Latest Update:COMPLETE (Sequel is coming out)
Summary: Another one of my bizarre Legend of Zelda crossovers.
Set during FNAF2. Mike is doing his typical security guard things, until some weird kid sneaks into the pizzeria, plays some weird song to the marionette, and ends up with a weird mask. What's going on?
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30970067/chapters/76490330#workskin
Word Count:15k
Chapters:4
Chapter 1: Healing
Chapter Text
It wasn't very far into Mike's shift when he noticed something moving on the camera. No, it wasn't one of the animatronics. They somehow managed to move only when they weren't being looked at. So they'd change places throughout the restaurant, but he'd never seen them in the act of moving. Here was something by the show stage, actually moving. A person. A... kid?
A kid that couldn't have been any older than twelve, if their height was any indication. The cameras weren't clear enough for Mike to see their face and get a better grasp on their age and gender. But that didn't matter. What the hell was Mike supposed to do now? As a security guard, it was his job to make sure no one broke into the pizzeria at night, and here was a kid breaking into the pizzeria at night.
More than that, though, Mike didn't know if this kid would survive. The animatronics hadn't come to life yet tonight, but they would. It was inevitable. And they always, always went out of their way to try to sneak into Mike's office and kill him. But would they kill a kid? They never would during the day, but this wasn't during the day.
He followed the kid's movements on the cameras as they passed through the dining area to the prize counter of the arcade. The kid was now standing in front of the huge gift box that held the puppet. The puppet was lulled to sleep by the music box, though, so all Mike would have to do would be to make sure the music box was wound up, and—
The kid shut it off. Yeah, just turned off the music box. The hell? Was this kid some kind of accomplice trying to get Mike killed?
The lid of the gift box rose up and the puppet slowly ascended from its curled up state. In the meantime, the kid had pulled something out of their pocket and was showing it to the puppet. What the hell was it? The cameras were too blurry to tell, but it looked like one of those annoying kids' sweet potato shaped flutes. The puppet looked down at it, her eerie eyes aglow.
At that point, the kid began a hushed... conversation? With the puppet? The kid had a sharp voice that kind of confirmed to Mike that he was a little boy, and probably still of elementary school age. The puppet responded to him in the ghostly whisper of a little girl, a whisper he'd heard occasionally before. He'd known it was one of his dad's victims, but never put his finger on which one, until now. But what the hell were they talking about? He couldn't hear it clearly, not over the static sounds of the camera. He could only catch little snippets.
The boy seemed to be trying to explain something to the puppet. But the girl's ghostly voice said something that sounded dismissive. "I know," the boy responded, his voice with a sharp attitude to it. But the puppet wasn't afraid to sass him back.
"You know what he did to me," she said, her voice icy cold. "I don't want it to happen to you." Something something. "You're annoying me." Something else. "Don't want you to get killed even if you are annoying." Something something "Mike" something. She knew his name?! Why was it the one time she mentioned him, he couldn't hear her?
"You know I'm being nice by asking you if I could do it." Something something "could've just done it" something.
"It's fine, if it works."
"It will work."
Something.
"I promise it'll work. This Mike person won't have any idea" something something.
What the ever living hell was going on?!
Finally the puppet and the boy quit arguing, and the boy started to play his annoying little toy flute. But instead of playing it in sharp irritating bursts like most kids would, he somehow managed to produce a haunting, melancholy melody. A melody that had the puppet utterly transfixed for awhile. To be honest, it had Mike transfixed. Until it ended.. and the mask thing that made up puppet's creepy-ass face fell off and hit the floor with the loud clack of plastic on tile.
And the kid picked it up, and stuffed it into the pocket of his oversized hoodie. And looked right up at the security camera, like he was about to address Mike directly. But all he did was hold his finger to his lips in a shush, then pantomime zipping his lips, locking them, and tossing away the key. And then? The kid scurried off, leaving the building with the puppet's mask still in his possession.
Mike thought this was definitely the kind of thing a security guard should tell someone about, but then he thought about it. That little boy seemed... intense. Like, even though Mike was a grown man, he didn't want to cross this kid. And, remember the company motto employees of Fazbear Entertainment always used behind customers' backs? "Sweep it under the rug, it's probably fine."
So that was that.
Mike was glad he didn't have to be there the next morning, when someone might wonder why their marionette's plastic face was missing, and why exactly they'd have to go get a replacement. And if someone asked to see his security camera recordings, that one could "accidentally" get damaged. No one at Fazbear Entertainment was above scummy business practices, after all. Instead, it seemed like their primary objective besides making money was hiding truth. So this would be par for the course. Right?
It was a week or so before Mike saw the kid again. He'd broken into the pizzeria at night again, however he did that. And that time, he made his way to the show stage before playing the same haunting melody he'd played before. Thankfully he didn't steal any animatronic faces this time. But he made his way through the pizzeria, continuing to play his song. He played it for the mangled fox animatronic in Kids Cove. And then, he made for the employee only areas. The parts and service room. Mike wasn't sure if it was lucky or unlucky that room was locked and the kid couldn't get into—wait...
The kid pulled something out of the pocket of his oversized hoodie again. The puppet mask. And he put it on, over his own face. And suddenly, it was like the spirit of the puppet was inhabiting the mask itself, taking over the kid, flooding him with the agony of everything that'd ever happened to her. The kid let out the scream of a dying little girl, before turning into... a ghostly marionette, floating an inch above the ground.
He used that ghostliness to pass right through the locked door. He removed the mask and turned right back into himself again, then played the same haunting melody as before. And he put the mask on again in order to glide right out. He took it off again, stuffed it back in his pocket, and fled the building.
And, after that night, something weird happened. The weirdest thing that had ever happened to Mike since he started working at Freddy's to try to unravel what exactly his father was doing and trying to hide. None of the animatronics moved. None of them came to try to get into Mike's office. None of them tried to kill him. They all behaved exactly like regular, not haunted animatronics would, also known as not doing anything. It was like whatever vengeful spirits there were had been exorcised.
What did that kid do? What if that kid was working for Mike's own father? After all, it was Mike's father the ghosts had been after, or at least he thought so. He was pretty sure they went after him due to the family resemblance, like they thought he was his father, or they thought he was simply guilty by association. So of course William would love it if he was able to cleanse the place of the vengeful souls of his victims.
Mike knew he had to get to the bottom of this. So, no matter how many cups of coffee or energy drinks it took, he started hanging around the pizzeria during the day. Yeah, he'd do his night shift from midnight to six AM, then sleep for a few hours, waking up in time to get back to the pizzeria by lunch time. He stood around for hours, eating more slices of that nasty pizza than he ever wanted to, pretending to try to get a high score on an arcade game, but mostly trying to stay alert to what was going on around him. And finally he saw something worth noticing.
The boy in the oversized green hoodie was hanging out in the arcade too. It was the first time Mike was able to get a good look at him, and so he took that opportunity. The boy had to be like ten, with messy strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes filled with determination. There was the telltale dome shaped bulge in his hoodie pocket that made Mike notice he still had the puppet mask with him. He seemed to notice he was being watched, so he put on a feigned innocence, tapping idly on the thin plastic lid of his soda cup as he took a sip of it.
Mike knew he had to do something. So he approached the kid. The kid must have realized playing dumb wouldn't work, because he addressed Mike first.
"You're the night guard." He shuffled his feet as he spoke. "Your dad works here too. Isn't he one of the owners? And he does maintenance on the animatronics. And other stuff too." He lowered his voice. "Bad stuff. Stuff that hurts kids. Stuff you're trying to get proof of, so you can get him in trouble and stop him."
Mike's eyes widened. "How do you—"
"Charlie told me. She knows. She sees everything that happens here at the pizzeria, day and night. But no one ever listens to kids." He put his hand on his hip as he took another sip of his soda with an exasperated look. Like adults were just so exhausting.
"Charlie—the other owner's daughter—she went missing years ago and—"
"Yeah. You figured out what happened, but you couldn't prove it, so no one listened to you either."
"Just who are you working for, you little brat? If you think you're helping William, you... don't trust him. Don't. He'll kill you as soon as you know too much."
"I already know too much." He sipped his soda. "He already wants to kill me, probably." Another sip. "But I'm definitely not working for him. In fact, I'm gonna get him first, before he can hurt anyone else. I promised Charlie I would." Another sip, emptying the beverage, making that obnoxious noise a straw makes when you just keep sucking on it even after there's nothing left in the cup. "So I need him to go after me. That way..."
"How are you going to kill him?" Mike couldn't help but ask. "You're like ten."
"Actually I'm eleven now so shut up." He started chewing on the straw. "Trust me, okay? You sound like Charlie. But I'll promise you like I promised her. I'm gonna do it." He made a heart crossing gesture. "The pizzeria's gonna be safe."
Mike didn't even know what to say anymore. He had an eleven-year-old kid crossing his heart promising him he was going to kill his father. So he was kind of lost for words. He guessed he'd just have to keep hanging around here during the day, to keep an eye on this kid.
Maybe it was weird, but... he was really starting to support the little guy.
So Mike lurked around the pizzeria every weekend for three weeks in a row, thankfully not running into his father at all. Until the end of that month. There was an entertainer in the golden Spring Bonnie suit going around talking to the kids, and... well, Mike knew who wore that suit. He knew who used that suit to lure kids into the back rooms and kill them. He could just tell something was going to go down. So he slipped down the hall into the security office and started watching the cameras.
And who did he see, hanging around in the cluster of kids watching Spring Bonnie, but that one kid in the oversized green hoodie?
Mike still hated the loud buzzing noise the cameras made. Once again, he could hardly hear the conversations happening in the room he was monitoring. But from what he heard, Spring Bonnie had told hoodie kid he was going to show him something special. And he was leading the kid into parts and service.
By the time Mike got the slow computer to switch over to parts and service, the two of them were locked in there together. Spring Bonnie had pulled a knife on the kid. And the kid... pulled out the puppet's mask again, and put it on. He screamed out in Charlie's anguished voice again, which caused Spring Bonnie to flinch, maybe even due to the memory of what he'd done to her. And of course, he'd transformed into a ghostly apparition of the puppet herself.
When Spring Bonnie stabbed at him, he managed to become incorporeal enough that it went right through. But he seemed perfectly corporeal enough when he slid the puppet's spindly fingers into the gaps in the suit Spring Bonnie was wearing. The suit began to snap shut, one spring lock at a time. And blood began to ooze out. There was screaming for a moment. But only for a moment. The kid took the mask off, and scuttled out of parts and service, seeming eerily unperturbed that he'd just killed someone.
Someone who deserved to be killed, but still.
The kid showed up in the security office moments later.
"I did it. But you already saw, huh?"
Mike could only nod.
"I... want to give this back to Charlie." He held up the puppet mask. "It's hers and she should have it. I mean, I guess I mean it should go to her grave, since she died. And, uh... even her spirit passed on, since I played that song for her." He fidgeted, swallowing hard. "That's why I promised her I'd help her. Why I'd get revenge on her killer and keep him from killing anyone else. And now that's done, so..."
"Yeah, I know where her grave is," Mike said, finally finding the words. "I can take it there for you. Just..." He had half a mind to tell this kid not to get in any more life threatening trouble, but somehow felt like that'd be telling a fish not to swim. "Uh. Thanks. For helping."
"Uh, no problem." The kid paused. "Hey, um. Charlie told me you had a sister who died. And, uh, I don't know exactly what happened, but something tells me her spirit might be stuck somewhere too. So I was wondering if you wanted me to teach you a song that might help her, if you can ever find where she is..."
"Um..." Mike hadn't thought about Elizabeth in a long time. It was almost like he actively tried to forget, and he felt a little guilty. But this song... maybe that could make up for it. "Yeah. Teach me."
"Okay. I'll play it for you..."
It was that same eerie, melancholy melody from before. But somehow, listening to it made Mike feel like the troubles in his life were dissolving. Like someone else was taking the burden of his pain away, and carrying it themselves. This kid... was he the one going around carrying everyone's burdens for them? How many tormented souls did he carry with him, everywhere he went? How many people had he saved?
"It's weird, isn't it? But you get used to it."
It wasn't clear what the kid was referring to. Maybe he just meant pain and tragedy in general. But Mike could only shrug and nod in agreement. It was weird. But you did get used to it.
He might even miss Freddy.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30970067/chapters/76490330#workskin