A/N: Got to say, last chapter didn't end the way I thought thought it would. Though, I like it a lot more than the original idea. That ending was actually a last minute change, I like it a lot better. Seems more real you knowAs always, review if you enjoyed or have an idea or a criticism or anything. Oh yeah, before I forget. If you guys want to see the animatronics actually doing the nasty, tell me. I'd be more than happy to do it if the community wants it.
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Animatronic Speak
Mike's Thoughts
"Foxy?" Mike called out crestfallen, rasping his knuckles on the door to pirate cove for the fifth time that night.
Ever since the stupid prank he did three days ago, Mike had seen hide nor hair of Foxy. T. Foxy he had seen, who had seemingly become even more forward in her advances and it was something he was not happy about.
TL;DR: Mike dun fucked up.
Please go away, I don't have the time for your shit.
K.
Mike sighed heavily and walked back to the dining room, but not without going by Jeremy's office first and asking if he could see the pirate cove's feed.
"She hasn't budged. Won't leave the curtain at all. How could you do that to her?" Jeremy said, uncharacteristically sounding angry at Mike.
"I played with a girl's heart and her family. I fucked up all right? I never told T. Foxy that she could kiss me. I only made a bunch of awkward situations." Mike said, moving to walk away. But not without hearing Jeremy quip at him.
"Foxy loved you man, you're a real bastard." Jeremy said, shutting the door as soon as Mike was outside of his office.
Mike sat at the table as far away from the poker game as he could, ignoring any looks he got. He should probably, go and try and talk to Foxy again. But Bonnie and Freddy stopped him and sat at the table he was at. Not giving away any feelings they may have had, one way or another.
"So, you gonna talk about this to us or not?" Bonnie said, blunt as usual.
"Just kick the shit out of me all ready." Mike said burying his head in the crook of his arm to stifle the tears he refused to show.
"Why would we do that my boy?" Freddy said, crossing his arms leaning forward onto the table. Bonnie doing the opposite and kicking his feet up and leaning back in the chair.
"Why wouldn't you? I broke Foxy's fuckin' heart. God I feel so terrible." Mike said, refusing to face the animatronics.
"He does feel bad, if he wasn't he would have kicked my chair over." Bonnie said, setting the chair back on all fours.
"I know that you idiot. Mike my boy, tell us, why did you do that to poor Foxy? Playing with her heart and her family like that?" Freddy asked, placing a large animatronic hand on Mike's shoulder.
"I…" Mike hesitated. Could he really tell them his stupidly selfish reason to playing with Foxy?
"I wanted them to fight over me." Mike said closing his eyes in anticipation when he saw Bonnie smash him in the side of the head and onto the floor. Mike's head felt heavy and he saw stars when Bonnie smacked him, he wasn't upset though. He deserved it.
"There, I'm good now." Bonnie said, grabbing Mike by the back of his shirt and placing him back in the chair. A red welt already forming on the side of his face.
"That felt like I got hit with bricks." Mike said, not catching Freddy grab the back of his head and smack it into the table, grunting with pain as his skull bounced off it.
"I'm good now too. You think that hurt my boy, wait until Foxy gets at you. We won't do anymore to you." Freddy said, picking up the limp head of Mike and watching as he let go and Mike's head flopped back onto the table.
"Freddy man, watch your strength. You knocked him out cold." Bonnie said, glaring lightly at the bear.
"Oops."
Later
Mike was awoken by a splash of icy cold water splashing onto his face, the jump making him launch out of his chair and do a badass combat roll onto his feet. Expecting one of T. Freddy's pranks.
His expression darkened, when he saw that it was T. Foxy who had woken him from his unconscious slumber.
"Hi Mikey!" She said, lightly waving her hand and closing her eyes in a childlike manner.
"Go away." Was all Mike said, slumping back down in his chair in a defeated and depressed manner.
"I'm sorry Mikey. I didn't mean to hurt you and Foxy like that. But your single now, right?" T. Foxy asked, sitting down across from Mike and looking genuinely upset until she mentioned Mike being single.
"Then why did you kiss me? I didn't say you could do that!" Mike said, fairly angry at the animatronic in front of him.
"I didn't mean t-to kiss you that p-passionately. I meant to just give you a q-quick peck and that's it! I've just been so pent up I-I couldn't control myself." T. Foxy said, bowing her head to Mike like she was trying to apologize for her actions.
Mike kicked himself in the ass for that last one, none of this would have happened if he wasn't such an egotistical prick. "That doesn't matter! You ruined one of the best relationships I ever had! She's the most fun woman I've ever met, yeah she's a woman, she ain't an animatronic." Mike wasn't just saying that to make her feel bad either, Foxy had genuinely been one of his best relationships.
Mike was about to start really railing into her when Chica came out of the kitchen somewhat frantically and started pulling on Mike's arm.
"Mr. Mike! Come quick! Miss Chica spilt a bunch of hot sauce on her circuits and now she's sparking up a storm!" Chica spit out the words like a machine gun. Almost too fast for Mike to process, he only had a grasp on why Chica yanked him into the kitchen until he saw a sparking and twitching T. Chica.
One Frantic Repair Later
Mike sighed, relieved that he had saved T. Chica from a total meltdown. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and started washing the oil off of his hands. He winced when the steaming hot water hit the few burns he had acquired on his hands.
It had taken about an hour for Mike to fix T. Chica completely and she would have to remain off for twenty four hours but he had saved her. He hesitated when he had to remove her panties and ass plate but forced himself to continue.
Chica had wandered back to the stage because she thought she heard a noise and left Mike to fix T. Chica himself. When Mike got up he couldn't help but notice how quiet the pizzeria was.
That's odd.
Mike thought to himself when he came to what looked like a poker game in progress. He found it even more strange when he saw Bonnie splayed out on the floor and Freddy being completely limp in his chair. He saw Chica off in the distance slumped out like Bonnie was. In fact, all of the T. animatronics were also out cold. No prodding with his foot could wake them.
Jeremy! He was watching the cameras this whole time, he'll know what happened.
Mike began walking towards Jeremy's office and suddenly felt like he was being watched. He turned around and saw nothing in the darkness when he pointed his flashlight down the hallway.
Just my imagination.
Mike reached Jeremy's office and gasped at the sight. Jeremy's hands were bound to the chair with duct tape and he looked dead. Mike quickly put his fingers on Jeremy's neck and felt a pulse. Out of reflex Mike slammed the doors down and scanned through the cameras to try and find whoever the fuck was stalking him.
He saw it, in the back room he saw it. A man was holding a child down and apparently, and hopefully, another unconscious child was in the corner. Slumped over like he was dead.
It's happening again.
Mike's breath caught in his throat when the realization hit him. There was about to be another murder and there was nothing he could do about it.
No, he could do something about it.
Mike reached for the door button, but hesitated.
Why am I hesitating? Move motherfucker those kids might die if you don't! MOVE!
Mike repeated this to himself again and again. Trying and trying to press the door button, he did his best to rouse Jeremy from his slumber. If he had someone else to help him he'd move in a heartbeat.
Despite his best efforts, Jeremy would not wake up. Frustrated, Mike slapped him across the face. It didn't seem to have any affect, Jeremy was obviously drugged. Why the would-be-killer would leave him alive instead of killing him Mike didn't know.
Mike swallowed his fear and apprehension down, grabbed Jeremy's nightstick and hit the door button, but not before calling the police.
Mike stalked down the west hallway as silently as he could, the only thought pushing him forward was to save those two children. Once Mike was outside the backroom he sidled up to the wall and strained to hear any words or anything from the room that indicated the man knew he was outside.
The only thing he heard were muffled sobs and some deep grunting that paused and repeated in a noticeable pattern. Mike's stomach did flips and he tasted his lunch come up when he realized what was going on. He swallowed it down and let the cloud of anger and disgust fog his mind.
Mike sneaked up behind the man and couldn't stop shaking in anger and disgust.
"YOU SICK BASTARD!" Mike yelled, swinging down on the back of the man's head as hard as he could, hearing a satisfying fleshy sound when the man hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. He even felt a few drops of blood hit his face from the blow.
Once Mike was sure the man was unconscious, he went and checked up on the poor child who was screaming and crying uncontrollably.
Mike took off his coat and placed it around the naked child and did his best to comfort her.
"Shh, it's okay. The bad man is gone now. I'll protect you. Shh, calm down." Mike said, repeatedly rubbing the head of the little girl, who couldn't have been older than eight, and only doubled his efforts when she grabbed onto him and began screaming and crying again, this time with zesto.
It didn't surprise him when Foxy burst in the room in a panicked frenzy. "Mikey! What be all…this…about…" Foxy began, spotting the half-naked man and the now screaming child in Mike's arms. The whole situation coming together in her mind.
"Foxy." Mike began in a dark tone. "Take out the trash for me, don't get rid of it because the trash collectors are coming. Understand?"
Foxy slowly shook her head in understanding, her eyes lowering in disgust at the man in the corner. "Aye matey, crystal clear."
Once Foxy was gone, Mike tried to have the girl calm down. "Shh, little one. What's your name?" He asked, simply trying to help her.
God, I don't want to write this anymore. I feel sick to my stomach.
"It's…Anna. My name's Anna." The newly named Anna said, lowering her screaming and crying to pitiful sobs.
"Anna it's all right now. He's gone now, and the police are on their way. Are you all right?" Mike asked, already knowing the stomach turning answer.
"It hurts mister…" Anna started crying again and Mike almost puked.
"It's all right, Miss Foxy will be back soon. Do you want to meet Miss Foxy?" Mike asked, content either way with holding the scarred child.
"Don't…forget my brother mister." Anna said, pointing towards the unconscious child in the corner.
"Of course I won't." Mike said, cradling both children in his arms and leading them to the dining room.
"How are the kids Mikey?" Foxy asked, staring down at the children with sadness.
"They're all right. This one's just unconscious and Anna said she wanted to meet you." Mike said, placing Anna on the ground and her brother on the table, covering him up with the table cloth. Hopefully, he wouldn't remember any of this.
"Is that true me matey?" Foxy said, getting on her knees to talk to the small child. Something she hadn't done in years.
"Hi…Miss Foxy." Anna said, still wiping the tears and the snot off of her face.
The rest of the night went like this, with Mike an Foxy trying to help Anna forget the terrible night. Until the police came in and Foxy acted like a deactivated animatronic.
Later
Mike found himself in the back of an ambulance with a blanket draped over his shoulders, a coffee in his trembling hands. It was about seven thirty and several police officers had given them their personal thanks. Though nothing compared to the thank you he got from the parents, well their father. Her mother was too busy sobbing over her children to properly thank Mike and he was a little grateful for it.
A news van had even showed up to get a statement from the police, Daryl who had showed up around seven, and Mike himself. Though, he was fairly sure that this time it would be popular press.
"Mike, are you all right?" Daryl said, coming up to Mike with a worried expression that Mike hadn't seen before.
"Yeah…I'm fine." He said, just trying to keep himself together.
"You look a little beat up though?" Daryl said, placing a concerned hand on his shoulder.
Mike laughed softly. "That's from Freddy and Bonnie. I got caught cheating in poker." He partly lied.
"Jeez Mike, I'm just glad you're all right." Daryl said, patting his employee on the shoulder.
"You did good Mike, you did good."
After Mike's Trip to the Station and Hospital: Three Days Later
Mike sighed when he opened the doors to Freddy's, still having nightmares from the experience where he didn't save the children, only for him to be nearly blown out of the restaurant when everyone screamed.
"SURPRISE!" They all shouted. Even Daryl was there.
Mike lost himself in all of the handshakes and back pats and congratulations from all of his friends. Eventually he found himself at the dining table with a large cake on it that sported his name.
He laughed softly when he saw the cake, truly grateful for all of their generosity. Even if he didn't think he deserved it.
"Congratulation Mike. Thanks guys." Mike said, not all surprised when everybody gave him a hug.
"You deserve it Mike, sorry for knocking you out cold." Freddy said, parting from his own hug to apologize to Mike.
"Don't sweat it man. I deserved it, I really did." Mike said, embarrassed at having so much attention on himself.
"I can't believe it almost happened again and I was useless." Bonnie said, beating himself up somewhat harshly.
"Don't worry about it Bonnie, we all know you would have stopped him in a heartbeat." Mike said.
"Oh yeah, that reminds me. Jeremy, T. Foxy, follow me." Mike said, pointing to the both of them and watching them both wonder what he could need the two of them for.
"Wait here." Mike said, wandering into the bathroom and pulling out a few pills in his pocket.
Mike read the pills out loud to himself and almost giggled. Viagra and aphrodisiacs, what he was about to do should be illegal. He ground the two types of pills into powder and separated them into two glasses.
He mixed them until the powder dispersed completely before taking the glasses to the waiting T. Foxy and Jeremy.
"Drink those." Mike said, warily they both drank it and suddenly Mike kicked the two of them into Jeremy's office and closed both doors.
It didn't take long before Mike heard one of them tackle the other and he saw Jeremy's clothes start hitting the window at a frightening speed. He laughed softly to himself and walked back to the group, who was wondering where T. Foxy and Jeremy were.
"Don't worry about them. Who's up for some poker!"
One Poker Match Later
Everyone had gone their separate ways for the night, giving Mike and Foxy time to be alone in her cove.
"So about T. Foxy." Mike began, unsure of where to start.
"What about 'er?" Foxy said, sighing in resignation.
"She won't be a problem anymore."
"Really?"
"Nope, she's busy fucking Jeremy's brains out." Upon hearing this, Foxy's eyes widened and her jaw dropped slightly.
"Why? She 'as it in for ye. Not 'im."
"I put sex drugs in water and made them both drink it."
Foxy smacked her face and dragged her hand down the whole thing, pausing briefly at the end to emphasize her point.
"Ye be a real bastard."
"I know…Foxy I'm really sorry I tried to get in between you and T. Foxy. I really am sorry and can only ask that you forgive me." Mike asked, putting his hands together and getting on his knees.
Foxy stared at him, almost feeling sorry for him. "Mikey, ye broke up me family fer what? A joke? Fer us to fight over ye? You expect me to forgive ye for something like that?"
"No I don't. That's why I'm begging for it! Please Foxy, I love you. You are the greatest woman I've ever had for myself. I never meant to actually hurt you like I did. I would never do it again." Mike said, his voice wavering but never losing it's conviction.
"I know Mikey, I know…if ye are willing to work fer it…I can forgive ye." Foxy wasn't surprised when Mike hugged her, she wasn't surprised when Mike kissed her, and she wasn't surprised when Mike and her ended up behind her curtain for the night.
A/N: Done, I suppose that was good enough. I don't want to write this chapter anymore, I like I how it is now. I hope you do as well. As always, review if you enjoyed or have an idea for another chapter!