AN: I'm sorry for the long wait, I'm getting ready for the next stage in my life so further updates on this and my other stories will be slow and it'll take a while. Sorry for the inconvenience but thank you for sticking with me this long, three chapters and over a thousand views alone, that means a lot.

Also, polls will be closing soon and I've changed the genre of the story since a romance for a female Foxy has won.


Four

Mike slowly feels himself coming back from the blackness, but man did he hurt.

Years of training strain against his brain as he bites down on his tongue to keep himself from groaning from the agony he is feeling. He is hurting all over, his back, his front and more importantly his head. He briefly wonders if parts of his body had been scorched from the previous explosion.

His mind suddenly freezes as he remembers what had happened. He was waiting for a lunatic to come barging in, but instead he was met with four fully operating and deadly iron robots in animal suits. They fought and it ended with him being beaten, literally. The last thing he remembers was being clubbed in the head with a baseball bat.

That explains his throbbing head, but now where was he?

Slowly, in case that something is watching him, his eyelid slowly lifts up halfway and he scans the room while feigning being unconscious. He couldn't see, it was still dark so he may have been out for an hour or two or for all he knew it could have just been thirty minutes. Still, his eyes scuttle over the area, but finds he is in an unknown location. Was he taken out of the pizzeria? Or is he just in an unexplored room? He'll go with the latter when he realizes that the place has the same looks as that of Freddy's, as well as the faint smell of pizza that is lingering in the air.

The wall is musky, cobwebs everywhere, furniture that looks like it was bought fifty years ago and the faint aroma of moth balls was in the air, this alone proves how long the place has gone unattended. Yet there are also shelves, boxes and tools there as well, most of which is covered in dirt and rust while the smell of oil fills his nostrils. After a moment, he deduces that he must be in the maintenance room.

His bones suddenly chills when he realizes something else; he is lying on his back on a raised wooden slab in the middle of the room like Frankenstein. He considers moving, but remains still as he tries to detect if he is alone in the room or not. He forces his buzzing ears to listen for signs of life, and after a while he got something.

Standing probably just a few feet away from him are people, or what sounds like people. There is the occasional foot step, some talking that he can barely make out and the clanging of metal as it's shifted around. Finally after a minute, his hearing comes back and he is able to make out some of the words that are being said.

"All I'm saying is maybe we should leave," voices a feminine voice that has some sort of accent, sounding like something from Europe…Romanian…or maybe Norwegian.

"No," now Mike's interest has risen, this person sounds familiar, but where had he heard it before? "We have always been safe here, where else could we go, and furthermore, how will we be able to travel without attracting attention?"

There is a sudden thud and Mike guesses it may have been someone hitting a table with enough force to split wood.

"I don't know," exasperates the woman from before, "but these endoskeletons are getting more and more dangerous, especially these last two, they had guns!"

Last two…Well he was one, the other they must be talking about has to be the federal agent that came before he did. And what did she mean by endoskeletons? Is she talking about him? Is that code for something?

"Let's not think about anything drastic just yet," this is a new voice, another woman, and again, she sounds familiar as well, "let's just deal with one problem at a time."

"Time!" suddenly explodes the other woman, "We are already out of time, it's almost six and as soon as Fazbear shows up, sees the mess and notices the endoskeleton is no longer here or functioning within a suit, then what do you think he's going to do? He's been looking for a good excuse to get rid of us for years and now he has one."

"Well…ok," the second woman says rather timidly, "but maybe we can try and tell him it was the endoskeleton's fault."

There's a heavy sigh and the man started talking again, "I'm afraid that won't do. He'll think we're malfunctioning since we have never tried communicating directly with him before."

"Well then let's do it!" the accented woman cuts in, "I'm done playing charades anyways and being treated like garbage."

"I'm not sure if that will do us any good," comments the male voice who must be the leader, "it just may lead us to more trouble down the road," he pauses as he gives a grunt while the shrinking of metal can be heard followed by a deep groan.

"Are you alright Freddy?" the second woman asks, but Mike just about froze.

Did she just say Freddy? No, no, it just had to be a messed up coincidence.

"I am fine Chica, thank you," replies the one named Freddy to Mike's general horror.

Chica?

There is a snort and the still unidentified woman speaks, "well I for one got to say, I'm actually glad we have spare suits here, how much more do we have left anyway?"

"Just one complete suit each and a few random pieces from some of the older models," reports Chika, "We have a nice dog suit if you wish to try Foxy."

He ignore the tease and instead focuses on the name. Foxy…could that have been the fourth animatronic that had attacked him earlier? It would match the description of what he had seen earlier.

"No," replies the one named Foxy with venom in her voice, "I may be an old weathered sea-dog, but I'm not stooping that low, especially since I'm the only one around here who still has some real teeth in her bite."

Teeth? Bite? All of this coming from Foxy, his primary suspect for the bite of '87? Mike wouldn't be surprised if he had broken out in a cold sweat, he hopes none of his captors will notice.

"You shouldn't be so hard on Bonnie," chides Chika, "you know how she is; she hates violence."

"Even when an endoskeleton is trying to kill us?" demands Foxy.

'Kill them? They're the ones who came after me!' Mike thought furiously, not really noticing that he accepted who these guys say they are. There's no way they can be the animatronics, they're talking like regular people and from the sound of it, they also have quite a large attitude difference compared to each other.

"Even then," Chika is silent for a moment before asking, "Do you think we should try and stuff this one? If it doesn't come back online it'll just upset her."

Chills doesn't even come close to explaining the feeling that erupted all along Mike's spine as he thought of the disgusting picture he had seen of a man being stuffed into a suit.

"Why not?" questions Freddy, missing Mike's small recoil, "maybe there's a chance it will come back on, and you know how Bonnie is always wanting to make new friends."

Ok, he has no options now, he has to get out while he still can, but can he make it out the door and out of the pizzeria? Does he have the strength or stamina? Does he really have a choice?

"Do you know what she is going to pick this time?" demands Foxy, "I hope she still isn't planning on using another duck suit."

"No," answers Chika, "she wants to try the pig outfit this time."

A freaky pig!? That seals the deal.

Mike's eyes flew open and he sits up straight on the table. He doesn't look at his adductors as he tries to roll off the table, which proved to be his undoing.

A strong hand grabs the collar of his shit and yanks him back until he falls with a thud on the table again. He tries to get up, but someone put their arms around his neck and over his head in a devastating headlock. Out of instinct he grabs the limbs in an attempt to break free, but is surprised to feel fur and metal over lapping one another, what is this? He tries breaking the hold, but it soon becomes clear that whoever is holding him literally has arms of steel. The room is shrouded in darkness and though his eyes have adjusted, he couldn't properly see who it is that has him.

He then kicks out with his legs, gaining leverage on the table and attempts to lift his body up, but his assailant hangs on tightly. It's like trying to lift a boulder by this point.

Something grabs his legs, bends them back which causes his legs to buckle and lands back on the slab before feeling the same hands pinning his lower body to the table hard. Pressure begins to build up against them and he has the sensation that the bones are on the verge of being crushed.

Feeling an ounce of panic, he starts wriggling his body, maybe he can slip out from between them. That hope is gone when another person leaps forward and hugs his torso, applying the same amount of force as others, causing him to gasp as his lungs struggle to get some air.

His ears are pounding with blood, but over the din of noise they are making he makes out some words being said.

"Keep it down!" shouts Freddy.

"I'm trying!" grumbles Chika.

"Bonnie!" screams Foxy whose voice is the closest and echoes within Mike's head, "Hurry and get in here!"

"Coming!" shouts the fourth companion who possess a rather girlish sound to it, but Mike wasn't all that focus on this.

All that he was trying to do is not pass out due to his wounds and receding oxygen. Already he feels his vision fading and he is sure if he closes his eyes then it will be for the last time in his life.

There is a multitude of thundclaps being sounded and out of the corner of his eyes, Mike sees a shadow rushing forward, holding something massive in its hands.

"I've got the suit!" announces the voice of Bonnie, "it's all wired and everything!"

"Ok," Freddy says, "get it ready, we are going to try and pick it up and then-"

"Wait!" Mike gasps out, but gags when he feels the one he guesses to be Foxy squeezing his windpipe.

"Shut up," she growls into his ear, but he continue to struggle while trying to get some air at the same time.

"Foxy you're hurting it!" cries Bonnie.

"Just get the suit ready lass and we'll handle the details!" Foxy shoots back.

Mike forces his body to relax and put more strength into his arms, pulling Foxy's crushing arms down a bit.

"Wait," Mike says breathlessly, "please, I-" he is caught off as Foxy redoubles her effort in trying to strangle him. Will they kill him first and then stuff him? Or are they just going to slam him right into it, forcing him to feel every gear cut his flesh while his organs and bones caves in to form a nasty pulp?

"Foxy, I really think-"

"Bonnie just be quiet and let us handle this!" roars Foxy.

"Don't start on her!" shouts back Chika, unaware that her grip on Mike has loosen.

"She needs to learn!" Foxy says back, "this thing won't hesitate to kill her and needs to be either destroyed or reprogrammed, at least this way it has a chance and she'll like it."

"Sorry," Bonnie says in a meek whispery voice that actually sounds like a hurtful tone.

"See what you have done?" demands Chika, "tell her your sorry and-"

"Girls the endoskeleton!" Freddy tries to warn as Mike pushes himself down a little now that his torso has been released, slouching up his body so he can escape Foxy grasp for a while as he sucks in some air and shouts, "I'M NOT A ENDO-SKELETON!"

All movement has ceased and Mike could feel multiple eyes are on him as he tries to breathe so that he can have the energy to do…whatever it is he is going to do next. That dream is squashed however when Foxy wraps her arms around Mike again and squeezes his neck.

"Foxy stop!" Chika calls out, but this time with a horrified voice.

"Chika don't be naïve," Foxy growls, "its lying like all the others."

Mike started to wrestle even more, he has no idea what is going on, or what it is a endoskeleton is exactly, but this new development has obviously caused a stir among his captors, there has to be a way he can turn this all in his favor.

"Foxy," Freddy suddenly speaks, "perhaps we should let it-"

"No!" Foxy screeches, "if we let it go then it will go back to where it came from and we will all be in danger. We have to detain it."

"B-b-but what if it's really is human?" whimpers Bonnie who starts to sniffle a little.

"It's. A. Endoskeleton." Foxy says through gritted teeth, "they tried this trick hundreds of times."

"True, but they never fought back like this one," Freddy points out, "and it was here earlier, remember? If it is an endoskeleton, why had it stuck around when it saw us?"

"Maybe it just likes Chika's pizza, I don't care," Foxy snaps, "it had tried to destroy us so we need to destroy it."

"F-Freddy," Bonnie says in a tearful voice, "how can we tell if it is an endoskeleton?"

"Oh please Bonnie," Foxy says, but this time with a hint of caring in her tone, "not now, just trust me, it is an endoskeleton, have I ever steered you wronged?"

There is a long uncomfortable silence before Chika speaks up, "well they really are like humans, how can we tell?"

"Don't" Foxy hisses softly to the person holding Mike's mid-section, "you're just going to make Bonnie feel worse."

Mike increases his struggles and attempts to coax words out of his mouth, but all that he is managing so far is spittle and unfinished curses.

"There is a way of telling," Freddy carefully says, "but in order to know for sure…" he sighs deeply before saying, "Foxy, remove your arm."

Instead relief Mike feels his throat being squished with renewed power.

"Are you out of your mind!?" Foxy snarls, "He'll come at us again!"

"Foxy," Freddy says with a tight line in his voice, making Mike wonder if he is going to be in the middle of a brawl, "we need to make sure this is truly a endoskeleton otherwise we're be in trouble."

"We will be in trouble if we let him go," Foxy argues.

"I just said remove your paw from his mouth so he can speak," Freddy says patiently.

"Why?" asks Foxy, "we aren't going to play twenty questions are we?"

"Foxy," Freddy finally sighs, "just let him speak."

There is a growl, but Mike gasps when the pressure on his throat is relieved and he gulps in some air. He wonders if he should try and flee, but he rules that out when he feels his legs and chest still being held down. He has to play by these things rules for now.

He tries to move his head so he can see who he is talking to, but the one known as Foxy keeps his head pressed down. Though he can still roll his eyes in his skull, he can't identify these people, he can just barely make out the shape of Foxy, but she is in the shadows, only allowing him to partially make out her humanoid form.

"Can you hear me?" the voice of Freddy asks.

After gulping in some more air, Mike finally breathes out in a near whisper, "Yes."

There is a moment of silence as if they are barely registering his answer before Freddy speaks again.

"Listen to me very closely;" he says slowly as if he is speaking to a child, "we need to be sure that you are human."

"I am hu-" Mike is choked off when the arm around his neck strengthens again.

"Don't speak unless spoken to," Foxy's voice growl.

"Foxy," Freddy says in a weary tone to which his captor breathes heavily before loosening her grip.

He hears Freddy breathes steadily before saying, "in order for us to tell if you are human or not, do you have a scar?"

Mike blinks for a moment before whispering, "What?"

"Do you have a scar?" Freddy repeated, "something that you can show? If you're an endo-skeleton, your skin won't be fully healed and will reveal your inner makings."

Mike have no idea what is being said but he is able to sum it up; he needs to show them a scar otherwise he's going to be stuffed. Seeing no other way out of his predicament, Mike slows his breathing and tries to remains clam. If he is going to show them a scar, it might as well be worth wild.

He calmly breathes before looking into the darkness where he guesses that Freddy is standing.

"On my right arm, upper bicep, there is a wound and-" he is cut off when Foxy curls an arm around his throat again. Following his instructions, he feels someone grabs the sleeve of his shirt and pulls it up. As the person does so, Mike takes note how warm his captor's hands are. They feel almost…fuzzy? Were they wearing gloves, if so, why these pairs?

A moment later he feels his arm exposed right before pressure was put back on his throat and he wheezes again.

"Liar," snaps Foxy whose mouth sounds close to his ear, "that's a tattoo, not a scar."

"Look…" Mike gurgles, "Look…closer…"

Out of nowhere, a shape takes form in front of Mike and leans forward. It appears to have a humanoid form, but then Mike notices its head may be round like a person, but there are two smaller circles on top of its head. What kind of a hat was the person wearing?

Though close, the shape stays in the shadows as it peers at the tattoo.

Floating out of the darkness was the voice of Bonnie, "what does it say?" she asks, "Is it Chinese?"

The shape looks up at Mike, almost as if it's asking Mike the same question. Mike in turn pats Foxy's arms, to which the shape's head nods. There is another agitated sigh before Mike is allowed more air so that he could speak. In that moment though, he also guesses that the guy in the shadow must be Freddy, the one giving the orders.

With that in mind, and knowing Freddy is probably the only reason he is still alive, he replies slowly yet also respectfully.

"It's Cherokee Indian," he says, "and it's pronounced, 'Cur-a-hee,' it means 'stand alone'."

"Really?" asks a rather mystified Chica.

Mike merely shrugs, "I don't really know, I think it was mistranslated, I got this when I was a kid so I didn't really know much about it."

"It's still not a scar," Foxy points out again.

Mike rolls his eyes, "just look closely at it."

The figure did indeed stare at the design for a moment before announcing, "I see…something."

"It's a knife wound," Mike says matter of factly, "got a tattoo over it so people wouldn't notice."

"Why?" asks Foxy suspiciously.

Mike shrugs, "just thought it would look ugly."

He only hears a growl in return. What are these things?

There is a long uncomfortable silence that stretches on for minutes on end. The shadowed figure pulls back and looks behind it before looking in the direction of Foxy before finishing by looking down at Mike again.

"You are human," he says in a solemn voice as if he is speaking Mike's eulogy.

The man in turn swallows hard. Was that a good thing or a bad one?

There was a shuddering breath before Chica speaks up in a quivering voice, "Were…were they all humans?"

"No," Foxy snaps, but sounding more like she is trying to make herself believe her own words, "we know the first one was an endo-skeleton and…and…"

"A-a-are we m-m-murders?" Bonnie seems to be on the verge of tears now.

What's going on? They are trying to see if he is human, they thought he was an endo-skeleton like others before and it's apparent that they may have indeed killed before. Accidently though, they all sound as if they are about to go hysterical, but he is more afraid of Foxy and Freddy. Neither were sniveling or breathing hard, making him wonder what they are feeling.

"What have we done?" Freddy asks.

"Nothing," answers Foxy sharply, "we were attacked, it was only reasonable we defended ourselves."

"But F-Foxy," Chica voices, "we should have known, we should have been sure before…before…"

Mike makes his presence known again as he gives a cough. He feels multiple eyes on him and remembering that he is outnumbered and outgunned he chooses his next few words carefully.

"Listen," he says softly, "I know this may be a…high stress time for you all, but seeing how I proved I'm human, could you let me back up...please?"

There is no sudden movements for a while until Freddy sighs.

"Foxy," Freddy said tiredly, "release him."

"But-"

"Release him," Freddy repeats with an edge to his tone now.

Carefully, Mike feels the hands release their hold on him and backs away. Only Foxy lingers a for an extra moment before letting him go as well. Once fully released, Mike cautiously sits up and looks around.

He is in a dark room that he could scarcely make out, but he could see a multitude of cardboard boxes, benches, tools lying in clutters. He can see the outline of a door and what appears to be a faint blue light, the sun perhaps? The final thing he takes note of are the four figures surrounding him.

They are humanoid, but as he looks each one of them over, their shadowy appearance reveals that these people aren't all that they seem. The largest of them, Freddy, has a two small circles on the top of his head, almost like strange lopsided ears. Behind him is another person who is shorter, slightly stout and with something protruding from its mouth like a muzzle, but much more pointed. Standing in the rear is someone quivering while holding what appears to be a large manikin until Mike sees the triangular ears and snout, the supposed pig suit he came close to being stuffed in. The one holding it has two long strips on the top of its head before coming back down alongside its shoulder almost as if they were…ears…bunny ears.

Two small ears on one, a pointed point that could pass for a beak and two longer ears on the top of the thirds head…just like the animatronics. That would mean…

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Mike looks over his shoulder and lost all feeling within his body.

Standing behind him, so close that he can plainly see her, is the one known as Foxy. Her appearance has entranced him beyond physical or even mental reasoning. She has the body of a dancer, wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt, has lean legs, muscular arms and her eyes...her eyes are a captivating brown that reminds him of melted chocolate while a black eye patch rests against her forehead. This alone is enough to get any man's attention, but that's not what caught him off guard. Sure a small part of him was interested by this feminine beauty, captivated even, but a feeling of horror and disbelief courses though him as he finally registers what is before him.

Her eyes may look lovely, but they are filled with malice and are glowing, literally, glowing. She doesn't have a mouth, she has a snout that juts out a little with sharp canines visible as she grits them in what could only be describe as rage. She has two ears popping out of the top of her skull and is swerving back and forth like satellite dishes trying to pick up a signal. Her entire body, from the top of her head to her bare feet is covered in fur, red fur that border along the line of orange. He couldn't see her skin, but his eyes gravitate to her hands which are placed on her hips, they too are covered and with pointed claws attached. There is movement behind her, he glances at it and feels his mouth dropping. It was a large bright bushy tail, puffed up like a real fox and is currently swishing back and forth at an amazing rate.

She is Foxy, she really is a fox!

There is a low rumble of a growl that made its way from her chest and up to her throat before speaking in her accented voice, "What are you staring at hotshot?"

Mike couldn't respond for a moment, his eyes are still huge, still unbelieving before his mind did the only thing it could do under extreme circumstances. Mike feel his body shudder once before he fell back on the table he was being held captive on and against all reason in his mind, his eyeballs rolled back into their socket and he lost consciousness.

For the first time in his life, Mike Schmidt had passed out.

I decided to split this in two since I figured it's been a while since I last updated. I don't know when it will be completed, nut hopefully it won't be too long. I've been real busy lately with my life and I hope you can all understand and be patience.

Sorry if this seemed rushed, just wanted to get it done and updated.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.