#askgxldenduo

Mike Schmidt had never been more angry than when it had been announced that this place - this hellhole - was being made and opened. Who the fuck did the creator think they were, bringing back the nightmare that had haunted Mike’s mind, dreams and reality for about thirty years now? Mike would have words. But, first, curiosity called. There was a jangling sound, a small click, then the backdoor of Fazbear’s Fright was opened. In stepped fifty-four year-old Mike Schmidt, brown hair long turned silver, all dressed up in his usual sweater vest and brown trench coat. Cold blue eyes searched the area before him, checking for any danger (because there was always danger at a Freddy’s-related place), then he shut the door and deposited his lock pick into his coat pocket. Couldn’t risk going through the front door; just in case anybody saw. Oh, but they shouldn’t, of course. According to his calculations, if they were really copying that much from the old Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, then the night guard shouldn’t be here yet. Should still be at home. That gave Mike time to look around. See what the fuck this establishment had going for it. Maybe find a way to destroy it and stop the progress it was making. Of course, this place wasn’t open for the public just yet. Things needed to be done, but there’d already been announcements in the newspapers that some dumbass kids had decided to open a horror attraction based on the urban legends surrounding Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza and the horrors that went on in there. Children disappearing, a murderer on the premises, night guards going missing, blood and mucus coming from the animatronics’ noses and mouths, foul odour - this place was based upon all of that. How utterly and completely fucked up. ‘Urban legends’. Right. Mike’s eyes darted left and right, then he took the flashlight from his belt and turned it on, waving it around so the beam of light could show him the posters and children’s drawings on the walls. God, this was eerily similar. He’d congratulate the kids who made this place if he didn’t want to beat their faces in. With that, Mike picked a random direction and set off, ready for anything. Especially Freddy - he was ready for Freddy.

whatever this place was, it was scary, & he wanted out.

  there was a small gulp from the man. no, he did   not know exactly who - or what - stood in front   of him. however, something was telling him that   he did not want to find out. so, he stayed quiet in   hopes of not being seen. maybe it would leave...

Foxy looks down at the old golden bear confused by his statement “What do ye mean lad? We dont suck! We just...ar..going through some hard times, but everything’ll clear up soon im sure!”

"This game isn't fun anymore. Do you not believe me when I said I only wanted to talk?"

“G-g-goldie--G-g-golden BEAR!! T-t-this isn’t ---F-f-f-azbear’s F-f-fright i-i-isn’t your p-p-p-place!! Y-y-you shouldn’t be here!!”