A/N: Get all the positive feedback! Seriously though, I love all this, well, love! I don't usually get this kind of response and it's wonderful! But anyhow, it's time for the chapter idea winner.
Surprise there's two, they are Blood Brandy and TheAlphaVulpine! I'm going to mix the two ideas since I couldn't decide. Review if you enjoyed or have an idea yourself!
Animatronic speak
Thoughts
*EDIT: There were a few formatting errors and typos I noticed, they gone now.*
"So how's Jeremy coping with the job my boy?" Freddy said, staring at his hand and his chips repeatedly, seemingly conflicted.
"Well, everytime I go by the office he flips me the bird, so I guess he's doing just fine." Mike answered, having folded his hand a bit ago.
"Does he not like to play with us Mr. Mike?" Chica asked, having lost all of her chips a while ago. Despite being bad at the game, Chica was more than happy to play it.
"No, I think he's just upset. He really will be upset in a minute or so." Mike began to giggle softly, pulling it in when the camera in the corner scrolled towards the group.
"Why? What did you do Mike?" Bonnie asked, glaring at Mike suspiciously. Eyes widening in surprise when Foxy's animatronic screech reached his ears.
"JESUS CHRIST! MIKE I WILL KICK YOUR ASS!" Mike couldn't hold his laugher in anymore and promptly busted out laughing. Foxy coming around the corner laughing as well.
"I…put a picture of an empty…west hallway so Foxy could…oh my god…scare him…hahahahaha!" Mike said, wheezing in between words he was laughing so hard.
"Ahh, the lad scares just like 'e used to! Ye got to try it." Foxy said wiping her eye and accepting the deal from Freddy.
"If he runs out of power, I'll get him good. Fold." Freddy said, tossing his garbage away, not even going to bother trying to catch anything.
"I think Jeremy would really like a pizza. Chica, can you make him one as a peace offering?" Mike said, staring at Bonnie's eyes to see the cards in his hands. Something he would never tell the rabbit.
"Sure Mr. Mike! Mr. Jeremy seems really lonely too. So I'll be his friend for tonight!" Chica said, bouncing off towards the kitchen and rattling the pots and pans around while she tried to grab them.
"Hard to believe something that childlike would have stuffed me in a suit until all my bones snapped." Mike commented offhandedly. Wordlessly sliding his raise into the pot and making a fuming rabbit fold.
"I would have helped her too, you mother fucker." Bonnie said, watching somewhat angrily as Foxy and Mike battled it out for the large pot.
"Play nice now Bonnie. Fold." When Mike saw Foxy reach for her pot to raise him again, he said fuck it and folded.
"HAHA! Give me the booty! Mikey, me arm 'as been acting up again. I think ye may need to 'tamper' with it." Foxy said, laughing flirtatiously.
Mike laughed himself a little bit. Almost dropping the cards he was shuffling. "So is 'tamper' our new word for fuck?"
"Aye, it might be." Foxy said, getting up and leading Mike by the hand back to the cove.
"Sleep mode." Freddy said once Mike and Foxy were out of sight. Immediately becoming limp.
"Freddy? No Freddy! You bastard!" Bonnie said, grabbing Freddy by his shoulders and shaking vigorously.
"You haven't told me how to do that! Wake up you bastard! I don't want to hear this either!" Bonnie said, giving up his quest to wake up the bear.
"YAR HAR HAR!" The pirate laugh was heard throughout the restaurant and sent disgusted shivers down the back of the animatronic bunny.
"OH GOD MIKE! GO BACK IN THE COVE!"
Poor Jeremy, can't catch a break. You all love his suffering, don't you?
Six A.M.
Mike walked out of the cove, whistling and pulling up his fly as he surveyed the restaurant.
"See you tomorrow Foxy!"
He doubted she would answer, sleeping off a good lay was one of the best parts in his opinion. Before he left, Mike ran into Jeremy in the dining room, eating a little bit of leftover pizza.
"Hey Jeremy." Mike greeted, reaching for a piece of pizza before Jeremy smacked his hand away.
"Get you jizz covered hands off my god damn pizza. Go and wash your hands and I'll give you some, I have a somewhat small stomach and have never been able to eat a whole pizza myself." Jeremy said, poising over his pizza like a mother protects her young.
"Geez, it's only girl jizz. You think I'm one of those weirdoes that plays with his own spunk?" Mike said, walking away towards the restroom.
"Yes." Jeremy muttered to himself once Mike was out of earshot.
Once the two of them were eating pizza together in silence Jeremy asked a question. "How do you do it Mike?"
"Do what?" Mike asked, mouth full of pizza.
"Act so confident. These guys were trying to kill you a month ago, now you act like it never happened and you're actually in a relationship with one of them."
Mike leaned back in his chair and stared off into space for a moment. "It's just a part of me I guess. These guys actually had a pretty good reason for trying to kill security guards for all these years."
"I think I can guess."
"The murders are what you're thinking of right?"
"Yeah. I was working while they happened and then the bite happened the next fucking day man. Five kids died man…I can't stand these things anymore. Especially the toy versions of them, they were so fucking creepy."
"They told me about the murders. Every one of them got stuffed inside of Freddy, the others were deactivated and Freddy was in some sort of forced sleep mode. Never caught the actual guy."
"So you mean that sick bastard is still out there?" Jeremy asked, heavily disappointed that a monster was still walking outside bars a free man.
"No, he's dead."
"How do you know?"
Mike didn't answer him, simply staring at Jeremy trying to seemingly stare the answer into his brain.
Jeremy's eyes widened in fear and realization. "Mike you didn't!"
"No I wasn't directly responsible for his death. The animatronics were. I just brought him here."
The two were in stunned silence for a while, Jeremy absorbing the fact that the man who killed those children was finally dead. On the other hand, was Mike actually capable of killing himself? The whole thing didn't sit well with Jeremy at all.
"Don't worry. Ever since they killed that guy, they've been like this. I doubt they would hurt a fly anymore."
"That's a relief." Was all he could think to say. The fact Mike had basically killed someone robbing him of most of his thoughts.
"I thought you hated me honestly, since we didn't get started on a very good foot. Considering I made you think I was trying to kill you. You puked on me. Foxy scaring you. All that nonsense." Mike said, listing off the reasons he and Jeremy could hate each other for.
"It's fine. I don't hate anybody unless it's really drastic. I don't like being rude to people."
The small heart to heart between Mike and Jeremy was ended by the front door being opened. Followed by their boss's arrogant voice.
"Don't you dare drop those boxes! What's in those things is more than you make in a year!" Daryl yelled from somewhere outside. Loud enough that they were sure he would wake the dead.
"Again you two are here? I'm not paying you for overtime."
Mike gave a snort that he hoped would piss his boss off. "Like you pay us for overtime anyway."
"I'd usually give you lip, but I'm in too good of a mood to let you get to me Schmidt." Daryl said, while a moving company moved four boxes as tall as him into the dining room.
"I will actually pay you for overtime if the two of you help us with this. Mike especially since you actually have a degree for this stuff." Daryl said, paying one of the men once they were done loading the boxes and tossing Mike and Jeremy crowbars. Taking their silence for agreement.
"Be careful with what's in there." Daryl said when he saw Mike jab the crowbar viciously into the gap between the box and the lid.
"Why? It's not like there's an animatronic in there…never mind." Mike said, when he saw the far more modern design of Freddy Fazbear in the box.
"Animatronics?" Jeremy asked, his question answered when he popped open the box to see the redesigned Chica.
"Yep boys!" Daryl began, wrapping an arm around the two men. "Freddy Fazbear's just won a big fucking lawsuit and we could finally bring back the replacements."
"Lawsuit?" Jeremy and Mike asked in unison.
"There was a rumor going around that the animatronics were made specifically to kill. Once those allegations were cleared we got those guys on slander! It was great! Forty million dollars!" Daryl answered, positively aglow with happiness.
"Woo hoo!" Mike yelled, breaking free of his boss's grip and throwing his arms up in celebration.
"Raises!" Mike yelled again, pumping his fist and beginning to play an air guitar. Jeremy joining him shortly after in celebration.
"As if…okay. Maybe small raises." Daryl answered, infected with the good future of the restaurant as were his guards.
"Hey boss." Mike began, pausing for a moment as a question lingered in his mind. "Who the hell sued this place and has that kind of money."
"Ah, that's the beauty of it Mike! That bitch ass restaurant down the street, Faggy Cheese's or something, they made the claims. We just bankrupted the local pizzeria competition!" Daryl erupted into a fit of laughter when he saw the surprised looks of his employees.
"What'll happen to the old animatronics?" Jeremy asked, more out of concern for Mike's friends that out of his own concern.
"We're replacing them. Though not any time soon, it's going to be awhile before all the bugs and kinks get worked out. Which is where you come in Mike." Daryl said, gesturing to the confused night janitor who did absolutely no janitorial work.
"I want you to be the night technician. You know, fix anything that goes wrong with them during the night, stuff like that. That position will be yours until they get replaced. We're also going to be expanding the restaurant next year. I see business taking off soon and money getting raked in faster than I could spend it!" Daryl stared at the ceiling briefly as if he could actually see his the vision in his head.
"But boss, I've never actually worked in a mechanic job before." Mike said, unusually nervous.
"None of that crap Mike, I know your credentials and you are more than qualified to do this job. Eventually, you could be getting a six figure salary if business really takes off like I hope it will." Daryl said, clapping his new technician on the back.
"I'll be in my office. I'll see you tomorrow. The day shift will get them all assembled and functional, it's your job Mike to keep them functional. God knows we can't have eighty seven happening again."
Mike and Jeremy stared in stunned silence before celebrating in unison and high-fiving each other. "I can't wait for tonight." Jeremy said, excited over the promise of a raise.
"No kidding, see you tonight man."
"See ya."
They both went home, excited beyond belief about the potential that working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria could hold. Not one month ago did the both of them despise this job. Now, they couldn't wait to get to work.
Twelve A.M.
Mike and the gang had forgone their poker game for the night and instead decided to welcome the new animatronics to the restaurant. Surprisingly, when Mike told them they would be replaced all of the animatronics seemed relieved. Freddy said it was just because they were old and needed to give it a rest.
"Really? Their names are Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, and Toy Foxy? Who came up with these lame ass names?" Mike said when Freddy told them their names.
"Don' blame them. Just call them T. Freddy or T. Bonnie, etc. you get the picture." Freddy said.
"I guess that's better. But they're on right now aren't they? They aren't responding to any kind of electrical stimuli. Guess there's a few more kinks than I thought." Mike said, poking around in the back panel of several of the Toy animatronics.
"Are their endoskeletons on as well?" Bonnie said, examining on of the animatronics Mike wasn't poking in.
"Yeah. I guess they just don't want to be on." Mike said, closing the panel on T. Chica. Casting a confused look at the panties that Daryl demanded she wear.
"Are their batteries charged Mr. Mike?" Chica asked, poking the face of her remodel and recoiling when she knocked the beak off. Hastily catching it and putting it back on before Mike noticed.
Mike paused mid stride before smacking himself in the face. "That's what those were? I'm such an idiot."
After placing their batteries inside the animatronics, like he was fucking supposed to, it didn't take them long before a startup jingle was heard. Very similar to that of an ancient windows boot up sound.
"Hey they're on! Hey Jeremy I got them running! Come check them-HURK!" Mike was cut off by T. Freddy grabbing him around the neck with both hands.
Mike's fucked.
"You know the rules at Fazbear's pizzeria!" T. Freddy said. Tightening his grip around the kicking human's neck.
"Help!" Mike wheezed out between T. Freddy squeezing his throat like a stress ball.
"Mr. Fazbear, that might be taking it a bit too far." Mike heard off to the side. The voice sounding very dignified, almost like royalty.
"I guess you're right Chica." T. Freddy said, hesitantly dropping Mike to the floor. Watching and giggling as Mike crawled away behind Freddy's legs.
"Why did no one help me!" Mike said once he regained his nerves. Standing and pointing an accusing finger at Freddy, and glaring daggers at the giggling Bonnie.
"It was funny." Was all he said, walking off to somewhere backstage.
"I think introductions are necessary here, My name is Chica the Chicken. Nice to meet you Mr.…." T. Chica said, extending her hand for a shake. The behavioral contrast was…obvious at least.
"Mike Schmidt. I'm the night technician, I'm here to make sure you guys don't have a colossal meltdown." Mike answered, shaking the animatronics hand.
"Mr. Schmidt then. At least you seem competent in your job."
Mike introduced himself to the rest of the animatronics and then left them be to socialize with each other. Since it had been a while since they have talked to one another. Mike saw Foxy chilling in her cove and decided to pay her a visit.
"Hey Foxy." Mike greeted her.
"Ahoy Mikey! I've just…who's that behind ye?" Foxy said, her playful tone going away when she pointed somewhere behind him.
When Mike turned around he saw what looked like Foxy, but with all of red fur being replaced with with white. She hid more behind the door once Mike looked at her.
"That's Toy Foxy I think, I thought you were back there with the other animatronics?"
T. Foxy just shrank more behind the door. Not answering his question.
"She be a bit of a coward. Me sister isn't like me at all." Foxy said, coming out from behind the curtain completely and speaking to Mike directly.
"I…I'm not a c-coward!" T. Foxy said, not coming from behind the door.
"Sure lass, that be why ye can't even come inside this room. Or is it ye can't talk to Mikey at all?" Foxy said, wrapping an arm around Mike's shoulder and pulling him in for a kiss.
"I-It's not h-him. I-It's just b-because he's a t-technician." T. Foxy said, sounding somewhat terrified.
Mike watched as Foxy's expression changed to one of understanding and gave her smaller sister a comforting hug.
"Mikey isn't like those technicians. I promise, 'e wouldn't do what them bastards did." Foxy said, parting from the hug to rub her sister's back.
"P-Promise?" T. Foxy asked, still eyeing Mike warily.
"Pirate's 'onor lassie." Foxy said. Raising her hook in a mock salute.
"I hope I'm not prying, but why don't you like technicians?" Mike asked. Uncomfortable when women, be they animatronic foxes, were afraid of him. "If it helps, I'm basically a night guard. I'm more of a fill in technician."
"That be a bit of a private matter Mikey." Foxy answered, keeping an arm around her sibling.
"It's alright Foxy, h-he can know about that." T. Foxy said, hesitantly holding eye contact with Mike. Something that was beginning to get on his nerves.
"Well Mikey, when the staff put 'er back together back in eighty seven. They were…inappropriate to say the least. There was a reason the little ones were able to take 'er apart so easily." Foxy said, tightening her grip on her sister when she felt her shudder at the memory.
"You don't have to worry about that with me. The only urge I have to undress animatronic foxes is gone with Foxy's help." Mike said, trying to alleviate the tension the only way he knew how. Dirty jokes, dirty jokes forever.
"I don't want to think about that!" T. Foxy said, covering her ears to block out Mike's perversions. Much to the amusement of Foxy.
"I'm going to let you guys catch up on lost time. I'll go hang with Jeremy." Mike said, giving a last goodbye to Foxy and T. Foxy.
Mike ran into Jeremy sooner than he intended too. He found Jeremy swearing and muttering to himself in the bathroom and Mike couldn't hold his curiosity and decided to bother him.
"What are you swearing at?" Mike asked, watching Jeremy clean a white foam off of his face.
"Fucking pie. Where did that fucking bear even get one!?" Jeremy said, finishing up his cleaning and standing and facing the laughing Mike.
"A pie? He got you with the oldest trick in the book. Oh that's gold." Mike said, stepping out of the bathrooms to receive his own pie to the face from T. Freddy. Much to the chagrin of Jeremy.
"HAHA! How does it feel jackass?" Jeremy said, heading back to his office and leaving Mike to clean up his own mess.
Later
"So you were on the day shift at the old restaurant? What was it like at that place in the day?" Mike asked, eating some pizza that Chica had made for the both of them. Though, T. Chica seemed to avoid the stuff like the plague.
"I wasn't on the day shift until after the murders. So it was just a birthday party and then Foxy bit some dudes fucking face off in the other room. Never got much business for a while. So the animatronics took every opportunity they had to stare me down and creep me out." Jeremy said, kicking his feet up and shoving an entire fucking slice in his mouth. Triangle cut, not that square cut bullshit.
"Foxy told me about that, she said the dude started whooping on his kid's ass in the middle of his birthday party. You were there huh?" Mike said, one upping Jeremy by shoving two slices in his mouth.
"That's messed up, I don't feel bad for that guy anymore." Jeremy said, forfeiting their pizza stuffing match on account of him being no longer hungry.
"Hey, do you know which guards put T. Foxy back together?" Mike asked.
"Nope, I never met any day shift guys until Foxy's bite and then I never went back." Jeremy answered, pushing the rest of the pizza towards Mike.
"Well, it's almost six so I'm going to say bye to Foxy and then head home. See you tomorrow." Mike said, waving bye to Jeremy who returned it.
Mike heard what sounded like a heated argument coming from the cove and couldn't resist the urge to eavesdrop. Pressing his ear to the door, Mike strained to hear what was being said.
"Ye better tell Mikey then." Mike heard Foxy say.
"B-But it's t-too embarrassing!" Mike heard the much more timid T. Foxy say.
"It be embarrassing fer you all right. But that's no reason to miss out on one of the best pleasures of life lass."
"I-I can't do that! He's y-your boyfriend!"
"That doesn't mean 'e can't fix ye."
"I-It isn't a matter of fixing me…"
"Oh that isn't 'appening."
"W-What about-"
"No! I don't like sharing me booty. Mikey be the best booty I ever got and I won't have you taking 'im." Mike heard what sounded like Foxy getting fairly pissed. He would admit it, angry women turned him on.
"B-But I don't want to take him!" Mike suddenly had everything click in his head, T. Foxy wanted a piece of his, in his opinion anyway, sweet ass.
"I don't care." The whole thing gave Mike an awful, but brilliant, idea.
He giggled to himself at the maliciousness of it all. Maybe he could get them to fight if he played his cards right. He was a devious bastard after all.
Three Days Later
Mike did his absolute best to create as many awkward situations between himself and T. Foxy as possible. Half the time she would avoid him for a while, but sometimes he got her on top of him more than once when Foxy was around, non-sexual anyway. He wasn't a douchebag like that.
Everytime Foxy was around Mike and T. Foxy came into her view, she would start rubbing her hands all over Mike and kissing him as lewdly as possible. To the great discomfort of Bonnie and Freddy, Chica never happening to be around. "Lucky bitch." As Bonnie so elegantly put it.
At first T. Foxy would look away and go somewhere else, but eventually Mike caught her glaring back a few times. Everything fell into place perfectly, he and Foxy had caused Bonnie to go off in an embarrassed rage more than once and Mike found it hilarious. Freddy simply toughed it out with their poker games by taking advantage of Mike's distraction and taking him out more than once.
Though, none of the Toy animatronics wanted to participate. T. Bonnie thought about but said he was awful at poker. T. Freddy was busy pranking Jeremy. And once again T. Chica avoided the game like it was poison, dragging Chica off more than once to teach how to be 'ladylike'.
Mike judged T. Bonnie to be the most effeminate male he had ever met. T. Freddy to be a prankster man-bear-child asshole. T. Chica to be a formal being against all forms of fun, at least during the night anyway. And T. Foxy to be a sexually repressed teenager who wanted his dick.
All in all, they were a pretty interesting bunch. Being polar opposites of their older counterparts.
The last straw between T. Foxy and Foxy was when Mike accidently, on purpose actually, locked himself and T. Foxy in the storage room. Which was barely big enough for her to stand in, let alone her and Mike.
"So, now wha-" T. Foxy apparently didn't give up any opportunities she could get and started heatedly making out with Mike. Pausing only for him to breath and then going straight back into the kiss, despite Mike's protests.
Mike didn't know if they were being loud or not, but Foxy ripped the fucking door off of its hinges and yanked T. Foxy back into the cove nearly as soon as it began. Mike realized that he may have taken this whole prank too far when Foxy slammed the door and Mike heard her start yelling. He felt really bad once she started crying.
"Dude, what the fuck is happening?" Bonnie said, he happened to be the nearest to Mike and the others started piling in.
Mike just slid down the wall and buried his head in his hands. He almost felt like crying himself out of shame.
"Mike? What's happening?" Freddy asked him, unsure of whether or not he should go in there and stop it.
"I really fucked up."
A/N: Cliffhanger! How will Mike repair the relationship between T. Foxy and Foxy? Can he? Will he even try? How will the others react once they find out his prank? How will Foxy react? See if you can guess! This chapter wasn't as comedy focused as the last one, but you can't expect that every chapter or else it would get boring and childish fairly quickly, no?