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Mike: Derp, you can't drink…
Damn….
Chapter 4:
Mike slammed his fist against the recently closed door,
"Oi! Open up!"
The office had been recently occupied by a sell-out copy of him. Other Mike, is what he called it. The furries didn't help him because, let's face it, Other Mike was and is already in a suit. Which pissed Mike off to no end.
From what Mike heard, Other Mike was set into play for cautious reasons. Mike was filed dead, due to the fact that he was forcefully stuffed into a damn Freddy suit. So, Mr. Fazbear decided it was time to let a robot handle robots.
And he was doing a pretty good job at it too. Reporters/Media wanted to become involved with this because they wanted to see Other Mike. It was pretty Fucked up too. Mike's body was dumped god knows where, and he is permanently stuck here with an other self and 5 furries.
It probably couldn't get much worse than that.
Mike peeked inside the overly small room and growled.
A dark brown snouted Husky sat in HIS seat, wearing HIS hat and holding HIS tablet.
Well, the company's tablet….
Bonnie had let curiosity overtake him and sought out Mike, whom was banging on the door. Bonnie shook his head and sighed,
"Mike, that's not how you do it."
Mike pounded even harder, with every hit, the Husky flinched. Bonnie grumbled and put a hand on Mike's shoulder,
"Mi-,"
Mike scrambled away from the velvet bunny as soon as he made contact. It was like he'd been shocked. Mike stumbled back into the open closet and gazed fearfully at Bonnie. He slowly raised his arm and pointed with malice,
"Don't fuckin touch me…"
Bonnie held his hands up in defense and nodded slowly,
"Okay, Alright…"
He then looked at the Husky, who had seen all of what'd happened. Other Mike had dark Blue eyes a again an almost hazelnut snout, the rest of his fur was a rather darker shade of brown, according to Real Mike, Shit.
Bonnie looked at Mike and threw his chin at the Husky,
"He's already in a suit, what's up?"
Mike growled and threw his head to the side,
"He is sitting in my chair."
Bonnie had to hold a laugh,
"Your…*snicker*….Chair?"
Mike raised a curt brow and crossed his arms,
"Yeah. My chair. Establishment thought that a foldable metal chair would be enough to sit on."
Bonnie stopped his snickering and leaned on the wall as Mike continued,
"That's my chair, as in someone gave it to me. I didn't want to take it home… it'd get dirty."
Mike said shrugging. Bonnie raised a brow and nodded,
"Who gave it to you?"
Mike casted a mournful look and shook his head as he brushed past Bonnie,
"No one of importance.."
Bonnie watched as Mike walked away with his head down. More and more, the old night guard pursed in Bonnie's mind,
'Where have I seen him before?'
Mike eventually found himself in the kitchen. One of the most unusual of places to be. He hadn't actually been in the kitchen before, let alone seen it. Most likely it was because of the cut camera feed. But it actually looked like a real Chiefs kitchen. Steel stoves, pots and pans hanging next to thousands of knives and in the back stood a heavyweight metal fridge.
In which Chica was busy rummaging through. And next to her was the likeliest of things he would see IN a kitchen.
"Ello Lad."
Foxy. Of all the inconsidera-,
"Oh Mike! Are you hungry?"
Foxy was sitting on a counter next to the fridge where most likely meat and veggies were cut. Chica had pulled out a huge batch of white powder and was rolling it next to Foxy,
"Wanna help me make Pizza?"
Mike blinked and slowly remembered a time like this with his Mother.
Rarely he would think of his mother. Often times it was of cooking with her and others of which it was just her and him lying side by side on a beach. Just feeling the sand in between their toes. Mike snapped out of his trance upon remembering what Chica said,
"Uh, yeah. Sure."
Foxy jumped of the counter and strode past Mike with a devilish look on his face,
"I be leaving ye two be."
Mike frowned as Foxy pushed the doors open and left. Chica watched him as well and cleared her throat nervously,
"Have you done this before?"
Mike stood next to Chica and shook his head. Chica sighed and gave a chunk of the pizza dough to Mike,
"You start by rolling it…"
Mike listened carefully as Chica gave in full detail, of how a pizza was made. She stated the different varieties of pizzas ranging from Stuffed Crust to Thin Baked. All the while, Mike tried his best to keep up with the yellow blur.
The two of them made several pizza's. Chica had made over 12 batches, while Mike had made only 6.
All of which had huge holes or was leaning awkwardly to one side. But, Chica would giggle and try again with Mike, happy that she wasn't the only one in the kitchen. Mike, for once was glad that he knew how to do something. Let alone never to forget.
Mike finally had, had it when he flipped the pizza up and it landed on the side of his head. He growled and tore off the pizza dough. Chica laughed her beak off gaining a silly pout from Mike,
"My flipping skills need work."
Chica wiped her eye and glanced at the pizza failures,
"And your cooking."
Mike nodded in agreement and turned to pick up the pile of dough. Only to come face to face with none other than Freddy himself. No matter if Mike had the same suit as him, Freddy had a!ways remained taller than him. Probably because of the hat.
If Mike could shit himself, probably right about now he'd do it. Freddy looked at Chica and frowned,
"Did anything happen?"
Chica grinned and crossed her arms,
"Mike made a few bad pizza's. That's all."
Freddy nodded and looked back at Mike,
"Don't worry Michael, we all made some mistakes."
Mike felt deep resentment at those words. Freddy smiled and slammed his hand on Mike's shoulder. Damn. Even through a layer of brown fake fur, that still hurt.
Freddy then walked away, leaving Mike rubbing his hurt shoulder and Chica with a deep frown. Mike sighed and leaned on the sink. Chica pursed her beak and looked at Mike,
"Freddy means well Mike. If he was gonna hurt you, he wouldve already done it."
Mike knew that wasn't true. Freddy had already done that. And now look at where he was because of it.
But unbeknownst to Mike, a small crack in the white plaster was slowly beginning to form. It was first unnoticeable, but it had slowly began to become bigger. Changes were in order…
I hate me self sometimes. But it is for the good of my brain to intice yours in small dividends.
In other words, I have to leave this chapter here because my head hurts. I wish Husky Mike had more to this chapter than I had planned for him. But, he doesn't..
NOT YET! *SEXY PEDO FACE*
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