The Truth Hurts… Part I

*POV = Point of View

Chapter 1: Mike Schmidt's POV

~The Purple Gal

"Hey, Mike? Do you have a second to talk?"

I perked my head up from my slumber at the sound of my 2nd cousin, Jeremy Fitzgerald's, quiet, British accent.

"Huh?" I mumbled, "Wha – hmm – What is it, Jeremy?" I tried to talk back, but my voice ended up sounding like I was dying.

Jeremy walked into my office with his bright blonde hair framing his face, and his hazel eyes peering softly at me through his black, rectangular-shaped glasses with nervousness.

"Um, we need to tell you something… important," Jeremy whispered slightly.

"Who's 'we?'" I inquired, squinting at Jeremy curiously.

Around the corner, the CEO of Fazbear Entertainment shown his face. His Alexandria's Genesis (violet eyes) and lavender hair shone in the light.

"Vincent?"

"Um… yeah, we were talking, and we've come to the conclusion that, uh…" Jeremy paused, "We've think you should know this, but promise us you won't tell anyone! Not even Fritz!"

I gasped. Fritz was one of my closest friends! Whatever they wanted me to know, it must've been super important…

"Look, I know you're shocked, but here's the thing: he – you know Fritz. He's the type of security guard that would freak if he heard about this! I mean, you know, just don't tell him… yet." Vincent stated. "Let us deliver the news to him, 'kay?" 'He already knows anyway…'

"O-okay? Uh… what is it you want to tell me?" I sat back in my computer chair, my stomach feeling uneasy from anxiety, and worry…

Vincent took a deep breath, then said, 'You, were the victim of the Bite…"

"You mean, the Bite, don't you?"

"Y-yes, the Bite of '87," Jeremy stuttered.

"You lost your frontal lobe to that animatronic-robot thing, Fredbear, six years ago," Vincent began, "I was suiting someone up in a SpringBonnie suit that day. Your brother and his friends brought you too close to that golden version of Freddy Fazbear. Fritz was there, working the dayshift. Your brother and three of his friends made fun of you and called you names…"

~FLASHBACK - November 1987~

"Wow, your brother is kind of a baby, isn't he?" a voice asked.

"It's hilarious," my older brother agreed. "Why don't we help him get a closer look? He will love it!"

"No! Please!" I pleaded.

"Come on guys; let's give this little man a lift. He wants to get up close and personal!"

"No! I don't want to go!" I kicked and I cried, but they just brought me closer.

"You heard the little man! He wants to get even closer! Hahaha!" my brother laughed.

I cried for someone to help me, but no one came to save me from these monsters. They were too strong for me.

We reached the show stage, where Fredbear and SpringBonnie stood. When all five of us were at the end of the stage, the animatronics stopped telling us jokes and stories, and were instead silent.

"Why, hello boys." Fredbear said.

"Hey guys, I think this little man said he wanted to give Fredbear a big kiss!" my brother lied.

WHAT?! There was NO WAY I was going up there and getting that close to those wretched old robots!

"On three, one…"

My heart pounded inside my chest as they lifted me up closer.

"Two…"

"!" I could only manage to make out a few sounds as I my forehead was resting just outside of Fredbear's mouth.

"Excuse me boys, you get that poor boy out of there this ins-"

The security guard was cut short as a loud, sickening crunch was heard throughout the whole pizzeria. I could only hear someone yell, "Call 911!" before everything went silent and black.

~FLASHBACK ENDS – June 1993~

I sat there, paralyzed. I felt my eyes water, and I looked away from my comrades, letting the tears run down my face.

"J-J-Jeremy… V-Vincent," I sobbed, "Why…?" I paused, letting more tears fall from my puffy, red, eyes. "Why didn't you tell me the truth from the start? Instead, you lied, saying I got a concussion!"

"C-calm down Mikey!" Jeremy declared.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! "

I couldn't believe these people I called my 'friends ' had kept this from me for SIX years! I gave them a look before running down the east hall, all the way down to the Kitchen, ignoring the other two calling my name.

I spontaneously flung the metal door open, while a young blonde man in a golden brown tuxedo stared at me, emotionless.

Why…?" I panted, "Why would you do this to me? Why did you have to permanently screw me up the way you did, Fredbear?!"

Fredbear – Golden Freddy – glared at me in awe and confusion, before suddenly realizing what I was talking about.

"Uh, I, uhh…" he spoke, struggling to figure out what to say in return, "Listen, Mikey… I'm sorry... about the Bite. I just, don't know why I tried to speak with you there."

"You KNOW why, Goldie!" I cried. "You know…"

After a long pause, Goldie sigh before he spoke again, "I must have been… taken over by one of the five children someone murdered back then…" Goldie looked away in shame and regret. "But the only thing that matters, is the fact that you're alive – thanks to your older brother, John. He died, giving you blood because you lost a lot during the Bite… be thankful he felt bad for you and saved your life. Because without him, you wouldn't be here right now."

Moments passed before I spoke again, "You're right, but you should have fought back the child. It's because of you I'm mentally unstable…"

"Mikey wait-!"

I stormed out of the room, hanging my head low and slumping my way to the dining area. How could these stupid buckets of bolts and my friends keep such a tragic thing from me?