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*Derp running in circles*
Mike: Ah gawd… Anyways, he WOULD like to thank you for your reviews and for the follows. It is seriously making writing this fic more inducing and awesome.
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I was juggling many things in my mind cuz of your reviews. I want to be lazy and type up a 500 word chapter and be like here ya go.
Nah. Imma just try my best and make it as long as I can. Most likely, this chapter will make the fic about 10,000 words in total.
But of course, there are always implications that I left some things out in the last chapter. I dropped Mike's background on y'all and ran away. So, in due Time, his past shall be Revealed.
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Mike: Derp! You have 1899 people who've seen this!
*Faints*
Chapter 6
Chris tapped his hand impatiently on the glass table, unsure of whether to wait or to leave. He was right outside a coffee shop. The sun had just risen and Chris was tired. But of course, who wouldn't be at…
Chris checked his watch, 5:37. Almost opening time. He got up and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out five dollars, but already five dollars was on the table. Chris raised a brow and looked up. Two men stood before him. One wore glasses and had Black hair and brown eyes. The other had a brown beard with brown hair and green eyes.
Chris nodded towards the man with black hair,
"Mark.."
Then the other man,
"Felix.."
The men laughed and sat down at the table. Chris leaned back in his chair and yawned,
"How're you two doin these days?"
Mark sighed and scratched his head,
"I have been better.. How bout…"
Felix cut off Mark,
"Mike? We heard about his absence…"
Chris patted his leg and looked around with squinted eyes. People where all around, sipping on their drinks, laughing, having a good time. The coffee shop had a big sign that said Phil's Coffee, under it was a big red and green umbrella.
Inside were dozens of half awake people receiving and delivering coffee and assortments of beverages.
Chris shook his head,
"Mikes dead."
Mark and Felix looked at each other with surprise. Felix stuttered,
"B-but we heard,"
Chris whispered harshly,
"You heard wrong! They replaced Mike with a damn animatronic."
Mark looked a Chris questioningly,
"Which one?"
Chris rubbed his forehead and grunted,
"A Brown Husky."
Felix held his head,
"damn…"
Chris put his arms on the table and clasped his hands,
"He died about 7 days ago. His replacement was set into play yesterday."
Mark and Felix looked at Chris then each other,
"What do we do?"
Chris shrugged and looked at a Moving car,
"Burn it down."
Mark shook his head and laughed nervously,
"Chris, it ain't as simple as that…"
Chris raised a brow,
"You light a match and throw it in."
Felix tapped the table and bit his lip nervously,
"Mark is right."
Felix looked at chris and bit his thumb,
"Chris, how many animatronics are there?"
Chris shrugged and said nonchalantly,
"4. Why."
Mark sighed and shook his head,
"There are five Animatronics dumbass."
Chris widened his eyes,
"5?!"
Felix nodded and leaned in,
"Chris, do you believe in ghosts?"
-In the Pizzeria-
"MIKE! Stop squirmin, the lad didn't mean it!"
Mike struggled underneath Foxy, his arm held out towards the Husky, for if he had an ability to.
Would-be shitting himself. Mike had two black, pinprick eyes, sort of like when Bonnie was backstage. According to Freddy, it's a state in which they go through an incredible amount of emotions.
Foxy had lessened his grip on Mike when he stopped moving.
"There ya go. Now was tat so-"
Mike suddenly lunged at the Husky. Luckily and for Mikes peril, he instead was grappled by Freddy.
Chica, hearing the commotion, stepped out of the kitchen and sighed impatiently,
"Could we yknow maybe shut Mike up?"
Foxy and Freddy responded,
"Which one?"
Chica held her temple and shook her head,
"Nevermind."
Mike was in one of those professional sleeper holds you'd see a Martial artist use. Fourtunatly he didn't 'Sleep,' so instead it was just a really fucking tight hold. Freddy looked at Foxy and grunted as Mike jolted in his arms,
"What happened?"
Foxy rubbed his hook on the back of his head,
"Well ya see, Mike ere charged out of t hallway at full speed with the lad over dere, way in front o him. I thought for a moment that tey were playing tag so I sorta played along."
Freddy chuckled sarcastically,
"So is that why the room is a mess?"
Foxy swiveled his ears in discomfort and nodded as Bonnie strolled in. The room was in total disarray, chairs were knocked over, Tables were turned, the party hats were strewn about. Speaking of chairs,
"Damnit!"
Bonnie said clutching his knee. He had just taken a fall, alerting the four people. Bonnie looked up and said thinly,
"Mind helping me up?"
Foxy walked over and helped the Bunny up. Bonnie brushed himself off and shook himself. Freddy noticed Mike's sudden stillness. He looked at him and saw that his eyes were trained on the Husky with complete malice. Freddy looked back and whispered,
"what's wrong with him?"
Bonnie sighed and gestured to the scared husky,
"Mike made a straight beeline to him after he came out of the restrooms."
Mike grunted and shook his head. His rage fleeing he chuckled darkly,
"And I would've gotten him too.."
Freddy scowled and jostled Mike,
"And what would've you done with him."
Mike seemed to fade out and back in with a creepy smile,
"Things…"
The Husky held his hands up and slowly walked away. Just before he inched his way into the darkened hallway, Chica bumped into him, causing him to stumble back. Chica crossed her arms and raised a brow,
"Where do ya think you're going?"
The husky stumbled upwards with a silent shrug. Chica frowned and called to Freddy,
"Freddy? Why can't this one speak?"
Freddy, whom was currently struggling with Mike, grunted loudly,
"Having a bit of trouble here Chiks!"
Foxy tapped Freddy and shrugged,
"Me and Bonnie can watch the lad."
Freddy chuckled and stumbled as Mike lunged again,
"I can barely contain him, what makes you think you can-"
Bonnie smiled evily and held up a pair of Pristine Pants. Mike stopped struggling and slack jawed,
"Where'd you get those?"
Bonnie tiptoed away grinning,
"Come and get em Mike."
Freddy yelped in surprise as Mike scrambled away,
"YOU BETTER COME HERE BUGS BUNNY!"
Freddy rubbed his elbow and shook his head,
"Alright what's the problem Chiks?"
Chica held the Husky's jaw. The husky looked down, not wanting to meet anyone's eyes. Freddy walked up to him and looked him up and down,
"He seems alright. Can you speak?"
The husky inadvertedly looked up and shook his head. Freddy grumbled something and nodded,
"Do you know your name?"
Mike came in with an exasperated look on his face and triumph as he held the pants up,
"I have the pants…"
Freddy scoffed and looked back at the Husky,
"Whats your name son?"
The Husky looked up and pointed at his hat. It said of course, Mike.
The REAL mike scoffed and hopped on one foot as he tried to stuff his pants on,
"Sorry asswipe, there is only one of me."
The Husky frowned and looked up at Freddy with a lighthearted shrug. Freddy sighed and patted his shoulder,
"For now, we will call you Doug."
Mike stopped moving as a huge tear was heard. All eyes turned to him as they saw Mike bent over with the biggest hole in his ass they'd ever seen.
Mike sobbed,
"Goddamnit!"
A/N:
Alright! Whew! My thumbs are sore. Hopefully you guys enjoyed this chapter as Much as I did. Really, it was fun to make. Hopefully the humor was enough to lighten the mood.
So, note, that I won't be here July 9th through that whole week. Blame that on the four letter word LIFE. Please also take in the fact that I am slowly running out of ideas. My brain is being fried from the weather.
And another thing, I can't seem to find my computer, so I literally am resorting myself to using a Tablet. So that's why I said my thumbs are sore. Please excuse any errors and mistakes within this context, it is not my technical fault.
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