Hi reader or hopefully readers it's time for a new story! This will be a female Golden Freddy [Goldie] x Mike so if you have any suggestions or anything P.M. or review, and please like the story, it'd be much appreciated. If you don't like it tell me what I could do to improve it for you, and if you've seen my other story The Faz Crew then you will know 'Lil Cake, but she is not my o.c. I regretfully can't remember who made her but I did change the name.

-=[Third person]=-

Mike was just laying around like he always did on his weekends.

"When are you going to get a job you bum?" 'Lil Cake asked him, crouching next to his head arms crossed.

'Lil Cake was a gift from his dad, who was great mechanical engineer, specializing in Robotics.

She had a cupcake hat and a humanoid-body with cloths decorated to look like a cupcake wrapper, and she was about seven or eight inches tall. She had direct access to anything and everything important on the news about our apartment area so they didn't get robbed of their very few items.

She helped him with taxes and he took her on shopping trips so he could find the best deal. People always asked where they could get one but Mike would always tell them that she's one of a kind.

"Hey you know that weekends are my days off." Mike stated grouchily, covering his head with a pillow.

"Days off from what? Lying around the house?" She yelled into his ear, causing him to jump.

"Well of course..." Mike scoffed.

She yanked the pillow off of his head and slammed a newspaper down on him. "Read it!" She growled. Reluctantly, he flipped through the paper until he found the section on jobs. He could tell by her tone that she wanted him to find one. Being a 20 year old, he needed a job.

"Oh come on you gotta at least make a effort!" She said snatching the pen away. He had been searching through two jobs at once, crossing tons out without a second glance.

"Fine." He sighed and put his brain to work.

"How about this?" He said pointing out an ad sporting musty but rustic text- "NIGHT GUARD NEEDED! CALL 1-800-FAZBEAR FOR MORE INFORMATION!"

"Well I guess that's the best I am going to get ain't it?" He stated that in a smirk remark, knowing she couldn't argue. 'Lil Cake groaned.

"Yep. Totally. It's perfect for someone like you. I mean you just have to sit there and look at cameras every now and then. I think." Mike cackled, tossing the paper and picking up his flip phone.

"Um... Hey. I saw a ad in the paper about a night guard." Mike said, hoping someone had picked up.

"Wait really?" He asked to the muffled voice, in shock and sitting up completely. He hung up the phone shortly and rushed to his room.

"What's going on?" 'Lil Cake called after him.

"They said to come in now, so I'm getting dressed and grabbing my resume." Coming out in his black T-shirt and some dark blue jeans, he messed with his hair for a bit in the bathroom. He had his usual hairstyle, which was messy... not in a bad way. It was a light shade of black and his light blue eyes.

'Lil Cake couldn't explain it, but she was suspicious of this new job of his.

"Watch the house while I'm out."

Before she managed to respond he was out the door and on his bike, peddling off to the address which was just two miles from his house. He walked in and was greeted by a woman with a red shirt that had the Fazbear logo on the back and a black hat that covered most of her brown hair.

"You must be the man from the phone right?" She examined him.

"Um ya where do I-" She cut him off.

"Just walk in there." She said pointing to the door with the word manager on the glass. He walked in to see a blonde chick with a white long sleeved button-up and a red vest.

"So 'ya ta one here for that night shift?" She asked in a borderland country voice.

"Yes, my name is Mike." He said taking a seat across the desk.

"Well do you have any criminal history or any other jobs at this moment?" She asked reading off of a paper.

"No, and no." Mike answered.

"Well as far as I'm concerned, you're our new night guard." She said surprisingly quick, handing him a contract which Mike just signed then a peace of paper to fill out. It had questions about any medical history and stuff like clothing size.

"Fill that out and leave it here. I'll look over it and have someone grab a uniform from the storage room. Your hours are 12:00 to 6:00, and you start tonight." She exclaimed, looking happy for some apparent reason. Mike filled it out and walked out and petaled home.

-=[At The House]=-

"Hey 'Lil Cake! I got the job so I'm going off for some sleep before my shift."

"Mike I'm glad that you got the job, but it's two thirty in the afternoon, I don't think it's time to sleep." She said.

"I gotta sleep unless you want me falling asleep on the first day." Mike said picking her up.

"Well if it's for work I guess a nap wouldn't hurt." She said.

I sat her on the pillow and plugged her in.

"What time do you need to get up?" She asked.

"Around eleven twenty." He said kicking off his shoes and hoping in bed.

"Okay, your alarm is set." She adjusted it a little before falling to a deep sleep. Mike got up and closed the blinds and joined her in slumber for his late schedule.

Okay, short I know but I mean it's 3:00 am in the morning I put my key in the door and now I'm actually tired, so like always good night good morning or good after noon and I will update soon.