Oh my gosh, thank you all for the favorites, follows and reviews. I thought I would post the next chapter now because of all the feedback, Special thank you to Virgofox28 for the first review. Now I'm sure you just want the story so here it is. Oh and by the way, as we never really see Mike, I'm just writing what I imagine him to look like.
A young man sat in a darkened room, sweat mixed with tears staining his cheeks,"Four more hours...only four more...'till I can get outta this hell hole." He was rather attractive, even in this position, with short dirty blond hair and emerald green eyes, tall, though with a long scar down his cheek. He was wearing the everyday security nightman suit, with the torch in his pocket for emergencies. Infront of him were some posters, most scribbled quickly, obviously by a young children, the other was professionally made, depicting the three monsters he had to watch on this, cold, fearful nights.
On the man's lap was a small laptop, with a sticky note taped to it that read,"Mike." Mike lifted up the screen of the laptop, quickly clicking to the stage and he groaned, though extremely quietly,"Chica and Freddy are gone...where though..." He closed his eyes tightly with frustration and fear, slowly moving the mouse to click on Pirate's cove. Opening it slowly he saw the curtains drawn and saw no Foxy. That's when the pawsteps started.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" the man reached over to hammer the close door when the dulled fur of Foxy appeared, his slack jaw showing his long pointed fangs and his eye patch was up, showing both his eyes. Mike did what the telephone guy had told him, go limp. He slackened his jaws, rag dolling into his seat, trying to keep his breathing as shallow as possible as he hung his arm limply over the chair. He tried to repress a shiver as the fox walked closer to him, the sound of his metal legs rubbing against each other But Mike's breaking point was when he felt the Fox's soft, cold paws against his ribs.
Mike screeched loudly, kicking and pushing randomly at the Fox, eventually kicking the weak spot, Foxy's legs. The Fox went backwards, his mouth still slung open in a surprised expression, he stumbled against the wall, pulling down most of the posters as he went. Mike kicked against the floor, going as back as possible into the corner, shivering in fear, tears running down his face, whispering,"Please...please no..." Mike began to shiver even more wildly as Foxy groaned, pulling himself to his paws, face pulled that showed his obvious discomfort. Foxy growled loudly and lent against the wall, glaring at Mike,"Well, I see the others haven't got you yet, I've got half a mind to do it myself but, as you can see," the fox paused pointing to himself, mostly the spots that were damaged,"I don't have the strength."
Mike sighed loudly in relief, and pulled out his flashlight, shining it into the corridors, making sure Chica wasn't there,"So, your saying, you can't stuff me into a suit?" Foxy nodded shortly, still struggling to stay standing,"But they can, so I better get out of here before they catch me," the fox used his paws to struggle out of the room. Mike sat there for a moment and then said softly,"Why did you come here then?" Foxy turned his head, eyepatch coming down,"To get away from the monsters that live in this hell hole of a restaurant."