A Long Overdue Fix

by End of Grace

30 years after "You Can't Fix What Is Not Broken," Adam Edge is hired to be the new Security Guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. What has happened in all those years? Is Matt still around? Is Dahl? And where did Jeremy get that scar? So many questions... But first, Adam has to survive five nights. And it seems some of the animatronics have got their eyes on him... And his pants.

9. Goodbyes

A Long Overdue Fix

By

End Of Grace

A/N: Hi All! Well after two weeks off, most of being sick with a chest infection, which is just my luck, I am back! Now I know I promised you guys a sex scene but since this is mainly covering the funerals, it is to out of place for this chapter so it has been moved to chapter 10 but it will be worth it I promise. Now to address something that has been popping up, namely the request to do Mark/Freddy pairing, which I will not do. Now before you get your pitchforks and such hear me out. I love Markiplier, I respect him and as such, I feel it would be disrespectful doing such a thing to him without consent from him to do so, since he is a live person and not a fictional one. I feel it would be better to maybe put him in a situation that looks like it might lead to it and then allow your imaginations to do the rest. I'm sorry but that is just how I feel about it.

Chapter 9: Goodbyes

The night air was quite cool as the moon hung low in the sky, the stars twinkling brightly almost out-doing the street lamps in their light, as a soft breeze swirled the leaves and rubbish about in the road. It was late, half past nine in the evening as Mike stood in front of his mirror, trying to straighten his tie. The animatronics were forgoing their usual sleep between closing hours and midnight to set up the pizzeria for the funeral of their family members, and would retire later to rest their servos. Thomas had gone to the pizzeria and taken Springtrap's remains, along with Chi's and Minty's to a building site ran by one of his father's many friends. Thomas watched as Springtrap's remains were grounded down to dust and placed in a large urn and the same done to Chi, with Minty grounded with her, Mike had seen on this way back to the apartment… the older man didn't spare him a glance. Once he was sure his suit was right, Mike picked up a bag that had several black bands and black bow ties in, and started to make his way to the pizzeria. He had barely gone down the street when a familiar car pulled up beside him.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" Mike asked as he opened the car door. His mother was in a smart black suit of her own and wearing black high heels, with her hair pinned back neatly.

"Mr. McBear called me…not the senior…the son. I'm representing him in court as you know, so it was only natural that I was informed of Springtrap's…death? Deactivation?"

"Death is right. So what do you think? About the case I mean? Would Springtrap's death mean anything to it?"

"It does throw a very bad light on the police, as well as the fact that Springtrap was clearly trying to defend his master, that and the well known knowledge that the police in this particular office are as close minded as they are corrupt, than I have no doubt that I will win the case and Thomas will be let off." Jane briefly looked over at Mike, "How are you feeling honey? I know you're close to the animatronics…"

"I'm…ok."

"Ok. Care to try again?" Jane asked as she pulled into the small car park. "I know you Mike. This has to be eating you up."

Mike bit his lip to try and stop the tears from escaping; he refused to cry in front of her. "I'm fine Mom, really."

Jane stopped the car, shut off the engine, then quickly locked the doors before turning to her son with a soft smile. "Mike…I didn't just come here because Mr. McBear is my client. You're my son -and though I haven't been supportive in the past- I thought you needed it now."

Mike would swear later that he had something stuck in his eye, but the tears fell freely and a choked sob escaped his throat. Jane undid her seat belt and wrapped her arms around her boy tightly.

"Oh baby, it's ok, it's ok." Jane attempted to comfort her son, but it ended up upsetting him more.

"NO!" He yelled, "No, it's not! I was supposed to look after them! Watch over them! And I let them down! I should have found that virus sooner. I shouldn't have taken Springtrap to see Thomas that night."

"Ok now, stop that," Jane let out a sigh, "Mike, I may not be a computer wiz, but even I have read up on that damn virus and know how tricky it is to get rid of. And from what I understand, Chi majorly got worse during the time you were away, so how in the world is that your fault? Now as for Springtrap, you thought you were helping him out by bringing him to Thomas right? If you hadn't taken Springtrap that night, Thomas would have been raped and the blackmail would have continued, to the point the company would have gone bankrupt and your friends would have been homeless. Besides, if Springtrap had gone to court, there was still a high chance of there being an order to have him destroyed, so he would have…you know. So it's not your fault sweetie."

"Thomas blames me…" Mike muttered.

"Thomas is hurting, mad, and confused. And most likely stressed over this court case. He'll get over it. Now, let's wipe your face and put on your best face, because you're going to need to be strong in there Mike. Your little bunnies have lost an uncle and father figure and your friends have lost someone dear, so you need to be strong for them alright?"

"Yeah," Mike wiped away his tears, "Thanks mom."

"That's why I'm here for." Jane smiled as she and Mike exit the car and walked holding hands up to Freddy's door. Freddy greeted them somberly at the door, politely thanked Jane for coming and asked Mike if he had seen father at all. Mike said he hadn't and that he would most likely be the last to get here. He looked around the main floor and felt a small smile tug on his lips. The stage curtains were shut and a long table had been put in front of it, covered in a black curtain and pictures of Springtrap and Chi, with a couple of rows of chairs facing it. The rest of the tables and chairs had been neatly stacked in the arcade section, making enough room for the animatronics and humans to move about when the refreshments were brought out. Foxy had asked if it was alright to bring a barrel of "grog" with him, Mike had said no as he didn't think it right that the older animatronics got "merry", but he wouldn't put it past the fox to sneak it in. Freddy took the bag from Mike and started handing out the bands and bow ties. Jane takes two of the bow ties and kneels down to put them on Shadow and Plush, giving the smalls bunnies a tight hug and wiped away their oily tears with a tissue. Feeling at a loss as to what to do, Mike walked into the kitchen to see if Chica needed a hand, the yellow chicken quickly paced around the kitchen, getting various things ready for tonight but also for tomorrow.

"Hey Chica…need a hand?"

The chicken let out a screech as she whipped around, "MIKE! Don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry Chica. I know the kitchen is your sanctuary, but I thought you might need a hand." smiled Mike.

"From what Shadow tells me, you're not really good in the kitchen unless it can be put in the microwave," said Chica, folding her arms and looking smug.

"Hey, you need skills to work that thing, besides I can cook, but you see, this amazing chicken ruined cooking for me for life…" said Mike dramatically as he used his arm to cover his face.

"Oh dear, that is a shame." said Chica with a small smile, "I guess you can help with the cups, even you can't mess that up."

Mike went over to the bench were the paper cups were and started to pour some juice into them as Chica continued to work on the sandwiches.

"How are you Chica? How you holding up?" Mike asked, not liking to work in silence.

Chica sighed, "I don't know…I understand what happened to Chi, but for some reason my processor is refusing to process it. I'm still really mad at Foxy though."

"He thought that-"

"I know!" Chica snapped, slamming her servos onto the bench, "I know, but that doesn't change the fact that he executed my sister and didn't give me or Chloe the chance to say good bye!"

Mike swallowed and rubbed his neck. "Chica. Had it been you that had gotten the virus and you trying to kill me, Mark, and Jeremy, do you really think Freddy or Goldie would have given Chi or Chloe the time to say good bye?"

Chica was quiet for a while but then shook her head and gave a small, sad chuckle. "If I had tried to kill you, Freddy wouldn't have a chance; Bonnie would have littered the floor with my remains."

Mike laughed, "Yeah…that's true."

They got back to work, bantering as they got the food and drinks ready, Chica stopping now and again to make cupcakes for tomorrow. Mike looked Chica over, his mind going over everything that she might need or could need, when he frowned and walked over to her, grabbing her servo.

"Mike?"

"Chica, why is your servo shaking like that? Is it out of alignment? And what -your fingers-they're broken. When did this happen?"

Chica looked away, her optics looking down on the floor, "I must have got it caught or something. And some really strong kid crushed my finger while we were playing; I was going to tell you when I was up for maintenance."

Mike gave her a hard look, "Chica, why are you lying to me?"

"I'm not."

"Chica, did this have something to do with…Harvey?"

Chica looked shocked, "How did- No! It has nothing to do with him!"

Mike sighed, "Chica, if this was an accident then I have no problem with it. But since I'm sure your servo was fine last night when I saw you-"

"He didn't mean too. He's just a bit heavy handed, that's all, he said he was sorry."

"Then why didn't you tell me when I came in? Why were you trying to hide it?"

"I wasn't. I'm busy. We're busy. I just forgot about it due to being busy." said Chica defensively.

"Chica, if Harvey hurt you on purpose, you need to tell me now and I can get him fired-"

"NO!" Chica cried out as she pulled away from him, glaring as she clenched her servo in the other. "It was just an accident Mike, that is all it was, an accident"

Mike gut twisted, it told him not to believe her, that she was lying, but Chica seemed so earnest on it being an accident.

"Ok Chica, after the service, I'll take a look, ok? And I won't say anything to Harvey."

"Thanks Mike," she smiled and pecked him on the cheek, "I really like Harvey, I hope you get to like him too, the others seemed determined to give him a hard time."

Mike smiled down at her but inside he grimaced and personally couldn't blame them.

-The Cove-

Foxy, Mangle, and Mangy were quickly rushing around, getting things around the Cove secure and locked while Bon Bon knelt on the floor with Blu standing on a chair to tie the black ribbons around her ears.

"Do I look ok?"

"You look lovely as ever Bon, it's a shame about the colour though, a brighter colour would suit you better."

"Oh shush you." Bon Bon waved away his flirting as she stood up and turned around to face him, which was nice since she usually had to bend down slightly to do so. Blu smiled at her and softly kissed her mouth, it was a little awkward with her large teeth, but he didn't mind. Her, "unusual" appearance had put him off at first, but after comforting him that night after Springtrap was taken, he felt a little closer to her and decided to teach her the ropes. Over the last few months her "southern" charms had warmed his pump and her "cough" new feature courtesy of Mike certainly was a bonus. It had taken some convincing on both Bon Bon's and his part to convince Mike to let her have it, but he soon gave in, saying it was the weirdest thing he will ever do and if they got caught and asked questions, they were to leave his name out.

"Are you ok Sugar? I know you and Springtrap were brothers and all…" said Bon Bon as she hugged Blu around his thin waist.

"We weren't that close, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I want to rip the cops apart for what they did, my brother deserved better than that, he deserved better then that arsehole Thomas as well."

"You still mad about what Thomas said last night? About blaming Mike?-" Bon Bon stopped when Blu's eyes turned black.

"That asshole. After everything he did to us, the company, MY BROTHER, and he has the balls to pin the blame on the man who saved us all. If Father hadn't been there-"

"Best not to think about it now Sugar," said Bon smoothly, "We need to get ready to go."

"Yes." said Blu as he leapt from the chair and took her servo in his as before yelling out, "BB, Betty, JJ get your butts in gear! We got to go!"

"HEY! We've been waiting for you!" BB snapped as he waved his arms angry.

"Hush Lad," said Foxy sternly, "This be a sad enough night without us arguing."

"Yes sir." said BB sadly as he took Foxy's servo and followed the large fox outside to where Mark and Jack were waiting with their cars. Net slid out of his box and walked out of the store without speaking to anyone and slid into a free seat in Jack's car. He half listened to the soft chatting of his fellow animatronics and Jack, but his mind was elsewhere; mainly thinking about the spare animatronics that he knew housed the souls of those bad children. He wondered if they had made a move yet or if Mike had seen them yet. He hoped not! Mike was too important…precious…wonderful…he didn't want to think what would happen should those children try to hurt him. His insides were twisting. No sooner had he arrived at Freddy's, he quickly made his way in, nodding in Freddy's direction as he made his way to the back stage. As he walked down the dark hallways, his thin body went rigid, his fingers turned into sharp pointy spikes, his white pupils turning red. He could hear some slight movement coming from one of the backrooms. The shuffling of large heavy feet. He stood in front of the door and listened to the mutterings of childish voices behind it. The door opened slightly and although it was the face of Freddy poking out, Net could clearly see the ghostly shape of a small boy, who upon seeing him, face changed to one of terror.

"Stay put and never come out!" Net deepened his voice, putting as much power into it as he could, the child let out a small shriek that only he could hear and slammed the door shut. He looked over the door and then at the handle. He couldn't lock it, there wasn't a key, and the hinges were too loose anyway, that even locking it would most likely be a waste of time, should the children wish to leave. He could only hope at the moment that his order had scared them enough to behave at least for now.

"Net?"

Net almost leapt out away from the door, when he turned around and saw Fred standing there and looking concerned.

"Fred. Is everything alright? Has Father appeared?"

"No, but everything is almost ready, so Papa wants everyone in the main hall. Why are you back here?"

"I…was just looking around. It's been a while since I was here, I have missed this place," said Net whimsically as he started to lead Fred away from the store rooms. "Now let's go back and say goodbye to our friends."

"All Right…" said Fred as he started to walk after Net but paused for a moment and looked over his shoulder at the door Net had just been standing in front of, wondering why the puppet had come back here for, but decided it wasn't his business and quickly went back to the main hall where everyone was waiting. Inside the storage room, the withered forms of the animatronics huddled together, three of them were shivering, their faces full of fear while Freddy stood, his servos clenched.

"What are we going to do?"

"The Puppet wasn't meant to be here! You said he wasn't here!"

"This was your stupid idea! Now get us out of here!"

"Shut up!" the small boy snapped inside of Freddy. "I didn't know the puppet would be here. He was falling apart when we were alive, so I thought he would have been put out of our misery years ago, but since he is alive, we can deal-"

"No!" snapped the girl, glaring though the rotten mangled form of Chica. "You said that about that rabbit back at the lock up. You said by killing him we'd be free, but we're still here! Trapped!"

"I made a mistake!" the boy hissed angrily, "I should have guessed the puppet was alive. He's the one that did this!"

"You said that about the purple guy too." said the boy trapped within the withered Bonnie. "The one trapped in the bunny."

"Then it wasn't OUR purple guy! It must have been some other purple guy!" the child in Freddy raged as he pulled at his hair, making the Freddy body yank at it's fur the same way.

"How can there be two purple guys? He did look like our guy didn't he? That's why we killed him…" said the boy trapped in Foxy, sounding unsure and worried. "What if we did something really bad and now we can't get out because of that."

The boy in Freddy growled as he stomped forward and punched Foxy as hard as he could, sending the body crashing to the floor.

"Don't you ever say that again! Yeah…we were naughty…no denying that…but we weren't BAD. And we didn't deserve this! And now they're going to pay!"

-Line Break-

Mike finished placing the drinks on the table when Harvey came in and jerked his head to the side. Mike walked over and crossed his arms as Harvey leaned against the wall.

"I rang the boss. He said as you said, Mr. McBear is allowed to come and go as he pleases, but asks that you at least give six hours noticed to be polite. Also he'll be coming down the day after tomorrow to see you. He says he wants to speak to you about the dead animatronics."

"I see…thanks. Are you staying for the ceremony? I'm sure Chica could use the comfort."

"I will come by later to pay my respect but I will check the cameras, after all, I do my job unlike others." The larger man sneered as he walked away, Mike left shaking and clenching his fists. Bonnie watched, his eyes briefly going black when Harvey looked over at him, before walking over to Mike.

"Pay him no mind Mike. He's just trying to upset you." Bonnie said softly. "Now would you mind helping me with my bow tie please?"

Mike released his hands and gave Bonnie a lopsided smile, "Jeez Bon, you're hopeless, now I see where the kid gets it from, is he ready yet? Plush?"

"Your mom is looking after them for us. She is also keeping an eye on the Fredlings for Freddystein. Seems she's the only one besides you that he trusts with the cubs."

"I think it's because of the day my mom told Plush off when he was going on about having his own…thing." said Mike as he struggled to do the bow tie up. "Since Plushtrap looks up to her and behaves, Freddystain knows he can trust her. There you go. Very good look."

"Thanks for noticing," Bonnie grinned as he pinged the tie. He then looked at Mike's somber face and pulled him into a hug. "Don't worry Mike, we know you're not to blame, Thomas will come around–eventually."

"I know. Thanks Bonnie. Oh, Mr. McBear is here, better get ready." said Mike as he saw Thomas wheel the older man across the car park. He and Bonnie went over to the front doors to greet them while Net and Fred joined everyone back on the main floor. Goldie and Freddy saw Net and came over as Fred wondered over to greet their creator with Mike.

"Well?"

"It is as you feared, they're still there." said Net softly, Freddy visible shook as Goldie let out a small groan.

"Then you need to release them! Now!" Freddy hissed. "This wasn't what we agreed on."

Net tilted his head to the side, one of his eyes deliberately staying on Goldie. "Things got…tricky. The humans got involved."

"Just fix it! Before anyone figures it out or gets hurt!" said Freddy with a final nod as he walked over to speak to Mr. McBear. Net leaned closer to Goldie who simply folded his servos across his chest.

"I take it Freddy doesn't actually know what we agreed on…not that you remember of course." smirked Net as Goldie let out a sad sigh.

"Should have guessed. I thought I seemed a little off in Freddy's memory. So, go ahead, tell me what we agreed, so I know how much trouble I'm going to have to make up for."

Net tilted his head again and gave Goldie a small smile "No. I won't tell you. That way, if anything does happen, you can deny it and mean it. I wouldn't want you and Freddy to argue over something like this. Just leave it to me old friend."

"Just make sure to deal with this quickly! I don't want Father or Mike finding out and making a scene. Humans get all kinds of crazy when dead kids are involved, I'd hate to see how they get if they see their ghosts."

Net said nothing but nodded quickly as he followed Goldie to their places, so father could start the ceremony and they could say goodbye to their friends.

Mr. McBear placed the two large jars on the table before he turned around to face everyone. Plushtrap was sitting in Mrs. Schmidt's lap, who sat next to Bon Bon, both ladies giving the small animatronic the support he needed while Chica and Chloe held each other's servos. All the animatronics and Mike sat near and with the exception of Bon Bon and Chloe the Nightmare animatronics sat at the back respectfully along with Mark and Jack.

"Friends, children, family. We're here to say goodbye to two of our family members, Springtrap and Chi, who have been deactivated before their time. Springtrap is one of my older children, he came after Freddy, Goldie and Net, he was a big brother to the rest of you. To me, he was a mischievous bunny who learnt too many bad habits from Goldie…"

"Hey…" Goldie grunted as the others chuckled quietly.

"But to Thomas, he was a close friend and brother, who loved stories and drawing. Now Chi, Chi was a sweet girl with a sassy temper and a big heart, she had gone though a lot, as many of you know from the hands of bad employees, but our short time together was wonderful. I'm sure her loving sisters, Chica and Chloe will miss her the most…"

There were a couple of heavy sobs as Chica leant heavily against Chloe, the nightmare animatronic gently rubbing her sister's back as she sobbed.

"But we will all miss her in our own ways. She was a loving animatronic and her partner Minty Chip was kind as well. Both will be greatly missed. I will hold on to their ashes, until we can decided where we can spread them or bury them or whatever we all decide to do with them. Now, I'm going to hand over to Thomas, who wishes to say a few words and share his memories of Springtrap, then you can take turns sharing your memories of them as well."

Harvey sat fuming in the small office, his large fingers heavily pressing down on the mouse, as he clicked the screen that switched the camera feeds. He hated the little baby man Mike. The way everyone looked to him for answers and looked up to him as leader. He was weak! He was looking forward to the boss putting him down and in his place; he only hoped he got to see it. He looked in on the main floor and sneered at the depressing scene. Why get so upset over a couple of robots? Sure they seemed like humans sometimes but that was about it. He smirked slightly, using the camera to zoom in on Chica, she was so easy to manipulate and the sex certainly made up for the crap money he took. Still, he couldn't grumble too much, it was a piss easy job and it paid the bills, plus the little extra perks now and again made it interesting enough. He was originally hired to be Dahl's bodyguard when he was out on public functions or having private meetings with…certain people. Now he was playing the part of spy, only problem with that was that everyone knew that he was and getting information out of them was almost like drawing blood from a stone, even Chica took a great deal of persuading before she had told him about her sister's death and what had happened at the cove. He needed to work on her a little more, maybe break more than just the odd finger or two, but he would still had to be discrete, he had heard what these robots did to people they didn't like and he happened to like living. He flipped the cameras over again, this time looking over the back stage areas. There, in the one facing the back corridor was a bear. A really tatty looking one. Harvey frowned, hadn't he just seen Goldie and the other bears in the main hall? Damn there were so many of them, he couldn't tell and honestly he didn't care, his job was to deal with any humans breaking in or causing trouble. He watched it for a while longer and noticed it was writing something on the walls before going back to its room. He shrugged his shoulders. Let the baby man deal with the animatronics.

Goldie walked back to his room while Freddy helped the others get the main floor back in order for tomorrow. He was exhausted and his pump felt like a lead weight in his chest. Part of him wished he had his memories, and not Freddy's, so he could remember the good times he had with his best friend and the trouble they got into when no one was watching them. It had hurt to listen to father's stories about him and Springtrap and not remember them due to the wipe. He felt as if he had let Spring down by not remembering and sharing the stories of their mischief to his son, Plush, who had lapped up every single word of father's stories. Maybe he could find some old photos for the small bunny. He was bound to have some in his room. As he stepped down the hall, his audio sensors picked up the faint sound of dripping, his optics turning to night mode as he looked down the hall. He walked carefully, slowly turning his head left and right, quickly sending a message to his processor to increase his audio sensitivity. The dripping was coming from the walls but it wasn't water, it was too heavy to be water, so that meant none of the pipes were leaking either. He looked up at the wall and felt the need to turn off his voice box, should anyone hear him and come to see what has upset him and see for themselves. On the wall, written badly in paint read, "Let us out".

Goldie shook his head and quickly retreated to his room for a moment before coming back with a chain. He wrapped the chain around the handle making it hard to turn before tying the chain to a large pipe across the hall, making it impossible to open the door. He then thumped the door hard and growled.

"Don't get any bright ideas! You're to stay in there until the puppet says otherwise"

There was the sound of a child crying inside of the room and as much as it hurt Goldie to hear it, he turned his nose up and walked back to his room in a huff. Because now he would have to get up early and clean off that paint before anyone saw it.

-Line Break-

Sam Eisner tugged on his suit and tried to straighten his tie as the large lift took him down, the bright lights whirling around him as he descended into the most secret part of Critter Country. The lift stopped with a ding and the metal doors slid open as he walked briskly across the floor. It was a large factory like area, men working all over the place with different machines, but mostly animatronics. Here was where the real magic happened. He watched as a small group put an animatronic together in seconds before working on the next one, none of that delicate crap that so called know it all was spouting on about. Mass production was the way to go and if they didn't make the cut, they were scrapped and another took it's place. Simple. He went to the far end of the factory to where a certain project was being made according to Dahl's wishes.

"How's it going?" he asked the large looking man who was messing around with some wires that were connected to a stand. "Dahl wants a report."

"How do you think its going? Not good! Seriously! A ballerina?! That actually dances?!"

"Are you saying it's beyond your ability to…?"

"No! That's not the problem. The problem is getting her to stop. That's where this baby comes in." said the man as he tapped the small narrow stand that had two buttons on it. "Ballora! Come show the boss what you can do."

Eisner crossed his arms in front of a small stage and watched a tall, thin but sleek animatronic step forward. Unlike its many counterparts in the park, Ballora was actually human based instead of animal, so her design was a lot different to what the engineers were used to. He watched her spin and twirl gracefully and she even leapt off of the stage as she started to perform larger and more daring dance moves. The man grunted and spoke into his mike.

"Ok Ballora, that's enough now, return to the stage." he ordered, but the ballerina continued to dance as if she didn't hear him. "Return to the stage. NOW!"

The man slammed the button that had the lightning bolt on it and Eisner flinched slightly as the ballerina let out a screech as she was electrocuted, bright white sparks shooting from her body as she slowly crumbled to the floor. After a few moments the sparks past and Ballora's body twitched violently as she dragged herself to the stage, the man giving Eisner a cocky grin.

"A few more of those and she will never think of disobeying us and she will be the most perfect ballerina the parks got."

"Good, good, and what about the other one? Is she still giving you problems?"

"Not anymore." the man smirked and pointed to the back of the stage where another human like animatronic was curl up in a small ball, shaking, her hair falling down the sides of her face. Her green eyes glowed slightly as she watched the two men laughing at her and her pain, her pump twisting at the sound. How she hated them! How she hated them all!

Mike walked back to his apartment, declining all offers of a lift as he wanted everyone to get home and rest, as they all had work in the morning. He stayed behind with Freddy and the others helping to clean up but soon Bonnie was pushing him out the door and telling him to go and get some rest.

"Oh...usually you would be forcing me to stay here and sleep in my office?" he said as Bonnie hugged him goodbye.

"I usually would, but if you stayed…you wouldn't get much sleep." smiled Bonnie as he wiggled his ears but still gave Mike as gentle push out the door. "You need your rest and the best place to do that is in your bed!"

"Thanks Bonnie." Mike leaned up and kissed the bunny on the nose, "Love ya. I'll be back in the morning…late morning. Make sure Shadow and Plush both get some oil and fluids ok?"

"Be safe walking home Mike," said Freddy firmly, "Although this is a rather safe neighbourhood, it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Thanks Freddy. See you all in the morning." said Mike as he turned away from the pizzeria, hearing the large doors shut and lock behind him. The moon was being hidden by a dark thick cloud and most of the stars had gone as Mike walked down the dark streets alone. He walked at a brisk pace, his body on high alert should anyone try and jump out at him, he would be ready. Which made it all the more embarrassing when he jumped out of his skin when his mobile started to ring. He tumbled through his pockets and glared down angrily at the screen, half expecting it to be Bonnie checking up on him but saw that it read, "Caller Unknown". Now Mike was usually the kind of guy to ignore such a call but considering the time and such, it might be an emergency of some sort and thought better of it. He could always hang up if it were a prank. He pressed the green button and held the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello Mike, sorry for the odd hour but I knew you would be awake, are you at Freddy's?"

He almost dropped his phone. His body went rigid as his heart started to bang heavily against his chest as if it were trying to escape. He felt slightly dizzy and was starting to feel sick as the voice continued to speak, unaware of the impact it was having on him.

"Wait, it's Tuesday…that means you must be at the Cove right? Everything alright there? I know I left you guys in a bit of a mess…sorry about that."

Mike took a deep breath as he held the phone a bit tighter in his hand, "It wasn't too bad. But I wasn't at the cove tonight. Some Things have happened and we all had to meet at Freddy's. I'm…a little surprised…that you're calling me. I'd thought you would be lying low or whatever it is you guys do. Wouldn't it be dangerous to call me?"

"Aww! You're worried about me, don't worry though, I'm using a burner phone. Hard to trace. And why wouldn't I want to call my best friend? Now, tell me what's been going on."

"It's a long story…Matt."

To Be Continued….

B/N (Beta Reader): Wowza. Matt is – Huh. Matpat. Anyways, the review of the week comes from… … The review is a 'mega-review', but here it is:

I should have reviewed MONTHS ago when I first discovered this series, but oh well! I'll do a mega-review right now ;)

Upon stumbling on the first installment of this addicting series, I was shocked. I hadn't been purposefully looking for FNAF smut; I wasn't even INTERESTED in FNAF smut. The first steamy scene about singed my eyebrows off. I wasn't sure if I should be disturbed? Confused? So much conflict! It was so weird! But I kept reading and was both fascinated and impressed by the fact that each new smut scene was fresh and new. Despite the sheer amount of smut, it never got old or stale. And even more impressive than the rainbow buffet of smut scenes? THE STORIES.

Even if these books had no smut whatsoever, they would STILL be awesome because of these intense, creative, unique stories. I started reading thanks to the shock value of "omg, animatronic sex." But I continued reading book after book because I COULD NOT WAIT for the next plot! Dahl creeps me out. My heart was crushed when Matt was revealed to be a murderer. I ship all the ships. I love Foxy's pirate family. Mike's friendship with everyone. I'm so impressed that you managed to assemble this HUUUUGE group of characters and yet keep them distinct and colorful. That is not an easy thing to do! My head spins just trying to write about a cast half this size!

I'm almost vibrating with excitement for this latest book. You have no idea. Yes, there are grammatical mistakes and spelling errors peppered through every chapter; I don't even care. Your level of storytelling is so epic and fun to read that I blow right by editing things that would normally make my eye twitch. I adore your stories! Keep up the excellent work!

A/N: WOW THANK YOU SO MUCH! PLEASE KEEP THE REVIEWS COMING!