A/N: Got to ask, was last chapter too much? I think it probably was, but eh. I don't care as long as it was entertaining to you guys. At least, I hope you guys are entertained. REALLY sorry about the slow update. I've just been busy moving a family friend and I went and threw my back out and haven't had the motivation to write until Sunday night.
Upsetting to some, I am going to end this story sometime soon. Don't know when, but I know it won't be too long. It isn't that I don't like writing it, I enjoy the fuck out of it. It's just it takes a lot of focus and time from other projects, I can't just write the same story forever can I? I will probably, most likely actually, write other FNAF stuff.
Keep in mind, that wasn't a finale message. When I do one, it gonna be big…though I have absolutely no clue what to to do for a humor finale…I've actually never done one before, believe it or not, this was my first real attempt at comedy.
Sorry for the long authors notes, I just had a lot to say, and this time it was actually important. But man, this place gets updated so god damn fast I can't keep my story anywhere near the top. It's a wonderful thing, but I can't keep up with it with almost daily uploads! Not quite daily, but every other day…usually.
Side note, does anyone read fanfics out loud to themselves? Act out the facial expression and gestures? Or is it just me? Probably just me, I'm weird.
Shit. I rambled. Sorry again for this long boring garbage, enjoy the chapter and I hope you are enjoying the story as a whole. Remember, don't feel shy about private messaging me if you don't want to leave a review.
This chapter's winner is C0RP0RAL-CLEGG. As usual, I will tweak the idea a bit. I won't have to do much because I had a genius idea a quarter into a different version of this chapter that I was struggling with mightily.
Prepare to weep bitter tears.
Animatronic speak
Mike's thoughts.
Mike lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. No matter how hard he tried to sleep, the sensation of it eluded him. The swirling thoughts going around in his head keeping him from resting his eyes for any extended time.
The thoughts in his head keeping him awake was how damn lonely Foxy actually was. She had him and her new extended family at night, but during the day had to listen to children scream their little fucking heads off for her animatronic siblings. Yelling their names and singing their awful pizzeria songs.
While Foxy sat in her cove and listened.
It bothered him how much she hid the fact that it bothered her. When Mike mentioned having to talk to Daryl during the day, and Bonnie jokingly warned him to watch out for the screaming kids, he saw how fucking depressed Foxy was at just the mention of the children she cared so much about that she bit someone's fucking head off.
So for the rest of the night Mike hounded at her to tell him the problem. And after a few hours out of the next few days she finally cracked and told him how lonely she was without Mike around and not being able to entertain the children she could occasionally hear ask about her.
It made Mike…upset.
So he rose from his bed and threw his day clothes on, immediately walking back inside when he felt how fucking cold it was outside.
Eventually Mike made it to Fazbear's Pizzeria and opened the door. Watching as the doorman was about to say he needed to leave, since he was without a child. But stopped when he realized it was Mike, giving him a friendly wave and seeing him off on his way.
Mike realized how small the Pizzeria actually was. There were at least fifty kids in front of the show stage singing along to a sugar coated on top of sugar coated song about eating fucking pizza.
Ignoring the looks from parents he made his way to Daryl's office, who had thrown a large wad of money into the air and giggled something about 'makin' it rain up in this bitch'. Mike snuck at least three hundred buck before his boss noticed him.
"Mike, nice to see you during the day for a change. What brings you here?" Daryl's opinion of the man had risen significantly over the last few weeks. The animatronics never worked as well as they did before him.
"Hey boss, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, have a seat."
Mike made himself comfortable, he could be here a while.
"It's about Foxy." He began, somewhat unsure of where to begin.
"What about her?"
"Do you think she could perform again anytime soon?"
Daryl made a sound between a sigh and a groan, his face mimicking his hesitance. "I don't know Mike, her attraction might have to be fully scrapped."
"What? Why? You aren't in a financial pit anymore."
Daryl shrugged his shoulders sadly. "People just aren't interested in a pirate fox."
"That's not true! Foxy hears kids and adults talking about her all the time. Actually her, not why her place is out of order." Mike said, bracing himself against the desk somewhat angrily.
"I don't know. There are some people who still look really worried at being around the animatronics. A lot of older patrons look at pirate cove really worried. We might not be able to recover from another bad publicity stunt like the last two."
"People look at her cove expecting that old beaten up suit to jump out. They wouldn't even think twice about a brand new looking female pirate animatronic to entertain the kids. I already fixed up her suit. All you have to do is buy the pirate shit from whoever you got it from before." Mike said, having thought about this far too much in the past few days to let it go easily.
Daryl sighed. "I don't know Mike. We are a children's restaurant. Bad parents like the one back in eighty seven do show up. He was just the first one to get punished for it. We cannot let the news that the animatronics are actually sentient get out."
"So what? Make it obvious that the animatronics don't like seeing children upset or hurt and remove responsibility. You did that with the old security guards. You knew they were all killing them and you didn't let the authorities know a damn thing." Mike said, pulling up a few nasty secrets that Freddy's actually rested with him.
Daryl looked at his desk for a while. Indecision lighting his face obvious enough for even Mike to notice. "As a favor to you Mike, I'll talk it over with management. Thanks to you being a town hero business has sparked considerably." Daryl stood and held a hand out for Mike to shake. Mike shook it.
"This isn't guaranteed. I don't know if it'll be a thing. But you are right, Foxy shouldn't be stuck back there for doing the right thing. The world's unfair, but it isn't that unfair." With the promise made Mike left Daryl's office. Nearly getting knocked over by the man in front of him.
"Hey buddy, watch it." Mike said, staring hard at the man who acted like he didn't exist.
"Bbbmbmm." The man mumbled, his lips barely moving enough to let the air out of his mouth.
Mike was about to tell the man off when a concerned and exhausted looking woman worriedly came around the corner. "Harold, there you are. Come on honey we have to go, Roy is waiting for us in the car. Pardon him Mr…Oh my gosh you're Mike Schmidt! You saved those poor kids! Oh where are my manners, my name is Jenny and this is Harold. Harold is my husband and I am his wife." Jenny said, extending her hand for Mike to shake. Mike scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Harold, could you try and shake Mike's hand?" Jenny said, reaching for her husband's hand and leading it to Mike's. He was certain that this man was familiar from somewhere.
"Hel…hello Scmidt." He said, his hand basically falling out of Mike's.
"If I may ask, what's wrong with him?"
"Oh boy, well since you work here you probably heard about eighty seven right? Well, the old pirate bitch bit him." Jenny said, her tone showing clear disgust towards the 'bitch' fox.
Mike put a false smile on his face, despite how much he wanted to paint the walls with what was left of this guy's brain. He'd give his wife a break since he knew she was probably forced to have a negative opinion.
"Yes I have heard. But I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Without your child you aren't allowed on Fazbear premises, as a security official I am capable of escorting you off. Have a good day." Mike said, a false smile betraying his more violent urges.
"Yes yes, we know the rules. Have a good day yourself." Jenny said, leading her husband away by the hand. But Mike swore he caught the guy glaring towards pirate cove. Guess he wasn't as brain dead as he let on.
Mike kept his gaze on the man until he left the pizzeria. Knocking on Daryl's door once the two of them were gone.
"What is it? Mike? What is it now?" Daryl said, somewhat annoyed at the interruptions.
"The guy from eighty seven was back." Was all he said.
"I see. I'll have Jeremy give a copy of that guys face to the doorman. Can't let Foxy or the others see him." Daryl said. "You know, for the restaurants safety."
"More like his safety."
That Night
"I'll go down on you right now if you can guess who showed up today." Mike said, marching straight to pirate cove mostly out of curiosity how Foxy would react to him being back.
"Well, ye be a bit forward tonight Mikey. Hmm…I have to get this right." Foxy said, scratching her chin with her hook as she deliberated what to say.
"The President." Foxy said, her eye patch raising in hope.
"Nope. Does the name Harold mean anything to you?" Mike said, deciding to see how much she actually knew about who's face she bit.
"Hmm, can't say it does Mikey. Why?" Foxy was very curious at this point. Mike was willing to go down on her if she was right. He must have been important. Now Mike had gotten her curious and horny, he was so aggravatingly good at that.
"Eighty. Seven."
And Foxy was no longer horny. Just angry. "What's 'e doin' 'ere? I thought I made 'im walk the plank!" She said, her eye involuntarily twitching at the hatred she harbored for the man.
"Don't know, boss isn't letting him in the building again. If he's going to beat on his kid again he better do it where we can't find him. Regardless, I've got a surprise for you tomorrow."
Foxy let the memories and anger towards the man fade away. She wouldn't have to deal with him ever again hopefully.
You will all hate me.
What's that supposed to mean?
I ain't saying shit.
"What surprise Mikey? I couldn't know what it is could I?" She said, her coy smile lighting her face again.
"I don't know, maybe if I was really in the mood." Mike said, eyeing Foxy from the corner of his eye.
"No don't tell me. I love surprises." She said, bringing her hands together, uh, hand and hook together like a child imagining what Christmas day would be.
"All right. Let's go play poker, haven't done that in a while."
"Aye, that sound like a grand ole time. Don't bother Jeremy for a while though, or me sister."
"Fuck yeah, go Jeremy. I knew he could do it."
The night proceeded normally for the rest of the time. Mike didn't see Jeremy or T. Foxy and wasn't bothered by it. He just considered T. Foxy moaning to be part of the job.
Bonnie though was…all right let's face it, dude is losing his fucking mind. The others turned off their ears or went into sleep mode. Mike found it absolutely hilarious that Bonnie never figured out how to do either and the whole group wordlessly agreed to never tell him how. Leaving the bunny to sit there while his sibling moaned and he unintentionally was forced to imagine the whole thing.
Later
"So? Any good news?" Mike asked hopefully.
Daryl stood and clapped his hands together, getting down to business as quick as possible. "Good news or the bad news?"
Mike's shoulders sagged. "Bad news."
"All right, bad news is that Foxy will be able to perform." Mike perked up immediately his face lighting up in happiness.
"If that's the bad news then I can't wait to hear the good news."
"That was the good news, I was just fucking with you."
"You dick."
"Taking lessons from the master. Anyway, back to business. The bad news is that Foxy, under any circumstances, cannot interact with the audience. Not even Bonnie, Freddy, or Chica are allowed too either. Make sure you get that through Foxy's head all right?" Daryl's answer was resounding cheer from Mike. Picking up his boss and twirling him happily around.
"Sorry boss, but this is awesome! I'm gonna save the news for tonight. See you tomorrow." Mike waved to his surprised boss before leaving with a smile on his face. He couldn't even begin to describe how excited he thought Foxy was going to be.
But despite the happy news, Mike couldn't shake the disturbing feeling of dread when he saw Harold outside the pizzeria across the street.
That Night
Mike whistled a tune to himself as he clocked in for another day of working at Freddy's, despite how he was four hours late. Flat tires man. Everything finally started looking up for him. His bills were paid, he had a bit of spending money, his fridge was full, he had a social life again, and he had beautiful girl-uh foxfriend? Yeah foxfriend, fuck you that's what I'm calling it.
Everything was finally falling into place for him, though tonight he was a bit late. He was sure no one would care, at least, no one who paid him money. Which is why he was surprised to find all the animatronics waiting for him. And all of them looking depressed.
The difference in attitude got to Mike as soon as he entered the dining room. "What's the matter? Don't lie to me I can smell it."
As soon as Mike asked the question, Chica started sniffling and crying as best as an animatronic could. Not the awkward situation sobbing he got Bonnie to do all the time.
No, Chica was crying as if someone had died. So hard that T. Chica had to sadly lead her away.
"Ah man…she said she could hold it together…now I don't know about me…" Bonnie said closing his eyes and covering them with both of his hands. His shoulders shaking as if he was having trouble keeping his breathing under control.
"What's going on guys? Stop fucking around with me. This sounds like it's really bad." Mike said, his joking demeanor gone once he saw how hard everyone was avoiding his gaze and seeing Chica sob uncontrollably. Bonnie not too far behind her.
In the end, it was Freddy who led him by the arm towards the security office. Saying only that it was something between him and Jeremy.
"Jeremy, what the hell is up with them? What's…wrong with you?" Mike asked, his tone softening when he saw how Jeremy refused to lift his head and talk to him.
Jeremy refused to lift his head and wordlessly nudged the security tablet with his finger toward Mike.
"During the day, the gang had a small servo malfunction, even the toy ones. They didn't wake up till three. T. Foxy and I were occupied. Oh god Mike I'm so sorry." Jeremy said, sounding similar to someone speaking through their own tears.
Mike picked up the tablet and noted how it wasn't on live feed. Questioning Jeremy on it only made him bury his head farther in his arms and cry harder. Mike hit play and watched the events unfold on the monitor.
Jeremy watched as Mike dropped the tablet, his eyes wide in sheer terror. He turned and bolted from the office faster than he had ever run before. Screaming in his mind that it wasn't true, what was on that camera was a lie.
Mike reached the door to pirate cove and didn't stop running, he ran through it. The sight in the cove struck Mike all the way to his very core. He didn't hear foxy yell at him in her lovable pirate accent that he destroyed her door. Foxy wasn't there.
Foxy was everywhere.
All over pirate cove Mike saw the patches of her suit, her metallic fragments of her endoskeleton, pieces of her suit, broken and splintered tables, just utter demolition everywhere. With Foxy being the center of it all. After some heavy searching he found what looked like her arm, mangled beyond repair, it was hard to tell. It could have been her leg for all he knew.
Mike opened up the curtain and finally dropped to his knees at the even worse sight behind it. It was obvious that most of the destruction of the animatronic was behind the curtain. What was once Foxy's upper body had been torn and smashed and tossed all about the room. The limbs of her body crushed and destroyed beyond recognition.
The only intact part of her body that was still recognizable was her head, pinned to the wall by her own hook. Seemingly ripped straight out of her arm, the fragments of endoskeleton and her skin hanging limply behind it.
Mike shakily removed the hook from Foxy's head with a physically panful screech of metal grinding against metal. Before her head smacked into the ground Mike grabbed it and cradled it to his chest. His heaving, and sobbing chest.
"FOXY!" He shouted, his sobs taking precedence over his own voice. Unable to scream his anguish any other way than crying over the woman he loved.
Freddy eventually came in and placed a hand on Mike's shoulder, eliciting a furious jump from the man. Thinking it was the person responsible for this atrocity, only to sob into the bears chest.
"I know son, I know." Freddy said, keeping his own composure only to help keep Mike grounded.
"It's not fair! Daryl said she was going to perform again! It isn't fair!" Silenced passed between the two, neither able to express the sadness they held.
"She's dead Freddy…" Mike choked out between sobs. Taking solace in the comforting embrace of his friend.
A/N: It's short, but it's…shit. I can't say it's sweet can I? Oh well, I hope you enjoyed. Review if you have an idea or want to behead me. PM me too if you want. I don't give a fuck. Again, REALLY sorry about the slow updates this week. Like I said, been busy with other projects and I fucking hurt my back…and shit like that.
*Grumble*