This is an All (male) Animatronics X Mike Fic. Also, this is split up in sequential order, unless stated otherwise.

Warnings: Yaoi, cursing in later chapters, un-Beta-ed-ness, Human!Animatronics, Uke!Mike, Seme!Everyone Else, Kinda!Crack

Summary: Mike was just a child at his house, attempting to fall asleep in the loneliness of an empty home. He slept near his closet, house still unfurnished, when he found a music box in his closet. Suddenly he found himself in a pizzeria security office and instinctively keeps himself blocked off. At 1AM he found that the animatronics turn into... Humanimaltronics- or something.

ARC ONE: Of Meetings and Music Boxes


... (Music Box)

Mike pouted. His bed had not arrived yet, and his parents were out at late night work. In fact, most of the furniture hadn't arrived yet. Beside him, his closet lay, doors broken and unable to close. Shivering, he wrapped the blanket around himself in cocoon, then rested his head against the pillow.

Unfortunately, Mike was unable to sleep. He kept hearing whispers in his ears, saying something supposedly incoherent. He couldn't understand it, as the five voices continuously interrupted each other. Sighing, took a glance at the closet. It was quite dark, but was painted a light shade of grey, with a black and white checkered stripe going across it. Outlining the stripe, were two other stripes on the top and bottom that were colored red.

Mike was perplexed, however, when he saw a small music box sitting on one of the shelves. 'Odd,' he thought, 'I don't remember seeing that here, before.' The seven year old sat up and crawled towards it, lifting the lid. He wound the music box, enjoying the melody that played afterwards. He remembered the tune to be "My Grandfather's clock". He had loved it since Pre-K, only two years previous.

Oddly enough, the music box, when it had finally unwound, started playing "Pop Goes the Weasel", another song that he enjoyed listening to. Suddenly, a time began flashing in red, reading '12 AM' frantically, before stopping abruptly once the music box stopped playing. Mike suddenly felt quite drowsy, eyes fluttering shut, then opening immediately after. Out of nowhere, a furry purple hand shot out and grabbed his leg, startling Mike and yanking him into his closet. With a squeak of fear, Mike's vision faded to black.


Day One, Night One

FFP#1


... (Where am I?)

Emitting a tired groan, Mike sat up. He rubbed at his eyes, wiping away any bleariness that clouded his vision.

Finally taking note of his surroundings, he observed the room from his comfortable leather chair. In front of him was a desk. Above it was a number of children's drawings, along with stacks of papers in slight disarray, an odd cupcake with eyes, crumpled forms, and a soda cup.

On his left and right were gaping holes, leading into darkness. Beside each to the side opposite him were windows, also leading to the darkness. Though curiosity would behoove him to walk into the darkness, instincts and intuition alerted him to stay in his place.

He saw a watch on his hand, nearly covered by his pajamas, which was definitely not there, before. Once more, it had '12 AM' blaring frantically at him, as if warning him.

Looking to his lap, he found a tablet, pristinely new and shiny obsidian staring back at him.

"Where am I?" Mike quarried to no one in particular. Not getting a response (which he knew he would not receive), he turned on the tablet, watching as the data all loaded up.


... (The Bunny)

Suddenly, he saw an image appear, moving side to side. The image was of a purple-ish bunny with a guitar, a brown bear with its mouth slightly agape that was holding a microphone, and a green-ish yellow chicken holding a cupcake. On the side, he read, "Show Stage".

'Wait a minute...' Mike thought,'Aren't these the things on that poster?' he asked, referring to the poster within his office.

Seeing a map on the side of the screen, he clicked at one of the small squares, which lead him to a room that had a purple curtain with a star pattern on it. In front of the curtain sat a sign that said, "Sorry! Out of Order!"

"Pirate's Cove", was the label for this room.

He continued like that, clicking any random camera on the tablet. On the bottom, he read, "Power: 90%". With a glance at his watch, he found it to (still) be 12 AM.

He glanced back at Pirate's Cove, then to the Show Stage, and nearly dropped the tablet in shock when he saw that...

THE BUNNY LEFT.

He went from camera to camera, not spotting the bunny in any of them.

By instinct, he lowered the tablet and flicked the light 'on' on the right side door. Seeing nothing, he sighed in relief. But, he heard metallic footsteps resounding throughout the hallway, and so, he flicked on the left door light.

(Well... at least he found the bunny.)

With a shriek, he slammed the door closed.

Music played, and Mike assumed that it would be at random intervals, and so he ignored it, not finding any significance, in terms of... whatever this was.


... (Pattern)

Mike opened the camera back up after creating a pattern of checking.

The chicken had been visible at the window a few times, but Mike was able to block her off anyway.

Freddy was a slight curve-ball, as he would periodically turn to look at the camera.

Mike brushed it off.


... (Fox)

There was someone else, Mike noted. A fox that inhabited Pirate's Cove.

He could see the eye peering from the curtain. It was yellow, and piercing with its gaze.

Eventually, the fox opened the curtain. Then, it stood farther out, its head bent sideways like it was trying to figure him out.


... (Magic?!)

He was at 75% power, when the lights turned off.

The music played much louder than before.

Suddenly, everything flared back to life.

He gazed at his watch, conflicted with being happy that an hour had gone by, or that it had only just become 1AM.

He opened the camera to see his power at 73%.

He was stunned speechless at what he saw.

Finally, he found his voice, which had previously been lodged in his throat. (His standard pitch-which was still quite feminine, even for a child-had gotten an octave higher.)

"Is this magic?!"


... (Ani-Man-Thing... Humanimals?)

Mike flipped the camera open and saw a person on the show stage. He was his age, too.

He had brown hair that shadowed his left eye, as well as a black top-hat and a black bow-tie. He wore a fitting brown suit and held a microphone and had beautiful blue eyes and...

-He had bear ears.

The camera went out, and once it was on again, the Ani-man-Thing (Animantronic? Humanimal?) was turned towards him. It gave him a smile (or was it just his default expression?) before the camera blacked out once more, and the thing was in its normal place.

Mike checked the other cameras, wondering, what the handbag is happening here?

He found a male (also his age) with purple hair covering his right eye and a red left one. He had a red bow-tie and wore a purple suit. He (like the other one) had ears, only they were purple bunny ears.

He found two more.

There was a girl standing at the East Hall who wore a yellow French maid costume and had two blonde pigtails. Her bangs covered her right eye and the other was a light amethyst. She seemed normal.

Aside from the tail protruding from just above her backside.

Then, there was the red-haired boy at Pirate's Cove. He had an eye-patch over his right eye and wore a red suit with a normal maroon neck-tie. He had red fox ears on his head, as well as a big, bushy fox tail on his tail-bone.

.

.

.

Mike had enough.

He wasn't even going to question anything anymore.

Just... no.


... (Caught)

Mike was reaching 3AM with 53% power, when rhythmic thuds echoed through the building.

He wasn't prepared. He looked at his cameras and saw the red-headed boy dashing towards his room.

He attempted to close the door, when...

"EEEEKKKK!" Mike screeched.

"Ah! Yer the new security guard 'ere! Yer just an itty-bitty child!" the red-head stated.

After catching his breath, Mike glared at the boy (with an adorable pout), tears springing at the edges of his eyes.

"You can't say that! You look to be only one year older than I am!" the meek brunet argued.

"Hah? How old 're you anyway? 5?"

"I'm 9."

"..."

"..."

The boy chuckled. "That's a good one, young 'un!" But seriously! What's yer age?"

"..." Mike glared.

"Ye were serious? That wasn't a joke 'r somethin'?"

"..." Mike continued to glare.

"Ah..."

Mike seemed a bit less angered.

"Anyway! I'ma bring ye over ta the crew! They 'ought ta love ya!"

The brunet was startled when the redhead had grabbed his arm, hauled him on his back, and took off.

On the way, he stated,

"Me name be Foxy, but you can call me Cap'n!"

"My name is Mike! Nice to meet you!" Mike cried out from the taller kid's back, hysteria lacing his words.

"Same to ya! Also, ye need to be eatin' more! Yer lighter than an ocean breeze!"

Mike muttered an, "I know..." under his breath.

And then they arrived at the Show Stage.


AAAANNNNNDDDD I'll end it there!

Please review and tell me what you think! I can't seem to find any MikeHarems yet, so decided to make one of my own!

This fic, like any other of my own, is most likely going to have another sporadic update schedule. Like, next blue moon, perhaps?

But, don't expect frequent updates. Seriously, I am really lazy.

Bye!