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Mike slowly opened his eyes when the footsteps stopped. He jumped and suppressed the urge to scream. He really didn't want that to be the last sound he made. As if screaming at a fan was much better…
Bonnie and Chica stared at him through the windows, while Freddy and Foxy took up positions in the doorways. Mike hastily reached for his flashlight. Maybe the sudden brightness would stun them, and he could escape?
As soon as the light shone on Foxy's face, reflecting off all those sharp teeth, the pirate emitted a loud, shrill shrieking noise. And then, everything went black…
X
"Good job, Foxy, you killed him!" Chica yelled angrily, staring down at the limp guard after they'd all entered the office. It was a little bit of a tight squeeze, but they managed.
"He isn't dead, Chica, just unconscious," Freddy informed her. He gave Foxy a questioning look.
"Me voice box malfunctioned," Foxy replied sheepishly. It happened these days when he got really excited, and obviously, the possibility of having a new friend made him go a little over the deep end.
"So, now what do we do?" Bonnie asked. "Just wait for him to wake up? We only have an hour and a half before our servos lock up again."
"I have an idea," Freddy said simply, picking Mike up, knowing quite well that if the guard woke up at that moment, he might be traumatized for life, at best. "Chica, go into the Supply Closet and get a bucket. Fill it with water in the bathroom."
"On it," the chicken said with a nod, going to exit through the left door.
"Aww, but the Supply Closet's my thing," Bonnie complained, following. Freddy shook his head and sighed at their antics before exiting through the right door to bring him to the Dining Hall. Setting him down in a chair, he waited for Chica and Bonnie to return.
"What we be doin' wi' th' water, Freddy?" Foxy asked curiously as soon as the two missing animatronics arrived with the bucket.
Freddy wordlessly took the bucket and dumped it on Mike. To his knowledge, from what he'd seen on the rare occasion that a child passed out at the pizzeria, that was what they did. Though perhaps an entire bucket was a bit much…
X
The next thing Mike knew, he was sputtering and drenched. He kept trying to take a deep breath, but the water kept dripping into his mouth, making it a difficult task until the water stopped. Finally, after shaking his head, he began to breathe normally. That stopped quickly, however, when he noticed his surroundings.
He wasn't in the office. He wasn't in the one safe place in the entire building. The power was out. But the worst part was the four pairs of glowing eyes, just staring at him. He stood from the chair and backed up, until he eventually hit the side of the Show Stage. In the back of his mind, he realized that they made no move to follow him.
"Michael?" Freddy said, somehow managing to look concerned, even with his animatronic face. "Are you alright? You hit your head quite hard when you fell."
But Mike didn't respond. He was outside the office, trapped in a room with four animatronics that had been trying to kill him for a month. Now why the hell were they just looking at him? And why was Freddy acting like he was concerned for his well-being?
Chica glared at Foxy and crossed her arms. "Great, you broke him!"
"That's silly, Chica, you can't just break people," Bonnie told her before pausing. "Right?"
"What makes ye think me broke him?" Foxy asked.
"Well, you were the one that scared him so much he fainted!" the chicken animatronic accused.
"I didn't faint, I passed out!" Mike suddenly yelled. Fainting was a girly thing. Passing out was totally different.
"And so he speaks," Freddy said. "I would like to apologize on Foxy's behalf. He gets a bit too excited sometimes."
"Uh…" Mike tried to take this in. Freddy was apologizing to him? For Foxy making him fai—pass out? And hadn't they gotten into the office? Why didn't they kill him? He looked down at his now drenched uniform and remembered his still damp hair. And had they really poured water on him in an attempt to wake him up? He saw a bucket by Freddy's feet.
"I think we're scaring him," Bonnie suggested to the other animatronics.
You think? Mike thought, constantly flicking his gaze between the four, unsure of who he should be most concerned about. Foxy was the most likely candidate, but you never know.
"Chica, Bonnie, return to the Stage. Foxy, back to Pirate's Cove," Freddy ordered. Chica and Bonnie looked at each other, shrugged, and then did as told. Foxy just looked up at Freddy.
"But—"
"You may speak with him later, Foxy," the bear told him much like an adult would tell a small child. "For now, I believe a one on one approach would be the best for Michael.
"Aye…" Foxy begrudgingly agreed. "Ye be right…" And with that, he returned to Pirate's Cove, but not before his ears went down. Mike might have felt bad for the fox if he wasn't still so freaked out.
"Now," Freddy said, sitting down in another chair, crossing his legs and folding his hands in front of him. "I'm sure you have questions." He gestured to the chair he'd initially placed Mike in. "Have a seat."
"You'll forgive me if I don't trust you…" the guard muttered.
"I suppose we deserve that, yes," the bear admitted. "However, you might feel safer over here, with me, than back there, with them." Freddy motioned to the Show Stage directly behind Mike, where Bonnie and Chica had taken their places. "One versus two."
Mike looked between Freddy and the two behind him. Judging the two options, he slowly moved toward the chair. "Alright…" he said, sitting down, chancing a look back at Bonnie and Chica. They hadn't moved, but were watching him quickly. "So, I get to ask you some questions?"
"Yes," Freddy said with a nod.
"Alright, uh… Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but why aren't you trying to stuff me in a suit?" Mike started.
"That is procedure with any endoskeleton out of its suit," Freddy informed him. "You are not."
"You guys just figured that out?" Mike asked, slowly become more comfortable as the seconds passed. If the animatronics decided that they were going to kill him after all, there was nothing he could do about it, so he might as well roll with it.
"Yes, and we apologize for that," Freddy answered, dipping his head. "You are no longer in danger from us here in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."
Mike looked over at Freddy, but with the power out, all he could see was a faint silhouette and two glowing eyes. "Um… can I go back to the office and get my flashlight? I can't see in the dark like you can."
"I'll get it!" he heard from his right, followed by quick footsteps toward the office. A few seconds later, the footsteps approached again, and Foxy handed Mike the flashlight. As soon as the human turned it on, the pirate beamed. "Anything else ye be needin'?" he asked.
"Uh… I'm good now. Thanks Foxy," Mike said, quite surprised at the words coming out of his mouth. Foxy once again dipped his head and left for Pirate's Cove again, with his ears down again, this time with a small whimper. "What's with him?" Mike asked as soon as he was out of earshot.
"I would assume that after years of being locked away in Pirate's Cove, he's elated to have someone that was willing to talk to him," Freddy answers. "After all, you did pay him a visit before your shift today."
Mike paused. That was true. It had never occurred to him how much Foxy was starved for attention. He'd been locked away from the visitors, from the children, left all alone. Not even the rest of the staff had stepped foot in Pirate's Cove. No one but Mike. "And that's why he was so excited when you guys came to the office…" he said slowly.
"Yes," Freddy confirmed. "But that excitement caused his voice box to malfunction, resulting in the screech that startled you."
"I see…" Mike said, leaning back in his chair. He jumped when Freddy stood. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, where are you going?"
"To the Stage," the animatronic replied. "It's close to six am. I have to return to my rightful location before my servos lock."
"Oh," Mike muttered, remembering how, every morning, at the end of his shift, the animatronics always returned to the Stage, and Foxy back to Pirate's Cove. "I'll see you guys later, then," he said, standing and walking back to the office so that no questions would be asked.
X
Valerie Logan looked into the building to see the power completely out. She sighed, rubbing her temples with on hand while unlocking the door with the other. She'd had high hopes for Mike Schmidt. He was the longest lasting guard Freddy's had had since the Bite. The animatronics always made the endoskeleton mistake and tried stuffing them into a suit. They'd tried rewriting their program, but nothing ever worked, so they had to rely on the guards being smart enough to survive. And Mike had, at least until now. He'd known how to conserve power and survive. But the power had gone out, and that meant that Valerie was going to be walking in to a mess in Parts and Services. Entering, she hit the main power switch in the entrance, turning the lights on.
After entering the Dining Area, she looked up at the Show Stage and shook her head. "I can't believe you finally got to Schmidt. And he was doing so well, too…" She shook her head, wanting to put off seeing the mess that had inevitably been made. She decided to head to the Security Office to see what kind of mess was made while the animatronics had dragged Schmidt out.
She blinked when she stood in the doorway, staring at the chair. There was Mike, idly tapping on the table, staring at the tablet that had just started up. Hearing her footsteps, he looked up. "Oh, hi ma'am."
Valerie got over he shock quickly. "The power was out, Schmidt. What happened?"
Knowing that she meant 'how are you still alive' rather than 'what caused the power to go out,' he simply said, "I got really lucky."
X
Back in his apartment, Mike laid down on his bed. He had four hours before his shift at his other job started. Just enough time to get a nap in.
Of course, he wasn't able to sleep, though. His lucky encounter with the animatronics was still stuck in his mind. It still stunned him that they'd let him live. He was lucky they learned he was human when they did.
Wait. What if they drained the power because they knew? They were a lot more active that night than they usually were. What if that was because they wanted to tell him? It made sense. Well, as much sense as killer robots apologizing for the killer part made, anyway.
Mike pinched the bridge of his nose. He needed to stop thinking about this. But goddamn… What would happen now? Would they just leave him alone now? It was definitely safe for him to roam the pizzeria, anyway, but if he stayed in the office, what would happen? What did Freddy and the others even do if they weren't terrorizing the security guards?
And then there was Foxy. He got the feeling that the attention-starved pirate would be paying him many visits. He would just have to get used to not slamming the door when Foxy came running. He just had to watch out for that hook…
Ah, well. These troubles could wait another seventeen hours. Now, it was time for a nap…
Alright, here we have it. In case you're wondering, some of the places are capitalized because they're the names on the cameras, so just why not?
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