After Mike had fully recovered from his near heart attack, he retreated to the Dining Hall with the rest of the animatronic gang. Chica disappeared back into the kitchen to continue working on her new pizza recipe. After a some time, the chicken came out with her special dish, called Bacon Delight. Of course, Mike joined in the "feast". While eating, Bonnie and Foxy began an intense debate over which topping would go best with Chica's new recipe: pepperoni or sausage.

Mike watched amusedly until his gaze wavered and his attention span withered. He then noticed that Freddy was missing from the table. Looking around, the night guard found that the bear was seated on the edge of the Show Stage, holding something in his paws. Mike wasn't sure, but he thought it could be a book of some sort.

Mike couldn't help but get up from the debate table and walk over to the Show Stage. (Bonnie, Chica and Foxy were so caught up in the debate that they didn't even notice him leave.) He knew it was probably stupid of him, but he HAD gotten friendly with the other animatronics. Why not try with Freddy, as well?

Besides, Mike knew that everyone considered Freddy the leader, and he really didn't want to get off to a bad start with the bear. That wouldn't be so good.

"...H-Hey, Freddy, whatcha up to?" Mike tried to say in a casual tone as he walked up to the Stage.

The bear said nothing as he continued looking at the book in his paws. He didn't even acknowledge Mike.

"Reading something? Can I see?" Mike said as he came closer and tried to read over Freddy's shoulder.

Freddy stiffened and veered away from Mike, giving him a hard look.

Mike backed away, sensing the tension. "Ah, sorry, sorry. Bonnie told me you didn't like to be touched. My bad."

Freddy huffed and returned to his book, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Mike bit his lip, wondering how to make this less awkward. He was being a total idiot right now. "Hey, um...what are you reading?" he said again. "I'm just curious, you know?"

The bear said nothing, as usual. He merely sighed and held up the book, letting the night guard take a look at the cover.

Mike nodded in understanding as he read the title. It wasn't a book at all; it was a service manual for the animatronics. It looked pretty old, but it was in good condition. "Ahh, that's right. Bonnie also told me that you check everyone's systems?"

Freddy nodded as he closed the book and placed it in his lap. "I don't trust human mechanics," he said in his quiet, deep voice. He looked down at the book and lightly stroked the cover.

"Well...I wouldn't want to brag, but I do have a degree in mechanical engineering," Mike said slowly. "And...the others were telling me how they need their stuff fixed...and I-I can do that. I can fix you all."

Freddy raised an eyebrow. He didn't say anything, but his question was clear.

Mike shrugged uneasily. "Well, why not? Phone Guy told me that you guys hadn't had your shit cleaned in about twenty years. I'd be pretty fucking pissed too if I hadn't bathed in that long." He looked Freddy over. "And no offense, but you yourself could really use an upgrade...like, a personality, for starters. I -"

Freddy cleared his throat and abruptly stood up, which made Mike back up nervously. Maybe the night guard had said a bit too much.

But instead of grabbing Mike and stuffing him into a suit, Freddy held his paw up. "Everyone, please come over here," he called out.

He had spoken it rather quietly, but as soon as he said it, Bonnie and Foxy stopped their debate and immediately went over to the Show Stage, quickly followed by Chica, who still had a slice in her mouth. Mike was amazed at their timing. Everything happened so fast.

They all stood around man and bear.

"What's going on?" Bonnie asked.

"Michael told me that you all needed maintenance done?" Freddy asked, eyeing each of his comrades.

Everyone was quiet for a while, the the red fox came up.

"Aye, Cap'n. I could use some sprucin' up, if ye don't mind," Foxy spoke sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Me jaw's busted and I've got holes in me chest. I know I'm not performin' fer tha' kiddies, but still...I don't like this here broken feelin'..."

"I'm leaking oil and my voice box is starting to give out," Bonnie said next, matter-of-factly. "It's starting to glitch out."

"The servomechanisms in my legs are locking up, and my left eye is breaking," Chica said, finishing off her pizza. She looked up hopefully at Mike. "But Mr. Mike can fix us...right?"

Freddy rubbed his chin thoughtfully at this, then turned to Mike. "As you know, Michael, I don't allow human mechanics near them," he said, gesturing to the other animatronics. "They are like family to me."

"Y-Yeah, I heard," Mike said, wondering where this was going.

Freddy looked down and was quiet for what seemed like a long time. He seemed to be in deep thought. Everyone held their breath, patiently awaiting his next words.

"However..." Freddy slowly began, looking back up and staring at Mike with cold blue eyes, "...as vulgar and immature as you may be...you're quite different than the others. I...I will let you work on them.

Chica gasped excited while Bonnie whispered something to Foxy. All three were wide-eyed.

Freddy cleared his throat again, signaling he was not finished yet. "But hear this, Michael. If I find out that any of my family has been harmed by you...you will be VERY sorry."

The cold tone of Freddy's words sent chills down Mike's back. "Um...o-okay. I promise I won't fuck anything up - I-I mean, I'll fix them all."

Freddy nodded and gestured for Bonnie to come closer. "Bonnie is to be fixed first, because a broken voice box is life-threatening for us. Then Chica, because her servos are locking up. Then you'll work on Foxy."

Foxy had a look of protest of his face, but he did not say anything. Once Freddy said something, there was no use arguing against it.

Mike nodded at this, then turned to Freddy. "What about you?"

The bear looked questioningly at Mike. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you need help with? Surely, you can't be in pristine condition after all this time," Mike repeated. " I mean, look at you. You're about as shitty-looking as the others."

Instead of answering, Freddy merely shook his head. He handed the manual to Mike. "You will need this. Their systems are a bit antiquated compared to modern technology." Then, without another word, he walked out from them, heading down the hall.