't cry again."

Mike could feel his cold creeping up on him again, making him dizzy and too warm. His stomach rolled unpleasantly, and his struggles lessened slightly.

"I knew you were broken," the rabbit hissed and cautiously pulled him to his feet. "I just want to help you! Where are you damaged? I can help!" He was still holding Mike's arm, and no matter how much he tugged, his arm was still stuck in the firm grip. "Where are you damaged?"

"I'm not damaged!" Mike yelled. "I'm not broken, or overheating, or whatever! I'm just- I can't- You're a robot, and I shouldn't be cuddling-"

"Well, if I'm a robot, then what are you?" The machine demanded, grip tightening, finally getting irritated.

"I'm a-!" Mike cut himself off.

He was supposed to be pretending to be an animatronic. They didn't... follow the same rules humans did, and even if they did, they didn't know he was a human. They wouldn't think it was strange to be friendly and cuddle with each other. Bonnie even said it was his- his purpose.

But... But it was still wrong, wasn't it? Even if he was just trying to survive? Gosh, why did he come back? What did he think was going to happen?

The man let out a sob, "What am I doing?" He covered his face with his hands. His arm was still caught in Bonnie's grip, but the tight hold had loosened and was now the only thing keeping him on his feet. "I'm so confused..."

"Mike?" Bonnie breathed. His other hand lightly held the brunette's other arm.

The only sound in the pizzeria was Mike's soft sobbing.

An indeterminable number of minutes passed before Bonnie shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

"You're still too warm. Come on, Mike, let's get you seated- Yup, there you go," the rabbit carefully directed the man to a chair and sat beside him. "I don't know what to do, I don't. I'm so sorry- I-" The animatronic cut himself off. He looked at the brunette for a long moment. "Let's... Let's start over, okay?" He straightened up. "Hi, I'm Bonnie the Bunny! What's your name?"

The blue eyed man wiped his tears with a sniffle and hesitantly replied, "M-Mike."

"It's nice to meet you, Mike!" Bonnie smiled as warmly as he was able. "What do you like?"

"I don't know- I..." The brunette took a deep breath. He needed to survive, and if he had to be friends with robots and cuddle, then that was just what he was going to do. Besides, he didn't have any immoral reasons for spending time with the animatronics, and it was kind of part of his job. It was just like... like getting along with his coworkers. And remember to smile, you are the face of Freddy Fazbear's...

"I like kids," he began. That was a good place to start, right? Why else would he bother working here? "Um, I like to draw, and... and I play games." Video games, but it didn't matter did it? "And I like cooking."

"That's cool!" Bonnie encouraged. His smile seemed more realistic now, and it settled more of Mike's nerves. "I like kids too. I can't draw, but I like to sing and play guitar. I like games also! We have a few board games, would you like to play?"

"Uh, sure," Mike replied, feeling a bit shy. Here he was, this big screwed up mess, and Bonnie seemed to have himself together. Now as long as nothing else terrifying happened-

"You guys! We're gonna play a board game!" Bonnie called as he made his way to the supplies closet. "Anyone else wanna play?"

Like that.

Mike shifted anxiously. "Bonnie, I'm, um, not sure-"

"Oh, you're fine!" The rabbit reassured. "They'll love you!"

"That's not really what I-" he tried again.

"What game be we playin'?" Foxy called as he strolled towards them. Mike flinched at the sight of him and ducked behind Bonnie as quickly as he could. "Oi! There's no need ta be 'fraid o' this ol' fox." The red animatronic tried to peer around the rabbit and see the skittish man, but he couldn't catch more than a glimpse. "Skittish, ain't 'e?"

"I can hear you," Mike mumbled.

"Chica doesn't want to play?" Bonnie asked, overpowering the brunette's meek protest.

"Nah. She's still bakin'. Poor lass hasn't had a real chance in years," the fox explained. "So, what game?"

"Well, I was gonna let Mike pick," the purple one said and tugged the smaller male out from behind him. Mike flushed to the roots of his hair.

"Bonnie, I don't-"

"You'll be fine!" The rabbit repeated and pushed the man towards the closet. "Just pick one."

The blue eyed man hesitated in the doorway, staring at the small shelf of games. What if he picked one they didn't like? Would they get angry? Should he try to pick a game he knew they'd like? How was he supposed to-

Right. He's doing this to survive.

He's already bonded with Bonnie. (Sort of.) Now he just needs to win over Foxy. It shouldn't be hard, right? Old pirate who likes to play and tell stories...

"Uh, does the Battleship still have most of it's pieces?" He questioned quietly and came out of the closet with the box. He was fairly certain he saw Foxy's golden eyes brighten, though Bonnie looked a little disheartened.

"That's a two player game, Mike," he pointed out. "It's got most of the pieces, but..."

"Well, Foxy's already got an advantage," the man retorted. He could feel his confidence rising; maybe he could make it through this.

"I do?" The fox startled.

"Of course! You're already a professional captain," Mike answered easily. "If Bonnie and I don't team up, we could never beat you." Bonnie looked so touched, Mike wondered if he would have tears in his eyes, were he able. Foxy's ears sprung up, and a cocky grin came to his muzzle.

"An' you better believe it!" He cried. "Come on! Let's play!"

-{[(•)]}-

Around 3am, the game players were interrupted by Chica, who came bearing cake. Obviously, the animatronics weren't supposed to be able to eat it, but it was the thought that counted. (Even if Mike really wanted a slice.)

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's, Mike!" The chicken greeted and held out the cake. The brunette offered her a shy smile and shifted ever so slightly towards Bonnie and Foxy. "It's so great to have another member around!"

"It, ah, great to be here," he offered as genuinely as possible. His playful manner from the different board games died quickly, and he was left feeling a bit stranded in the sea of his emotions. "Do you want to join us?" He suggested carefully.

"Oh no!" She flapped her wing happily like a fan. "I couldn't, really. I have so much to catch up on in the kitchen!"

"Oh," Foxy looked at the nearest clock. "I guess I should get back ta countin' ma doubloons... Lot more o' them than I was expectin'." He slowly pulled himself to his feet, and Mike winced at the resulting creaks from the pirate's joints. Did the technicians ever take care of these guys?

Looking at Chica, he guessed not. The purple eyed animatronic was covered in grease and baking ingredients, her bib was stained irreparably, and her beak looked stuck in place. She needed some serious maintenance.

"You've spent enough time with these guys, Mike!" Chica laughed as Foxy retreated back to his cove. "Why don't you come back and help me finish baking orders?"

"Um, I..." The man glanced to Bonnie, wondering if he would be deserting that rabbit. The purple animatronic had looked crushed when he thought Mike might not want to play with him...

"You go ahead, Mikey," Bonnie grinned. "I wanna practice my guitar anyway."

The blue eyed man uncertainly nodded and turned back to Chica once the bunny had made his way towards the stage. She seemed harmless enough, and if anything happened, Bonnie would probably help him, right?

"Lead the way," he tried to joke. He probably had this entire place memorized from staring at the cameras. The bird laughed, even though it wasn't that funny. She started walking to the kitchen, and the man cautiously followed.

In the kitchen, he tried to find the broken camera, just to finally know where it was. He spotted it in the far corner, the entire front half torn off and dangling below. Maybe Chica wasn't as harmless as she seems...

Mike gulped and tuned into what the yellow animatronic was saying. She directed him to the walk in refrigerator for some ingredients and held out a recipe book for the cake they would be baking. The man turned to the freezing storage area with a wince; this whole night was like a live horror movie...

With a heavy amount of caution, he started into the small, cold room and searched for the needed ingredients. The door started to creak, and he immediately scuttled back out.

"Nope. No. Not happening. Nope. Nope," he muttered anxiously.

"What's wrong?" Chica asked.

"I... I can't find them," he lied. She examined him and nodded.

"I guess you don't have the same bulb lights we do. How do you see at all?" She questioned as she gathered the ingredients herself.

"They're like... like cameras," he answered weakly. "The light goes in, my... my hard-drive processes it and turns it into images." That wasn't too much of a lie, was it?

"Oh! That's amazing!" Chica flapped a wing through the door as she continued to rummage through the shelves. "Technology sure has improved since we were built. Were there many models like you?"

"You could say that," the man fingered the pages of another cook book and ran his hand over a row of pots and pans.

"Alright, so here's what we needed," Chica unloaded the ingredients on the metallic table in the middle of the room. "The first thing we need to do is prepare the ingredients and begin mixing them." She placed the open cook book on a little stand and gestured to the directions.

Mike read them, and the two started pulling out bowls, blending things, stirring, and generally doing what it takes to bake a cake. Gradually, a wistful smile came to the man's lips.

"I haven't baked a cake since I lived with my... my creator." My mom. The brunette reminisced.

"You're really lucky, you know," the chicken replied lightly. She threw another pinch of flour into the bowl.

"Why is that?" Mike checked the recipe and added a cup of chocolate chips. The bird quickly poured in a handful of colorful sprinkles.

"None of us remember our creator. We've been functioning for, golly, how many years is it now? The information has faded from our memory banks," she informed. "The only thing I can really recall from our beginning was the first cake I baked."

"Really? Why?" Mike questioned, turning to face her. His hands had stopped moving and rested limply on the cool table.

"Well, what I remember was actually the child who the cake was for. The pizzeria had just opened, and he was our first birthday party. He was young enough his parents weren't worried he would remember if the party turned out terrible. All his friends were gathered around the table, watching Freddy sing. Suddenly, the lights went down, and we all said happy birthday to the little boy. His eyes were so wide," she chuckled fondly. "Then, I brought out the little vanilla cake I had baked the night before." The chicken paused in stirring the batter, looking incredibly pleased, if a bit distant. "He clapped his little hands and gave this happy little laugh. Everyone sang happy birthday, and I gave him the first slice. Then..." She smiled wide, and Mike wondered how she did it with her beak stiff as it was. "He gave me a big ol' hug and thanked me in his sweet little voice."

The companions stood in silence for a long moment.

"Well," Chica finally started. She turned back to their work. "I think this is ready to be poured and put in the oven. Would you do the honors, Mike?"

The bird hovered over him as he did so. He cracked some lame joke, and their laughter filled the kitchen.

-{[(•)]}-

5am rolled around.

Mike looked at the clock and almost wondered how he had survived this long. Looking at Chica and Bonnie bickering across a table on what color to frost the cake with, seeing Foxy perk up when the suggestion of red came up, feeling the sense of family that rested over the pizzeria like a thick blanket, Mike felt he knew.

"Mike," a deep voice rumbled across the pizzeria. Everyone stilled.

"That's Freddy. I think he finally powered up, the lazy bear," Chica giggled.

"He called for you. You should probably go before he comes to get you," Foxy commented off-handedly, as though the idea of Freddy even knowing his name wasn't scary enough.

"Um," the man stuttered. "I-I don't... He's..."

"Mike," the voice hauntingly called once more.

"It's okay, Mike. He did this with each of us," Bonnie placated. "He's just going to greet you and make sure you know your place in the pizzeria." The blue eyed man gulped and went to meet his fuzzy Fazbear doom.

Mike was extremely cautious as he entered the dining hall and made his way to the stage. Freddy was standing tall, his back to the significantly smaller male. The man soon found himself at the edge of the stage.

"Well hallo there," a heavily accented voice greeted. "Welcome to ma humble abode."

"H-huh?"

"Ya deaf, son?" Freddy chuckled. "Sorry if I scared ya a'tall before. Didn't know ya were one of the family."

"Oh, it's... fine," the man mumbled sheepishly. "Sir?"

"Ya kin jus' call me Freddy. Or Pops if yer feelin' real friendly like," the bear grinned.

"Ah. Okay, Freddy." Mike felt some of the rigidness melt out of his shoulders. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"First off, I always welcome newcomers to tha family," Freddy explained. "And besides that, I just wanted to help ya understand yer job here. Yer a mouse correct?"

"Yeah, sure," the man agreed weakly.

"An' what's yer primary function?" The brown animatronic continued.

"Isn't that a bit personal?" Mike floundered. His brain searched hopelessly for a good answer. The bear just gave a hearty laugh.

"I suppose," he conceeded. "But I won't tell a soul, I promise."

"I... Just... Cuddling!" The man blurted and clapped his hands over his mouth and flinched violently backwards.

"It's alright, son. Ain't no body here gonna judge ya," Freddy reassured.

"It's for comfort," the brunette tried to reason. "Kids get sad or lonely, you know? And I... I just offer them someone to lean on." Thinking about his relationship with his mother, who was currently under the stain of unmedicated mental illness, he thought maybe that was one of his primary functions.

"I'm sure ye'll be a valued member of the band," the larger male smiled warmly and patted his shoulder. Mike vaguely wondered when he had gotten so close.

"I'll do my best," the blue eyed man responded.

"Now, what were ya'll gettin' up to in tha kitchen?"

Mike grinned sheepishly and led the older male back through the pizzeria. Bonnie and Chica had finally settled on making the frosting white with rainbow trim and sprinkles. Foxy was enthusiastically trying to sneak some of the frosting, just for the fun of it, but Chica caught his wrist (without even looking, either) just as he reached the bowl.

Everyone laughed at the fox's pouty expression.

Freddy chose the frosting when the next cake came out of the oven, and when the batch of cupcakes came out there was a small frosting war. Mike used it as an excuse to help the animatronics out and give them a thorough wash-down.

They had protested at first, but he just had to give them his most innocent look and say it was part of his personality programming.

When he was done, the Fazbear gang returned to their usual positions. Mike waved goodbye to Foxy at Pirate's Cove and followed the others to the stage. Freddy and Chica powered down quietly, but Bonnie looked at him with worry.

"Where are you going to power down?" He fretted. "What's your station? Why haven't we seen you during the day?"

"I power down wherever because I just wander during the day," Mike reassured. "You probably won't see me for a while. I still have some bugs, and my creator is sick."

"Will you be okay? Should I walk you to the office?" The rabbit continued.

"I'm fine," the brunette laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow, Bonnie." A warm smile lit his face, and despite his anxiousness, the animatronic let himself drift away.

The alarm on Mike's phone went off.

He had survived another night.

A/N: Does anyone else see Mike as their shy baby brother? No, just me? Okay...

Age wise, the order is like this: Freddy Foxy Bonnie Chica Mike

QUESTION OF THE UPDATE: What is your favorite memory with your mom? When I was little and I came home from school, my mom would make Italian Wedding soup and we would eat at the kitchen table while we talked about my day and I did my homework. This was way back when my mom still worked part time... *sighs* Sometimes, I really miss those times.