I'm sorry bros. I wanted to post a chapter notification and say that I was done. I tried and indoubiatly failed.

I cant just leave y'all hanging. So I will hopefully post this chapter and it will how you say,

"Satisfy you until I come back"

Personally I would like to thank the reviews that you guys gave me to revive me from that Guest…

*Shudders* That was a horrid day.

Mike: Yeah, no kidding. Derp here wouldn't shut up for about an hour. Threw his tablet, unbuckled his chair out the window.

I got them back! And technically you're supposed to be "Rehearsing"

*Walks out flipping off Derp.*

Yeah well

Chapter 11

"-Fuck me…"

Mike said thoughtfully. How long had it been since he played guitar? 20 years? Give or take. Bonnie who was now Freddy and Freddy who was relaxing in Foxy's cove, were taking this so called deal very seriously.

Mike was given Bonnie's prized possession and Bonnie received Freddy's prized possession.

All for a day of course. Today, Mike was supposed to be the role of Bonnie. And since Mike didn't thoroughly like Bonnie, it was going to be that much strenuous to actually inherit the role. The thing he was NOT looking forward to was being Chica.

She was the lone person who could get off the stage and serve people food. But from last nights encounter with the Kid Kind. He was about ready to hop on the nope train. Pun Intended.

Thoughts of all this deal nonsense pushed aside, Foxy had taken thought to it last night and sorta, "Talked," it over with Doug and Freddy. Mike would have to play the role of Foxy if he said yes.

The thought made him both cringe an want to jump out a window. But of course, he would have to worry about the invisible freaking forcefield.

It had taken Mike some time to find a spot of where he could just stare outside. And currently. None.

It would be nice just to take a step outside and walk back in, But, things are complicated. And as always, Mike was kept under watch. And by kept under watch,I mean key, jail cell and throw the key down a shitty toilet.

No escape.

So best intentions of escaping this place shoved brutally down his throat, Mike had it in his right mind to slowly favoring the deal. It was good both ways it seemed. Mike would have a chance of scaring the bejesus out of the fazgang a the furries would be able to switch places with each other.

Which was fucked up in so many levels.

Stiffening as if someone shoved a cork up his ass, Mike watched as Chris strolled in.

He wobbled and shook as he walked too, like he'd taken a shot to many. Probably so, because one minute he was slowly walking, the next he was sprinting towards the nearest bucket.

Most likely a hangover. Vomiting sounds drifted down the hallways as minutes flew by. Oh to be drunk and forgetful. Probably by now, Mike would have to by out the whole damn pub just to drown out the memories.

He'd done it a few days during working here. Just coming in with a headache and trying to stay alive. Could it be called idiocy? No. It was just something to calm Mike and his temper that would flare when he had no booze.

Chris came back in looking more awake and alive. Today for an odd reason, he wasn't wearing his usual blue janitorial suit.

Today he had on a dark red shirt with tan khakis on. He wore long white socks and blue canvases. His hair was unkempt and all over the place and his eyes, which normally held the joy of cleaning the wretched restaurant, were dull and glassy.

Mike seemed to know that look to well. It was the look of someone who'd lost something and or someone. That would explain the drunken state.

But who could've chris lost? He had a girlfriend, last mike checked. Maybe her?

Mike then caught himself staring at Chris who was in turn staring back. Both "Men" locked gazes for what seemed like years.

Chris's attention snapped to the door as Mr. Fazbear walked in. Today Fatass was wearing a Plaid red and green suit. It caused Mike to ponder of why he was wearing..

"Merry Christmas Chris!"

Wait. What?! Mike stiffened so tightly the he was pretty sure something popped. Was it that time other season already? Jesus. How long had he been here? A month? A week? Last he checked it was seven days!

Bonnie screamed silently with excitement,

"We get really popular in this time of the year."

Mike wasn't listening. It was like someone had dropped ten tons of shit on him and walked away. His thoughts were turned squarely on the person he tried to care for… his mother.

Mr. Fazbear presented Chris with a small present and slapped him on the back,

"Happy holidays boy!"

Chris smiled and nodded.

"To ya to Faz.."

Charles looked at Chris in solemn,

"You are thinking about Mike aren't you."

Chris gave a brief nod and looked back up to the bunny.

Who was currently shitting what seemed bricks. Mike held the guitar firmly as the first of the kids came in.

Another Day at Freddy's.

-Time Skip, Halfway through the day-

Mike strummed the final tune to We wish you a merry Christmas and smiled fairly as Bonnie waved a t the kids,

"Happy Holiday's!"

There was no snow outside form some reason though. Was it hot? Normally, Mike thought, there is snow during December. God, he totally breezed through November. How many days had he been here?

It was like it was at the tip of his tounge. He couldn't reach it though.

Chica stepped of the stage as Bonnie and Mike deactivated. She started handing out little Christmas treats and candies.

One kid took 2 cookies, causing a total meltdown from another kid who wanted that ONE cookie.

Then it seemed that all hell broke loose. Chica tried to smile and keep the children quiet by quickly getting as many cookies as she could. To Mike it seemed, it was like he'd seen his before as Chica handed the food to the crying children.

Mike slowly looked out the door and gazed fearfuly as what seemed like a shimmering purple charger pulled up. A man with deadly white eyes stepped out and looked around. The shimmering stopped and Mike saw immediately that it was Mr. Fazbear.

It was something that caused mike to want to just Forget. An increasing feeling of dread came through him as Charles stepped in with a huge grin.

It was so familiar, so fucking mind boggling that Mike felt his head about to pop. So be dropped the thought and activated as Chica stepped on stage.

Another song to calm the children. Another horrid day to be him.

-Time skip, End of day 12:00-

Bonnie was already inside the office and Freddy had taken his place. But right now, Mike could care literally less about Bonnie. He took a step off the stage and made a surge towards the doors. He had to take a look at what it looked like outside.

He pressed his hands against the glass and peered outside. The grass was a pale tan and the trees had barely any leaves on them. Then Mike remembered chris and his Khakis. Goddamn the dude was like stone.

It must've been like 30 degrees outside and the man was wearing a short sleeve.

Dumbass.

Mike pushed himself off the window and breathed. He had to find out why day it was. He had to.

He looked to his left and saw the light to the office shimmer. Not to mention the creepy overhead light that was at the entrance to the hallway. He had stared at it for so long he hadn't noticed doug and Foxy beside him till to late.

Did it scare him half to death? Oh the would have been what he wished for. By now, he should've gotten used to the sudden appearances to the fazgang but, scared him nonetheless.

Foxy put his hook under his chin and said lowly,

"What r ya doin Mikey?"

Mike signed and pointed briefly down the lone hallway,

"I need to find out what day it is and Ol Bonnie has the only way to tell that."

Foxy grinned as Doug made certain motions,

"Doug ere is right. How bout I distract him and when he least expects it ye jam his doors?"

Mike pursed an eyeless brow,

"Jam the doors? How do I do that?"

Doug handed Mike a jar of literal jam as Foxy sighed with a light chuckle,

"Ye jam the doors lad."

Mike laughed evilly as foxy shook his legs. He took the jam and was ready for the, "Plan." Freddy peeked out from the curtains and chucked when he saw the jam in Mikes hands,

"Oh so you cheat for me, but for bonnie.."

He said no more as Foxy took off in a mad dash.

Currently, Bonnie was in full alert mode after not being able to find Mike. Of course Chica had found him, but if Mi!e were to actually use his… ability…

Ears twitching as he heard the sound of Foxy and his footsteps, Bonnie placed a hand on the door button and tried to find mike as his power went down to 74%.

Little and unknown to Bonnie, Mike cheated a little and stopped down beside the door so when he door came up and the light turned on, which they both did. He could slather some Jam on and finally over take Bonnie.

Bonnie pressed the light switch and upon seeing nothing, turned to see Chica siting in the window. He slammed the door button and took a breath. All the while Mike had taken his position as soon as he saw the tablet go up.

Bonnie flipped up the tablet and flicked through the camera angles. Mike stood up and on front of Bonnie wit his arms crossed. Game over for Bonnie.

Bonnie set the tablet down and looked up as Mike laughed in his face. Bonnie screamed, big wuss, and fell back, toppling his hat and nearly breaking Mikes chair. Another part of the deal since it was the comfiest chair he had.

Mike swiped the tablet as Bonnie slowly gained his consciousness.

Mike felt his heart skip beat and his stomach drop.

It was December 25. Christmas day. Mikes hand went to his forehead and be slumped over onto a wall. Chica stepped in and began to worry as Mike curled up into a ball.

Bonnie finally regained his strength and pulled himself up. Foxy then Doug came in both with grins on their faces as of course Mike had caught Bonnie.

Foxy pointed at Bonnie and joked,

"Ye told me rabbits were quick!"

Bonnie groaned and held his head,

"I wasn't quick enough. What's wrong with mike?"

Mike had gotten up from his ball and stormed out of the room. Pushing his way past the animatronics. He saw freddy gaping at something outside. Mik pointed a finger at freddy and began,

"You Motherf-,"

Freddy held a hand out and pointed outside.

"Mike, its snowing…"

Mike blinked and looked where Freddy was staring and sure enough, it was snowing. It ha started covering the grass and some of the abandoned cars. A somewhat Christmas miracle. Mike stared outside as everyone it seemed came to gawk at the fresh white stuff falling from t sky.

Freddy wrung a arm around Mike and chuckled,

"Merry Christmas guys."

Mike it seemed had finally lost it. Except there wasn't any booze.

Hey guys!

Look, Hunterhero was supposed to help me with this chapter and to start off I want to give her credit as she was going to help me out. Word of advice for me, Don't trust Google! Hunter, forgive me its all my fault, so to make it up to you, Hunter, you helped me out a lot in this chapter.

I couldn't post the document that she helped me create and now I feel like shit.

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