"Mike? Are ye comin' or na'?" Foxy shouted down the hall towards the office, his voice bouncing off the walls.

"Yeah I'm on my way." Mike replied, poking his head out of the doorway. Foxy walked towards him, a small grin on his face.

"We don'ave all day Mike," The vulpine linked his arm with the guard's. "Com'on. Ev'ryone's waitin' fer us."

Mike's face reddened noticeably. "Alright.. I'm just not too sure about this.."

"Ye'll be fine Mike." The vulpine kissed the human's cheek quickly before tugging on his arm gently.

The dark-haired human faked a stumble and smiled at the red vulpine.

"We really shouldn'ave been late in tha firs' place."

"Yeah yeah.. Let's just head over, alright?" Mike glanced down at his watch, the dial reading 1:25.

"Ye ready fer this, Mike?"

"I... I suppose." Mike dragged a little behind Foxy, his arms at his sides having slipped one from his boyfriend's grip.

Foxy turned around and cocked his head slightly. His smile faded slightly as he walked over to the man. "Ev'rythin' alright, lad?"

Mike's eyes had begun to tear up slightly. "Something feels really off right now... like we're forgetting something... or someone.."

"Don' worry 'bout it lad. Ev'ryone's in th' dinnin' area."

"Alright... I guess..." Mike took Foxy's hand and walked towards the dinning area with him.

"Happy Birthday, Mike!" The three other partially yelled, their voices trembling slightly.

Mike blushed and looked down at his hand-me-down black suit. Chica ran over and hugged Mike in such a bear hug that she lifted him from the ground, laughing gently all the while. Mike's blush turned to a bright smile as he was spun around.

As soon as he was put back down he turned to Foxy, "I thought this was going to be a formal party..."

"Ye c'n go change lad, we'll wait."

"Are you sure? I've already made you guys wait long enough."

"It's alright, Mike," Freddy's low voice interjected. "Go change, Chica's cake is still being pieced toge-" Chica's hand came crashing down over Freddy's mouth, but not with enough force to actually cause him pain.

"Alright. Five minutes tops." Mike said as he turned around to jog off towards the office.

"I'll wait fer ye here lad." the vupine called after him. Mike waves back to signal he heard him.

Creaking and moaning echoed through the halls and a loud smash richochetted off the walls as the rusted golden suit plummeted to the ground from the old shelf. Mike slowly pushed the door to the storage room open and looked around until his eyes came to rest on the empty sockets of the suit on the floor. Mike sighed softly before moving to pick the suit up. "Who knocked you over..?" He questoined the empty suit.

He began to lift the suit with both of his arms wrapped around its waist for support. He grunted as he turned to lay the suit on the table behind him. Mike took a step forward as he laid the suit down slowly. Once the suit was laid flat, Mike stepped back to make sure it wouldn't fall again. He looked around the table and saw no defects to its structure. Mike turned around and began to head for the storage room door, but a loud crash made him spin around on his heel.

The suit had fallen from the table and propped itself up against the wall, its head tilted away from the concrete structure, facing the man. Mike took a step back in surprise and the uneasy feeling that the sockets that once held glass eyes were following him flooded over his being. He stood there in shock and the head of the golden suit seemed to turn to look at Mike.

Mike's breath hitched as a chill ran down his spine.

It didn't move... It. Didn't. Move.

He tried to reassure himself. An overwhelming sense of dread washed over him as he stood paralyzed in fear. The empty black sockets stared back at him, and everything seemed to stand still for a few moments until a black, almost oil like substance began to flow from the eyes in what seemed to be a stream of tears. The security guard gasped sharply and turned on his heel, bolting for the door. The otherwise motionless suit slowly raised an arm, as if trying to ask Mike to wait, but the security guard never saw the motion, instead immediately slamming the closet door shut and bolting it to keep it closed, panting heavily.

The suit had emitted a feeling of dread and deathly ideals. Mike wanted to be as far away from it as he could be. Mike's eyes flew open as he realized he'd been daydreaming in a very demented state as he got changed. He slipped on his sandals and jogged back to the dining area.

"Welcome back ladie!" Foxy half shouted, his words slightly slurred.

Mike walked over to stand next to his lover who draped his arm over his shoulders. Mike kissed the vulpine's cheek, who replied with a small hiccup.

"Foxy's not drunk is he?" Mike asked, a little worried as to how that was possible.

"Why'd ye have to leave us, Mikey?" Foxy's drunken breath reached Mike's nose. He stiffled the smell and put an arm around the fox, making sure he stayed upright.

"He's been like this since you left. He decided he'd have just one drink; which turned into "just one more." Bonnie said, concern obvious in his voice.

"Why did you have to leave?" Foxy's voice suddenly lost the usual pirate accent.

"I was only gone for a few minutes," Mike turned to Bonnie and Chica. "How many did he have?"

"Four. One for each minute you were gone." Chica said.

"Sorry guys, I'm gonna have to take Foxy back to the office so he can rest," Mike said as the red vulpine began to slump slowly to the floor. Mike glanced at his watch; 1:35 am. "He might be out for the rest of the night."

The others nodded to Mike and he began to lead Foxy to the office. Foxy's steps swung slightly from side to side and Mike tried to match his rythm with longer strides to make more progress.

As they reached the office, Foxy stood suddenly and took Mike's chin in his palm. Mike looked into his eyes for a few moments before Foxy closed the distance and kissed Mike.

Mike pulled away after a few seconds, blushing slightly. "You're drunk, Foxy."

"Doesn't mean I can' kiss ye."

"You need to rest for now. We'll do other stuff later; just the two of us."

"Ye promise?" The fox inquired as Mike laid him down behind the desk.

"I promise." Mike replied as he took off his jacket and rolled it up to form a makeshift pillow for the drunken fox.

"Alright lad, I'll be back in a few minutes..." The fox mumbled as he drifted off.

Mike returned to the dining area to find the others at a table closer to the center of the room.

"Should we wait for Foxy?" Chica asked in a slightly hushed voice.

"Probably. We don't want to disappoint him. Sorry Mike... about Foxy." Bonnie said.

"Don't be. He's sleeping soundly right now. Though I agree. We should probably wait." Mike replied, his thoughts still with the sleeping fox.

"Chica, what are you going to do with the pizza?" Freddy asked.

"Put it in the fridge under the cake and next to the salad. I'll warm them back up in the oven when Foxy comes to." Chica said, resting a hand gently on Bonnie's shoulder.

Hey, sorry this chapter took so long to get out. Thanks for being patient everyone. Your reviews have been amazing so far; thank you for those as well.