Mike went into full-blown panic. His heart pounded blood through his body at a million miles per hour, and he broke out in a cold sweat. His body trembled and shook like there was no tomorrow. Yet his mind was still conscious of one though: He would not go down without a fight!
"Ah, n-no! No! Let me go, you b-bastard!" Mike yelled, trying to kick his legs at the large bear. His shoulders were locked in place by Freddy's large fists, and he couldn't seem to move his midsection, no matter what he tried. "Fuck! Let go of me! Help!"
Freddy was not fazed by this at all. He was seriously strong, even more so than Chica. His eyes - oh, man, those eyes - they were pitch black, with only tiny white irises peering through. His teeth were bared into a snarl, and even they weren't sharp at all, Mike knew the bear could probably tear off a limb with those choppers.
"Intruder alert," Freddy said in a deep, gruff voice. (His voice reminded Mike of his father's voice.) His grip on Mike's shoulders tightened.
Mike's eyes widened. "I-I'm not an intruder! I work here! I'm a fucking employee!" he blurted out. "Let me go, dammit!"
Freddy blinked once, but his demeanor didn't change. "State your name, employee."
"M-Mike Schmidt," Mike managed to stutter, his breathing still fast and heavy.
The bear's expression went blank for a second as he checked his memory banks, although he didn't release the terrified night guard. Then it hardened again and his grip tightened once more. "No employees found under the name Mike Schmidt. Intruder alert."
Mike's eyes widened. "WHAT?! But I fucking work here, you asshole! I've worked here for around three months now! How is my name not found?! Your system must be fucking broken! Help me! Somebody!"
"Intruder alert," Freddy merely said again. He began to move forward, pushing Mike against the wall.
Mike quickly thought of something that might help him not get crushed. "Wait, wait, please! Don't kill me!" he cried. "Michael James Schmidt! That's my full name! That's what I put on the application! Michael James Schmidt!"
Freddy's face went blank again for the longest time. Then, after what seemed like a million years, his expression softened and his big paws released Mike's shoulders.
The night guard instantly backed away from the large bear nervously. He felt his arms, knowing they were going to be loaded with bruises. Under his breath, he kept muttering curses.
Freddy blinked twice, and his eyes returned to their normal blue-eyed state. "I'm sorry, Michael. I thought you were an intruder," he said in a softer tone, although there was practically no emotion whatsoever in his voice.
"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock," Mike complained. "Thanks, I guess, for not killing me?" He knew he probably shouldn't swear around Freddy, but his heart was still pounding and his mind was still kicked into overdrive. Obviously he wasn't thinking clearly. "Fucking shithead..."
If Freddy took any offense to Mike's "colorful vocabulary", he didn't show any signs of it. He merely looked, emotionless, at the night guard, showing no movement whatsoever.
Mike felt awkward right now. How exactly do you get acquainted with one who was trying to kill you a minute ago?
At that moment, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy came running in the Office.
"Mike!" Chica cried. "Are you okay? We heard you scream!"
"No offense, mate, but it sounded like a lassie's scream," Foxy said.
Mike turned to face Chica and Foxy. "Y-Yeah, I'm alright," he said shakily, still trying to catch his breath. "Freddy just found me here, and he thought I was an intruder."
Freddy crossed his arms and gave a huff. "He was in the Office."
"And what, am I not allowed to go here? I'm the night guard, you know. I'm SUPPOSED to be in here," Mike said, turning back to face Freddy.
The bear didn't say anything; he merely narrowed his eyes and shot a deadly stare at Mike, causing another chill to race up his back.
"Alright, alright, I GET it. You don't like people all up in your precious Office. I get it. Just fucking stop staring at me like that, shit!" Mike said, rubbing his shoulder.
Freddy raised an eyebrow. "Why the swearing, Michael? Is it to sound tough?"
Mike's eyes widened. "What? You know what - *sigh* - this is how I've always talked, okay? I can maybe tone it down for you, but I can't really help it, alright? If you can't handle that, then that's on your head!"
"Alright then," Freddy said simply. "But do not use such language among the children." He didn't smile, but his eyes looked...amused? Opening the Office door, he turned and left, without taking a second look at his crew.
As soon as he was gone, Mike was finally able to calm his frantic wires down. "...Shit, that was tough."
Chica squealed and clapped her hands. "Oh, Freddy likes you, Mike! This is great!" she said excitedly.
"The fuck? How does he like me? I felt like he was ready to tear me apart!" Mike exclaimed, turning to the yellow chicken in confusion. "Those eyes... *shudder* they were like, staring into the core of my soul!"
"That's just typical Freddy right there. If he didn't like you, he probably would have kicked you out or something," Bonnie answers sheepishly. "That's what he does whenever an intruder gets in. That way, none of us get hurt."
"I'd say tha' Cap'n got a liking fer ye," Foxy said, grinning. "Tha' way he told ye off about yer cussin' was just gold!" He started to laugh. "He does that to me, too. But hey, Ol' Foxy here's a pirate at heart. Can't help it if a few words slip from me tongue."
Mike rolled his eyes, not sure whether to feel embarrassed or relieved. "Fuck off, Foxy."