"What do you mean they used to try and kill you?!" Doll shouted, and Mikey flinched. He was still jumpy from the night where he had been royally fucked, in both the body and mind as he was stuffed into a suit. Since then, he couldn't touch anything metal, whether it be a toaster or car door, without remembering the clamping of braces on his arms and legs, the coolness he'd felt brushing over his skin. He hadn't meant to tell her about it, but he rambled on about his first week, and it slipped out by accident.

"Well, they were malfunctioning at the time, so I fixed them!" He replied, and Doll rubbed her temples in frustration, and Mikey knew he should have told her earlier, but he was afraid, scared that she would make him quit, and all of his friends would be out of his reach.

"And they didn't say anything about this to me, why?" She asked, and Mikey laughed bitterly at the question.

"Do you really think they wanted to tell anyone about what they'd been doing?" He shot back, and she sighed.

"I suppose that makes sense," She mumbled, before putting on her light blue coat. "Now come on, you told me you made reservations at this fancy restaurant, so let's go!" She exclaimed, and Mikey smiled and followed her out the door. It was true, about the reservation, and he'd even taken a day off his day job. He got in the car, ignoring the paranoia and panic at being in an enclosed metal space, and drove away.


7:00pm


God, she was beautiful.

That was the only though Mikey had as he watched Doll run out of the car, squealing in excitement about how her friends had talked to her about the restaurant he'd picked up and she couldn't believe he was taking her here. She wore a dark blue dress that fit with her light blue coat perfectly, and it sparkled in the sunset with her red rimmed glasses and maroon eyes that shined. Her hair was down, something he didn't see often, and the light brown streaks that highlighted the dark hairs wonderfully swayed as she walked, and for a moment he felt self conscious about his looks, with his drab green sweater and black slacks with a green beanie on his head. Then, she pulled him by the hand, kissing him on the cheek, and he flushed bright red, smiling wide as he was practically dragged to the restaurant. He went up to the hostess.

"One reservation for Mikey and Doll, please," He told her, and the woman nodded, before looking up at him and frowning. She took them to their seats, and commented on his beanie.

"You'll have to take off your hat sir," She said, and Mikey felt his blood run cold. He couldn't! Doll stared at him worriedly when he sat down, and he slowly took his beanie off after the lady left. No one noticed, and Mikey visibly relaxed.

It's going to be fine. You're just going to eat and leave.

He looked at the menu nervously, trying to divert his attention to the meal, and was thinking about pasta, or pizza.

Any pizza besides Chika's would pale in comparison to what I'm used to.

He couldn't eat the rabbit or chicken dishes, he wouldn't be able to look at Bonnie or Chika if he did, so he looked to the burgers and steaks.

Why the hell do they have a bear burger?!

His thoughts were interrupted by a man coming to their table.

"Hello, I'm Dale, and I'll be your server for tonight. Would you like something to drink?" He asked, looking at Doll first, and she ordered a glass of red wine. When the waiter looked to him, however, he did a double take at the scars. "Sir, do you need help reading the menu? We do offer picture menus for handicaps. Your assistant could help you," The man said kindly and slowly, like he was talking to child, and Mikey felt his ears burn in embarrassment.

And this is why I hate going out to eat.

He hadn't said anything, and the waiter looked like he was about to say something, when Doll stood up out of her seat roughly, knocking the chair over and she glared at him, absolutely red in the face with how livid she was. She slapped him hard across the face.

"How DARE you assume that my boyfriend, Mikey, is a handicap! You ASS!" She shouted, and Mikey was surprised at the tears that fell down her cheeks, pride filling his chest as he realized that she had learned to yell like that from him. Other people had noticed Doll's outburst, and staff were rushing over to fix the predicament.

"Ma'am, please sit down, be-"

"NO! Not until this sorry excuse for a man apologizes for calling my boyfriend a handicap!" She screamed, and the person talking to her stepped back in fear. The manager walked in.

"Ma'am, please, we apologize for the mix-up. It was an obvious misunderstanding, that did have some reason behind it. Sit down, and we'll give you both a free meal to make up for the assumption," He said calmly, but Doll didn't seem to hear the last part, maroon eyes burning red as she shook in rage.

"Reason behind it?! So this is about his scars then?! You discriminating bastard! Come on Mikey, I don't want to taste a single bite of this place's wretched food. Let's go!" She bellowed, and Mikey immediately complied, but as he left, he whirled around, having to put in his two cents.

"For the record, I can read just fine!" He shouted as he walked out the door. Doll still looked angry, and if he thought she was beautiful before, well, she was absolutely stunning now, her frazzled hair and adorable glare causing him to chuckle. She turned to face him.

"What's so funny, huh?!" She yelled, and he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her in for a hug.

"You're cute when you're angry," He replied, and her shaking stopped as she hugged him back.

"How do you deal with it? The stares and assumptions?" She whispered, and he simply laughed.

"I got used to it," He said, even though it was a lie, because he still hated the way people would scan his scars as soon as they saw them, never caring if he got uncomfortable. He hated the misunderstandings, the way people would judge him just because of his scars.

Doll didn't though.

That was all that mattered.

"Let's just go to McDonald's or something. At least then we won't have to worry about dumbasses and jerks," She grumbled, and he kissed her on the head softly, and he knew somewhere in a past life he must have saved the world to deserve a girl like her.

"Anything you want," He said, because he would climb Mt. Everest, swim across the ocean, and walk until his feet bled for her.

He would do anything.


10:00pm


Doll fumed silently at the thought of their waiter at the restaurant. How dare people treat Mikey that way! It wasn't fair! Mikey's words washed over her.

I got used to it.

That was a lie, and they both knew it, because people who were used to it wouldn't flush in utter embarrassment and shame, unable to say a word in reply to blatant discrimination.

He was trying to make me feel better.

Yet, all that did was make her worry! What if she hadn't been there? Would he have just sat there silently until the man went away? Mikey didn't deserve that kind of treatment, not from anyone. She sighed, watching tv as she waited for him to get ready for work. Her resolve hardened as he yelped when he touched the cool metal of the doorknob.

"You're taking me to your work tonight," She said firmly, and Mikey gaped at her.

"Bu..but you have school!" He exclaimed, and Doll snorted.

"I just got on break, and even if I wasn't, I'd be going anyway," She said, and Mikey sighed.

This is going to be one of those nights, isn't it.

"C'mon Mikey! Let's go!" Doll called, and Mikey sighed again.

Yep.


11:00pm


Freddy walked around, pacing back and forth as his thoughts went to Mikey. He knew he was overreacting, but he couldn't help but worry ever since the incident with the thugs. Had they escaped? Were they going after Mikey? The thoughts plagued him, and he nearly fell over in relief when Mikey's car came into view. He tilted his head in confusion, however, when he saw Doll accompanying the night guard.

"-ow Doll, but just don't judge them too harshly," Mikey's voice was finally heard as the door opened, but Doll just huffed and crossed her arms. Freddy waved, and Doll's irritated face turned into a kind one, as she smiled softly at Freddy. Turning to Mikey, he watched as she used her charm on him.

"Mikey? Why don't you go get some in the rest. You look tired," She said sweetly, but Freddy heard a demanding edge to it. Mikey didn't, but he nodded anyway, yawning and walking down the hallway. As soon as he was out of sight, Freddy felt his bowtie be pulled so hard he bent over to see the burning red eyes of Doll. "Get the others out here," She growled, voice sending shivers up his endoskeleton, and Freddy complied, ears burning in embarrassment at the fact that he was scared of a human.

But damn, did the woman look terrifying.

Five minutes later, every animatronic, including Goldy, who Doll regarded much softer than she did the rest of them, was in the dining hall. "Okay, so Mikey let it slip that you guys used to try to kill him," She began, and everyone flinched, Freddy stiffening.

How do you let something like that slip out?!

"So~," Doll, continued, arms and legs crossing as she sat on one of the tables in the room. "Tell me everything."

Freddy's mind went blank. Everything?!

Fuck.


12:00am


Freddy is such a worrywart! ;} This is just part one, so be patient, k?