"Mike, you of all people should know that it's not safe to bring a child to work. "Eh." Was Mike's reply as he walked to his car, put you in the backseat, and drove away.
Your eyes cracked open as you slowly regained your consciousness. You stretched out and put your hand in front of your mouth as a quiet yawn drifted from your throat. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes one at a time before attempting to sit straight. Mike's arm pulled you back into your former position and his face found its way in between your head and shoulder before gently nuzzling deeper.
"Uncle Mike?" you asked quietly as you felt him return to his limp state. "Can you let go please?" You pushed his head away from your neck and slowly rolled away from him. He groaned and pulled you close before sighing and returning to his docile state. You continued to try to escape but it was a lost cause as every time you started to move his arm would tense and pull you in to his chest before becoming slack once more.
You turned slowly, as to not alert him, and grabbed his shoulder before shaking roughly in an attempt to get him to wake up. "Uncle Mike, it's time to get up." Your uncle's grip tightened as he rolled to face the other way. Pulling you along in the roll, he trapped you underneath him. You wriggled felling his full weight pushing on your small frame. You grabbed franticly at his lose t-shirt to pull yourself up, movement still heavily restricted by his arm.
He shifted slightly giving you the chance to escape, and escape you did. You rolled out from under him and pushed his arm aside before crawling as fast as you could away from his arm. This led to you inevitably falling off of the bed. You shrieked as you felt the covers on the edge of the bed slip making you use your balance and tumble to the floor landing with a muffled thump.
Mike's eyes flew open as he sat up quickly and looked around franticly before his eyes came to settle on you. "What happened?" You untangled yourself from the human pretzel you were in and looked up at him. "I was trying to get out of bed but you wouldn't let me," you looked up at him with large, adorable, and slightly watery eyes, "And I tried to wake you up but you just rolled over and then I got stuck and then you moved and I slipped and I fell." You sniffed and rubbed your elbow from where you fell.
"Shh, it's ok Uncle Mike will fix you right up." Mike climbed off of his bed and got on his knees. He tenderly took your arm from you and kissed your elbow. "Do you know what else makes the pain go away?" Mike asked, you shook your head no and he smiled deviously. You felt his hand on your stomach and knew to late what he was going to do.
You burst out laughing as his fingers danced across your clothed flesh mercilessly. "I give up I give up!" You laughed out, struggling to get oxygen into your lungs. "I don't know you don't sound very sincere," he said in a sing-song tone. "Please?" He gave a happy chuckle as he stopped tickling, leaving you gasping for breath. He scooped you up and set you on the bed.
"How about I make us some breakfast, that sound good?" You nodded your head happily, bobbing up and down on the bed. He smiled widely and patted your head before leaving you to your own devices as he made the short trek to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and was only slightly surprised that there was almost nothing filling the fridge. He pulled out an apple, eggs, and a half empty carton of milk and set them on the counter before swinging the fridge door closed with a mental note to go shopping later.
He set to work preparing the modest meal of scrambled eggs and fruit for him and his beloved niece. "(Y/N)!" he called, "Time for breakfast!" You scampered into the kitchen, already clothed and ready for the day. Mike set two plates of steaming scrambled eggs on the table handing you an apple as he grabbed your milk from the counter.
You sat across the table from your uncle with a large smile plaster onto your face. "What's got you so happy?" He asked as you shoveled eggs into your face. "I geft ta spen the day wif you," you said, bits of egg falling from your full mouth as you spoke.
He laughed happily, "Slow down kid, we've got all day." You swallowed the egg in your mouth and proceeded to down the whole cup of milk. "Sorry Uncle Mike." You said, not having a shred of remorse for your lack of manners.
You grabbed the apple and used your teeth to violently tare in to it. Mike walked around the table to pick you up and carted you off to his car. "Uncle Mike, where are we going?" you asked, tilting your head to the side in an adorable display of curiosity. "We need to get some groceries." Mike said as he set you in the back seat, buckled you in, and closed the door behind himself
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You arrived at your destination and hoped out of the car before Mike could even get himself unbuckled. As you were surveying the surrounding area you saw Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria on the far side of the parking lot. You gasped, "Can we go there when we finish shopping?" you asked, excitedly pointing to the old building.
"No." Mike replied swiftly as he took your hand and led you in to the store. "Why not?" you asked, dismayed that you couldn't go on adventures with your foxy captain. "Because it's not safe for someone like you," Was Mikes reply. "You don't have to worry, if anything bad happened capin' Foxy would protect me."
"Captain?" Mike asked, raising his brow quizzically. "No, it's capin'," you corrected. "Doesn't matter, I want to know what you mean by that." "Foxy's my capin' and I'm his first mate." You smiled proudly at your imaginary title. You then got a brilliant idea. "Why don't you go shopping and I go on an adventure with the capin'?" you asked innocently.
Mike face did not change as he grabbed a buggy and put you inside. "Hey! I'm a big girl I don't need to sit in the buggy!" You said rather loudly as your honor as a six-year-old child was offended. "You can't go and I don't trust you not to run off." "That's mean. I wouldn't do it after you told me not to." Mike's eyebrow rose. "Last night was different." Mike deadpanned. "Ok-ok, I get it I can't see the capin'." You folded your legs underneath you and crossed your arms over your chest. "Exactly," Mike smiled softly and ruffled your hair.
You sat there as the shopping trip progressed, plotting how to ditch your uncle and find the capin' all the while. You really loved your uncle. The time for escape presented itself to you as Mike left for the bathroom saying, "I'll be right back. Don't move." As soon as he was out of sight you called out to the nearest shopper.
"Hey!" you called fake distress in your voice. "Ecuse me mister, have you theen my daddy." "Can you not find him?" Fake tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. "No." You let out the most tear jerking sniff you could muster.
"He tol me ta wait 'n he didn't come back." Unleash the puppy dog eyes. "Then it would be a good idea to wait right?" "I been waiting for lots of time and then I sawed hem go past and I called and he didn come." Fake tears were flowing freely from your eyes. "Oh…" he said softly, his eyes becoming misty. 'He's like play dough in my hands.' You internally smirked. "M-mommy and sissy said they were gonna get some p-pizza. I tink they went a Freddy's."
"Then I'll take you there, ok?" You wiped away the fake tears. "Youed do tat for me?" "Of course." You leaned over and hugged the man's torso. "You're da nices man ever." You coated innocence on your smile to mask the pure mischievous glee you were in.
You entered the pizzeria and looked around under the guise of looking for your mom and sister. "Ther they are!" You turned, hugging the man's leg one more time and looking up at him with gratitude. "Tank you so much!" You ran in the general direction of a group of mothers. You slightly turned your head, checking to see if the man had left the building yet. To your dismay it seemed he was waiting for you to find your 'family'.
You searched for a party group, as there were many parties held at such places. You just so happened to find one with a sever lack of adults. You grabbed a party hat that was sitting on an empty table and slipped into the party group. The overworked adults trying to keep the kids calm just assumed that you were a part of the party and usurered you to the table filled with pizza.
When it was time to open presents you slipped past the adults and snuck towards pirate's cove. You pushed the starry purple curtains aside and slipped through the gap your actions had caused. You blinked a few times eyes trying to adjust to the darkness.
You took tiny steps forward, feeling around with you feet as you walked to prevent yourself from slipping. Your eyes finally adjusted and you could take steps without the fear of falling face first. You walked over to a robotic limb that was sticking up right and grabbed your first mates hat. You turned towards the large animatronic fox. "Wakey-wakey capin' it's time to get up." There was no response as you stared at the fox. You took on a dramatic tone as you slipped into your first mate persona.
"Capin' the ship's been invaded, if ye don' get up now we be forced to walk the plank!" The fox's eyes lit up. "Were be those scallywags? I'll keelhaul the lot of 'em!" You smiled slyly. "I was lyin' capin', best to be on ye toes, aye?" "How'd ye get in 'ere wit out me bein' aware?" You shrugged. "I betta' go get the other's up, aye?"
"I not be so sure that be a good idea." "Why no' lass?" "It be the day an' it wouldn' look to good if ye came out." "Nonsense, we can' get up durin' tha day." He swung open the curtains and bellowed, "OI, GET YER ARSE UP FAZBEAR!" A silence washed over the pizzeria like a wave over the sea. "What be goin on 'ere?" He asked turning his head one-hundred-eighty degrees to look at you.
"It's still be the middle o' the day capin'." Foxy turned and looked out into the crowed. "Ye seemed ta be right." Foxy surveyed the area before his eyes locked on to a birthday banner. "So, who be the lucky lad or lass who be havin' a birthday?" The birthday boy that you were hanging out with before stood and raised his hand. "It's my birthday today," he said uneasily. Foxy jumped off of his stage and strode towards the birthday boy's table.
They boy shrank back in his seat as the pirate came closer. "What be yer name ladie?" "It's-umm-my name is Billy." "Billy be a fine name for a lad like you. How old do ye be Billy?" "I'm eight," he said quietly. "Well, my name be Foxy, greatest pirate to ever sail the seven seas, but ye can call me capin'. Ye now be an honorary member o' the great Red Fox." "R-really?" he asked fear of the fox slowly melting into nothingness. "Aye," he answered happily. "(Y/N) bring me ta hat and eight gold coins!" he exclaimed jovially.
You had no idea what the hat was but you decided it must be in the chest like everything else. You quickly shifted trough the piles of fake gold he had and found the hat, grabbing it and eight 'gold' coins you scurried to deliver them to the large fox. "This here be me first mate (Y/N)," he said as you handed him the items.
He looked at you in awe. "You're really a pirate?" he asked. "Aye," you answered not wanting to drop the accent just yet. "And Foxy is really your captain?" "Aye, best capin' ta sail the seas ta date." "COOL!" he exclaimed as he pushed his hat on to his head. "I be bein' ta new blood teach me o' way o' ta pirate!" You all laughed and soon the pizzeria was filled with the laughter of children.
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Mike exited the bathroom to see the car devoid of the child that he had left there. "You sneaky little…" he murmured under his breath, trailing off before he could finish his sentence. He sighed audibly and resumed buying groceries seeing as he knew exactly where you were. 'She wouldn't be able to turn the thing on anyways.'
A loud ring tore him out of his thoughts. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "Hey." "Umm-Mike I wanted to talk to (Y/N), can you please give her the phone?" "No," was Mike's speedy reply. "You can't talk to her right now." "Why not?" Jeremy asked. "Because you just can't" "Mike," Jeremy started uneasily. "What did you do?" "Nothing, she's fine you just can't talk to her." "Mike I know you did something, what did you do?" Jeremy was now yelling into the phone. "I want to talk to my daughter right now!"
"See-ya later Jeremy," Mike removed the phone from his ear. "Mike do NOT hang up on me." "Love you too." "MIKE DON'T YOU FU-" Beep beep beep. Mike resumed shopping like nothing happened as a passerbyer stared at him wondering what in the world that phone call was about.
A/N: I cannot believe it took me this long to update the story. I wasn't happy with his chapter but if I didn't put it out I would have most likely not continued the story, and I like write my stories so that was out of the question. So sorry if the quality went down for this chapter.
Here is a thing that came up in a RP with my sister.
Your mother and father came in very cautiously, as if moving to suddenly would make Mike pounce and try to tear out there thoughts or something equally as messy and painful. "Your place is rather messy," your mother noted, trying to start a conversation. "It's like it hasn't been cleaned since nineteen-eighty-seven." She gave a half hearted laugh.
Your uncle froze and your father pulled your mother in to his chest. "Why did you have to choose that year?" Your father whispered, more to himself than your mother. Mike turned slowly, his eyes even more horrifying than earlier.
"What did you just say?" He asked voice calm and dangerous at the same time. "I- I, well I, umm…" Mike's glare intensified.
"Ididn'tmeantoinsultyourhouse, 'tbeencleanedsincenineteeneightyseven,youknow,tostartaconversationyouknow?" she quickly spouted in fear. Mike's eyes immediately reverted back to normal. "Well that's nice." His eyes changed back to black. "Never mention that year again, got it?" She nodded her head vigorously.
Mike then returned to normal and the story went on. :3