"Huh, that was weird," Mike said quietly to himself after the bear had gone.
Chica immediately let out a loud squeal that made Mike cringe and cover his ears. Even Bonnie and Foxy winced at her sheer volume. "Oh, my goodness, this is GREAT!" she cried, ecstatic. "You'll finally be able to fix us, Mr. Mike! Oh, I'm so happy, my feathers are preening!"
Bonnie nodded eagerly. "It's amazing how Freddy gave you permission to fix us! He's never done that to a-anyone before!" He quickly cleared his throat in an attempt to clear his glitching voice box.
"Aye, matey. Tha' Cap'n must have really taken a likin' to ye," Foxy said, grinning.
Mike rolled his eyes at the fox. "Whatever. Anyways, while I'm still here, I might as well start working on you now. Come on, Bonnie, you first."
"Whoa, this manual's actually pretty complex," Mike said in awe as he thumbed through Freddy's maintenance manual. "It's like fucking rocket science or some shit like that!"
Bonnie smiled sheepishly. "I-I wouldn't say rocket science; it just explains a lot about how our circuits work and things like that. And as you said, it is p-pretty old."
Mike and Bonnie were now in the Backroom. Bonnie was seated on top of the table (the spare endoskeleton had been pushed aside), and Mike was going through the book, gathering information before he started fixing the rabbit.
"Yeah, man. It dates back to the...70's, is it? I was barely a kid then!" Mike exclaimed. He turned a few more pages as he continued talking. "So, Freddy said a broken voice box is dangerous for you guys?"
Bonnie nodded solemnly. "I-I don't know how it does it, but...it just does," he said. "If it breaks, we can't speak, obviously. But then an oil blockage occurs in the p-pipes, and if no one notices, it'll leak all over our processors. The only sign of that happening is if we start coughing and spewing oil from our mouths. And if that happens..." Bonnie made the throat-slashing gesture.
Mike's eyes widened. "Whoa, shit...I didn't know it could do something like that," he said. "Have any of you guys had that happen?"
Bonnie shook his head. "But we know it could happen. It happened to b-both Freddy's brother and his brother's friend before."
"Freddy's brother and his friend?" Mike asked, confused. "Who were they?"
Bonnie scratched his head. "Golden Freddy and Spring Bonnie. W-We call them Goldie and Springtrap."
Mike felt the blood drain from his face. He didn't recognize Springtrap, but he sure as hell recognized the other. "D-Did they survive?"
Bonnie nodded. "Goldie's still around, but I don't know where Springtrap went. He was gone by the time Chica, Foxy and I were a-activated."
"Shit..." Mike murmured to himself. Golden Freddy, the hallucination-inducing asshole, was still around! But...was he still a vicious killer, or had he turned nice like the others?
And who the hell was Springtrap?
Mike cleared his throat. "Alright, enough gab," he said. "I've read plenty of this manual; now let's get that voice box of yours fixed." He grabbed his tool kit, and made his way towards the large purple rabbit.
Some time later, Bonnie burst out of the Backstage room, wearing the biggest grin on his face. "Oh, I feel so happy!" he sang in a lighthearted tone.
Mike had replaced the malfunctioning voice box and fixed the leaking oil pipe. Then, he had gotten some cleaning supplies to wipe away twenty years' worth of muck and grime off Bonnie's suit. After all the filth was scrubbed away, the night guard had cleaned and polished the bunny's purple fur, making it soft and fluffy again. He also oiled Bonnie's joints and check his internal endoskeleton to make sure nothing else was broken. After that, he was doused with a type of spray that smelled lemony fresh. Finally, Mike added a spiffy new bow tie for the bunny.
It was like heaven to Bonnie. He had longed for a thorough cleaning for several years. He felt so new and clean, as if he was barely activated. And what made it even better was that it was Mike who cleaning him, not some stranger that no one trusted. Mike was gentle; he never once hurt Bonnie (except for the implement of the voice box, but that wasn't a big deal, since it was only a little sting), and he kept talking and laughing along with the bunny. He was a good man, even if he did swear quite a bit.
And now Bonnie was finally fixed and cleaned!
Chica and Foxy came bounding over to him. "Ooh, Bonnie, you look so shiny and pretty! You're just like new!" Chica exclaimed, clapping her hands.
"Aye, mate, you don't look too shabby yerself," Foxy said, grinning. He couldn't wait until he was all fixed up just like him!
Bonnie turned back to Mike and hugged him. "Thank you so much, Mike! You have no idea how much this means to me!"
Mike chuckled as he untangled himself from Bonnie's arms. "No problem," he said, grinning. He then turned to face Chica. "Alright, Chica, Freddy said you're next. Come on over."
Chica seemed to almost preen at this. She excitedly jumped up and made a direct beeline for the Backstage Room. "Yay, I can't wait!" she cried joyfully.
Mike cast a look back at the fox and couldn't help but feel a bit sorry. He had wanted to go first, but now he had been bumped to last...unless Freddy agreed for some maintenance. "Hey, don't worry, man. Soon you'll be all fixed up again."
Foxy's eye seemed to shine at hearing this. "Then I 'spose ye quit yer yappin' and fix tha' lassie quick!" he said excitedly, grinning widely. "I'll be waitin' fer ye!"
"So, Miss Chica, what's ailing you tonight?" Mike called, pretending to speak in a professional doctor's tone.
"Well, Dr. Mike, the servomechanisms in my legs are acting up," Chica replied, pretending to sound like a Southern belle in distress (and she was actually doing a pretty damn good job). "They keep jamming, and I believe one of my eyes is breaking. It's making me look cross-eyed and I see cracks in my vision!"
"This sounds pretty serious," Dr. Mike proclaimed, putting a hand up to his forehead. "But never fear, fair lady, I shall be able to fix you!"
Chica giggled happily. "Oh, yes!" she said.
Mike giggled back. It was fun talking with the chicken. She was just so childlike and carefree.
The night guard bent down and examined her knee joints thoroughly. Her right leg was mainly okay, just needs a little oil and a few screws tightened...but the left leg was definitely fucked up. He could try to fix it, but he knew it was only a short-term solution.
"Okay, Miss Chica, it looks like I'm gonna have to replace your left leg at the knee. Nothing's gonna fix that. Are there any spare parts?" Mike asked, looking up at her.
Chica point to a large cabinet in one of the corners. "There, Dr. Mike. The bottom drawer contains arms and legs."
The night guard stood up and walked over to said cabinet. He opened the drawer and rifled through all the Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy arms and legs until he came across a Chica leg that seemed fairly decent. A good washing would spruce up those feathers.
"Alright, Miss Chica, I've got a nice replacement here," he called out as he came back to her.
"Okay! Here, let me help," Chica said as she reached down and unscrewed her bad leg, twisting it off completely, metal gears and all.
Mike's eyes widened. "Huh. I thought the fur suit wasn't connected to the endoskeleton," he said out loud.
"Oh, no, Dr. Mike, they are," Chica said sweetly. "But it's only our legs and arms. Our heads and chests can be taken off without touching the endoskeleton. But Goldie and Springtrap's suits are completely separate, since they were also meant to be worn as costumes."
Mike's blood ran cold when she mention that fucking bear's name again. He cleared his throat, wanting to pass off as casual. "So, uh, Chica...whatever happened to Golden Freddy, huh?" he asked as he started attaching Chica's new leg. "I haven't seen him since I first started working here."
Chica looked surprised at this. "You've seen Goldie?"
"Um, yeah. It was only like one time, though. I saw his face on some poster on the wall, and then the asshole just suddenly showed up in the Office. He didn't do anything; he just scared the living shit outta me, and then he disappeared. Weird, huh?"
"That is weird. I mean, I know Goldie has powers and all, but he doesn't usually show himself to humans. He doesn't trust them," Chica said.
"Great. Another bear who doesn't trust me. What, he's got touch issues, too?" Mike retorted sarcastically, screwing in a few bolts on Chica's knee joint. "No, wait, let me guess. He doesn't smile or laugh either?"
Chica shook her head. "No, he does smile and laugh, though I think it's kinda funny. When he laughs, it sounds like a little girl. That's how we usually know he's coming. Did you know he loves to prank people?"
"Gee, I wonder why," Mike said as he finished Chica's leg and started to work on her eye.
"I don't know, either, but Goldie keeps pranking everyone, even us. Once he hid all the pizza ingredients! I couldn't even make a single slice! And then, one time he took all the strings on Bonnie's guitar and made flowers grow from Foxy's hook! And with Freddy, Goldie's done so many things to him I can't even count them anymore!"
"Goldie really seems to like Freddy, doesn't he?" Mike replied sarcastically.
"They are brothers. Of course Goldie likes to play tricks on him," Chica said, shrugging. She obviously didn't get the hidden innuendo. "But if you ask me, I think it's because Goldie's jealous that Freddy's the oldest. Brothers are always like that, for some reason."
Chica burst from the Backstage room, her eyes sparkling with joyfulness. She had never felt so clean and tidy in a long time! Her feathers were all shiny and fluffy again, and her joints were no longer rusted with crud. She felt like a whole new chicken again!
Plus, if all that weren't enough, Mike had found a eau-de-pizza cologne and sprayed it on her. Now she would always have the heavenly, cheesy scent of pizza on her! Imagine that!
She twirled around happily in a circle before turning back to face Mike. "Oh, Mike, thank you so much!" she gushed. "It's...it's been so long since I've been this clean! Oh, it just feels heavenly! And with the pizza perfume-thing, it's even more wonderful!"
"Hey, no pro -" Mike started to say when Chica bounded up to him and gave him another bone-crushing hug. Luckily, she was quick to let him go, so he didn't have to worry much about getting a collapsed lung or some shit like that.
"Aye, lassie, ye look mighty fine there!" Foxy exclaimed as he came over to her. Compared to her, he looked more like a walking bucket of rust than an animatronic, but his yellow eyes shined brightly with excitement.
Chica looked over at the red fox. "Thanks, Foxy!" she said happily. "And don't worry, you'll look just as spiffy as us when Mike's cleaned you up!"
"I be waitin' eagerly fer that," Foxy said, a wide, toothy grin on his face as he trotted over to Mike. "So, matey, ye ready to swab tha' deck?"
Mike and Foxy were silent.
They were now in the Backstage room. Foxy was seated upon the table, and Mike was studying the fox carefully, figuring out exactly what was needed to repair him. Broken jaw that barely hangs off the left joint, rusty old hook, fucked-up chest with lots of tears in it, no suit on the legs or left hand...and overall, quite dirty.
Mike exhaled and broke the silence as he jammed his thumbs into his pockets. "Alright, Foxy, what would you like me to do first?" he asked.
The red fox looked down at himself. "Well...I know there be plenty o' things to work on," he started, "but I'd like to have me jaw working again. I look like a bloomin' idiot with it hangin' down me face like that."
"Alright, fix jaw first," Mike repeated as he came up to Foxy and took a look at his face more carefully. "Hmm...the port that connects the right side has definitely gone to shit. I'll have to get a new jawbone." The night guard stood up and walked over to the cabinet where the spare parts were. He dug through the various animatronic heads, but all he found were a couple of Foxy heads. "Hey, Foxy, I can't find a jawbone by itself," he called out.
"You won't, lad. They don't have single pieces like that here," Foxy replied. "I mean, they did at tha' other location...but here, we're kinda short. You'll have to replace me whole head."
Mike shrugged. "Alright then." He took the head that was in best shape and walked back over to the fox. "Now let's see how we'll replace...oh, shit."
While the night guard had been talking, Foxy had undone his own head and lifted it off, exposing his bare endoskeleton head. Mike thought he would shit bricks when he laid eyes on that thing, it was creepy as fuck!
Foxy chuckled when he saw Mike's face. "Aren't I tha' prettiest?" he said, wiggling his eyelids suggestively. He would have grinned if his endo-teeth had been able to. "Now I look like tha' other one o'er there." He lifted his hook and gestured to the other endoskeleton that had been pushed aside.
Mike gulped, then shuddered. "Ugh, whatever. Let's just get this thing on," he muttered as he carefully adjusted the new head onto Foxy's endo-head. Once that was done, he took some oil and oiled all of Foxy's joints, making sure that none got stuck or anything. "There, now let's work on that chest of yours. It looks like you got in a catfight or something."
"20 years of inactivity does that to ye, boy," Foxy said, shrugging. "I'm surprised it hasn't fallen off at this point."
Mike went back to the cabinet. He searched among the various parts until he found a Foxy chest that looked fairly decent. He also took two fox legs and a left arm just to save another trip. He turned back and nearly shit himself when he saw that Foxy had already torn off his chest and was wiggling his eyebrows.
"OH -! W-Will you STOP that?! You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack, you fucking asshole!" Mike swore as he tried to regulate his breathing again. "Ooh, I hate you!"
Foxy laughed heartily. "Not used to seeing me in me full glory, are ye, laddie?" he cackles as he tossed his old chest aside. "It's funny how ye jump and scream like that -!"
"ALRIGHT, shut up. I get it," Mike muttered as he came over and grudgingly helped Foxy put on the new chest. He also made sure to replace Foxy's legs and arm with the new ones, then moved on to clean him fully.
While scrubbing down Foxy's hook, Mike felt compelled to ask something. "Hey, Foxy...you think Freddy will let me work on him? He's the only one left, right?"
Foxy went quiet as he processed this question. "Well, laddie...I'm not sure, honestly. Tha' Cap'n is pretty firm about not lettin' anyone touch him. I'm still surprised he let ye work on us."
"Why, though? Does he normally act like that?"
"Pretty much, laddie. Always serious, always quiet, always distant...but it wasn't - oh, never mind. I be talkin' too much."
"Wait, what? What were you gonna say?" Mike said as he stopped scrubbing.
"Never mind, laddie. 'Tis not important," Foxy said, shaking his head.
"No, tell me, please," Mike said.
Foxy sighed. "Alright, lad...but just don't tell anyone ye got it from me, ye hear?"