Mike is awakened by a soft hand against his face, "He..Hey," Scott says softly, "You awake," Mike opens his eyes, not much changing, the darkness still all around him, "Yeah, how long was I out for?" Mike asks trying to reorient himself with his surroundings, "Only one cycle," The voice sounds like it's right above him. Mike lifts his hand, hoping to feel something but, his hands are tied to his waist, "Bonnie tied you up a bit tighter this time, I'm not sure why," Scott whispers. "Why are we whispering?" Mike asks, not sure if he should be afraid yet or not. "Look to your right," Scott whispers, as Mike slowly turns his head to the right, not seeing anything. Mike stares deep into the darkness, when he sees a something shine. "What is that!?" Mike almosts yelps when he sees it, but Scott covers his mouth before they get noticed. "That's Freddy," Scott whispers, "he's just been standing there in the dark, since Bonnie brought you back." Mike averts his eyes from Freddy, "Do you think he'll go away?" Mike asks, hoping the answer is yes, "I have no idea," Scott replies. Mike softly groans, when the searing pain starts overwhelming his fear. "Guhh," Mike lets out as he tries to move his body, so he doesn't get stiff, the knife wound in his thigh shooting pain down to his toes, and the sliver cut on his chest stretching and ripping as he tries to stretch, loosening his muscles. "Don't move to much Mike," Scott whispers to him, as Mike hears a squelching footstep to his right, "Freddy, is attracted to movement." Mike stops moving, and the squelching stops. Resigning to his fate for now, Mike lays silently, attempting to regain as much of his strength as possible, before he gets taken to the Green room again.
After many hours in the darkness, with only Scotts soft voice to comfort him, they finally come for Mike. "We're gunna have fun t'night," Mike hears a rough voice say, as his left foot gets a hook through it. "Sonuva.." Mike lets out biting off the end of the word as the hook twists inbetween his tarsal bones. "I'll nah be havin no fussin' from ya, ya hear?" The animatron says as it drags him, foot first into the Green room. As the light shines on the creature dragging Mike, he realizes who it is, "Foxy?" Mike lets out a little surprised, Foxy had always been his least favorite. "It be I," Foxy says, with a coarse drawl, "Whatcha be expectin?" Foxy drags Mike up onto the table by the foot, not caring about the large whole that now resides on Mike. "Now, me boy, how should I cut ya," Foxy says, slowly pulling his hook out of Mike's foot. Mike clenches his teeth, trying to fight through the pain, "Huh, gettin' a bit tougher?" Foxy says, ripping his hook the rest of the way out, "Gyaaah," is all Mike lets out, fighting the pain. "Hmmm, t'night'll be fun," Foxy muses to himself, walking up one side of Mike's body then down the other, his hook gliding across Mike's skin. "What'll make ya scream tha mos'," Foxy talks to himself, as he digs his hook into Mike's left nipple, pulling it out just enough to hook it. "Mmph," Mike chokes back the pain, fighting the searing fire in his chest. "Yer gettin' guts, I like'm wit guts," Foxy's grin showcasing his yellowed teeth, "Lesse how long yer guts'll last," Foxy says as he jerks hard on Mike's nipple, ripping it clean off. Mike finally lets out an air rending scream, Foxy chuckles. "Arr, thas what I be lookin' fer," Foxy walks out of Mike's vision, and all Mike hears is the clinking of metal objects smacking each other, and a soft, "dumdidumdidum," as Foxy works with whatever he's working with. Mike's apprehension rises as nothing happens for a good long while.
"Hey Foxy, mind if I cut in," Mike hears Bonnie's voice from the doorway, "Have fun," Foxy says as he continues preparing whatever he's doing. "Ahahaha," Bonnie laughs as he enters the room, running a knife up Mike's thigh, pressing hard enough to only leave a red line of blood. "Have you broken him yet?" Bonnie asks resting to cold steel against Mike's crotch on his underwear. "Nah, I be leavin' that t'ya," Foxy says smiling as he turns around, a long blade in his free hand. "Hmm, well we've been able to get him to pass out within the first three hours last night," Bonnie says, cutting a hole into Mike's boxer-briefs. "Hey, hey, hey!" A high pitch feminine voice calls into the room, "Don't cut off his manhood, before I can have fun with it!" Chica smacks Bonnie upside his head, "Ouch," Bonnie lets out, holding the knife back so as not to actually cut Mike, "If you keep that up then I may accidently cut it off," Bonnie admonishes Chica, pointing the knife at her. "Ey, Freddy wants ta'ave some fun too, 'member?" Foxy says before they get to entranced in their cutting of Mike, "Right, since he last past the third night," Chica says giving Bonnie an angry glare as she takes the knife from him. She rests the knife against Mike's throat, "Do you think I'm pretty yet," she asks, giving Mike time to look at her full body, in the green light. Her hair is sticking up in three spots, on top of her head, an algae color, her eyes look white under the light. Her skin a sickly green due to the light, but over all, her features are very feminine, not at all robotic, in this room, and her breasts weren't all that bad to look at, her figure quite feminine as well. Mike feels the knife press harder against his throat, "I see you enjoy her body," Bonnie says, grabbing Mike's penis, pulling it out of his underwear. "Should I take that as a compliment?" Chica asks, trying to play shy, "Duh, ya dumb chicken,"Foxy says, placing his hook against Mike's erect penis, the cold steel making Mike wince.
"Ohoho," Mike hears a familiar laugh coming from the darkness, "quit teasing the poor boy, Chica," A tall figure walks out of the darkness, though not far enough for Mike to actually get a decent look at him, though he can make out the silhouette of a top hat. "Michael, Michael, Michael," The figure says, tapping his chin with his forefinger each time he says it, "I think it's about time to show you, me," the tall figure walks out from the shadows, he's almost seven feet tall, wearing a brown overcoat, with a blood red waist coat and dress shirt, mostly covered by the overcoat. His slacks are also a deep earth-like brown, "It's me, Freddy," He takes a few more steps towards Mike as Mike musters his strength to not cringe away from the enourmous man walking towards him. "Kid, don't even think of trying to hide your fear," Freddy places a hand on Mike's bare thigh, "I can taste it." Freddy's hand is smooth, not at all like Mike was expecting, as he rubs Mike's leg up and down. "Now, kid, I know you are wondering, are we going to kill you?" Freddy looks down at Mike, his eyes pure black, no irises or pupils, "well most likely, we will, since we need your soul kid." Freddy's mouth seems to grow longer and thinner as a smile twists his face into something not at all human, his lips seperating showing off his massive canines. "Now, boy, do you know how to properly extract a soul from a human body and place it into an inanimate object?" Freddy asks, the smile still twisting his face, he grabs the knife from Bonnie, "We have to put the physical body into intense distress, and break the mind, causing it to have immense emotional attachment to this," Freddy lifts up the knife, "or even," he places his free hand over his face, "To an animatronic robot," revealing an exoskeleton underneath the human-looking exterior. "Ohohoh," Freddy laughs putting his face back on, "well look at the time, kid, it is time for you to head back to your sleeping quarters," Freddy says grabbing the knife and stabbing Mike right in between his collarbone and shoulder, making Mike's entire left arm go completely numb, but from all the blood loss caused by Foxy's earlier rips Mike's world goes blurry, the colors spinning and turning green to red, and then finally black. "We shall see you tomorrow, boy." The last thing Mike hears before losing consciousness once again.