Mike pov

I watched the cameras on the tablet screen, but I wasn't particularly focused on them. I was still paying attention, but I couldn't help but think about Jeremy.

I'm missing him right now. I wish I could be back at the apartment. I don't have a good feeling when I leave him alone.

I sighed and looked at the clock, only having about twenty minutes left of my shift. It wouldn't be too much longer now until I could go home and make sure he was okay.

I checked the camera in Pirate's Cove and saw Foxy peeking out from the curtains. Even after he bit off my frontal lobe, almost killing me, he was still always my favorite.

He's the coolest mascot in the pizzeria. He's a pirate fox. The others are just lame. A bear in a top hat, a chicken with a cupcake, and a bunny with a guitar? Those don't even compare to how cool Foxy is. And I know he didn't mean it, it was just a malfunction of his system.

My thought was broken when I heard metallic footsteps, stomping down the hall. Luckily I closed the door before Foxy managed to get in.

Maybe he isn't as cool as I thought... He is still trying to kill me after all... Oh well...

I looked at the time and then my power percentage. I hadn't been monitoring it like I should have, so most of my power was gone.

There was only four percent power and ten minutes left. There was no way I was going to make it on my own. I would have to seriously luck out to make it through this one.

I turned the lights off and opened the doors to try and conserve what little power I had left. I was just praying to make it through the last ten minutes.

I avoided using the cameras as much as I could, but I had to check Pirate's Cove, and that's when the power finally gave out.

"Mother fucker..." I muttered under my breath.

I sat completely still in the numbing office chair as Freddy's face illuminated the hallway. His annoying tune started playing, meaning my doom was near.

I'm not getting back to Jeremy. It's too late. I'm going to die in this pizzeria and slave as an animatronic. God that's depressing.

Just as Freddy's jingle stopped and I thought my life was over, the six AM chime rang. I had made it through another night at Freddy's.

I sprinted out of the hellish building and back to my apartment. I figured Jere was probably asleep, so I entered quietly.

I peeked into the bathroom just in case he was awake, but something was off. Normally when I enter I can see his tail stick out over the edge of the tub, but this time I didn't see it.

I walked in and opened the curtain, only to discover Jeremy was gone. Gone.

What?! Jeremy can't be gone! He doesn't have legs to get away with! Unless... Someone took him...