A/N: Well, this chapter fits my mood perfectly so there you go. Now you all have to suffer with me. XD
I've been sick for awhile now and it feels like someone is stabbing my throat. It hurts so bad. D:
Plus my best friend just left the fandom so...joy.
Now the worst thing to happen, I know. I should stop whining, but it still bums be out.
Huuuuuuhhh.
I hope you like this chapter regardless! It's a little depressing, but I did write this even before I felt like crap so.
Enjoy!
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He was...out. Mike stared at the empty medication bottle, then set it gently on the counter, pulling on his shirt. He then stared at it some more, wondering whether it was worth it or not to go and get more.
"I'll probably be fine," Mike shrugged, turning uneasily away from the bathroom counter, his sister flashing through his mind.
Foxy was in the living room, flat on his stomach, his hook under the couch. When Mike had woken up that night, Foxy had just looked like he'd fallen and didn't bother to get up, falling asleep where he was. Mike didn't want to wake him up at the time, but now, he had no trouble shoving a shoed foot in the foxes face, tapping lightly on his nose. The animatronic open his golden eyes, staring cross-eyed at the black shoe.
"It's time to go," Mike said plainly, turning and grabbing his car keys from the kitchen counter. Foxy laid on the floor for a minute longer, then rolled over and sprung up, following Mike out the door. It was getting a little colder, and Mike could see his breath in the fresh morning's air.
"Hey, Mike?" Foxy asked, scrunched up in the back seat of the car, poking his hook next to Mike. "Wha's that?" he pointed.
"That's the radio." Mike glanced at the robot, then back to the dark road. Reaching over and hitting a button, Foxy jolted in surprise at the sudden sound that came blaring through the speakers. It wasn't loud or anything, but it was loud enough for Foxy, so Mike turned the volume down.
"Ohhhhhhh," a song came through the speakers, and Foxy flicked his ears, cocking his head to the side.
"Wha's that?" Foxy asked again, swishing his tail away from the vibrating speakers.
"Music."
"I know tha'!" Foxy glared at the human, who shrugged. "Wha's the song?"
Mike listened. "I'm waking up to ash and dust. I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust."
"Radioactive," he finally said.
"I'm breathing in the chemicals. Whaaaaaa-ha." Foxy snorted when Mike sang along to that part. "I'm breaking in, and shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus. This is it- the apocalypse. Ohh."The animatronic stared in shock when Mike continued singing as loud as he could.
"I'm waking up- I FEEL IT IN MY BONES! 'Nough TO MAKE MY SYSTEM BLOW. WELCOME TO THE NEW AGE, TO THE NEW AGE. WELCOME TO THE NEW AGE, the new age!" the human drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and Foxy tried not to laugh. This was the first time he had ever seen or heard Mike sing.
"Whaaaaaaa-ohoh. Whaaaaaaa-oh. RADIOACTIVE! RADIOACTIVE!" Mike sang and Foxy laid back down in the back seat, flat on his back, staring at the dark morning's sky through the window.
By the time they made it to the pizzeria, Foxy had hear Radioactive, Diamonds, Shake it Off, and Let Her Go. The animatronic was more used to the kid songs the Fazband always sang, but he like these songs too. In fact, as he walked over to his cove, he hummed the tune to Radioactive as he went. Mike huffed and shook his head, snatching up a list from the counter next to the cash register. He had come to work extra early so he would have time to finish the chores Mr. Charms assigned him.
/
"I haaaaaaaate all of yoooou!" Mike sang as he swept the red and purple tiled floor, using the broom as a microphone, pointing at the stage. Bonnie, Chica and Freddy watched him with amused smiles. "And one day I will ruuuuuule the woooorld and you will buuuurn!"
"Can I sing with you, Mikey?!" Bonnie laughed, not able to move from the stage yet.
"No!" Mike yelled. "I hate yooooooou most of all!" The guard sang, dancing around, not even sweeping anymore. "Bonnie go to helllllll!"
"Okay!" the rabbit said cheerily. "Already on it!"
"Mikey! You should sing 'Wrecking Ball'!" Chica smiled.
"How do you even know that song?!" Mike paused in his 'cleaning' to stare at the chicken.
"...Places..." she said mysteriously, making Mike narrow is eyes at her, before spinning in a quick circle, putting on his best sexy face.
"We clawed we chained our heats in vain; we jumped, never asking whyyy," Mike sung his hips awkwardly around, his face burning red as the animatronics laughed their faces off. "We kissed I fell under your spell; a love no one could deny."
"Sing it!" Bonnie hooted.
"Mr. Schmitt!" Freddy grinned. "May I ask how you know this song?"
"Not important!" Mike pretended his blushing hadn't gotten worse. "I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BAAAAALL!" he suddenly sang at the top of his lungs, changing his broom/microphone into a guitar, slamming his feet in a little jump to add to his dramatic effect. "I NEVER HIT SO HARD IN LOOOOOOVE!"
"ALL I WANTED WAS TO BREAK YOUR WALLS!" Bonnie sang with him, and soon Chica joined in. "ALL YOU EVER DID WAS...BREA-EA-EAK ME!"
"Oi!" Mike scoffed. "That's my song!"
"WREEEEEEECKING BALL!" Bonnie sang even louder, strumming his guitar like a hardcore rock star.
"Now sing 'What Make you Beautiful'!"
"Duh...duh duh...duhduh.." Mike pretended to play an imaginary guitar. "You're insecure! Don't know what for! You're turning heads when you walk through the DOO-OO-OOR!" Mike suddenly looked down at his watch, before glaring at the animatronics on stage and walking away. "It's almost 12:00!" he called, setting the broom in the hall.
Bonnie and Chica looked after him sadly, before glancing at each other, then Freddy, who seemed do be in a relatively good mood tonight. Well...he hadn't seemed to mind when they talked to Mike. "Hey, sir..." Bonnie said timidly, and Freddy cocked his head to acknowledge he heard him. "Can we...uh- maybe not try to kill Mike tonight?"
The bear stared at him with steely blue eyes, and if Bonnie could move his feet at the moment, he would've shuffled nervously.
"No." Freddy finally said, looking forward again. "We're here only to kill the guards."
"I thought we were here to entertain children." Bonnie said bitterly, and Chica's eyes widened. Freddy snapped his gaze over to the rabbit again. The twelve o'clock alarm rang through the pizzeria, and when the animatronics felt their gears loosen up, Freddy immediately took soft, dangerous steps toward the purple animatronic. Chica stepped forwards as well, as if to stop him, but Bonnie sent a warning glance at her.
"We are here," Freddy said softly once he was close enough to touch Bonnie, "to kill the guards. Have you forgotten about that?" the bear reached forward, tapping slightly on his chest. "Are you too human to remember?"
"I'm not a human!" Bonnie hissed back, still shrinking back when Freddy tapped a little harder where his bowtie was. "But why are we doing this? Are you really that afraid of not being in control of everything?"
"That's enough." Freddy growled, but Bonnie continued.
"No! Why are you doing this! You used to be our friend! You used to be our family! But now it's just like..like your not even a stranger! It's worse than a stranger! I don't know you anymore!"
"That's enough." Freddy growled more firmly, getting louder.
"And now you beat up freakin Foxy! Why? You guys used to be such good friends! You hate him now, all because he tried to stop you from destroying our friends?!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Freddy finally snapped, pushing Bonnie to the ground. The rabbit just looked up silently with wide eyes. Freddy stood over him, huffing like an angry bull. "SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON! YOU'RE TOO SIMPLE MINDED!"
"Freddy! Stop!" Chica stepped forward this time, grabbing onto the bears arm, but he shrugged her off angrily and continued on as if he hadn't heard the chicken.
"We were replaced," Freddy hissed, suddenly really quiet. Bonnie looked to the side for a bit as he saw Foxy poke his head out from his curtains, looking panicked. "We were REPLACED!" the bear repeated, stepping closer to the fallen rabbit, making everyone flinch. "No one loved us anymore, but you didn't seem to realize that, did you rabbit?"
"You don't think I knew that?" Bonnie suddenly stood, ready to fight. "Freddy, they took my face! They took my guitar! They took everything from me and locked us into a room for years! I know that!" Bonnie scowled, using his small amount of height he had over Freddy to try and intimidate him. Freddy just scowled back, his eyes dangerous. "I thought we were never going to see the light of day again! But do you know why I stayed positive? Because you wouldn't! I thought through all of that, that at least we would still have you! We lost Goldie, sorta, but we still had you, right? But no, instead you yelled at all of us, ordered us around like we were nothing, tricked us,"
"I never tricked you!" Freddy thundered. "I showed you what humans were really like!"
"NO! They're not all like that!" Bonnie interjected. "That person did bad stuff, to the kids and to us, but not all of them are like that!" 'Like Mike' Bonnie thought, but didn't say it. Mentioning the human would only make the bear angrier. Speaking of Mike, the camera had been on the entire time, and while he couldn't hear through the camera, their voices would certainly carry through the pizzeria.
"That's a lie," Freddy hissed, shoving Bonnie back again, but he didn't fall this time. "You will stay on the stage for the rest of the night. And tomorrow night. If you leave, you will be punished." the bear turned and marched off stage.
"HERE YOU GO AGAIN!" Bonnie shouted after him. "YOU'RE NOT IN CHARGE!"
"YES I AM!" Freddy spun around. "GOLDIE IS DEACTIVATING!" he stomped over to the bathrooms, not looking back again, not even glancing at Foxy.
Silence rang through the pizzeria. The three remaining animatronics looked at each other in shock.
"Goldie is...leaving us?" Chica finally asked quietly.
/
Mike leaned back in his chair, his tablet still viewing the Show Stage. What the hell was all of that about? Golden Freddy? What was that about their 'friends'?
Well...whatever they had been talking about, it hit all of them...hard. Freddy stayed in the bathrooms the rest of the time and the others on the stage. Bonnie, Chica and Foxy didn't talk at all, but they all sat on the stage in a circle, leaning against each other, seeming mournful. It was saddening to see them like this. Wait. Why did Mike care?
It was just...weird to see them like this when they usually were so lively... Anyway, whatever it was, Mike couldn't stand to watch them anymore, so Mike switched off his tablet.
Looking around the office for something to do, his eyes landed on the replica of Chica's cupcake on his desk. He shuttered when it blinked it's large eyes at him, reaching cautiously over and turning it to face the other way. Looking around again, and tried to switch the fan off. There was no switch, but that only made him more curious. He bent down, unplugging the fan. It took a lot of pulling (more than normal) but it finally stopped spinning. Immediately, the room got hotter and hotter, so he plugged it back in.
"Mr. Schmitt!" Mike jumped when he heard Freddy at his right door, quickly pressing the button. The door slid shut and Freddy peered in through the window. Oddly enough, his eyes were glowing blue instead of the endoskeleton-thingy.
"What." Mike deadpanned, spinning his chair to face the window.
"Don't unplug the fan. Turn the cupcake around." he ordered, tapping on the glass like Mike was an animal in the zoo.
"Why?" Mike scrunched up his nose, and Freddy narrowed his eyers. "So I can lose more power?"
"Shut it." Freddy growled, reminding the guard of the argument he and Bonnie had. "No one's going to attack you tonight. Turn the cupcake around or it will get mad." he stared at Mike expectingly. Mike glanced uneasily at the pink cupcake.
"Will it really get mad?"
"Yes."
"What will it do?"
"Nothing, but then Chica will get mad."
"What will she do?"
"Probably take it on stage."
"Then?"
"Mr. Charms will take one of her cupcakes and fire you for letting her have it."
"...I don't know why I want to keep this job." Mike reached over, turning it back around. It actually did seem kind of mad. It followed Mike's path with it's eyes when he leaned back in his chair. It looked like it was glaring at him.
"Why do you stay here?" Freddy questioned, looking genuinely curious, though his voice sounded flat. "You're ruining everything."
Mike didn't know how to respond to that.
/
"Foxy." Mike called, poking his head into the Pirate's Cove. The fox was laid stretched across his ship. Laying lengthwise, he could touch both sides of the small prop. The animatronic was face down, his tail lying limp off the side. He didn't acknowledge Mike. "Foxy," the human called again, tapping the side of the wood. The shrieks of the kids were muffled because of the curtains, but they were still loud, and it only seem to depress the fox more.
"Hey, Foxy." Mike grabbed onto his mechanical tail, swishing it back and forth. Usually, Foxy would have slashed at him but the robot did nothing more than pull it out of his grasp, not moving otherwise. "What's wrong?"
Mike sighed and climbed onto the ship, which wasn't that hard, sitting cross legged next the the fox's head. "Foxy?" Mike asked softly, surprised with himself. Why was he being so gentle with the animatronic?
"Wha'?" the robot finally said. Mike debated on asking him what was wrong, but it seemed the fox was in no mood to answer, so instead, he tapped the side of the hollow ship.
"It's time to go, you coming?" At first, Foxy didn't move, but then he slowly dragged himself up, leaping off his ship and ducking out of his cove without even checking to make sure no kids were watching. They both walked over to the hall, and Mike called a goodbye to Abby over his shoulder.
They dug all the crates out from in front of the 'backdoor', pushing them back into position when they were on the outside. In the car, Foxy curled up in the backseat, closing his eyes. Mike sighed. Foxy's mood was started to affect him. And Mike hadn't felt very good ever since he woke up. Not like, sick. Just...worn out and queasy.
Mike didn't bother turning the radio on, so the car ride was quiet. When they arrived at the apartments, Foxy trudged up the stairs with no bounce as he usually did. Mike didn't know whether he would rather be at the pizzeria right now or at his apartment. It just seemed so...empty right now.
Foxy went to his substitute for his cove and Mike sat on the couch, staring at the blank television Today was Sunday. He had worked at Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria for two weeks. And he had only made $120. God, wasn't he pathetic. Couldn't even make minimum wage.
Mike groaned, laying sideways on the couch, still starting at his blank TV. He stayed like that for a few minutes, then rolled to his feet, walking over to his kitchen. He grabbed some beers from his fridge, then moved back to the couch, slouching down.
He stayed like that for hours, staring at the blank TV., drinking beers. After awhile, everything felt fuzzy and disconnected. Mike whined a tired, low whine, throwing his half-full beer on the floor, burying his face into his pillow. It was then, he realized: he should've gotten more medicine. Too late now.
A/N: ….Stuff's going dooooown. And this is where everything starts happening!
Well, after that, let's have a nice, friendly add-on! Yay!
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"Foxy! Let's go!" Mike called, hovering by the front door, keys in hand. "Where are you?!"
"I don't want to go tonight! I want to stay here!" Foxy's voice sounded muffled, and the male tried to pinpoint where he was.
"Well too bad! You're going! I'm pretty sure you're the only thing that keeps Bonnie from killing me!" Mike scowled, setting his keys on the table and stomping to the back of his apartment.
He finally tracked the fox down to under his bed and dragged him out kicking and screaming. Foxy had torn up more of his carpet and Mike cringed but pushed him toward the door.
"We're gonna be late!" Mike shoved him out the door and all the way down the stairs, much to the animatronic's displeasure. Halfway to the car, Mike realized he forgot his keys.
"Ugh! Go hide somewhere while I go back up and get my keys. Make sure no one sees you!" Mike hissed at him and trudged back to his apartment. Foxy watched him go, a smirk on his face. He held up the fist he had clenched by his side and opened it, revealing Mike's keys, which he had managed to snag. Operation Sail the Ship was a go.
/
First thing Foxy did was lock the doors. He sat in the front seat, stooping down so his head didn't hit the roof. He sat in the silent car, trying to figure out how to start it. He copied Mike and dug through all the keys on the keychain for the car key, jabbing it into the ignition. Surprisingly, it fit, and Foxy tried to turn it.
The car sputtered to life and as soon as Foxy was sure it was on, he let go. The shaking car made him nervous, but the fox was determined, so he tried to remember what Mike did next. He grabbed the lever that Mike always maneuvered around and pulled, but nothing happened. He jiggled it around, getting frustrated, when his foot hit one of the pedals on the floor. Startled, Foxy forgot about the lever.
He placed one foot on each pedal and pressed down at the same time. He felt something in the car clench down with one pedal, but the car roared when he pressed the other. Foxy immediately brought his feet up when the car started growling, scared that someone had heard.
Trying again, he pressed his foot to the pedal that caused no noise, and felt the car clench up again.
"This is confusing," Foxy muttered to himself, and he wondered if he could actually do it. But then he remembered he was the best pirate captain around! He could drive any ship he pleased!
Pressing his foot to the pedal again, he pulled the lever as hard as he could, yelping when it actually moved. There were small, rapid clicks as it slid back, and Foxy let go of both the lever and the pedal in his alarm.
The car slowly started to move backward even more to Foxy's alarm. His eyes wide, he glanced through the front window at the parking space he was moving away from. Becoming determined and excited he was actually doing something, he grabbed the steering wheel with his good hand, resting his hook at the top.
Pressing his feet down on both of the pedals again, the same thing happened as before. The car lurched to a stop and Foxy let go, only to press the pedals again. And again, the car lurched to a stop. The animatronic let go of the brake, as he finally recalled Mike calling it, and pressed the other pedal. The car moved backward at a rapid pace, and Foxy turned his head around, seeing the concrete coming up fast. He turned the wheel to the right, and the car veered sharply to the left. Now facing open parking lot, he pressed the brakes again, quickly stopping.
He placed his foot on the brake again, and pushed the lever the other way, hoping something different would happen.
"Forward!" Foxy screeched, and placed his foot on the gas pedal. The automobile roared forward, the tires shrieking on the asphalt. Foxy screamed as the car picked up speed, and soon he was flying over the ground. Looking out the window, he saw Mike standing on the sidewalk in shock.
"I'M DRIVING A SHIP!"
"FOXY! STOP! TURN! DO SOMETHING!" the human yelled, running after the car, waving his arms. Foxy squinted at him, confused, before he turned back around to see the rapidly approaching apartment complex. Panicking, he turning the wheel to the side again, and the car pitched to the side.
Instead of pressing on the brakes, like he should have, Foxy screeched and hit the gas. He hadn't meant to, he just panicked, and once more he was shooting along the parking lot. Mike took off after the car, hoping to catch up. He trailed behind by a long shot, but Foxy suddenly gained sense just as he was nearing another wall and pressed the brake. The animatronic heard a thud, and turned his head around, scared that Mike would be right behind him or something. He was not.
Foxy kept his foot on the brake, and pulled the lever back and forth until he could take his foot off the brake without the car moving. Shakily, he climbed out of the car, only to see Mike on the ground behind the car.
"Mike!" Foxy screeched, running to him. "OH GOD I KILLED HIM!"
"Shut up! The neighbors are gonna wake up!" Mike hissed, reaching out for Foxy.
The animatronic stared at him wide eyed before he screamed again and ran to the other side of the car for cover, staring through the car windows at Mike, who stood and glared at him.
"I'm not dead smart one! I just ran into the car when you stopped!" Mike trudged his way over to him, and Foxy lowered his eyepatch mournfully, knowing he was in trouble.
"So...I'm grounded?" Foxy guessed.
"Oh, yeah."
"...Okay."
"But instead of sending you to my room, because I know you'd like to hide out, I'm gonna make you...go to the pizzeria, and stand on the stage and sing Barbie Girl to everyone for the whole night." Mike grinned evilly, and Foxy shivered.
"...I guess I deserve that."
"Yeah, ya do. Get in the car."
Foxy sighed as Mike opened the back door for him, climbing in. Mike sat in the front seat, checking over everything, marveling that none of his neighbors had come to see what all the noise was about.
"Mike."
"What Foxy."
"I've never actually driven a ship before."
"...You don't say?"
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A/N: Hahaha, Foxy regrets so much. If you don't know what the song Mike is making Foxy sing is, then just go search Barbie Girl song...or don't. That might be better.
Anyway, I haven't said this in a chapter or two, but thank all of you. Anytime I'm upset I just get a new review that makes me laugh my head off. And to those of you that have followed or favorited or just read this far, thank you!
Guest Reviews:
-i really appreciate it if you could ship them if you don't thats fine
Okay, well, I already said I wouldn't ship them in this, BUT! If you really want it that bad (and this is for all of you Foxy x Mike shippers) I do have some oneshots called Mishaps at Freddy's. This story is never mentioned in any of them, but I could type up some Foxy x Mike for you guys! I don't have it up now, but I can get it soon.
-I'm laughing at the shower ordeal...Please let Mike actually clean him properly at some point. I want the other animatronics to be jealous of his cleanliness and wonderful smell.
Yes, because Chica would pull her feathers out trying to figure out why he smells so good, and Bonnie would cry eternally in the closet knowing he could never be as fabulous, and Freddy would probably not care or slap Mike for giving him apple shampoo. XD But seriously, Foxy needed a bath badly. Poor fox.
-"Let me be clear, there will be no more Mike x Foxy"
Hah, jokes on you, the entire thing is Mike x Foxy IN MY MIND. You can't stop me.
Moxy is the most powerful ship, even the haters know it to be true deep in their hearts.
Haha, then ship on! Btw, I don't hate this ship, I just...don't ship it. XD
-Aww! This is super cute even though this isn't a Mike x Foxy story! All the time I see that pairing when it centers on Mike and Foxy! Nice job! Update soon! Keep it up!
XD Are you disappointed it isn't? It's a common ship, just like the Marionette x Jeremy!
-I am enjoying the guest reviews, the add-on, and the actual story.
~A (random) human being
'It was Mike's fault for Volunteering' covering every aspect of the story since...I posted it. Lol. But seriously, thank you!
*grins* Foxy and Mike playing video games. And Foxy BEATS HIM. :)
Oh, you are evil! Haha, Mike would die knowing Foxy was actually better at something than him! Gold!
-I want a Foxy that smells like green apple living in my apartment ;w;
Who wouldn't?!
I hope Mr Charms catches on fire! But it might not hurt him. That ending to the add on was just major Lols
I'm so glad ya liked that idea XD
Ok here's the second idea plus another one!
Foxy was on the couch watching TV and Mike was taking a nap, Foxy's ears pick up a sound that no one else could hear in this building. He goes to the window and look out to see a little pug barking at him from another apartment (it's window and Foxy's were closed) Foxy curious wondering why it's making that noise at him tries to do the same but it came out different (since he's a fox) he gets the hang of it and keeps barking (or some noise) at the dog while it dose the same.
Mike slowly wakes up and still half asleep wonders when the hell he got a dog, then he hears Foxy yell something at the dog and then starts barking again. Mike quickly gets up and sees Foxy barking or whatever at a dog in another building. He tries to get him away from the window not wanting him to be seen, well knowing Foxy he won't go out with a fight!
In the other building a old lady sees her dog barking and Is wondering why? She looks to the other building window, but her being somewhat blind she only sees a red blob she reps her dog to quit barking at the other then grabs her glasses that was hanging on her shirt and puts them on. She looks back t the now not red blob to see a giant red fox looking thing on the window with its claws and hook barking at the other dog while a man is trying to pull it away. The fox stops and then smiles (a foxy smile is the best smile XD) and waves with its one hand. The lady passes out an before see dose she says to her self, she needs more sleep.
Welp there ya go! Ok and this is a short one.
Mike takes Foxy into the woods and Foxy sees a bunny for the first time and thinks its Bonnie, (he told him he wanted to be a real bunny sometimes) he is upset now knowing Bonnie could no longer talk and has a family.
XD there ya go!
Plus one! Yes! Oh my God all of your ideas are amazing and I love them and I will write them forever! I can't get these out soon enough! I NEED TO SWITCH TO HYPER DRIVE! D:
-Mangle
This is perf! I LOVE this story!
I have been visited by Mangle! Yes! Thank you!
I'm gonna get all these chapters up as soon as I can and start tackling the many add-on ideas I got while I'm at it!
By the way guys, I hope you all have a nice summer! (It's summer where I am anyway so ya...) But this means that I can hopefully get chapters up even quicker! Yes!