AN: Firstly, I know that the Puppet is in FNAF 2 and the original animatronics are in FNAF 1, but I wanted the Puppet in the story, okay?

Also, this is inspired off Rebornica's (pretty sure it's hers) 'Little Mikey' comic dub, and though has the same name, is mine. I just took his love from Foxy from it. If anything else is the same it's entirely coincidental.

Completely unrelated, but if you haven't, check out Can't Go Home Again written by Mable! It's the best FNAF story I've read. XD

Mike sighed as he watched Chica 'subtly' sneaking up the left hallway and turned off the monitor, turning on the light to watch her. He flicked back up the screen and checked Pirate's Cove, where Foxy sat silently, then clicked the Prize Corner screen to remotely wind Puppet's music box. He smirked and looked towards the left to check on Chica, who'd most likely scampered off. This was easy. Too easy.

Chica watched the light flick on and knew she'd been spotted. Dang it Mike! That nightguard was too good, which was why Freddy was able to convince everybody that he had to be that good to get away with the killings. In Chica and Bonnie's opinions, he was too young, but who knows? Maybe he just looked it.

She finally rounded the corner and was about to screech out to him when... he wasn't there? She glanced around, her inward child counter reading one. She looked down... there was a small, dark haired boy giggling at the blank tablet. He looked up and screamed...

...with joy. He giggled and hugged Chica's leg, the tablet forgotten.

"Chica?" Bonnie was there and silently pointed to who was undoubtedly Mike with his bright blue eyes, but couldn't be more than five years old.

"Who was- BONNIE!" He jumped up and ran to hug the blue bunny, who stared wide-eyed. Not just because of the fact the nightguard was a little boy, but as he got up his pant legs were revealed to be rolled up and were his left ankle should be... was a strip of metal. A metal leg. They looked confusedly at each other.

"Hi guys! Oh my gosh, this is so awesome, I'm here with Bonnie and Chica!" He pulled Chica's leg into his grasp, and she nearly stumbled on top of the boy. Mikey spoke with a lisp, more like he was two instead of five. Such as saying wif instead of with and tis instead of this. It was way cute.

Before either passive animatronic could respond, there was an all too familiar chiming of music. "Freddy!" Chica yelled and pushed Mike behind her. "Don't hurt him, he's only a kid!"

"All the easier to kill hi- huh?" Mike's phone, which was on the desk, began playing Mama Said. Of course, the animatronics didn't recognise it. Freddy picked it up and somehow pressed the answer button.

"Hello baby." He said into the phone.

"Mikey, this is your mother. Were you expecting a different call? What's up with your voice? Are you drunk again? You gotta get over your father! He needed to go-"

"Um, sorry mom, I thought you were someone else." The brown bear forced his voice to sound more like Mike's, which seemed to pacify his mother.

"Well, I just wanted to say to you something that you're not gonna be happy about... your father escaped prison sweetheart."

"What?" Freddy asked, unable to control his voice but more from the shock that Mike's father was in prison. "Sorry mom, I'm at work. Bye." He hung up and threw the phone onto the desk before looking at the shrunken child, who had somehow climbed on top of Bonnie and was playing with his ear.

"What kind of secrets was this boy hiding?" Freddy asked and grabbed the child off of the bunny's head, setting him on the ground. He giggled and grabbed Freddy's hat, huffing when he couldn't pry it off the bolts. "I want yer hat!" He wrinkled his nose, making Chica aww and Bonnie roll his eyes.

"A tantrum won't get you anywhere, kiddo." Bonnie scrubbed his hair, making the small boy glare at the purple bunny, who looked to the two other animatronics. "You think he remembers being the night guard?"

"I think he'd be hitting us with that flashlight if he did..." Chica replied, looking towards the small boy. He sat down in the middle of the floor and frowned. "You guys are boring! I wanna see Foxy!" He whined, making Freddy and Chica exchange a look and Bonnie looked terrified.

"Err... Foxy doesn't want to see anybody right now, buddy." Bonnie knelt to his height to talk to the boy. "Wanna tell us about yourself?"

The boy stood up and nodded slowly, looking at the animatronics a little more fearfully than he had before. "Well, I'm Mikey... I'm five years old... I like to draw and sing... I like Foxy... ummm I have a big sister..." The boy trailed, looking at his shoes shyly.

"What happened to your leg?" Bonnie lifted the jeans hem to see the metal leg, and at the touch the boy jumped back and grabbed the flashlight, which he had apparently dropped when he'd turned to a child, and held it above his head like a weapon. "Don't touch me!"

"Fiesty one... maybe he remembers being the nightguard?" Freddy asked, and Bonnie shook his head, his metal ears flopping slightly. Mike now looked between the three with more fear, looking around the room and that's when it hit them: he didn't realise he was alone with the animatronics and now that he knew that, he was absolutely terrified.

"FOXY! HELP ME FOXY!" He screamed and rammed the metal light into Bonnie's head before running from the room as fast as he could, but wasn't too fast with his leg and the animatronics could easily catch up to them. Chica came out of the shock first and chased after him, grabbing him several feet in front of the starry purple fabric. She could only hope Foxy was still asleep...

"Let me go! I wanna see Foxy!" Mike squirmed in her grasp and yelled out. "Captain Foxy!" Chica knew that Foxy had to have heard that.

Like the chicken expected, the fox emerged and immediately saw the boy. He just stared at her. "Go back to sleep, Foxy! Leave him alone!" But the fox wasn't staring at her. She realised too late and turned around, hearing a high-pitched scream come from her young charge and, despite his earlier scared behavior, clung to the chicken at the sight of the golden bear standing there.

"Arr, leave the lad alone." The fox stepped forward and pushed Chica aside to show that Goldie couldn't get to the boy. A low growl came from the fox and that's when she realised what Mike really was, and why Goldie so badly wanted the boy dead. Not because he was the murderer, but because he failed to murder the small child.

Mike Schmidt was the victim of the Bite of '87.

Chica gasped as she realised this and as Foxy prepared to fight, a familiar chiming came through pizzeria of 'Pop Goes The Weasel.' A mime-like figure appeared in the hallway and saw Foxy in his fighting stance. His music abruptly went off and he angled his head at the animatronic so even with his constant smile, he could show his disappointment. Then he saw the boy and looked to Chica for an exclamation.

Before she could talk, Mike smiled at the porcelain-faced being and jumped out of the chicken's weak grasp. He slowly walked towards the levitating being, stopping a few feet in front of him and tilted his head at him, studying him.

"He doesn't know Marionette..." Chica said to Foxy, but this was obviously not the case.

"You're real?! Mama said you were fake inside my mind! I gotta show you to her! I'm not crazy, see Foxy! Mari exists! Mari exists and is the one who saved me from Purple Guy!" Purple guy? Mari? Fake? So many questions went through the chicken's mind, and the bear and rabbit standing a few yards away watching the scene, and they all went unanswered as a different chiming went through the pizzeria and the animatronics silently went to their spots. Chica forced her head to look back and saw a grown Michael sitting against the wall, groaning and rubbing his head. "This is worse than a hangover..."