After Mike heard the rather disturbing message on the phone he flipped up the tablet. Both Chica and Bonnie were gone and Freddy was staring at the camera. Foxy was out but instead of glaring at the camera it was looking off to the side towards the dinner. Mike tilted his head in confusion. 'What on earth is that thing staring at?' He pondered. He switched to camera 1B and saw both the chicken and rabbit in the dinner. Bonnie was sitting on a table and Chica was standing adjacent to the robot, its beak flapping about like a retarded barking dog. Bonnie nodded and flapped his jaws as well. Mike just stared at the two as they interacted. "Are they conversing?" He asked aloud. He checked the door lights and went back to the robots.
Freddy was now among them but was straightening the chairs and hats instead of talking. It shooed Bonnie off of the table and the rabbit complied. Mike became bored watching this and instead switched to the Pirate's Cove. Foxy was sitting on the edge of the small stage. It let its bare metal legs hang off the side and swung them to and fro. Mike sat back and checked the power gauge.
TIME: 1:00
POWER: 86%
USAGE: [||| ]
"Wow maybe this'll be easy after all." The man said rubbing his thighs absentmindedly.
A whole hour passed in peace and quiet, save for all the commotion in the kitchen. Mike was spinning around in his chair bored out of his 22 year old mind.

"Blugh! I've never been so bored in my life!" Mike exclaimed. He kicked some trash about and sighed. 'You wanted an easy job dude and you got it.' The security guard thought almost berating himself for his brilliant idea of fixing the facial recognition in the robots. Turns out somebody from management had disabled that feature for some reason.
Mike lazily gazed up at the neon text on the wall.
TIME: 3:43
POWER: 73%
USAGE: [||| ]
He then looked at the tablet and saw that all of the animal performers were sitting in a circle in the dinner talking to each other. The brunette was nearly tempted to join them but thought against it. 'They may look docile but they're still more than capable of killing.' The man groaned then pulled out his phone and started to play a game.

Time passed and the watchman was now sleeping. His phone beeped an obnoxious tune telling him to wake up. Mike yawned and stretched his taut arms. He turned off the alarm, checked the door lights, and then opened the doors. Slumping in his chair he checked the power.
TIME: 4:37
POWER: 42%
USAGE: [||| ||]
He then checked his cameras and found that all of the animatronics were gone! "Oh fuck, this can't be happening!" He exclaimed. He checked all of the cameras. Bonnie was backstage and Chica was in the restroom with, oddly enough, Foxy but Freddy was gone. Mike looked high and low for that bear but came up empty handed. Without warning a low almost gleeful laugh echoed through Mike's office. 'Oh... dear... god' was all the security guard could think of before he was scooped out of his chair and flung into the west corridor. "Gah!" Mike cried out as he landed with a hard thud. Loud labored footsteps slammed on the ground slowly approaching the young man. Mike's breathing quickened and his body trembled in fear. 'This is my fault! I should've paid more attention. I should've seen this comin'!' Mike sputtered when the massive outline of Freddy towered over him. "S-stay back!" the man shouted. "Get the hell away from me!" He screamed before bolting down the hallway. Footsteps followed him but they were slower.

Mike ran blindly through the dinner, rounded to the east wing of the building, and fled into the kitchen. Buckling over with his hands on his knees, Mike gasped for breath.
After his heart rate was back to normal Mike looked around. He has never set foot in here nor has he ever seen this room on the security footage. The kitchen looked just as horrid as the rest of the pizzeria. 'Ugh, I hate it here. Wait-!' The guard searched frantically for the tablet which was, unfortunately, back in the office. "Crap! How could I have been so reckless?" Mike said.
Once again he heard those clanking footsteps. Mike looked around for a hiding spot then sprinted to the back of the kitchen. He slid underneath a tall wood pallet that was holding a box of food and was covered by a dinghy navy blanket. He silently thanked his genes for his small stature.

Suddenly the double doors flew open. From what Mike could see two chicken feet stood near the doors. "H-he's not he-re Feddy!" A high pitched feminine voice squawked. A deeper baritone voice with a southern drawl replied, "Well kee-keep lookin'. He couldn't-t have gotten f-f-ar." If not for how adamant these things were about finding him, Mike would have just walked out. But he knew he wouldn't stand a chance against a 7-foot bear robot and a chicken possibly the same height. Not to mention he'd have to get around Bonnie and Foxy. Foxy was the real problem. The damn pirate was just so fast Mike doubted he could outrun him. The duo had left and Mike's brain was buzzing with plans to escape this hell hole like a bee hive. He arched into a ball and tried to clear his mind.

CRASH!

'What was that?' Mike peered out from under the blanket and saw Foxy sprawled out on the checkered tile. "Yargh! Ev-every time I set foot in here!" The fox cursed with a deep pirate accent and stood trying hard to keep balance but his metal feet couldn't get traction. His slipped again landing of his back. The animatronic growled then swiveled his head.

They made eye contact.

Mike yelped jumping up and bashing his head on the pallet. The poor guard's head lolled and he groaned in pain. His vision was blurry and he felt dizzy. Mike could barely register the cold metal hand brushing the nape of his neck. Foxy grabbed Mike by the scruff of his black Freddy Fazbear security t-shirt and pulled him out from his hiding spot.
The man regained his bearings and twisted his head up, squinting in the dim light. The ugly fox robot stared at him with a glowing amber eye. Mike's cobalt eyes stretched in fear. He tried to jump up but was held by the iron grip of the pirate. He squirmed and struggled hard, "Let go! Let go of me!" He cried. Foxy only tighten his hold like a vise then cooed, "Easy now matey-ey. Ol' Foxy's not gonna hu-urt ya."

Mike went still, tired from struggling. It took a moment for him to realize what Foxy had just said. "You're not gonna kill me?" He asked tilting his head. Foxy mimicked him, "No-o, why would I-I hurt ye?" The pirate fox asked. "You killed Phone Guy. Why am I any different?' Mike implored. Foxy thought about this then seemed to have some realization. "Are ya talkin' a-about that endo-doskeleton who was here bef-ore ya?" He asked. Mike nodded and swallowed a lump in his throat. "Oh, he-e's back in his-s suit." Mike almost vomited at that statement. Foxy saw him gag and patted his back then, "I don't kno-ow why yer out of yer-yer office lad but you better got back. Freddy's loo-okin' fer ya." Mike nodded with a hand on his mouth and small tears in his eye. Foxy curled his back looking into the human's eyes. "Are ya ship-shape laddie?" He asked. The young man nodded blinking away the tears. Foxy looked around then sighed, "Well-l let's be gettin' y-ya back." The pirate coiled his arm around the small guard and hoisted him up. Mike stumbled a bit but Foxy kept him steady. "Whoa-whoa easy sailor." Mike fumbled back to his office with Foxy on his shoulder. 'I know the facial recognition is fixed and I know I should relax but I still can't accept this hospitality. Who is to say that I not still subject to a gruesome death even if they do recognize me as human.' Mike sat in his chair heaving a bit. Foxy stood over him then pivoted his head back like and owl, looking at the neon numbers on the wall. "It-it's almost op-pening time. I best be-e gettin' back." He said snapping his head back and staring down at Michael.

The brunette nodded and looked back, despair filled his cerulean eyes. The pirate reached out and put a metallic hand on the human's shoulder. Mike flinched but didn't really react. Foxy gently squeezed Mike's shoulder before returning his arm to his side, "I best be going." He told the watchman before turning to walk out of the booth. Before he left, though, he looked over his tattered shoulder and spoke, "You best be keepin' an ey-e out for Freddy, lad. He won't be ta-akin' it easy tonight-night." And with that he walked out and left Mike alone.

Alone in a void of despair...