I wake up to see I am in a hospital room. I see a man in a white coat standing over me and I see the cast on my arm and I feel my face is cut up. I read his nametag 'Scott'. My head suddenly hurts. "Where am I?" "You are in a mental hospital Mr. Schmidt." He informs me. "Why?" "An employee of your work found you in a hall all cut up with your arm broken. When he woke you, you kept yelling, 'Stay away!! He is here and coming for me.'" I stare for a moment. "Oh."
Scott tells me he is a therapist and that he is going to help me with my problems. He leads me to the couch and I tell him about everything that has happened at that horrid place. He nods and writes everything down. "You're not crazy Mike, my dear old friend Jeremy came back from guarding at that place, we never knew what happened. He just was found with his forehead all messed up, even lost his frontal lobe. (Just guessing it was him.) I didn't tell anyone but I found this buried into his head." He holds out a metal sharp tooth. Foxy? Or maybe Freddy's
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"It's Me." A Five Nights at Freddy's Story
FanfictionMike Schmidt finds a job after moving to his new apartment. Though something seems to be wrong. What will happen to Mike at Freddy Fazbear's?
