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There were two characters that I felt like I hadn't drawn in a while, and Mike was the only one I had an idea for at the time when I started sketching the thumbnails that wound up becoming this drawing. I wanted to draw him in his normal clothes, so as for the context of the drawing, deciding the context was kind of a toss up between setting it shortly after the last location shut and setting it earlier with him going back to the location on someone else's night shift. I went with the former of the two.

I added two animatronics into the drawing, these being Bonnie and Foxy, and as they aren't the focus, I hope that they didn't steal the spotlight of this drawing too much. I only added them because I felt like I needed to have something in the drawing other than Mike, as he wasn't in uniform, and as the animatronics are easier to recognise, I added the two animatronics into the foreground.

Also, I feel like drawings like this are a good example of why I shade my drawings how I do. Not only is it easy for someone like me who only has access to only a small selection of colours in the form of colouring pencils (the amount of coloring pencils known is a very, very, incredibly tiny number compared to the 16 million + colours digital artists can work with) to pull off, but I feel that the shading having the shadows tend to black also gives the drawing a lot of depth and contrast. I'm not sure what you guys think, but it's better than when I tried to shade in colour back before I started posting.

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I used ' ' to signify thoughts and " " for speech.

Also, CAUTION, this story (and only the story. The art itself does not contain the following imagery) has violent and slightly gory imagery at the end, so if you don't like that, the end of the story is at the decorative divider that's identical to the one just below that signifies the start of the story.

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January, 1998.

It wasn't Mike's shift, yet he walked up to the old restaurant and opened the back door. It hadn't been his shift since late last year: the year that this location - the last location - shut down. The animatronics hadn't been moved out of the location yet, and he doubted that they ever would; it's not like anyone in their right state of mind would try to steal them, and even if someone did, what would they do with any of those posessed robots?

Confident in knowing that the only people he may run into would be former colleagues from the restaurant and maybe a few brave investigators, he slipped into the building unnoticed.

Mike was only there for one thing: evidence. He just needed to get close enough to the animatronics to find out if the corpses were still inside.

Krasnyy had practically cleaned out the place of any and all paperwork, which was now sitting tight in a filing cabinet at the station, so the only thing really left to do was locate the bodies. A task that was pushed onto Mike, as he was not only a police officer himself, but a former night guard of the restaurant as well, so he knew the place better than any of his fellow officers. He pushed for someone to go with him, but with the recent closure of the restaurant, everyone was up to their necks in work with all of the missing person cases that were now coming to light, and other incidents that more than likely related to Freddy's in one way or another.

Looking at the kitchen, almost nothing had changed. The only things that were missing were the piles of plates and cutlery, which the kitchen staff had taken with them upon the place being shut down. Ovens, fridges, cupboards, and freezers still lined the walls, now collecting dust alongside the counters and sinks.

The door to the dining area was closed, and he saw movement on the other side.

'I'm not going that way.'

Mike knew that the animatronics no longer followed their cycle of activity and inactivity. Since they weren't maintained anymore, the ghosts had completely taken over their metal hosts, and there was nothing stopping them from being active all hours of the day. The only safety net Mike had was that if he wasn't back at the station within six hours, they'd send some actually armed backup to look for him. He needed to find a way to get close without putting himself in unnecessary danger.

He only needed to check one, and if there was a corpse, he could go back and he would get help in retrieving the bodies. On the other hand, if he checked and they were empty, he would have to keep checking untill he found one that contained a corpse or untill they all had been checked. Then he could report back that the bodies had been moved. He just needed to find a way to do that.

The vent into the east hall was open, and he knew that it would take him right next to the office. Perhaps if he got to the office, he would be in a slightly more advantageous position.

After checking the vent for any animatronics and finding it was empty, he crawled through and climbed out into the hall. He checked again for animatronic, and upon seeing nothing, he swiftly snuck into the security office. Nothing was working, as the power had been shut off when the place closed down, so he really didn't have anything to defend himself with.

Despite being defensless in a building full of homicidal animatronics, he almost felt safe. Since 1993, he had felt as if this office was a safe space for him to be, and as long as he stayed alert, he'd be fine. Even though the situation now was far different to how it was back then, it felt almost the same.

"This feels weird. For once, I've got to creep up on them. Not sure if this is going to work, but it's worth a shot. You can back out of this at any time, you've got this."

Mike looked at his reflection in the screen of the monitors whilst psyching himself up a bit, and took a deep breath to prepare himself for the task ahead. He had a torch, and that was about it. He didn't need to make any notes, after all, and after using his torch to check both doors, he moved as silently as he could, out of the east door.

As he walked to the top of the coridoor, he peeked out into the dining room, and to his suprise, there was no animatronics there. He rationalised that whatever was standing outside the kitchen must have moved. He checked pirate cove, and that too was empty. Now that the animatronics weren't bound by anything that may have been programmed into the machine, they were now all completely unpredictable, so he expected this.

As Mike silently stepped into the dining area, he heard the creek of a door opening behind him. Without thinking, he pivoted around and shone his torch into the hallway, only to be met with Bonnie staring at him with a bloodthirsty glare.

Instincts took over and as the purple rabbit ran towards him, Mike turned around and bolted out into the dining area. Bearly a few steps in, a second animatronic bolted out of the bathroom and safe room area.

He turned on his heels and tried to run from them both, only to find himself stuck between them and a wall.

Shining his torch around, he saw that the other animatronic was Foxy. But they had both stoped running, and they were only a few metres away. He pushed himself back into the wall, but there were no hidden doors for him to fall through. It was just him, a solid wall, and the two animatronics.

Mike could no longer contain his fear, and begun to shout and scream for help, even though he knew how well insulated this place was when it came to noise. The only ears for his cries for help to fall on were those of the rather amused looking animatronics.

"Why'd you leave?" "We missed seeing you."

The animatronics spoke in a mocking tone as they once more begun to approach Mike, and as they got closer, their comments became more and more disturbing.

"It was fun watching you struggling to breathe." "You just wouldn't die!"

The animatronics were now almost right on top of him, and Mike's screaming for help was promptly cut short by Bonnie's robotic hand clasping shut around his throat.

"How about we play again, for old times sake?"

Bonnie lifted Mike off the ground, and even though this wouldn't kill Mike, it was still incredibly painful. The only upside - if you could even call it that - was that he had a perfect view into the animatronic.

Mike hadn't droped his torch, so even if it was for only a moment, he was able to raise his torch to see inside the metal rabbits shell, and low and behold, the corpse was still somehow still inside. He had his answer, so now he only had to escape, or wait out the six hours.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain in his arm, and the shattering sound of a torch crashing into tile. Foxy had slashed at his arm, making him drop the torch. He didn't need it now anyway, but that didn't make his arm hurt any less. He tried to scream, but couldn't breathe in or out. The only thing he could do was check if he could still use his arm - which after moving his fingers to see if anything major had been cut, he was able to determine that his left arm and hand still worked.

Mike was in agony as blood dripped out of the wound, ran down his arm, and dripped onto the tile floor, but he moved his left hand up to meet his right, and he tried to remove Bonnie's hand from around his throat, but to no avail. His vision started to blur a little as he felt like he was about to fall into a posessed state, but almost as if the animatronic didn't want that to happen, it loosened it's grip ever so slightly to let him have a small breath before going back to choking him.

Mike already knew that the next six hours would feel like the longest six hours of his life.

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Link to my FNAF amino blog:

aminoapps.com/p/8fqlp8

FNAF (c) Scott Cawthon.

Artwork and interpretation of the characters belong to me.

Description

There were two characters that I felt like I hadn't drawn in a while, and Mike was the only one I had an idea for at the time when I started sketching the thumbnails that wound up becoming this drawing. I wanted to draw him in his normal clothes, so as for the context of the drawing, deciding the context was kind of a toss up between setting it shortly after the last location shut and setting it earlier with him going back to the location on someone else's night shift. I went with the former of the two.

I added two animatronics into the drawing, these being Bonnie and Foxy, and as they aren't the focus, I hope that they didn't steal the spotlight of this drawing too much. I only added them because I felt like I needed to have something in the drawing other than Mike, as he wasn't in uniform, and as the animatronics are easier to recognise, I added the two animatronics into the foreground.

Also, I feel like drawings like this are a good example of why I shade my drawings how I do. Not only is it easy for someone like me who only has access to only a small selection of colours in the form of colouring pencils (the amount of coloring pencils known is a very, very, incredibly tiny number compared to the 16 million + colours digital artists can work with) to pull off, but I feel that the shading having the shadows tend to black also gives the drawing a lot of depth and contrast. I'm not sure what you guys think, but it's better than when I tried to shade in colour back before I started posting.

=°•.🌹 Story 🌹.•°=

I used ' ' to signify thoughts and " " for speech.

Also, CAUTION, this story (and only the story. The art itself does not contain the following imagery) has violent and slightly gory imagery at the end, so if you don't like that, the end of the story is at the decorative divider that's identical to the one just below that signifies the start of the story.

=°•.🌹.•°=

January, 1998.

It wasn't Mike's shift, yet he walked up to the old restaurant and opened the back door. It hadn't been his shift since late last year: the year that this location - the last location - shut down. The animatronics hadn't been moved out of the location yet, and he doubted that they ever would; it's not like anyone in their right state of mind would try to steal them, and even if someone did, what would they do with any of those posessed robots?

Confident in knowing that the only people he may run into would be former colleagues from the restaurant and maybe a few brave investigators, he slipped into the building unnoticed.

Mike was only there for one thing: evidence. He just needed to get close enough to the animatronics to find out if the corpses were still inside.

Krasnyy had practically cleaned out the place of any and all paperwork, which was now sitting tight in a filing cabinet at the station, so the only thing really left to do was locate the bodies. A task that was pushed onto Mike, as he was not only a police officer himself, but a former night guard of the restaurant as well, so he knew the place better than any of his fellow officers. He pushed for someone to go with him, but with the recent closure of the restaurant, everyone was up to their necks in work with all of the missing person cases that were now coming to light, and other incidents that more than likely related to Freddy's in one way or another.

Looking at the kitchen, almost nothing had changed. The only things that were missing were the piles of plates and cutlery, which the kitchen staff had taken with them upon the place being shut down. Ovens, fridges, cupboards, and freezers still lined the walls, now collecting dust alongside the counters and sinks.

The door to the dining area was closed, and he saw movement on the other side.

'I'm not going that way.'

Mike knew that the animatronics no longer followed their cycle of activity and inactivity. Since they weren't maintained anymore, the ghosts had completely taken over their metal hosts, and there was nothing stopping them from being active all hours of the day. The only safety net Mike had was that if he wasn't back at the station within six hours, they'd send some actually armed backup to look for him. He needed to find a way to get close without putting himself in unnecessary danger.

He only needed to check one, and if there was a corpse, he could go back and he would get help in retrieving the bodies. On the other hand, if he checked and they were empty, he would have to keep checking untill he found one that contained a corpse or untill they all had been checked. Then he could report back that the bodies had been moved. He just needed to find a way to do that.

The vent into the east hall was open, and he knew that it would take him right next to the office. Perhaps if he got to the office, he would be in a slightly more advantageous position.

After checking the vent for any animatronics and finding it was empty, he crawled through and climbed out into the hall. He checked again for animatronic, and upon seeing nothing, he swiftly snuck into the security office. Nothing was working, as the power had been shut off when the place closed down, so he really didn't have anything to defend himself with.

Despite being defensless in a building full of homicidal animatronics, he almost felt safe. Since 1993, he had felt as if this office was a safe space for him to be, and as long as he stayed alert, he'd be fine. Even though the situation now was far different to how it was back then, it felt almost the same.

"This feels weird. For once, I've got to creep up on them. Not sure if this is going to work, but it's worth a shot. You can back out of this at any time, you've got this."

Mike looked at his reflection in the screen of the monitors whilst psyching himself up a bit, and took a deep breath to prepare himself for the task ahead. He had a torch, and that was about it. He didn't need to make any notes, after all, and after using his torch to check both doors, he moved as silently as he could, out of the east door.

As he walked to the top of the coridoor, he peeked out into the dining room, and to his suprise, there was no animatronics there. He rationalised that whatever was standing outside the kitchen must have moved. He checked pirate cove, and that too was empty. Now that the animatronics weren't bound by anything that may have been programmed into the machine, they were now all completely unpredictable, so he expected this.

As Mike silently stepped into the dining area, he heard the creek of a door opening behind him. Without thinking, he pivoted around and shone his torch into the hallway, only to be met with Bonnie staring at him with a bloodthirsty glare.

Instincts took over and as the purple rabbit ran towards him, Mike turned around and bolted out into the dining area. Bearly a few steps in, a second animatronic bolted out of the bathroom and safe room area.

He turned on his heels and tried to run from them both, only to find himself stuck between them and a wall.

Shining his torch around, he saw that the other animatronic was Foxy. But they had both stoped running, and they were only a few metres away. He pushed himself back into the wall, but there were no hidden doors for him to fall through. It was just him, a solid wall, and the two animatronics.

Mike could no longer contain his fear, and begun to shout and scream for help, even though he knew how well insulated this place was when it came to noise. The only ears for his cries for help to fall on were those of the rather amused looking animatronics.

"Why'd you leave?" "We missed seeing you."

The animatronics spoke in a mocking tone as they once more begun to approach Mike, and as they got closer, their comments became more and more disturbing.

"It was fun watching you struggling to breathe." "You just wouldn't die!"

The animatronics were now almost right on top of him, and Mike's screaming for help was promptly cut short by Bonnie's robotic hand clasping shut around his throat.

"How about we play again, for old times sake?"

Bonnie lifted Mike off the ground, and even though this wouldn't kill Mike, it was still incredibly painful. The only upside - if you could even call it that - was that he had a perfect view into the animatronic.

Mike hadn't droped his torch, so even if it was for only a moment, he was able to raise his torch to see inside the metal rabbits shell, and low and behold, the corpse was still somehow still inside. He had his answer, so now he only had to escape, or wait out the six hours.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain in his arm, and the shattering sound of a torch crashing into tile. Foxy had slashed at his arm, making him drop the torch. He didn't need it now anyway, but that didn't make his arm hurt any less. He tried to scream, but couldn't breathe in or out. The only thing he could do was check if he could still use his arm - which after moving his fingers to see if anything major had been cut, he was able to determine that his left arm and hand still worked.

Mike was in agony as blood dripped out of the wound, ran down his arm, and dripped onto the tile floor, but he moved his left hand up to meet his right, and he tried to remove Bonnie's hand from around his throat, but to no avail. His vision started to blur a little as he felt like he was about to fall into a posessed state, but almost as if the animatronic didn't want that to happen, it loosened it's grip ever so slightly to let him have a small breath before going back to choking him.

Mike already knew that the next six hours would feel like the longest six hours of his life.

=°•.🌹.•°=

Link to my FNAF amino blog:

aminoapps.com/p/8fqlp8

FNAF (c) Scott Cawthon.

Artwork and interpretation of the characters belong to me.