Summary: For HelValkyrie; Mike first meets the crew, and the toys. [JerMike]

Warnings; none

A commission for HelValkyrie. Part of her Fully Inked AU. Enjoy

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Mike fiddled with his phone, looking around nervously as he waited. He'd just texted Jeremy to let him in, since he'd been asking to come in after work. It was near midnight, and apparently the crew had wanted to fully meet Mike. And so did more of the animatronics. He guessed. He really hoped none of them were like Freddy...that bear had something against him.

"Heya Mikey."

He almost cringed, waving as Vincent let him in. "Hey. Jeremy said you'd all be here tonight so I could meet everyone."

"Yep, we're all here. Come on in, we usually have a night to hang out. Gettin' some pizza going and drinking all the free shit we can. The toys are here too so ya have to meet them I guess." Vincent explained as they went.

"The Toys?" He echoed, confused.

"The other set of animatronics. Ya already know them, ya just don't realize it."

Mike frowned, not sure what that meant at all. But he followed Vincent in, seeing Jeremy yelling at someone he'd never seen before. He was a bit chubbier, with red hair and freckles and wearing the Fazbear uniform. Next to them was a man Mike recognized from hearing about rather than having seen him before.

"Ah, Mike!" Scott greeted. "Heard a lot about you."

"Same with you..."

Jeremy waved as he walked over. "Hey. So, yeah. Scott and Fritz. There, you've met them."

"Slow down there, Jeremy. Don't get all shy on us." Scott teased as Fritz gave them all a look. "Man though, Mike, you're not what I expected! Freddy always talks you up and only Vincent has seen Jeremy's mysterious boyfriend."

"And you can never trust him for anything." Fritz added, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, he doesn't seem very fond of me..." Mike mumbled self consciously.

Scott slapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Freddy's old, they were built back in the late 70's. They're not used to piercings and tattoos. Since you'll be around, they'll see your a good guy."

"Unless you guys break up. Then I would probably never ever set food in here again." Fritz added.

Mike blinked, feeling a little overwhelmed. "Uh..."

"Come on guys, give him some breathin' room." Vincent cut in when Jeremy went to yell at them. "Relax, Mikey. Ya got nothing to worry about. Have ya met Spring and Fredbear? They usually hide in the back since they were retired. And of course there's the toys ya have to meet, they've been so antsy about ya."

"What are the toys?" Mike asked Jeremy.

The blond sighed, pointing to the scars on his forehead. Mike tensed, feeling himself pale. The toys...had done that? He felt sick. Seeing his discomfort, Jeremy walked over and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Relax, it wasn't really their fault. When you meet them, you'll like them. I promise."

He nodded. "Okay..."

"Oh, I see Mr. Schmidt is here."

The artist jumped slightly, noticing that Jeremy's hold on him tightened. "Oh, uh, hi Freddy."

The animatronic bear gave him a look. Mike quickly looked away. He'd rather not aggravate the robot. Especially if he was going to be here awhile. Jeremy glared at him and guided Mike towards where they'd set up a table of soda and pizza.

"Are you hungry? We've been waiting for everyone to get here."

"You didn't have to wait on me." Mike muttered, frowning.

He tensed up when Vincent shoved Jeremy and replaced his arm with his own. "Of course we had to! You're our guest of honor. Newbie hasn't dated in the entire time he's been here. Ya must be pretty special right?"

"Stop trying to molest my boyfriend, asshole!"

"Relax, newbie. I just wanna get to know him." Vincent argued.

Mike shrugged off his arm. "You can get to know me without touching me. My arm is still sore from a new tattoo anyway."

"We should all go in. Have a tattoo night." Scott cut in as he grabbed himself some pizza. "Ohh, Chica made the meat special, Foxy must've talked her into it."

"I could definitely do that if you want." Mike offered, chuckling. "I'll even give you a discount. Except Vincent. He pays extra."

The black haired man made a noise, scowling and crossing his arms. "What a gip..."

Jeremy snorted. "That does sound fun. As long as we don't drink beforehand. Last time didn't go so well..."

Mike grinned, remembering the incident that he was talking about. He grabbed himself some pizza, sticking close to Jeremy as they all began eating. Scott kept telling loud, interesting stories about the animatronics and small things, like when Jeremy had first joined. The blond looked annoyed at that, but didn't argue. Fritz added something small now and then, but Mike noticed he seemed to be quieter than the rest of them.

"Uh, so, where are these toys?" Mike finally asked, finishing his pizza and sipping his drink.

He frowned when Jeremy stiffened next to him. "Well, there's one that keeps sneaking up on us."

He motioned towards the ceiling. Confused, Mike glanced up. He froze up when he saw a white fox, twisted and snakelike as it skittered around the ceiling easily. When it saw Mike staring, it waved. He waved back and it dropped down, hanging off the ceiling off a few stray, extra limbs.

"Hi!"

"Mangle, this is Mike, Jeremy's boyfriend." Scott said.

It's eyes widened and it smiled wide. "Oh! I'm so glad! Chirp always said Jeremy had to be lonely all the time. Not as lonely as Vincent, of course, but I'm glad he has you now."

Vincent rolled his eyes behind the fox as Mike gave a nervous smile. "I'll look after him."

"Hm..." Mangle suddenly leaned forward and Mike noticed Jeremy's arm jerked out and grabbed his hand, yanking him to the side. The fox pretended not to notice. "Captain Foxy said we had to be careful around you but...I dunno. You seem like you'd fit right in on our ship!"

"I think he'd make me a cabin boy." Mike mumbled.

It nodded wisely. "Always a tough struggle. Oh well. Just don't let Chirp talk you into joining the band."

It climbed back up into the ceiling and was gone. Mike looked at the others, wondering what that had been about, but they all smiled easily.

"Mangle's a bit...different as you can see. Friendly enough, but it glitched once and...well, you saw what happened." Scott said.

Jeremy made a noise. "Glad its such a fond memory for us all."

Mike cleared his throat. "So uh...it, it caused the...bite?"

"Lot of shit happened. Best not to worry about it." Vincent shrugged. "Mangle's better now, blondie fixed it up."

"And...not to be rude, but...why call Mangle an it?" He asked curiously. "You guys refer to Freddy as a he, and Chica as a she?"

"Mangle prefers it. Some kids once argued what it was, girl or boy, and once we fixed it up, they said they didn't like either." Fritz explained. He shrugged. "Whatever makes it more comfortable."

"We request that you respect Mangle's wishes." Freddy cut in, giving him a look.

Mike nodded, ignoring the bear. "No, it's no problem. I was just curious. It seems nice enough at least."

"Yeah, nice enough unless you're an asshole." Scott said, glancing meaningfully at Vincent.

"I'll have ya know I'm only an asshole here. I gotta fit in somehow." He mumbled, grabbing more pizza. "My kids think I'm great."

Mike began choking on his pop, eyes wide. "You have kids?!"

"Is someone dying? Did Vincent strike again?"

A brown blur ran into the room, nearly colliding into Mike. He gaped; the term 'toy' fit really well for them, it seemed. They were plastic, not fur, and it was smaller than the others. The toy version of Freddy gave him a look over before deflating slightly, looking disappointed.

"You seem fine. Despite how the children seemed to have gotten to you with markers." It said, looking at the markings on Mike's arms.

"He might get lead poisoning."

Mike jumped, finding himself suddenly surrounded. He guessed the toy version of Chica was Chirp, like Mangle had mentioned. But the Bonnie was a lighter blue, almost a teal, as it eyed him critically.

"This is Fredrick, Chirp and Bon Blu." Fritz said. "They're from where I work, across town. Sometimes they come here for maintence so we usually throw a party like this. You'll probably see them then."

"Oh, these aren't marker..." Chirp mumbled, grabbing one of Mike's arms and examining it closer.

"No, these is permanent. I do it myself." Mike explained, smiling.

"Did you poke holes into yourself too?" Bon Blu asked curious, getting too close into his face to look at some of his piercings.

"Yep. In my line of work, people tend to trust you better if you look like this." He said.

"So it's like a cult?" Chirp asked.

"No no, cults are usually secrets." Fredrick corrected her, hands on his hips.

"How do you know? You in any cults?" Bon demanded hotly at him. He then perked up. "Oh, so it's like us!"

Mike raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"Chirp and I have color permanently on us, right? So does Mangle." Bon pointed to his eyelids. They were colored purple, like eyeshadow. He then pointed at Chirp's hot pink pelvis. "So you're like us."

Mike heard Jeremy snort behind him but ignored it. "I actually do that for people! Maybe if you want to try a different color I can help you."

"Different colors? Can I have blue?" Chirp asked excitedly. "I think it would make my eyes look prettier."

"Blue would be nice, though you might want to try-"

Mike stopped when Scott slapping him on the back. "Mike, don't give them ideas. Their colors changed and the marketing team will come after you."

"That's always your excuse..." Bon grumbled, arms crossed.

"I'm not sure what the others were talking about...You seem okay enough, Mike." Fredrick said, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe it's because you haven't offered them their own colors?"

Mike nervously glanced at where Freddy was watching. "I don't think that's the problem..."

"Anyway, the only ones left are our goldieoldies. They're probably in the back. Since retirement, Spring gets shy. Jeremy's not allowed to fix him up, though we all do in secret since we'd hate for him to break down on us..." Scott went on, effortlessly dragging the tattoo artists away.

"Oh no, you're not bringing him to them. Spring is weird enough, but you know how that asshole is when you interrupt their time together." Jeremy snapped.

"We'll get them!" Chirp offered immediately, running off. Bon followed closely.

"Should we bug them then?" Mike asked weakly.

"It's fine." Fritz managed around a mouth full of pizza. "Really. The two are always together in the back. Fredbear's just a bit...over protective."

"Even though it's Spring ya gotta worry about." Vincent added. "Damn thing throws temper tantrums that could ruin the entire place."

"His limiters are...broken." Jeremy explained softly when Mike looked confused. "Each robot has them, to make sure they don't accidentally hurt the kids or adults. But Spring and Fredbear are from the original restaurant, and I'm technically not allowed to fix him up. So I can't order new limiters for him, and Bonnie and Bon use smaller versions."

"Once he threw Freddy across the dining room." Scott whispered.

Mike blinked owlishly. "U-uh...?"

"Relax Mikey. Don't give him a reason to not like ya, and ya won't have a problem." Vincent smirked. Mike glared back at him.

"Jeremy! Chirp says you're not lonely anymore!"

Mike barely reacted when Scott yanked him aside, just in time to watch a very tall, dark gold robot launch into the room and grab Jeremy. He went to protest, because he could hurt him, but relaxed when Jeremy just looked annoyed at being swung around like a ragdoll.

"Spring, put me down!"

"You must be Michael."

He jumped, having not seen the second robot. A huge, yellow gold Freddy stood there, top hat and bowtie purple as he looked him over. His voice was dark deeper than the others, making some of the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

"Uh, I go by Mike but...yeah. That's me." He said, offering a smile.

"He's my boyfriend, so can we stop talking about him like he's not here? And I wasn't lonely!" Jeremy snapped, dusting himself off when Spring finally put him down.

"Definitely lonely. You only have us!" Spring whined. Mike felt proud that he didn't jump this time when the gold bunny got too close into his face to look him over. "You have screws hanging out though."

"Humans don't have screws, Spring. Michael has those there on purpose." Fredbear mused.

"Ohh, that's good. Jeremy shouldn't pick someone broken. He should work here though! Then we can be around more."

"They'd never hire him looking like that." Freddy grumbled.

Mike chuckled. "I appreciate it, Spring, but I have a job. But I'll still come in to see you guys and Jeremy whenever I'm allowed."

"Why wouldn't you be allowed?" Spring looked confused before his eyes narrowed at Freddy. "It's because you're being mean again isn't it? Freddy's so bossy, thinking he can throw people out."

"I am not bossy!" Freddy argued. Behind him, the three toys rolled their eyes.

"Freddy's just looking out for the restaurant. It's okay." Mike said. He'd much rather not see the two begin fighting. "I'll be back likely in a few days."

"Can you give us colors that aren't permanent then?" Bon asked.

"You'll be back at your own restaurant. But I'm sure between Mike and Jeremy, we can find you something." Fritz mumbled.

"Could probably find some new eyelids and make them interchangeable..." Jeremy mused to himself.

"I want some!" Chirp added.

"Can I have permanent?" Spring asked.

"I like your colors though, Spring..." Fredbear said. The bunny pouted but mumbled about not changing them then.

"It's nearly four...We should begin packing up." Scott announced, glancing at his watch. "Mike, Jeremy, you guys head on home. We'll deal with clean up this time."

"Are you sure?" Mike asked. He felt guilty, dumping it all on them.

"Ya can handle it next time." Vincent said.

Mike nodded. He got his jacket back on and followed Jeremy out of the pizzaria. The blond seemed eager to get out, so Mike hurried with him, the two stopping outside next to their cars.

"That was fun."

Jeremy gave him a look. "You mean that was a headache. Still, I'm glad they liked you. Maybe now Freddy will stop giving you a hard time. Call me when you get up, okay?"

Mike nodded, hugging Jeremy close. He flushed when he felt the blond press a kiss to his shoulder, the engineer immedaitely gone and into his car before he could comment. Raising an eyebrow, the brown haired man sighed and shrugged it off, wanting to get home and finally get some sleep.

He wanted to get on working on the new eyeshadows anyway.

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Maybe the toys can convince Freddy to stop being such an oldtimer. But I doubt it.

MRIMO