A/N: All right now, let's get down to business. The next chapter will be the last, I will say it will be at least ten thousand words. Just as a thank you to all the love and support this series has gotten.

Like seriously guys, all I get is love and I can't get enough of it anymore. It's beautiful. Like raining nothing but Willy Wonka nerds for an hour for me to catch in bowls beautiful.

Sorry on the slacking and shit, just been pretty busy lately. I've made so many power point presentations these last few days I don't want to see google docs ever again.

Ahem, this one goes to TheAlphaVulpine. Gonna expand on the babies idea, but first, an old plot point has to be wrapped up.

Anyhoo, on with the story.

Animatronic speak

Mike's thoughts

"This is phone speak too. Along with other things when i feel like it."

"What the fuck are you doing?" Bonnie asked, tired of the small act Mike was trying to hide.

"Nothing." Mike said, bringing his hands behind his back to hide the small object.

"No. Give it to me." Bonnie said, trying to reach around behind Mike and grab what was in Mike's hands.

"No! Go away!" Mike said, somewhat desperately trying to hide the object and keep it out of Bonnie's grip.

"Give!"

"No!"

Bonnie ended up tackling Mike and wrestling for control of the object. "What the hell are you two doing?" Freddy said, pulling Bonnie off of the man like a child caught stealing cookies from his brother's plate.

"Nothing! He was just telling me the dirty things he wanted to do to my ass!" Mike said, pointing an accusing finger at the purple rabbit.

"Bullshit!" Bonnie said, reaching for one of Mike's legs. Mike himself screaming like a little girl when he grabbed it.

"No! Leave my ass alone! Ow…" Mike said, rubbing a painful smack upside his head from the 'tired of your shit' bear.

"Mike just shut up. What are you holding that's so important?" Freddy said, snatching the item from the sulking manchild.

Freddy stared in silence for a while, confused. "What in blazes…" Freddy mumbled to himself, staring the picture over before dropping it in shock once he opened it. Amost like the letter burst into flames in his hand.

"What? What is it-OH GOD! MY EYES" Bonnie said, looking at the picture and clawing at his eyes to erase the startling image from his mind. He'd never look at Foxy the same way again.

"Told you it was nothin'." Mike said, grabbing the picture and placing it back in his pocket. Leaving Freddy to stare in disgusted shock at his hands and Bonnie to literally pull his eyes out of his head and stomp on them.

Mike sighed heavily and went to Jeremy's security office kicking a soda can he found on the floor as he grumbled to himself. "Here's your stupid picture." Mike said, tossing the folder on Jeremy's lap. Leading to the man letting a face splitting grin piss Mike off.

"Told you I could guess the number." Jeremy said, pulling out the picture and placing it in his wallet. A huge shiteating grin on his face the whole time.

"Fuck you. Foxy's cut me off for a week because of that. I'm still calling complete bullshit." Mike said glaring accusingly at the security guard who shrugged his shoulder like he didn't do anything wrong.

"Told you I could do it." Jeremy said, kicking his feet up and bringing up the cameras.

"You guessed the number in my head three times in a fucking row. You're a filthy cheater." Mike said, ending the conversation when he gave Jeremy the finger while backing out of his office. Continuously flipping off the camera that Jeremy used to watch him walk backwards down the west hallway.

But walking backwards is dangerous Mikey, someone might put a…bucket in your way.

Mike turned around and cracked himself in the face on a door frame. Jeremy's laughter reaching his ears from all the way down the opposite end of the hallway.

"Fuck you Jeremy." Mike mumbled to himself, nursing his wounded nose. He just kept getting beaten up tonight.

After a bit of dicking around the restaurant, since Mike had the shortest attention span in the world, Mike found himself at something that made his eyes widen with sheer joy. His mouth stretching farther than he knew it could.

In front of him was a motherfucking pool table.

Mike squealed out of excitement, grabbed the rack and set the balls the way he was supposed to, grabbed a pool stick, chalked it up, and fucked the break up twice before he smashed the balls and made two on the break.

He played a few games before someone came to investigate, that someone was Freddy. "What are you doing my boy? Playin' the new pool table?" Freddy said, watching as Mike's face was alight with joy as he fucked up shot after shot.

'Yep! What? You want to play too?" He said, more than happy to accommodate Freddy to bask in the perfection that was a pool table that wasn't yours.

"Sure. Never played before but I might as well be a bit adventurous sometimes, right my boy?" Freddy said, grabbing one of the pool sticks and grabbing the cue ball Mike rolled to him.

"Hey, stop for a second. You don't want to hold it like that. You'll smack the side of your hip each time and throw your shot off. Hold it like…that." Mike said, placing Freddy's fingers so he could shoot more easily.

"Each person shoots a little differently, but that's a baseline you want to get the hang of."

"So how do I win?" Freddy said, sliding the stick back and forth through the hole between his index and thumb. Getting the hang of the unfamiliar motion.

"First, break the rack. Just hit this white ball into the ones down there as hard as you can. Second, if you make one of them keep shooting all of the balls of that shape, solids and stripes, until only the eight ball is left. Don't shoot that one down until all of your other ones are made. You lose if you do that. Third-" Freddy seemed to understand how to play and took a mighty strike and the balls made a loud crack as the bear smashed into them extremely powerfully.

Mike watched with a blank face as Freddy sunk the eight ball on his first break. "You make the eight ball on the break. You can win like that too."

"I thought I lost if I made the eight ball before all of my other ones were made?" Freddy said, scratching the back of his head confused.

Mike pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He'd played this game for years and never made the eight on the break. Freddy does it on his first fucking try. "The break is a special case. Make it then and you win automatically because it's hard as fuck to do."

"Oh, well in that case rack 'em up boy!" Freddy said, excitedly as he planned to make the eight ball again.

Later

Luckily for Mike, Freddy seemed to have just gotten lucky. Freddy struggled with keeping his shots consistent while Mike simply struggled at random. But a ways into ther third game Bonnie came around the corner.

"Yo Mike, Jeremy says he's got a phone call for you." Bonnie said, watching in silent intrigue at the game.

"All right. Be right back Freddy." Mike said, placing his pool stick back up on the rack and heading off towards the office.

"Care to show me how to play?" Bonnie said, gesturing to the pool table to his side.

"Sure."

At the Office

"Yello hello." Mike said, not feeling particularly serious at the moment. Until he heard the voice on the other end.

"Hi honey." A familiar and soft voice said through the phone. Bringing a pleasant smile to his face.

"Mom! How have you been doing? Oh, hi by the way." Mike said, watching as Jeremy grabbed the tablet and scooted out of the office.

"I'm fine. Your brother's fine too. Want to talk to him?" Mike's mom said, it being a habit to ask if Mike would like to speak to his comatose brother.

"Sure, but I'll do it when I get there. I'm coming over after work." Mike said, having always been somewhat uncomfortable with talking to nothing. Mainly over the phone.

"Mike?" A tired voice said over the phone. A little unfamiliar with the sound of it, but it having a very familiar sound to it at the same time. His eyes widened at the implications, a long shot but…

"Bro?" Mike said hesitantly over the phone.

"Yeah…that's me. How have you been doing?" Mike's brother said, with a relieved, but exhausted, tone to his voice. Mike hadn't heard him speak in almost twenty years.

"Are you shitting me?! I'll be right there! I'm on my way now!" Mike said excitedly, hanging up the phone and sprinting out into the dining room. Grabbing his coat and keys while he did.

"Where are you going is such a hurry?" Freddy said, coming off absolutely stomping Bonnie in pool. Wondering why Mike seemed in such a rush.

"Going to the hospital for a good reason! I'll tell you when I get back!" Mike shouted back, leaving the restaurant in a hurry. Giving only a rushed wave toward, somewhat confused, bear robot.

At the Hospital

"Excuse me, which room has Ray Schmidt been moved to? He's in the coma ward and I heard some good news." Mike explained to the receptionist in a rush. Bouncing up and down on the heels of of his feet in excitement.

"Room three oh two. Hope it's news you're looking forward too." She said, punching in a few keys on her computer and pointing to an elevator. Pushing up the glassed on her face when they almost slid off of her nose.

"Thanks!" Mike said, waving politely and running up the stairs. After a good five minutes of solid running he was outside of the room he was looking for. Panting somewhat heavily he knocked on the door feverishly.

"It's unlocked!" Mike heard his mother's reassuring voice say through the door. Opening it with haste, Mike saw a sight he thought he'd never see. His brother was sitting up, with the assistance of the bed, and waved at him. Showing he was actually awake.

"Oh my god…I never thought I'd see you awake again." Mike said, sitting down in a seat as his relief overtake his body and he wasn't able to stand on his own anymore.

"I'm awake. We just haven't been able to talk to you…because the doctors are a little pushy…when it comes to long time coma patients waking up…" Ray said, having to pause between long bouts of speech. Everything was tiring when you haven't moved from bed in almost twenty years.

"That's true. I'm just so relieved I'm seeing you again. I always thought you'd die in this hospital to be honest…" Mike said, looking down as the memories he had dredged up forcing themselves back into the forefront of his mind.

"Mikey. You don't need to say things like that." Mike's mother said.

"It's fine mom. He's just saying the truth…I probably was going to die in this place if I didn't wake up soon." He said, exhaustion carrying itself through the air from his words and agonizingly slow movements.

"Sorry I haven't been around lately. There's just been a lot of drama at the workplace with the break ins and one of my friends getting seriously hurt. I've just had my hands full. So, uh, sorry about that." Mike said, ignoring the beeping of his wristwatch that told him it was three in the morning.

"Why do you have your alarm set for three honey?" Mike's mom said, trying to subtly hint for Mike to shut the fucking thing off.

"Oh, that's right. Forgot about that. I kind of left in the middle of my shift when you called. Once I knew Ray was awake I couldn't just sit on my ass playing pool. Well, stand actually." Mike said, stopping the alarm on his watch because it was one of those alarms that wouldn't shut off unless he shut it off.

"Dude, get back to work before you get fired. Remember when…nevermind. You probably don't remember something form that long ago." Ray said, not willing to let his brother get fired for coming to visit him in the middle of his shift.

"It's fine. They'll be just fine without me." Mike said, shrugging off the concern.

At the Pizzeria

Jeremy's stoic face of inner torment and panic was something to be treasured. But, when there was a fire in the kitchen and T. Chica caught herself on fire things were a little hectic. Plus, Chica made things worse when she threw a fire extinguisher into the fire and Jeremy had to rip it out before it exploded and then use it while he burnt his hand at the same time.

Back to the Hospital

"I trust them to keep the place up while I'm here. It's not like they're gonna burn the place down or anything." Mike said, trying to alleviate his mother and brother's worries about him getting fired.

I'm not making any promises Mike. Just keep thinking about that.

Still not worried.

There's already been a small fire.

No there hasn't.

You sure about that?

…

"Anyway, I'll be right back…I need to make a call to my work. I just got a little worried." Mike said, leaving the room and trying to find a nearby phone.

After bit of searching he managed to find one and dialed the phone number for his workplace. The phone ringing several times more than he expected it too since Jeremy was literally right next to the phone all night.

Eventually Mike heard someone pick up the phone, though it wasn't Jeremy.

"Is she all right Jeremy?" Mike heard Bonnie's voice through the phone.

I swear to god…

*Whistles nonchalantly.*

"Bonnie?" Mike answer didn't come through Bonnie.

"She's a little burnt but she's fine. Where the hell is Mike?!" Mike heard through the phone, apparently Bonnie didn't pick up the phone. He just knocked it over and he was picking up the conversation around him.

"You sure?" Mike hung up the phone at that point. Staring blankly at the device as if he blamed it for causing such an event.

Why? How? You know what? Fuck you. Fuck this. Fuck all of this.

Mike sighed heavily and went back to his brother's room. Putting the events happening at the pizzeria in the back of his mind. Repeatedly telling himself that Jeremy was competent so he wouldn't have to leave his family.

"Everything's fine!" He lied. "I guess my fears were unjustified."

"That's nice. But I think you should really visit when you're not on your shift Mikey." Mike's mom said, a smile on her face that hid her intent of forcing him to leave if necessary. The terrifying calm smile that only a mother could do.

"Only if you're okay with it Ray. I don't really feel like leaving since it's been such a long time." Mike said, sitting back down beside his brother.

"I'd like it if you went back. I'm really tired and won't be awake for too much for a few days…love ya bro." Ray said, extending his thin and bony hand for a fist bump.

Mike smiled and bumped fists. Saying good bye to his brother and his mother he left the hospital and mentally prepared himself for whatever catastrophe decided to have happened in his absence.

Back at the Pizzeria

"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" Jeremy shouted at the top of his lungs, only to be smacked upside his idiotic head by Mike. His face was the absolute definition 'shut the fuck up'.

"Really? Are all of you that incompetent? I left for an hour to visit my, no longer comatose, brother and the kitchen catches fire. T. Chica catches fire. You're hands are covered in so many bandages they look like balls. Are you all incompetent?!" Mike said upon inspecting the damage to Toy Chica's body. Having to throw his hands up because there was no real replacement for her new body in the restaurant. He'd have to get Daryl to order one. In the meantime, he'd leave her off for now.

"I'm sorry Mr. Mike. I didn't mean to leave the pizza in the oven that long…" Chica said, hanging her head since the fire had started from her cooking experiment.

Mike moved to chew her out some more but stopped when he saw how guilty she already was. He didn't see a reason to tear her down anymore.

"It's all right Chica. She isn't really damaged, her endoskeleton and software is fine. It's just her body that's messed up. I'll have to leave a note along with what was damaged…" Mike said pausing at the end as a certain fact came to him that split his face with the biggest shiteating grin.

"Jeremy, you're the one that has to write up the report. Not me." Mike said, bringing his grinning fae inches from Jeremy's.

"Uh…" Jeremy couldn't form a rebuttal. He was the security guard and these things happened to security guards whose job it was to prevent these thing. He hung his head in acceptance of his fate.

"Mikey…can I talk to ye?" Foxy said, pulling him away from the tormented security guard.

"Sure. What's it about?" Mike said, rubbing his eye once it started twitching from the smoky air inside the building.

"Alone?" She clarified, gesturing behind the man to every one pretending not to listen. Bonnie and Freddy slinking off to go and play pool. Something Mike almost whimpered when he realized he was missing out on.

"All right." He agreed, walking and whistling a little tune to himself before a familiar sense of déjà vu hit him.

Once the two of them were in pirate's cove, Mike was a bit perplexed when Foxy just played with her hook and seemingly avoided any extended eye contact. In Mike's mind, once you fuck someone for three hours straight you get pretty comfortable around each other.

"Uh…Foxy? What did you want to talk about?" Mike asked, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. Beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable with how uncomfortable Foxy herself was.

"Nothin' too serious. Just a few questions ye know?" She said, hiding how embarrassed she was behind her pirate speak. But Mike knew her well enough to know something was bothering her. A lot by the looks of it.

"Well…why are you so hesitant-" Foxy cut him off by being as blunt as she possibly could.

"Kids Mikey, I want to ask questions about kids." She said, sighing heavily and forcing herself to meet Mike's questioning gaze.

"About what exactly?" Mike asked.

Are you that fucking dense you fucking pleb.

"Can…can I have…" Foxy wasn't able to finish before Mike cut her off accidently choking on his own spit before going into a violent coughing fit.

"What?" He said, flabbergasted. Completely unprepared for what direction his relationship, with a robot fox woman, could actually go.

"I said can I have kids?" She said, going back to playing with her hook out of embarrassment.

"I have no clue to be honest. No? Maybe? Probably? I don't know. All I know about you sexual organs is that you've got a vagina. You can orgasm with it. You can produce your own lubricant that isn't oil. That's all I know." Mike said, listing off what he knew on his fingers.

"Could…could ye check?" She said, having thought about this too much to let it simply slide by because Mike didn't know.

Mike had trouble actually forming a coherent thought. "I guess? Foxy just give me a minute here. This is a big thing to spring on me suddenly."

"Spring on ye? I'm just askin' a damn question!" Foxy said, getting a little upset with Mike's reaction.

"I'm not saying that's a bad thing Foxy! It was just unexpected and I don't know how to react to it all right?" Mike said, his face hardening at the argument looming over the horizon. These seemed to be more and more frequent.

"So now I can't surprise ye with anthin'? What's wrong with surprises laddie?" She said getting more in his face.

"I don't want to argue over something like this. You can surprise me with whatever you want. I just didn't think you would ask something like that Foxy. All right?" Mike said, trying to diffuse the powder keg just waiting to go off.

"All right. All right. I'm sorry fer snapping at ye. I'm just a little worried about the answer is all." She said, hiding her face from Mike.

"I thing you could Foxy. Maybe not biologically, but you could be a great mother." Mike said, trying to comfort his woman as best he could.

"Would ye be mad if I said I wanted to hear somethin' else?" Foxy said, turning away from Mike slightly ashamed.

"It's all right. I'm not mad. Come here you." Mike said, jumping up high and putting Foxy in a headlock that dragged the both of them down onto the ground. Laughing and wrestling about to see who would put the other in a pin first.

Though Mike called bullshit when he lost and blamed it on Foxy being a robot and having super strength.

A/N: LOOOOOOOOONG ASS WAIT! I apologize for that immensely. So I put as much as I could into this one. Enjoy it my people and review if you enjoyed or have ideas!