this is probably the most useless drabble of them all. this doesn't invovle the animatronics, but it's mostly a huge piece of headcanon backstory for good old mikey. basically about him and his personal life around the time he first gets the job at freddy's. can you believe i thought of this all in one sitting?

Mike's grandmother was a kind soul; she was the only one in his family who got him meaningful presents and protected him from his unfair parents whenever they scolded him. She lived far away though, so Mike lost touch from her when he reached his teenage years and had no one trustworthy to turn to in his time of need. Fortunately, she bought her own cooperative apartment complex in a quiet town an hour away from his parents house and when his parents hit the tipping point and quiet literally left his bags on the front stoop, Mike went to live with his grandma in the co-op.

After a few months of living together under his grandma's care and coddling (pathetically), due to personal reasons, she needed to be relocated to another state when her health declined. She turned the ownership rights over to Mike, and after another few months of living by himself, the family in the complex above his moved out and he gained access to the vacant house and all the private necessities that came with it.

Sure, it was pretty much illegal and the other homeowners looked down upon him like a ruckus teenager who disturbed the tranquility of the property, but Mike pretended as if it didn't phase him.

Mike juggled with numerous job to scrounge up some pocket money around the same time he was finishing up college. It was a rough patch in his life which left him feeling bitter almost everyday, and it was also around this time that a young couple finally took interest in the empty complex above Mike's, which hasn't been looked at by any buyers for nearly a year. For such a simple process, it left Mike feeling irritated that he would have to meet these people if they actually signed for the co-op, be friendly towards them, pretend to like them and tolerate with their noise and schedules. He couldn't help but think of the last family that lived up their around the time he moved in with his grandma. They held little get together every other Friday night and they didn't own carpet. Do you know how hard it is to sleep when people are laughing and stomping around upstairs while singing along to Cher at 1:30 a.m?

Since his grandma moved out, Mike has done the best he could with being just as loud and obnoxious as those people; he blasted the worst ear piercing heavy metal he owned, slammed doors and talked on the phone with more emphasis than necessary. It took a while, and he didn't know if his tactics truly worked but a few months later that couple packed their things and left behind a perfectly nice apartment. That is, until the weirdos came.

Mike first saw them when one of the board representatives gave them a tour of the available houses. He occasionally peeked out to see which ones they were leaving or coming out of and, sure enough, he spotted the happy couple walking hand in hand up the path around the center garden until they reached the steps of the door leading to the upstairs. Taking one quick glance through the curtains, Mike sneered. The guy was only a couple year older than him, for sure. He didn't look like the sitting behind a desk in a cubicle type guy, but he certainly gave off this superior vibe from whatever fucking job he had. And her, the girl; like something out of a Tim Burton cartoon. She had large bug eyes, a timid smile and the strangest taste in clothing. Was the necklace of hers made out of real bones?

"This is the last one to show, and it's the most popular in this area, since it's closest to the parking lot." The representative unlocked the door to the upstairs and led the couple to their possibly new apartment. Mike quickly scrambled to his stereo system.

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He watched as they moved their stupid furniture to their crappy new co-op. He watched an old Victorian sofa pass by, a box of fragile antique glassware, a retro lamp and other creepy stuff that Mike would never want in his place. The new couple have been unpacking all day, and soon enough, they were going to bother him and introduce themselves. But they can take their time, he thought. In the meantime, he had to go job hunting.

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Dropping the newspaper and the red pen on the counter, Mike sighed and strolled his way to the door. He took a casual glance out the window and saw the new guy minus his girlfriend, Morticia Addams. Mike licked his lips and tugged at his flannel before opening the door to the charming smile of the older man in front of him.

"Hey, my name's Ebin. My fiancee and I just moved in upstairs a couple days ago...I just wanted to introduce myself and say I hope we could be pals."

The man dubbed Ebin jabbed his hand in front of Mike while still smiling, and Mike just stood there and looked at it. It took much willpower to restrain the muscles in his face from glaring too hard as he took the man's hand and shook it slowly. "Yeah, hey. I'm Mike. I've been here for almost three years now. This use to be my grandmother's but...it's not anymore." Mike's eyes darted to the ground and awkwardly removed his hands from Ebin's grip. Nothing seemed to phase the guy, though.

"Ah, that's cool. We were actually recommended to this place by my aunt." Ebin chuckled and put his hands in his coat pocket. "Seems like we're the only 'children' around here, huh?"

Mike simply stared the guy down before giving a delayed chuckle and took an unconscious step back. "Uh, yeah. Heh."

Ebin looked Mike up and down and smiled slightly, getting the message. This guy was clearly uncomfortable but he couldn't blame him. Now that he was getting a good look at him, he noticed his disheveled appearance, the five o'clock shadow growing in and the bags under his droopy eyes. Poor fella. Ebin nodded in understanding and took a step back.

"Anyway, I just wanted to drop by to say hi. Maybe we can hang out later in the week, get to know each other more?"

Mike shrugged and nervously scratched at his arm. "Yeah, hey. Sure."

Ebin gave a thumbs up. "Great. See you around, Mike!"

Mike stood and watched Ebin turn around and walk into his new home. He slammed the door and groaned.

Man, fuck that guy for being so nice.

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Ebin's fiance, Mrs. Lovett, was walking up the pathway with an art portfolio in one hand and a bag of groceries in another. As she struggled to get the keys out of her purse, she heard disturbing commotion coming from inside Mike's apartment. So far, she's only heard his music and his raunchy laughter coming from the television whenever her and Ebin sat down to eat. But now, it sounded like...hyperventilating? Moaning? Was he banging his fists against something?

As if her thoughts were being read, his front door shook, causing her to jump back before it swung open and out came Mike, stumbling over his shoelaces, in dull blue guard uniform and a black tie. She looked at him with wide as as he struggled to push the key into the lock of his door, and his head eventually snapped in her direction, startling her even more.

"I-I'm sorry." She mumbled and mindlessly searched for her keys until she paused. Her eyes never left him. "I...don't believe we met face to face but, I'm Mixie. Ebin's fiance." She held out her hand like Ebin did, and Mike reluctantly shook it.

"Hi." He swallowed hard and managed to lock his door before nervously standing there and exchanging glances at Mixie. He twitched out a smile before he turned to head towards the walk way until Mixie spoke up. "Hey, are you okay? You look pretty shaken. Do you want to come in?"

"I, uh, a...no. No, no, I gotta...head to work." He hesitated with the last word and turned around, not noticing the look of confusion on her face

"But it's almost...eleven at night. Where do you work at this hour?"

"Who the fuck shops at this hour?" Mike spun around with his arms outstretched and saw her jump back, shocked. And she remained shocked after Mike stuttered out an apology, knowing he'll regret it later on, and walked away and towards his car.

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Mike was woken up by a pounding at his door. Or, what at least sounded like pounding, seeing as how he woke up with a splitting headache and in a fetal position on the living room floor next to his couch. Glancing at the clock that read noon, Mike dragged his way to the door and opened it, seeing his cheery new neighbor standing there except he didn't look so cheery. Mike instantly gripped the side of his pant leg and held his breath.

Ebin looked at him seriously, with a hint of what? Sadness?

"Hey, Mike. I heard that you met Mikie last night...yeah, she told me about how she asked you a simple question and you yelled at her."

Mike was most likely standing there like a drugged up drooling idiot. "...y-yeah."

Ebin shifted his weight to different feet. "I, uh, was pretty angry when she told me this, and if it wasn't for her pleading, I probably would have came down here to handle you in a much more painful way."

Mike just stared.

"...But I'm not." Ebin sighed and looked down to the ground. "Listen...she told me you looked pretty awful last night, as if you saw a ghost. She asked me to see if there was anything wrong. We're actually both pretty concerned about you."

The two men stood facing each other, staring. Mike began chewing away at his bottom lip, not exactly sure if this was the right guy to talk to; if he even wanted to talk at all. The guy literally just indirectly threatened him for shouting at his girlfriend and was now assuring him that he should open up to him about all his shitty problems.

"Thanks...for your concern." Mike's voice was hoarse, and he cringed when he heard it. "But, uh...yeah, it's fine. I can handle my problems on m-my own, thanks. Thanks for asking but...no thanks. I'm good."

Ebin frowned, clearly not liking the answer. "I only want to help, Mike. I know we just met a week ago, and we don't know anything else about each other except our names, but if you need any help, ever...you know where to find me. Just in case..."

The older man reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a business card to hand to Mike. "You can always call me up on my cell phone."

Mike glanced at the card in his palm and nodded a stoic thanks to his neighbor.

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"Have a good day." Ebin gave Mixie a quick peck on the lips before she picked up her purse and left the apartment. Their entire place was still in disarray since they moved in, but they both decided on repainting before they officially settle down and arrange the furniture. By the time Mixie left for work, Ebin had set up their living room for an efficient day of painting. With all the furniture pushed to the center of the room, spare blankets covering them and the floors, Ebin cracked open a fresh new bucket of paint and went straight to work.

That us, until his phone started vibrating. Setting down the bucket, Ebin dusted his hands and looked at the unfamiliar number before answering it.

"Hello?"

"...Hey. It's Mike."

Ebin couldn't stop the smile that itched it's way on his lips. "Oh hey, Mike. What's up?"

There was a long pause before Mike finally managed to respond. "Uh, do you...got a moment? I need somebody to talk to."

The older man's smiled softened. "Sure. I'll meet you outside in five minutes?"

"Okay."

Throwing on his coat, Ebin jogged down the stairs and closed his door and noticed Mike circling around the perimeter of the gazebo that was in the center of the garden a few feet away from their front stoop. Ebin walked up the steps of the gazebo and noticed Mike's attire, which is what Mixie described him wearing two nights ago. "Yo, Mike...everything alright?"

Mike stopped pacing to look his neighbor in the eyes, rubbing his numb hands together from the cold. "Yes...no...no, not at all."

Ebin crossed his arms and leaned against one of the supporting poles. "Mike, whatever it is, I'm here to listen. What's wrong."

Looking down at his shoes, Mike took a deep breath before he looked back up at Ebin, his eyes watering.

"Alright, but promise you won't freak out..."

sorry i just wasted 10-20 minutes of your life