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When they arrived at the pizzeria, Mike groaned. Mr. Charms' car was there already. He cut the engine and went to open Foxy's door before he broke it down as he was so fond of doing. The night air was cold, and Mike really should've brought a jacket. The animatronic waited impatiently beside him as he unlocked the doors. When the swung open, the fox bolted to his Cove. He cleared tables and chairs, vanishing under his curtain. Mike closed the doors and re-locked them.
Mike made the begrudging trip to the office, not bothering to look at the stage, knowing the curtains would be closed. When he walked to the office, Mr. Charms was there, sitting in Mike's spinny chair, feet on the desk.
"Well, Mr. Schmitt! Hello! Hope you slept well!" he grinned. "After all, you need to be in top shape for this job!"
Mike muttered something under his breath then a bit louder said, "Yessir." he was in no mood for his boss's crap today.
His smile dropped a fraction. Mike could tell he wanted him to rise to his bait.
"Well, did Foxy sleep alright?" he tried again, putting a smile back on.
"Yes he did. Slept almost as long as I did." Mike leaned against the door frame, wanting nothing more than to sit in his swivel chair.
Mr. Charms stood. "Well then, Mike. I better be going." he said sharply, disappointed that Mike wasn't arguing back. "Your shift's almost starting. Wouldn't want to be here still."
Mike muttered a goodbye and sank into his seat. He glanced at the tablet on his desk, which had still not switched to the manual cameras. 11:56. How had it taken that long to get here?
He closed his eyes and tried to get a few more seconds of peace. He knew those minutes were up when he heard a deep baritone laugh ring throughout the pizzeria.
Mike sighed, sitting up and wheeling his chair over to the left door, checking the light. He did the same to the right door and discovered no one. He picked up the tablet and checked the show stage, where Bonnie and Chica still stood. Freddy was in the dining area watching him like a creep from the shadows, and Foxy wasn't peeking out of the curtains, which was weird, seeing as how he was so angry at Mike this morning.
The laugh sounded again, and Mike checked the bathrooms, expecting him to be there. When he wasn't, he panicked and flicked through all the cameras, finding him no where. He hadn't even returned to the stage, which he had actually done once to throw Mike off.
The night guard sat back. Only one place left to check. He slowly reached a hand toward the right door light and there he was, leaning against the frame, watching him with a pleased expression.
Mike jumped out of his seat, pushing all his force on the door button. It slammed shut with a satisfying thwack! A shadow appeared in the window, and Mike didn't bother turning the light on, knowing it would be the animatronic bear.
The guard checked the other light, then Pirate's Cove. Was Freddy trying to trick him? It wouldn't have been the first time he'd try to distract him, but why was he just standing in the doorway? He usually would've wasted no time, slipping in as soon as he could.
When Bonnie and Chica were reported still on stage and Foxy in his cove, he turned back to Freddy, who was still standing near the window.
"Go away! No one likes you!" he yelled. A laugh sounded again, but unlike the deep, fake one that shook him to his very core, this one was a bit more real. Well, as real as an animatronic can have.
"It's not funny!" Mike whined. "If you're mad about me taking Foxy," he checked the three animatronics while he talked, "then you can have him back! He smashed my coffee maker this morning and was being a total asshole!" Mike looked back up, seeing Freddy still there. "Seriously, what is his problem?"
Freddy didn't reply, not that he expected him to. Mike rolled his eyes. "Okay, dude, you're severely draining my battery. Can you leave?" He stayed right where he was.
Mike sat back down in his chair, checking on Bonnie and Chica again, then Pirate's Cove. No one had moved but Freddy.
"You're an idiot."
Mike swung his incredulous gaze to Freddy, who was still staring at him. "For real? The first time you talk to me and that's what you have to say?" The bear nodded and seemingly teleported away. Mike gaped at the empty space he had occupied. How did he do that?
The guard checked Pirate's Cove, satisfied that Foxy hadn't even shown his hook, then checked the show stage, where Freddy had returned. But Bonnie, Chica and said bear were all looking at the camera, through the camera. They all grinned up at him. Bonnie winked again.
"Not interested, rabbit! I'm not gay! Or into furries!" he yelled at the screen.
If anything, his grin seemed to widen.
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Mike stepped outside his office. His shift just ended two minutes ago, and while he would usually wait until someone else showed up just to be safe, he needed to go collect Foxy. He wanted to at least get him to the car before he deactivated.
He made his way to Pirate's Cove, glaring daggers at the three animatronics on stage. The curtains were open, and he watched them as they moved into their normal positions. It was too close to opening time for them to try and stuff him into a suit. Freddy grinned a large, dopey grin.
Mike's glower deepened and he watched as they were locked into position. Content that they couldn't move, yanked open the curtains to the Cove. Foxy shrunk back behind some boxes, staring at Mike through the dust.
"Come on, we gotta go," Mike gestured to the door, frowning when Foxy shook his head.
"No."
Mike gaped. "You-you said you would come back!"
"N.O." he said a bit louder.
Mike clenched his teeth and did what was possibly the most bravest, stupidest thing he had ever done. He marched into the cove, stopping right next to the Fox, who was staring at him like he was some never before seen creature.
"You are going to come with me by the count of three."
"No. I'm. Not."
"One."
"Yer stupid."
"Two."
"I'm not comin'!"
"Three."
Mike grasped his ear, pulling him outside the Cove. Foxy yelped and barreled into Mike's side. Mike screamed as Foxy swung at him.
"I"M NOT COMIN' WITH YA!"
"DO YOU WANT TO DIE?" Mike dodge another swipe and kicked his metal foot.
"I CAN' DIE YA BILGE RAT! I'M AN ANIMTRONIC!" Foxy gasped more out of surprise than pain when his foot got stepped on and he slashed his hook toward him, growling when he missed.
"Go Foxy!" Bonnie cheered from the stage.
"Hit him in the face!" Chica added her two cents.
"YOU'RE GOING TO GET MELTED DOWN OR PERMINATELY DEACTIVATED!" Mike grunted in pain as Foxy did exactly what Chica told him and swiped with his hook at his face again, this time successfully slashing through his cheek. "SHUT UP DUCK!"
She scoffed.
"WHY DO YOU CARE?!" Foxy bared his teeth.
"BECA-" he screamed as Mr. Charms walked through the door and Foxy fell limp on top of him. He fell backwards, crashing on the floor and lay there, groaning in pain, Foxy collapsed on his chest. Mr. Charms poked his round face in front of Mike's smiling down on him.
"You okay there? You need some help?"
"Just fine," Mike spat.
"Just checking!" Mr. Charms walked back to his office, leaving Mike alone again. Well, not quite alone.
"You, my friend, seriously are an idiot," Freddy commented from the stage.
"Back at you, buddy." Mike stared at the ceiling.
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If he thought carrying Foxy up all those stairs yesterday was hard, today was absolute torture. Luckily, his neighbor wasn't outside today, but laying on his doorstep was a plain white envelope. He tossed the fox onto the floor next to the red curtains he liked hiding under, and retrieved the letter.
Mike threw his keys on the coffee table and sat down on the couch, ripping open the note.
Mr. Schmitt:
It has come to our attention-
That was as far as he read. It couldn't have been good, so he set it down for now. He went through the same routine as before, taking a shower, finding something to eat, then plopping his butt back on the couch. Mike glanced at the fox on the floor.
The gash in his cheek wasn't as bad as it had seemed, but it bled a lot. Dumb fox. Dumb Freddy. Dumb Chica and especially dumb Bonnie.
Mike took a swig of his soda, this time Mountain Dew because he decided it was time for a little change, and grabbed the letter from the coffee table.
Mr. Schmitt:
It has come to our attention that you are behind on rent by $214.34. You must pay this fee by March 3rd, or we will be forced to evict you.
Sincerely-
Mike stopped reading again. Today was February...16th his phone confirmed. They had given him a little more time than last time, and he felt grateful.
He got payed $120 every second Friday, so he could pay that at the end of the month. But what about the next month? And the next one and the next one? He wouldn't be able to keep up with the payments that well. The rent wasn't too high to live here, but with Mike's under minimum wage job, it would be hard to get all his payments here in time. Eventually, they would get fed up with him never paying on time and kick him out. He couldn't mooch off of his sister again, his parents were dead. And Mike didn't have many close friends. He had one or two, but they lived all the way on the other side of the country. He didn't want to move that far, nor did he have that kind of money. He didn't really have a place to go.
A shift caught his attention, and he turned to see a red tail slide beneath curtains. Mike sighed and threw the letter on the ground. Glancing at his phone again, he was surprised to see it was only 8:05 in the morning.
"Hey, Foxy." Mike spoke up. "How are you active so early?"
He got no reply.
Mike turned up the TV and watched some anime about metal vessels, magis, and a girl with pink hair.
He didn't fall asleep like yesterday, but he ran out of chips. He got up and walked to the kitchen, stepping on glass Foxy had shattered again. He sighed, picking it out of his foot like he had earlier. Maybe he should clean that up?
The man got a broom from a small closet and worked on sweeping the floor. The coffee maker was busted, that much was certain. Mike looked at the rest of his apartment. The whole floor was dirty, so he decided to sweep the rest of the floor too, something he rarely did unless forced.
'But when guests are over it's polite to have a clean house.' Mike thought bitterly.
He kicked at the brown stain in the white carpet where his Dr. Pepper had spilled the morning before. Not much could be done. (Or rather, he didn't want to do anything about it.) Mike got a large trash bag and gathered all the wrappers, soda cans, and anything else laying about, throwing it all in the bag. He set it in the corner and collected all his clothes next, throwing them in the small washer he owned.
While he was in the back of his apartment, he heard a door slam shut. He poked his head around the corner and saw that Foxy was gone from 'his' curtains, and the door to his room was shut.
Sighing, he walked over, jiggling the knob. It was locked, just as he suspected.
"Foxy, that's my room."
The only answer he got was the loud sound of something crashing inside.
"Okay then."
Mike walked back over to the couch, stretching out on it. The anime he had been watching was over, and some boring show was on. Switching the channel to BBC, he watched re-runs of Doctor Who.
He yawned tiredly, but knew he wouldn't be able to sleep today. Five sodas later, Mike felt a presence behind him.
Based on the information Phone Guy (Mike didn't know what his name was) gave him, he guessed Foxy was in no mood to be looked at, so he didn't turn around, knowing he had a high chance of being swiped at again.
Just when it got to the good part of his show, his rough voice spoke up.
"Ya never told me why you wanted to save me."
Mike slowly turned the volume on the TV down, chancing it and looking back at the fox towering over him. His eye patch was up, both eyes staring at him.
"I don't know, really. I guess it's a pride thing. Mr. Charms would make me suffer eternal humiliation if I kept you in the pizzeria. Why do you not want to be saved?"
Foxy kept watching him for a couple of moments, not sure of how to answer that.
"Yer snow globe is broken," was all the pirate said.
/
Foxy spent the rest of the day moping around, shooting Mike dirty glares, still sore about being taken from his cove again, but as long as he wasn't locking doors or smashing stuff, Mike was fine with it.
The man also found out, that while the fox was a bit shy, he had the curiosity of twenty cats.
Currently, the animatronic was poking around his kitchen, shuffling through all the drawers, opening and closing the fridge, the doors, anything he could find. He then found that washer and dryer and did the same. He probably knew it was grating on Mike's nerves, that's why he was doing it, at least partly.
When he ran out of things to mess with in the kitchen, living room, and Mike's room, he turned to the door Mike kept locked. He was aware of Mike's eyes on the back of his metal skull as he fiddled with the knob, trying to open it. He scowled when it didn't and pressed the sharp part of his hook into the key hole, hoping to pick the lock. When he did nothing but chip away the metal, he banged on the door a couple of times, hoping it would give. That's when the guard yelled at him.
"Foxy, stop it!" Mike stood from the couch and the fox turned his head sideways to look at him.
"Why? Wha's in there?"
"None of your business! Get away from there!" Foxy scowled and slunk back to Mike's bathroom to stare at the mirror.
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By the time noon rolled around, Mike was practically dead on his feet. He finally decided to try and get some sleep, dragging himself over to his room.
True to what Foxy said, his snow globe he had received when he was 23 was smashed into his carpet, glass next to his writing desk. Mike ignored it for now and walked over to his queen sized bed, crawling into it. When he was situated, he sighed and curled onto his side. He opened his eyes briefly and found that golden eyes were staring back. He yelped and stumbled back.
"Foxy?! The hell are you doing in my bed?!"
Foxy curled up, dragging the blanket until it was covering him completely. "'S comfortable, lass. I should get one-a these."
Mike rubbed a hand over his face, looking back down at the lump in his bed.
"You're not going to move, are you?"
"Nope!" he said snottily.
Mike sighed, pushing him over with a foot and his hands. "Keep your ugly mug on that side of the bed."
"...I think I'mn 'andsome ol' devil."
"Ya, you're a devil alright."
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A/N: Glaring, sighing and smashing. That's the majority of my story.
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-You got Mike's eye color wrong, didn't you pay attention to the Game Over screen when they showed his eyes? They're blue.
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