Five Nights At Freddy's
Fix me and I will Fix you
By End of Grace
Chapter two : Chica and...a puppet?
Mike knew the only way to survive against Golden Freddy was not to look at him but to be on the safe side it was probably best not to think about him either, that bear had more of a vicious streak then his normal counterpart. Blu continued to pull him back in to the main part of the building instead of going to the party room where the others where. Blu let go of his hand for a moment and went to the nearest table, picked up the woman's pizza and bought it back to Mike, who looked just as stunned as the woman and her daughter did.
"BLU! You can't just take a lady's pizza! That's wrong!" said Mike as he handed the pizza back to the lady "Sorry about that. He heard my stomach growling and..."
"Its alright. I'm sure Bonnie didn't mean it" said the woman taking back her pizza.
"Mum! That's not Bonnie, he's Bonnie Blu" said the girl as she rolled her eyes.
"Whatever you say dear" said the woman as she led her daughter back to their table.
Mike turned to moan at Blu but saw the blue bunny was slumped over and seemed rather upset. He patted Blu on the head and gave him a small smile.
"Hey Blu, thanks for trying, but I think I'll try and get one from the kitchen, and you need to stop avoiding that party and get to work"
Blu nodded and waved goodbye before walking back to the party room while Mike walked up to the main food counter. Now that most of the children had been moved in to one of the party rooms, it was a lot more quite and not so busy so he was able to walk right up to the counter where a young woman was waiting to serve.
"Welcome to Freddy's fazz bear's pizzaria! Where every day..."
"You don't need to go though all that, I work here as well, the manager might have said..."
"OH! Your him! The famous night guard that's latest three weeks right? Mark wasn't it?"
"Mike. Surly I'm not that famous" said Mike feeling his cheeks redden. The girl was in her late teens, with dirty blond hair tied up and blue eyes and had a round shapely figure.
"Emily. No one has ever lasted that long or even gotten along with the animatronics, so your quite amazing. The boss did say to let you have what ever pizza you wanted but I have to charge you for anything else like a drink or a salad"
"Wow, he's even charging me for the drink? Bloody tight arse!" Mike muttered "So lets go to town on the pizza then. Get me the biggest one we do with stuffed crust, peppers, spicy beef and red onions"
"One extreme stuffed pizza coming up. Are you eating here or taking away?"
"Could you put it in a take away box for me? I'm going to eat some here but take the rest home for later"
"Sure thing. Take a seat somewhere, I'll bring it out when its done."
Mike sat down at one of the smaller tables and gazed around the pizzeria that he had loved as a child and felt a small wave of depression sink in to him the longer he looked. There were windows that were boarded up or had cracks in them. The table tops were stained form years of spilled food and drinks. The cracks in the walls were barely covered up by children's drawings and in the corners there was mould growing. The floor was worn out in places and looked like it was in desperate need of a wash and though he only been in to the kitchen a few times, he knew a health hazard when he saw one. Damn it this place was one health inspection away from being closed down. Part of him wondered if he wasn't so strapped for cash would this bother him as much as it was. Why had the owners let it get so bad? Did they want it to close down? And what would happen to the animatronics if they did? His train of thoughts were broken when Emily bought over his pizza along with a medium coke and told him that she had paid for it, with a small blush on her cheeks. Mike ate the pizza slowly, enjoying every slice, savouring it as it would most likely be the only full meal he'd have until his next paycheck. He was half way though his pizza when the party finished and the kids and the animatronics all came out and waved good bye to each other. Mike couldn't help but smirk when he saw the kids pay more attention to the two Bonnie's rather then Freddy now they were both all cleaned up. Almost as if hearing his thoughts, Freddy turned and looked at him, his eyebrows down, making him look as if he was frowning. Mike ducked his head down and looked down at his pizza.
"Fuck! Freddy's pissed! What do I do? He's going to make sure he gets me tonight!" Mike thought as he glanced back over to Freddy only to see the large bear still looking at him. "I am so screwed"
Freddy turned and looked at Chica and nodded as the yellow chicken started to make her way over to Mike's table. The female animatronic was so focused on Mike that she didn't see Emily coming the other way carrying a tray full of drinks until it was to late. Both Emily and Chica screeched as the drinks went over them both, Emily covering up her now wet chest, while Chica started to fritz out, sparks flying from her body as well as smoke. Children started to scream and cry seeing her in such a state and their mothers were having trouble charming them down.
"Don't worry boys and girls!" said the manager in a fake cheery voice. "Chica has a very bad reaction to sodas is all. We...er...that is..."
The manager looked around the room, trying fanticlly to come up with a cover story when his eyes fell on Mike.
"And we already have a doctor on hand to make her feel all better! Don't we Dr Mike?"
"Huh? What?" Mike looked confused when everyone's eyes fell on him, pizza slice still in his hand. The manager literally ran over to Mike and pulled him up from his seat.
"Come on everyone let give Doctor Mike a big cheer for fixing Chica for us" The children cheered and clapped as the manager forced him to take a bow as he whispered "Say something"
"Yeah, ok, don't worry kids" said Mike in an over cherry voice "We're just going to take Chica to the back and I'll fix her up as good as new. Let's hope she has insurance!"
This little joke went over the children's heads but they laughed all the same with their parents as Mike and the Manager carried Chica in to the kitchen and around to the small alcove where Mike had fixed Bonnie and Blu.
"I really appreciate this Mike" said the Manager when they placed her down "We got a party in another hour for a little girl who loves Chica to bits and her mum is a stickler if anything is not to her satisfaction. She once demanded a refund on the party because we got the kid a chocolate cupcake instead of a sponge"
"Yeah, well good luck with that" said Mike as he went to walk away but the manager grabbed his shoulder.
"Wait! Your going to fix her right?"
"Why the hell should I? Your not paying me remember? I fixed Bonnie out of the goodness of my heart and a pizza. You got Blu as a bounce"
"Well...how about a week's worth of pizzas on the house then..."
"No way! Sorry but I have rent over due plus if you wanted an engineer this short notice to fix her, you would be charged though the nose and you know it. I'm not asking for much, just for something" said Mike firmly, seeing the manager sweat, moiling over the pros and cons of this little deal.
"I'll have to take it with the higher ups but...yeah fine...I'll see what I can do, but don't expect much"
"That's cool! I'll just go get my pizza and..." said Mike as he went to walk around the wall and went straight in to Bonnie who was carrying his pizza and shoulder bag. Mike leapt back in surprise and thumped his fist over his chest.
"Shit! You guys really need to stop doing that!" he muttered as he took his pizza and bag off of Bonnie and smiled up at him. "Thanks Bonnie, I was worried someone might have thrown it away"
Bonnie smiled and rubbed Mike's head gently before peeking around the wall to look at Chica and frowned at her as she glared back at him as the manager turned her foaming switch off.
"Well I'll be in the office if you need me Mike, I'll also try and stool for time if you need it" said the manager as he walked up to Bonnie and patted his shoulder.
"Lets leave Mike to fix Chica up Bonnie, I'm sure Freddy needs the help entertaining the kids"
Once alone, Mike went and filled up the buckets with fresh soapy water and then pulled his tool box closer to Chica, mentally wondering if he had any spare wires in the bottom. Chica dropped her jaw to screech at him but all that came out was static.
"Ah fuck, don't tell me yours has gone as well, the manager is already being a tight arse about getting new voice boxes for the Bonnie's" said Mike as he picked up his screwdriver and a new clean rag. Chica shook on the spot and glared at him, clearly wanting to either attack him or run away.
"Ok Chica, I know you don't like me much, but I am here to help you. I know I came across sounding like a dick back there but he really is a tight-arse when it comes to fixing anything around here and I really did have every intention of fixing you...even if he just pays me peanuts too do it"
Chica didn't look to convinced but she stopped shaking and glaring. Mike thought it was best to start with the wash as Chica looked very sticky, probably from where all the kids hug her whist eating there dinner. He took off her bib and promised to get her a clean one as he washed her torso and arms.
"Right, I'll do the bottom half of you later, I think its time I check on the inside now. I need you to hold your mouth open so I can get to your voice box. PLEASE! Don't bite me. You'll get enough chances tonight"
Chica seemed to think about Mike's words for a while before slowly opening her mouth. Mike gave her teeth as quick seeing too before reaching her voice box. He dried it off as best he could and fixed a few lose wires as well.
"Ok this is weird. One of you is understandable, but three of you all having the same wires missing from your voice box is down right freaky, unless its a design flaw in the box"
"Keep (static) from (long static). They bad (static)"
"Give it a few minutes Chica for it to fully dry out and then try again. Might have to replace that green wire" said Mike as he went to work on her joints and neck. "Why on earth have you go pizza dough in your joints? Wait a sec...your always in the kitchen of a night time when your not trying to kill me aren't you? Is that what you do Chica? Make the pizzas for the cooks? Cause if you do that's bloody amazing!"
Chica blinked a few times and then nodded almost shyly as Mike continued to work.
"You must really love pizzas right? I do too, I love the stuff crust ones. Do you do the cakes as well?"
She nodded again "Pizza and Cupcakes my (static)"
Mike gave a small chuckle "Your favourite right? At least your voice box is working a bit better. You know I made a Cupcake animatronic called Cherry, she looking after my flat at the moment, and with the job I don't get to spend a lot of time with her. So may be sometime soon, if you haven't killed me by then, maybe I can bring her with me too work. Give you both some girl time"
Chica nodded slowly as if she was thinking about it while Mike went to work on her back, checking inside of her for any damage and drying off anything that looked wet. He then moved on to her legs and then came to the part he was dreading. If the Bonnie's had cocks then it wouldn't be that surprising if Chica had working girl parts. Now Mike had been raised by quite strict parents and his dad had threatened him with his belt if he ever so much as thought about treating a girl wrong.
"Err...Chica...maybe you might want to do the next bit...I'll turn around if it makes you feel a bit more comfortable" said Mike as he handed her the cloth. Chica shook her head and showed Mike that her arms were not able to get down there between her legs, she could just barely do the fount.
"Ok...ok...um...well...er if your ok with it...I promise to just wash you...I mean, you know what I mean, just..."
Chica seemed just as embarrassed as he was as he knelt down in fount of her and started to clean inside of her thighs. Chica seemed to hum as he went back and forth, pushing the cloth in between the joints of her pelvis and legs. Then Mike heard the click and a thick warm wetness spread across his hand. He looked up at Chica and jumped at when he saw her looking down at him, her eyes dark. She started swaying her hips, her voice box crackled as if she was moaning, as Mike's fingers slid in and out of her clit. Mike had seen that look in her eyes before, usually when she was about to get him in the office, so he got ready to run. Chica must have noticed that he was edging away cause she grabbed his shoulders and held him down. He wondered if he should move his fingers away but thought better of it. Chica was getting even more aggressive, her metal fingers digging in to his skin, her voice box still crackling that Mike didn't dare move them in case she attacked him. Mike shifted himself away just enough to so what ever was leaking from her (She was still a robot damn it) was going on the floor and not over him. Suddenly Chica threw her head back and screeched before almost slumping on top of him. Mike removed his fingers and quickly finished cleaning her up as he got to his feet and looked at the floor.
"Should have put down some towels" he muttered to himself as he went and grabbed a packet of paper ones.
Guests were arriving, but thankfully the birthday girl wasn't there yet as the manager went around the back to find out if Mike was able to save Chica at all.
"Mike! How is Chica? Is she...wow!" the manager was stunned as he watched Mike put a clean bib around her neck. He had never seen Chica look so clean or calm for that matter, she always seemed, at least to him over active and temperamental.
"Ok Chica, one last time, I think should do it" said Mike as he rubbed his hands clean.
"I love pizza, would you like to have some with me?" said the squeaky high recorded voice.
"Maybe later Chica" said Mike as he started to put his tools away as he looked up at the manager who was still gob-smacked. "So, what did the bosses say? Am I getting paid?"
"Huh? Oh right, yeah they said 80 dollars in cash, its in an envelope in my office. Pick it up on your way out..."
"Manager! That woman who's party it is, is demanding to know why she is in party room 4 instead of one like she wanted!" came a voice from the kitchen.
"Crap! Just finish her off Mike and get her on to the floor!" snapped the Manager as he matched back to the floor to deal with that annoying customer. Mike slammed the paper towels in to the waste basket and walked over to Chica.
"Well I should have expected as much but hey at least with that a good chuck of my back rent will be paid and I might be able to afford food next week. I'll tell him about your voice box as well, see if he is going to bother ordering you guys new ones, if he is he might want to order Foxy and Freddy as well. Er...Chica? Is something in your eyes? Your fluttering them pretty fast"
"I like you! Lets have a pizza party" said Chica still fluttering her eyes as Jeremy came around the corner.
"Hey Mike, the manager is more or less getting his arse chewed out by that overreacting mother, best send Chica out there to try and defuse the situation"
"Right" said Mike as he went behind Chica and flipped her foaming switch. "Go with Jeremy Chica and I'll see you tonight"
She walked over to Jeremy before turning around and blowing him a kiss. She then continued to walk out of the kitchen, walking oddly as she tried to sway her robotic hips. Jeremy looked at Mike and gave him an odd look.
"Was she...flirting...with you?"
"Wha? Don't be daft! She's animatronic" said Mike his face heating up "She probably seen human girls do it and copied that all"
"Right what ever you say man" said Jeremy still giving Mike an odd look before following Chica out. Mike sighed a breath of relief and started gathering up his tools, wanting nothing more then to get back to his apartment and get some sleep before returning to this nightmare. A cold chill went down Mike's spin and a familiar sense of dread washed over him as he quickly looked up, only to see Golden Freddy standing in fount of him. Mike quickly shut his eyes, praying to who ever would answer him that Golden Freddy would spear him. There was a deep unearthly chuckle and something heavy and greasy patted him on the head. After a few quite moments, Mike dared to open his eyes and look around, Goldie was no where to be seen, the only proof that he was there, was the greasy mess that he left in Mike's hair.
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After picking up his payment, Mike walked briskly back to his apartment, wanting nothing more then to have a quick bath and made a nap before his shift later on that night and to forget what had happened. He just washed three very dirty animatronics that's all. He didn't do anything wrong! So why did he feel so dirty? He quickly dumped his pizza and tool box in the kitchen and checked on Cherry before making his way down to Mr Mcbear's flat. He knocked on the door and waited a while for the old man to make his way to the door on his rickety legs.
"Mike? You only just finished your other job? You look awful, you need to rest up too, cause you got work tonight right?" said Mr Mcbear seeing how tried Mike was.
"Yeah, well some other stuff happened and I ended up fixing three of the animatronics rather then just the one" said Mike, who was kind of grateful that the old man cared about his health.
"Oh that's wonderful!" smiled Mr Mcbear "You know, I use to love going there when I was young man like you, Freddy and the others were top of the line back then. Its good that the manager is taking such good care of them. Tell me, do Freddy and the others still speak to the children and tell them stories?"
Mike frowned and shook his head "They sing a few songs and say a few recorded catchphrases but that's it really. Not that Bonnie will be doing any of that for a while, his voice box is completely shot and from what I saw of Blu and Chica, their voice boxes were missing wires"
A dark shadow seemed to come over Mr Mcbear as the old man frowned, his mouth pulled tightly "Now that just isn't right. The animatronics I use to know, talked from when the pizzeria opened till all the staff where gone. Wires missing you say?"
"Yeah, the same wires in each of them, its a little odd..."
"Indeed. I'd look in to it if I was you, because if someone is messing with the animatronics, it could be very bad for the business. There could even be another bite...I'm sure you know about that"
"The bite of 87? Only a little bit" said Mike thinking back to the phone calls when he first started. "Well, I'll check it out and hopefully its just one of those things. The manager got permission to give me some money for doing the job. Its only 80 dollars but I can get the rest to you on Saturday and..."
"Mike...you say you worked on Three of the robots right?" said the old man as he took the envelope, the dark shadow getting darker by the second.
"Er yeah, the company isn't doing well and they can't afford real engineers. Hell the manager was going to scrap Bonnie if I hadn't offered to fix him up"
"I see. Well then, you've had a hard afternoon, I'm sure you can use your rest before doing your night shift"
Mike yawned loudly and quickly covered his mouth so not to appear rude. "Yeah just a little. If you need me to do any jobs though Mr Mcbear, just leave a sheet of paper under or on my door and I'll make sure to get them done before I go"
The old man smiled again, closing his door slightly as he waved good bye "I'll do that lad, good night"
Mr Mcbear waited until he could no longer hear Mike's footsteps before slowly walking back in to his apartment and picking up the phone, dialling a number he knew by heart.
"Hello? Yes I know its early and I don't usually call but I have just seen young Michael and...yes. Yes. I see...really? Oh my! What? Well I suppose we can't blame him for being suspicious and protective after the last time. No! No, I don't think its a good idea to have Mike look at Freddy or Foxy just yet, to dangerous. I think...yes...I think we need to give young Michael a test. How about Balloon Boy or...yes I think he would be better. I'll trust your judgment as I always have. Speaking of which...is the company so badly off that they could only afford to pay the boy pittance? Yes, please check it out...yes...I think so too. If he tries anything else or becomes too greedy. I trust you know what too do , you always do"
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Mike slowly walked back in to the pizzeria with his tool kit in hand, his uniform feeling lose against him, as he walks towards the stage where the animatronics were standing. Their glassy stare seemed to pull him closer. His throat felt dry as he licked his lips, his heart pounding madly in his chest as his brain continuously told him that his was a bad idea.
"Their just robots following a basic program. That's why they keep trying to put you in a suit" part of his brain argued but then the other parts pipe up. "But they must have some kind of AI right? They way they act with the children shows that their nice guys. You just have to be friendly just not over friendly, don't want them getting the wrong idea, especially after this morning"
He stood just before the stage and looked up at them with a small smile. "Hey guys. How the repairs holding up? Sorry I didn't get around too you Freddy, no hard feelings ok? So um..." Mike took a deep breath and ran his fingers though his hair "I was wondering, now that you guys know that I'm not a bad guy or anything, maybe you could cut me a little slack? We'll go about as normal, you guys trying to get me and me slamming the doors shut and stuff, but if you rather not...knock on the door three times to let me know we're ok. Maybe we can hang out or something...so see you later"
Mike felt like a moron as he walked down the corridor to his office. They were animatronics, fucking evil animatronics that had been trying to kill him for the last few weeks, probably best to forget his idea of letting them in if they knocked. The light in the office was on and so was that annoying fan as Mike walked in and saw a couple of boxes on the table along side his tablet. There was a large brown box that said "Junk" with what looked to be a broken music box on top, with a sheet of paper reading "Do not touch until told!" it was written in red pen. Next to that was what Mike thought to be a sewing box, as he looked in to it and saw the various cottons and needles.
"Ok this is just fucking weird" Mike muttered as he sat down, placing his tools on the floor and then looked at his tablet, grateful that the animatronics hadn't yet moved. He looked up at the office clock and frowned slightly as it read 12:17, which would normally mean that at least one of them would be moving about by now. He checked pirate's cove and the stage again but no one had moved, not even just to look at the camera to freak him out.
RING RING
Mike looked up from his tablet and frowned at the phone that had not once rung since his fifth night. With a shaking hand Mike picked up the receiver and held it to his ear, while placing the tablet down on the desk so he could still look at the cameras.
"Hello?"
"Mike Schmidt" the voice on the other end was unearthly, deep and gargled. Mike felt his blood freeze as he remembered it from his fifth night, the night when Freddy was at his most active. "You need not worry for your life tonight. There has been...a temporary truce of a sort...providing you past my test"
"What do you mean a truce? And who the fuck are you?" Mike snapped down at the phone.
"Thanks too you fixing the two bunnies and Chica, they no longer wish too kill you but Freddy believes you have messed with their programming as that (Loud inhuman screech) did. Though Freddy and Foxy do not like you they have agreed to this test, though if I were you I'd still watch out for them. Inside the big box is a very old friend...he was vandalised over twenty years ago. Fix him! Fix him by 6 am and you live to see another day, don't...well lets say the company gets a new animatronic either way. And since I'm such a nice guy I will give you a hint, Fix the music box first and keep it wound!"
There was a sharp click that ended the call and Mike put down the receiver feeling more confused then before. He looked at the tablet and saw the animatronics had moved and franticly looked for them. Chica was in the kitchen, The Bonnie's were in party room four, Foxy was still in Pirate's Cove but where the hell was Freddy? Oh, there he was in the supply cupboard. Mike breathed and let his shoulders slump as he looked over at the boxes. The voice hinted that the music box should be done first and Mike knew that it was more then of a hint, he had been in this place to long not to pick up a survival tip. It had something to do with making sure what ever he fixed in the big box didn't kill him straight away. He picked up the music box and examsined it, noticing a few cogs were out of place as he reached in to his tool case and pulled out a small screw driver. It should have only taken a couple of minutes but he kept checking the tablet just in case Foxy or Freddy decided to pay him a visit. Once he was done, he gave it a small wind and listened to the cheerful tune of "Pop goes the weasel".
"Ok...So I have to keep this damn thing wound up while fixing what ever is in that box. This is just fucking nuts, and I got to do before six while making sure the others don't decided to brake the new rule and come and stuff me in to a suit anyway. Ah! What the hell! Its not like I've got anything to live for so I might as well fix whatever in here"
He opened the large box and pulled out a slightly smaller box done up like a present with a crank. He turned the crank but no sound came from it, so he assumed the music box he had just fixed was meant to be inside of it, hence why it was meant to keep what ever was in here asleep. He pulled the lid open and pulled out a white mask that was attached to a large black cloth. The mask was really dirty and looked really sad.
"A Marionette? Ok, weird but not the weirdest thing I've done today" said Mike as he quickly wound the music box up fully before going back to the puppet. The metal skellington had rusted over, one of the arms was badly damaged and there was a large hole in the cloth that would showed the large rusty spring.
"Right, I need to oil and fix the skellington, oil the spring and sew up that tear. I'll have to wash the face as well, maybe give it a repaint too, but there is no way I can get this done before six while keeping an eye on the music box and the others"
The voice did say that they had made a temporary truce, despite the fact the Freddie and Foxy were against it, maybe it would work in his favour if he only checked the tablet now and again that way keeping his main concentration on the music box and the puppet. He pulled the puppet fully out of the box and went to work on the spring while making time to wind the music box up. He then went to work on the arm, replacing wires and reconnecting it to the main part, all the while keeping the music box going. He was fiddling with the spine and head joint, when there was three sharp taps against the glass window by the left door. It was Bonnie, smiling brightly, his ears waving. Mike's heart started to beat loudly in his chest as he glanced over at the door panel. If he let go of the puppet now, he might just make it before Bonnie got him, but if he did the head of the puppet would come off and could put him back hours that he didn't have.
"And of course this is when the music box decides to be a dick and wind down!" Mike sighed heavily in his head as he tried to adjust the puppet so it would sit safely on the desk. He looked up at the window but Bonnie was gone and for a brief moment Mike thought he was ok until Bonnie's shadow fell over him. Heart pounding in his ears, he tilted his head back and saw Bonnie looking down at him.
"Errrr...hi Bonnie...um..."
Bonnie smiled and reached over and picked up the music box, winding it slowly with his large fingers before placing it back down on the desk and going back to staring down at Mike.
"Um...thanks Bonnie...was starting to get worried there...I guess you know what will happen if..." Mike babbling stopped when Bonnie cupped his face in his metallic hands as Bonnie lower his head and pressed his mouth over Mike's lips. Mike inhaled deeply though his nose and tried not to panic as his hands shook underneath the puppet's black cloth.
"What the FUCK? Bonnie is kissing me? Is that what he doing? Why? Is it because of earlier? Does he think I'm interested or something?"
Bonnie pulled back, rubbing Mike's cheek while his ears moved in to an arch above his head making it look like a heart. Mike gave a weak laugh as he looked back at the puppet then back at Bonnie.
"Er Bonnie thanks, but do you think you can give me a hand? I've got to get this poor guy fixed before my shift ends otherwise Freddy is going to stuff me in a suit but I need to keep that music box going otherwise...I don't know what will happen but I don't think it would be good for me"
Bonnie tilted his head and then place a metal finger on his mouth and then on Mike's and then points at the music box. Mike blushed brightly as he worked out what Bonnie wanted.
"So your saying for a kiss from me, you'll keep the music box wound, and help me work on the puppet?"
Bonnie nodded with a large smile and Mike puffed out air of frustration as he went to work on the Marionette. He started talking to Bonnie about odd stuff, like how and why he got this job and about his bitch of an ex as Bonnie kept the box going. Now and again one of them would look at the tablet and looked for the others. Mike fumbled with the needle and thread and after many swear words fixed the tear in the marionette cloth.
"Now all I got to do is clean up the face and then fit the music box..." said Mike who jumped suddenly when Bonnie lunched across the room and slammed the metal door down. "Who is it? Foxy?"
Bonnie frowned, his arms posed to attack as he and Mike looked out the glass window. After a few moments, Bonnie Blu looked in with a bright smile on his face, waving at Mike.
"It's just Blu, Bonnie, you can let him in" said Mike trying not to laugh at the blue bunny's actions. Bonnie shook his head and did a shooing motion with his hand towards Blu, who got annoyed and starting hitting the glass. "Bonnie, let him in, if he breaks that glass it will come out of my paycheck and I can't afford it"
Bonnie pressed the door switch but clearly wasn't happy about it as Blu came in and walked right up to Mike with his arms out, wanting a hug. Mike put the marionette down and gave him a quick one because the look Bonnie gave him sent chills up his spine.
"Good to see ya Blu, but I can't really talk or play as I've got to finish this guy and..." Mike looked at his watch and saw it was half four. "I've only got an hour an half to do it...shit! Bonnie, keep that music box going and Blu if you need something to do, make sure Freddy or Foxy don't come down here by checking the tablet"
Mike wiped the white face clean and used the small paints that he kept with his tools (just in case) to touch up on it paint work. Bonnie kept the music box wound while throwing Blu dirty looks as the small blue bunny start on the desk next to Mike, happily playing with the tablet.
"Right, he's done I think" Said Mike as he wiped his forehead and placed the puppet over the spring and secured him."Hmmm, It just seems weird that he's so sad but then after being stuck in a box for over twenty years I'd be pretty sad too."
Mike felt Bonnie tap him on the shoulder and saw that he was pointing inside of his mouth.
"Sorry big guy, I don't know anything about you getting a new voice box yet and..." He stopped when Bonnie shook his head, pointed inside his mouth again and then pointed at the Marionette. "You got to be shitting me. He's got a voice box too?"
Picking up the small touch he had and shining it in to the Marionette's mouth, he saw a smaller version of the voice box that he had seen. "Doesn't look too bad, just lose wiring. Won't take a second" said Mike as he placed the small touch in his mouth and started to tighten the wire. Blu's ears picked up in alarm as he showed Bonnie the tablet screen. A silent exchange went between them before Bonnie nodded and walked over to the other side of the office to shut the steel door. Mike finished the wire and looked up as he took the touch out of his mouth.
"What's up guys? Is it Freddy or Foxy?" he asked as he folded the Marionette's long arms and gently pushed him down in to the box with a click.
Bonnie switched on the light for the hallway, showing Chica standing by the glass peeking in while holding a pizza box.
"Oh, it's Chica, She's cool guys, you can open the door"
Both Bonnie's shook their heads as Mike rolled his eyes "Come on, the voice earlier told me you two and her no longer want too kill me and if she goes to attack me then hey my stupid fault right?"
Both Bonnie's stood up and watched him as he opened the door and stepped out to greet Chica.
"Hey Chica, everything ok? Your not having any problems from earlier are you?"
Chica shook her head, swaying her body side to side, her large feet pointing inwards as she held out the pizza box to Mike. Mike felt his cheeks redden as he took the box.
"OMG! She's trying to act shy? She's being cute? This is too f-ing werid and why the hell am I blushing?" Mike thought as he took the box feeling the heat come off of it.
"Wow, Chica you made me a pizza? That's really nice of you, thanks! I better it tastes a hundred times better then what the day chefs make"
Chica placed her hands on her face and smiled brightly, clearly happy with the compliment. From the cold chill that went up his back Mike knew neither of the Bonnie's were happy about it. "Hey maybe we can all share while I finshhhhhhhhhhhhhshhhhit!"
Mike had turned back in to the office, only to see the Marionette he had folded back in to it's box now looking at him with a large grin on it's face.
"Boo" it said in a soft, smoothing voice as it waved it hand.
The three other animatronics smiled brightly and clapped loudly as they rushed to embrace their old friend. Mike watched in slight surprise at the range of emotions he was seeing on their faces and he started to wonder just how much alive they really were. Bonnie handed the Marionette back his music box, the Marionette hugged it close to his chest happily as Blu pulled Mike towards him.
"Hi" Mike said awkwardly as the Marionette stared at him thought it's black soulless eyes. "Umm, do you want me to finish putting the music box back in your box? It won't take a few minutes?"
The Marionette clutched the box closer to his chest, frightened for a moment, before slowly handing it back to Mike. Mike picked up his tools again and started to attach the small metal box to the crank. He could feel everyone watching him intensely as he did it, making him feel more nervous then he had before his first night here.
"That should about do it. Want to give it ago?" Mike asked the Marionette who nodded eagerly as he folded himself back down in to the party box. Mike took a breath as he slowly turned the crank, listening to the happy tune, as the other three animatronics leaned in closer. When it got to the end of the tune, the Marionette sprung from his box making them all jump, a wide smile on his mask as he looked down at Mike.
"Boo! Can we be friends? I'd like that!" he said in a happy tone as he held his hand out to Mike.
"Sure thing" said Mike shaking his hand, feeling accomplished and slightly worried. Now that he had passed the test and fixed the poor Marionette what now? And what the hell was the Manager going to say when he saw him? Was he going to get in trouble? Well what was done was done and he would have to deal with it as he looked down at his watch.
"Hey guys its 20 to 6, you better get back to the stage otherwise Freddy will come and get me" said Mike as he looked up at the Marionette "You looking forward to working with kids again? And seeing Freddy?"
Mike feared the Marionette might break his mask if his smile got any bigger as he quickly returned to his box.
"Your going to have to take him Bonnie. He's too heavy for me to carry" said Mike as he turned to the large purple bunny. Bonnie nodded but tapped his lips and looked pointy at Mike. He wanted his payment for winding up the music box. He glanced at Blu and Chica looking at him curiously and then back at Bonnie while he scratched his head.
"A small one ok?" he muttered as he cupped Bonnie's face and stood on tip toes to place his lips on Bonnie's mouth. Bonnie's ears shot up and he quickly wrapped his arms around Mike, holding him in place as Mike tried to pull away. Mike did try to pull away but in the end decided to just go with it, Bonnie wanted his kiss and he was getting no matter what Mike said. After what felt like ages Bonnie let him go with a big goofy like grin on his face.
"Your welcome" Mike coughed as he straightened his shirt. "And learn the meaning of "Small" ok? Now...Whoa!"
Blu lunched himself at Mike wrapping his arms around his waist and his face up at his with his eyes closed and lips drawing ever more closer. Mike grabbed his shoulders and tried to push him away, looking at Chica and Bonnie for help only for them to smile at him.
"Have to share" said Blu as he fluttered his eyes at Mike.
"Come on! I only promised Bonnie a kiss not you Blu and you really don't want to kiss me. My Ex says I kiss like a toilet brush"
Blu wasn't put off by this as he continued to struggle against Mike, making sad whimpering noises as he tried to capture Mike's lips.
"Fine! A tiny one!" snapped Mike as he glared at Blu and then Chica "And the same goes for you Chica cause I know I won't be allowed to leave the room if I don't kiss you as well"
Mike kissed Blu and mentally counted to five before stepping away from him and on to Chica, ignoring Blu's shocked face and stamping of his foot. He placed his hands on Chica's shoulders and kissed her beak softly, praying she wouldn't open her mouth to deepen the kiss as her teeth might chomp his tongue to bits. He went to start counting down when something hard started rubbing against his crouch. He opened his eyes to see Chica wiggling her eyebrows at him as she rub her hand up and down the fount of his pants.
"Ok! OH! Look at the time, five to six you guys better go now and I'll see you later" Mike laughed nervously as he backed away from them. Both Blu and Chica seemed disappointed but waved good bye as Bonnie picked up the Marionette's box and carried it down the corridor after them. Once they were out of sight, Mike slumped in his chair and flopped on his desk head first with a bang.
"That's right folks I'm a gigolo for robots! Batteries not included!" Mike muttered as he gathered up his stuff and tools before picking up his pizza to go home. With this and the leftovers from yesterday he wouldn't have to worry about food for a while. He walked past the party rooms and on to the main floor, where to his horror was the manager looking over the party box.
"Mike! What is the meaning of this?" said the Manager calmly as he looked over the box.
"I did what you asked me to do didn't I? You left him and some tools in the office with a record message for me to fix him" said Mike quickly not wanting to get fired or get in to trouble.
"I did no such thing! And I don't know nothing about any recorded messages either. What I don't get is how you found him...he was sent to the scrap yard ages ago, I have the paper work for it"
Mike glanced at the stage before looking back at the manager "Maybe there was a mix up of something. Umm...your not pissed are you? About me fixing him?"
"I should be, after all your here to look after the place, not fixing these guys. But I can't be since this guy was actually my favourite when I started working here as a temp. He used to he huge with the kids, cause you know kids love to be jump scared, you could hear his tune being played all day long. Maybe I can make some posters or flyers to tell people he's back...might draw in some customers..."
The Manager walked off back to his office, muttering in excitement as Mike tapped on top of the box with a grin.
"Here that buddy. Looks like your going to have a really busy first day back. Good Luck and I'll see you tonight" said Mike as he went to go home when the crank started moving on its own. The Marionette leaped from it box and wrapped its arms around Mike shoulders. Mike went to call out when the Marionette pressed it's mask against his face and something like a black snake's tongue slipped in to his mouth. It was thin and tasted of velvet as it wrapped around his tongue. Mike tried to breath though his nose as he used his tongue to try and pushed the Marionette out of his mouth. The Marionette pulled back, the round red spots on its face were glowing brightly as he went back down in to his box, leaving Mike breathless and dazed.
Mike walked slowly back to his apartment, his mind spinning and his mouth tasted oddly dry. He couldn't seem to shake this awful feeling that he had done something wrong or was doing something wrong.
"But I'm not. All I've done is fix them up and gave them a bath. Just being friendly so they won't kill me and stuff me in a suit. Then why do I feel like am some kind of cheating pig? I mean I just had four make out sessions with four different pep...robots and three of them were guys! I'm NOT gay! Next time it happens I'm just going to be firm and say no...like those furry tin cans understand the meaning of the word" Mike groaned as his phone started to ring in his pocket. He pulled it out and frowned at the screen reading "Unknown" as he clicked on the green button. He looked around and was actually shocked to see the streets so empty, usually there was a few cars about and the odd person but nothing.
"Hello?"
"Good work last night Mike. Its going to be nice to have the Marionette back. He came from the first restaurant before it went under along with Freddy. And I must say it was nice seeing you being able to keep it in your pants though I'm sure the others are quite willing to take you out of them" laughed the deep croaking voice from the earlier call.
"Well, I fixed him like you asked, so does that mean your going to make sure Freddy and Foxy stay away from me? Or do I have to pass some other kind of test?"
"Your a quick one kid I'll give you that! Yeah, there is one more test and like before its fixing someone up, how do you feel about balloons?"
"Balloons? What the fuck has that got to do with animatronics?"
"For this particular animatronic everything! So I suggest you pick up a packet or seven of balloons before you come to work and make sure to bring your tool kit again. You might also want to start a little earlier as well, cause this poor little shit is in a bad way"
"I take it the usual threat still stands but am I getting anything out of this? I mean its great fixing you guys and all but I am on minimal wage here!"
"You'll get your reward once the job is done!" the unholy voice snapped angrily "Once you have finished fixing him and Mummy bear is satisfied then...you'll get to work on the fox"
Mike felt his heart leap in to his throat and his blood turn to ice "You want me to fix Foxy? The animatronic that bite off someone's frontal lobe? You want me to fix him? Why the fuck should I?" There was a long pause on the phone as Mike panted for breath after his rant. When the voice answered, it was soft and smooth but mostly it sounded confused.
"Mike...why on earth did you get the idea that Foxy was the one responsible for that?"
To be continued...
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