It's 3 AM, and I'm Scared to Death.

Indie, Selective and Literate, Mutuals-Only roleplay blog for Mike Schmidt of Five Nights at Freddy's. Canon divergent. Penned by Mozaik.

[donewithyourschmidt]

It’s 3 AM, and I’m Scared to Death.

       Indie, Selective, Canon Divergent Mike Schmidt.

                   Penned by Mozaik.

[donewithyourschmidt]

Midnight, December 2nd. His birthday is here.

"...You know, I, uh...always wanted a birthday party at Freddy's." Mike says softly, eyes trained on the cameras. Always watchful. "We never could afford it, though. I got to come once, for a classmate's party. I thought it was magical." His voice tightens with the memories.

"...I guess this is the closest I'll ever get. Can't even get any cake. Sad party, huh? Guess it's true you get what you deserve, though."

[donewithyourschmidt]

(CERTIFIED "NOT AN AFTON" MOMENT!!)

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(Mutuals only inbox call!)

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(Mutuals only inbox call!)

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Since your Mike isn't Micheal, what do you think of the concept of Glammike?

Although I believe Glamrock Freddy to be sentient on his own (so, in general, I don't subscribe to the theory), I think it's an incredibly fun AU idea for Mike!

It pans out particularly well with Mike's dream of being a singer - in death, he finally achieves his goal, performing for the masses like he'd always hoped. He has friends in the form of the other bots, he's loved by most everyone. Sure, he has sorrows - he mourns Bonnie, just as Freddy would - but for the most part, he's happy. It's almost a way for him to be at peace after everything he's been through. Freddy was even his favorite in life.

It's a dream come true, until it isn't. Until children start disappearing, until the friends he's made become caricatures of themselves. Until a boy hides out in his chest cavity and turns his world upside down.

Any ending involving leaving the Pizzaplex is fun taking these things into account. Mike is forsaking his dream life, his place of rest, all for a boy he's come to see as family. A boy he sees echoes of himself in, who was failed over and over again by the world.

Just like him.

But he won't die or suffer. Because by God, Mike won't allow it, even if it means sacrificing everything once again.

[behindslaughter]

The sudden voice does get a small jump out of him, shoulders tensing as he quickly covers the tiny flame. A glare is given towards the one who so unceremoniously made his presence known. Dave scoffs lightly, snapping the lighter closed and leans back in the chair, "Who said anything about aspiring?" The scoff quickly turns to something akin to a smile--one done with a façade, a mask of somebody who is rather cheerful, "Nah, not worth burnin' this place really. Not a whole lot of places are lookin' for security guards." The lighter is shoved into the pocket, a shift in the conversation, "Shouldn't you have been gone by now? Night shift ended a while ago."

[donewithyourschmidt]

The nightguard's lips quirk upward at Dave's glare, seeming unbothered by what he assumed was nothing more than a tough guy attitude. "Well, uh, alright then, Mr. Pyro. Sorry I doubted that you've committed arson, I guess." Stiffly, he drags himself towards the coffee pot.

"...I had to get cleaned up in the bathroom. I, uh...got my water shut off three days ago." Mike admits after a moment, face souring in response to the change in conversation. Indeed, his hair was damp under his hat. Washing it with hand soap in a too-small sink and drying it with paper towels was an unpleasant experience, one Mike hoped he wouldn't have to repeat anytime soon. Payday couldn't come soon enough.

[donewithyourschmidt]

@behindslaughter​ replied to your post:

". . . I'm coming for you next after I dismantle Mr. Fazbear."

“Oh, no! Another person trying to kill me! Get in line, bud, you’re, uh, not really special here.”

[donewithyourschmidt]

“Who wants to take bets on who’s gonna win?”

Not that he has any spare cash to gamble, but it’s the spirit that counts!

[memedetonator]

☠ ― 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟. (𝑉𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝐶.)

Why were you named the way you were? Is there a special meaning behind your name (or middle name if applicable)?

When is your birthday? What is your ideal birthday?

What is your sexuality/orientation? How did you discover them?

What's usually on your shopping list?

What are some general hygiene things you do? How do you normally do your hair? What kind of products do you use?

What is in your pockets/bag/etc. right now?

What is it like where you live? How does it compare to where you grew up if it differs?

Do you have a favorite food? What's your favorite breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert?

Do you have any other family members? Parents, siblings, grandparents, cousins, etc.?

How do you feel about makeup? Are you any good at putting it on? Do you wear it often?

Would you say you are an introvert, or an extrovert?

If someone were to invite you to a party, would you enjoy it? What would you do during?

What scares you the most? And if it really happened... how would you deal with it?

Have you ever raised a weapon towards someone? Was it in self-defense, or was it purposefully? What happened afterwards?

Do you honestly believe that you are funny? Tell us your best joke!

Tell us about something that's happened recently (asker can request a specific "vibe" to the story--happy, sad, annoying, funny, etc. if they wish).

If you were to describe yourself in a few words, what would those words be?

Do you have any pets? If so, what are their names? What are they like personality-wise? Can we see them?

What is something you care desperately about? Something that you just couldn't live without?

Have you ever broken a bone? Have you ever had surgery?

How often do you cry? Do you happy cry, or do you mostly cry in sadness?

What are some weird interests or hobbies you have that people probably wouldn't expect you to have?

Have you ever lost someone close to you? Who was it? How did you cope with it?

What is your favorite holiday? What makes it your favorite? Is there something in particular that you enjoy most about it?

Do you have any crushes at the moment? If so, do you think you will ever tell them? Has anyone ever had a crush on you?

Are there any certain scents, sounds, or textures that you like? What about ones that you dislike?

Would you ever consider starting a family? How do you feel about getting married, having kids, and potentially settling down?

What are a few things (or one thing) you want to do before you die? Why?

Are you happy in your own skin? If you could change something about yourself, would you, and what would it be?

Do you have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? Do you go out of your way to always wear it when you can? Why is it your favorite?

[donewithyourschmidt]

He’s slumped over the desk, eyes screwed shut as a faint whine of pain escapes him. It hasn’t been a good day, and everything hurts.

[behindslaughter]

@donewithyourschmidt ★ lyric starter ( ♫♪ )

He had expected to be alone within the break room, running fingers through his hair--how odd to have it so long again. . . A hum slips from his lips, pulling out the lighter before flicking it open. Silver eyes watch the flame, "I love the smell of gasoline. . . light the match to taste the heat." This fixation that will surely bite him sometime. . .

[donewithyourschmidt]

Mike blinks a few times from where he stands in the doorway, watching the lighter’s flame dance. It’s not often there’s a coworker in the break room when the guard is here. Just his luck someone has to be doing something weird when he’s trying to get his coffee.

 “If you’re going to be an aspiring arsonist, please pick a different building to light on fire.” The words escape him in a tired sigh. Perhaps it wasn’t a wise idea to snap back at someone behaving so oddly, but he can’t bring himself to care. It’s been a long night. “I really don’t want to go job searching again.”

[donewithyourschmidt]

Mike, at least initially, does not believe Golden Freddy really exists. Prone to occasional bouts of hallucinations as a side effect of chronic illness, he tends to not trust strange things in the corner of his vision. (This is also how he would justify things like posters seemingly changing.) If he sees the bear in his office, he may startle, but it’s likely he simply ignores him and watches the cameras.

[classico-fazbear-deactivated202]

Perhaps Freddy never fully realized it when he hunted Mike down during those long, seemingly endless nights.

What a peculiar human the ex-guard happened to be.

The animatronic had met, observed, and trusted many people in his time of being active. He could dare to claim with confidence that he knew quite a lot of those who were of flesh and bone and not of wires and metal, he understood the heart and the soul. Possibly more than his creators might have intended even. However, to Freddy, there was something about this man now that was different from the rest he had saved in his memory banks. Mike was one he would have fully expected to run-and he didn't, to refuse, to perhaps even finish the job of dismantling him...to get revenge or justice for the torture the bear had put him through...for months, it was only fair, right?

But here his old rival was offering help to him.

It spurred a sense of respect through the robot's system.

"I w-won't h-hurt you..." Fazbear promised as he remained quite still as he could tell Mike was definitely frightened, terrified too. The man expected the bear to jump, to attack, to grab ahold...but even if the mechanical animal wanted to, he couldn't. The bear could barely keep himself upright as is, most of his weight was put into the brick wall beside him. As Freddy's eyes flashed a number of spastic colors suddenly, he tilted his head up, just barely. "...I-I am am-m an a-awfully...heav-vy ma-achin...e...and y-you...are not...f-fully f-functi-ional...e...either...I t-think...I c-can make i-it...h-hopefull...y." He stopped talking as a loud glitching noise came out of his damaged voicebox, parts of the Toreador March tune mixing in with the static and garbling, but a moment later the bear managed to speak again. "I...I w-will try...to keep...m-my we-ight...o-off of...you t-the...best I-I can...just...t-tell me...what-t to-o...do..."

There was another pause as the bear slowly looked down to the alleyway ground, his blue eyes finally returning.

"...Can-n y-ou...g-grab-b my...h-hat...M-Mike?"

[donewithyourschmidt]

Though he flinched once more at the sound of the Toreador March, however briefly, Mike shakily kept a grasp on his overall composure. All he could do was trust the bear's word that he wouldn't attack. At Freddy's request, he gave a mute nod, scooping the item off of the ground before straightening up once more.

"L-lean on my left side, please... It's, uh, my stronger side." This wasn't going to be easy - between the state Freddy was in and Mike's disability, they were in for a long, painful walk. What a predicament they had gotten into.

--

Mike's shoulder was positively killing him by the time the pair made it to his apartment building - a place that looked as though it should have been condemned years ago, half-rotten as it was. He fished around in his pocket awkwardly for his key, trying to avoid displacing Freddy. If the former guard was exhausted from their trek, pain throbbing down his side from supporting the other, then Freddy must feel even worse in his awful condition.

After a moment of fumbling with the lock, Mike pushed open the door with his foot. The apartment was just as shoddy as the rest of the building - it was tiny and barren, smaller than the party room of the pizzeria, and several boards were nailed to the sole window. A patchwork blanket hung off a mattress that rested on the floor of the main room. It was connected to a small kitchen on the farthest right side, and a bathroom door sat ajar next to a small, closed closet. Here and there were a few personal effects - a crumpled Fazbear guard uniform tossed on the floor here, a half-finished sewing project on the pillow there, - but the small space was mostly empty.

"Y-you should probably sit down, or lean against the wall." Mike advised in a soft voice. "I, uh, don't have a chair. Sorry...You can sit on my bed, t-though..." With how his shoulder ached from supporting the machine, he doubted Freddy could sit in a chair, anyway. He took a deep breath before limping towards the closet, tugging it open. There was a toolkit in here, left behind from this apartment's previous tenant. Hopefully it would suffice for now, despite its limited contents.

"O-okay. I-I'm going to try to do what I can to help you. Hopefully it'll be...f-fine." Was he reassuring the bear, or himself? It was hard to say, the trembling of his hands making the toolkit shake. Despite the bear's promise, Mike couldn't help but feel on edge. "I'm not, uh, super familiar with your parts, so I'll need you to g-guide me on this, if you can. Just...tell me what I should do."

[donewithyourschmidt]

WHAT IS YOUR THRONE MADE OF?

Glass

the leader who sits on a throne of glass values honesty and integrity. they rule their kingdom democratically and will uphold justice at any cost. their intelligence and perception is unrivalled in any of the surrounding lands. they will always be transparent with their views and be true to their people and what they stand for. however, it is unwise to lie to a ruler of glass - they can see right through any deception and believe dishonesty to be the most severe of crimes.

Tagged By: @fazeruined

Tagging: @fazbear-security​ and anyone else who would like to do it!

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@cultbunny​ (moved from here)

“I don’t know what’s happening,” Mike’s voice is low, but even - every bit as guarded as Vanessa’s. He’s reined in his initial frustration that resulted in his outburst. It was, admittedly, foolish of him to challenge his coworker head on, but it has been a long day-bleeding-into-night. He’s been awake far too long. Far too many things are happening. He doesn't know who to trust. "But I'm not blind. The bots are acting off, no one's come even close to finding the kid, and you've been acting weird."

The last bit is an assumption, truthfully - Mike is a dayshift employee, and has had little in the way of interaction with Vanessa until now. If he hadn't missed his chance to go home after his shift, it likely would have remained that way. Yet there's a strange feeling in his gut that something is amiss. Maybe it's the fact he's hardly seen Vanessa despite them both searching, or the fact the animatronics won't listen to him at all. Though that's hardly foreign anymore - trying to wrangle Moon these days was nightmarish.

Or perhaps it's due to the disappearances in the area. Children - just like the one they're trying to find, the one who seems absolutely terrified of them.

Still, it’s entirely possible Vanessa is just another poor soul roped into a mad search. The Pizzaplex is enormous; they may have simply just missed each other, and her dodgy attitude may be nothing more than that of an overworked nightguard. Maybe he shouldn’t be jumping her over possible coincidences. Though the suspicion can’t be fully quashed, he tries to soften his tone, tilting his head. “What’s going on here, Vanessa? Shouldn’t we be working together?”

[staystillgregory]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

NAME: Mozaik

PRONOUNS: She/her

METHOD OF COMMUNICATION: Primarily Discord, available to mutuals. Tumblr messages are also fine, but I’m faster over there.

EXPERIENCE/HOW MANY YEARS: Around 12 years now. I started roleplaying when I was 9, and I’m turning 21 next month.

RP PET PEEVE: Forcing familial relationships on my muses without asking. I’m fine if it’s in canon (Freddy and Gregory, for example - you don’t need to ask if it’s something like that), but I’ve had a lot of experiences on other blogs of people coming in and going “my muse is your’s new mom/dad/parent now” and it rubs me the wrong way, especially when they’re shocked my muse doesn’t enthusiastically accept this. I adore found family when there’s a foundation for it, just not as a surprise.

PLOTS OR MEMES: I definitely prefer a good plot, personally! If we’re mutuals and you tell me you have an idea for a thread, I’ll probably be thrilled. Memes are good too, but can sometimes be difficult to situate around, if that makes sense.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Long! I write…entirely too much. :P I absolutely love setting the scene, and I enjoy getting to go into my muse’s thoughts as well as their words. Unless it’s crack, one-liners don’t typically do it for me.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I think I put bits of myself into every muse I play, due to my tendency to pick up blank slates. I was drawn to Gregory partially because he reminded me of my childhood self - I was an angry kid, to say the least. He has some similarities to present me, too. As for Mike, he gets my chronic pain/illness - whenever I mention his symptoms, they’re often ones I experience in a situation (throbbing pain in the rain, for example). There’s definitely other bits for both but I don’t want to make this too long!

Tagged by: @fazbear-security​! (Thank you! I’m actually the mun of both blogs, so I’ll just reblog this over to Mike’s lol)

Tagging: steal it and say I tagged you!