Fix me and I will Fix you

by End of Grace

After weeks of trying to survive, Mike decides to try and help the animatronics in the hope that they won't kill him in return. The Animatronics are grateful, some more then others but as Mike continues to help them, he gets pulled in to the pizzeria's long dark history which made hold the key to saving it and him. Continued in "To Fix What Has Been Broken"

5. Chapter 5

Five Nights At Freddy's

Fix me and I will Fix you

By End of Grace

A/N: This chapter has been a nightmare to write. This is the third version of it and the shortest if you can believe that. Yes the chapter title is different but on reflection it was the better one for this chapter. Again, THANK YOU, for all your reviews and likes, I am truly grateful. Your reviews inspire me to write more and work harder on each chapter so thank you. I'm personally not a 100% happy with this chapter but it does cover a lot, so please read carefully, it will all make sense in later chapters.

Chapter Five: Girl problems

Gowning up Mike has always hated things being to quite. He would rather noise of some kind, people talking or some dump cheesy songs just to keep the silence away. Since working at the pizzeria, he had learnt that when things were silence, was when he had to be the most worried and most on his guard. And just like now things were silent again though a few moments ago they were all laughing and cheering. Then the animatronics froze as did he when the bell to the fount door rang out and the Manager walked in. Mike would never have said that the manager was an intimidating man but at this moment with large bags under his eyes from a lack of sleep and his red face drawn in to a deep frown, Mike couldn't help but gulp. He was in serious trouble. Any plans he had of hiding what he was doing was out the window and he looked hopelessly at the animatronics for help but they were just as shocked as he was. The older man sighed as he slowly took of his coat and hanged it on his arm.

"Hello Mike, Everyone. You look good Foxy, nice to see you up and about but its now almost six I think you should all be getting back to your places. Mike...follow me to the office please. We need to talk"

Mike muttered his goodbye as he watched the bots go to their places, glancing back at him with concern as BB held on to his leg tightly. Mike pulled him off and handed him to Chica and said that everything was going to be ok. It sounded so fake and he couldn't even look BB in the eye as he followed the manager down the small hallway to his office. The office was tiny, the large desk taking up most of the room and the manager had to breath in as he walked around it.

"Take a seat Mike"

"Sir I can..."

"Mike, Take a seat please and be quite"

Mike bite his lip to stop himself from swearing as he slid in to the seat. The manager was sorting out some paperwork on his desk not really looking at him. There was some loud bumping noises coming from the vents that Mike recognised and he guessed it was either Blu or even Balloon Boy had gotten in to listen to what was happening. The manager pinched the brigade of his nose before folding his arms giving Mike a good hard look.

"I've got to say Mike, you've got some balls, I'll give you that. I gave you a warning yesterday about what could happen too you if you did anything to the animatronics and here this morning I find you having a fashion show with Foxy as your star model. By all rights I should be firing your stupid ass and calling the police to come pick you up for damaging the restaurants property"

"But..."

"Mike shut the fuck up!" The manager snapped, slamming his fist on the table and glaring at Mike before leaning back and sighing. "Look. I'm going to talk and your going to just sit there and keep your mouth shut until I'm done alright? The only time you can talk is when I ask you a question ok? Good! Mike, I'm a simple man, I got this job with years of experience and hard work. I'm not smart enough to go any higher up the chain and I'm too old and set in my ways to find another job if this one goes tits up. So I want this place to stay open as much as you do. But when my boss says jump, I have to say how high and while his back is turned give him the middle finger. I'm not lying to you Mike when he rang me about firing you, I did try and argue yours and the animatronics case but this CEO...he hates them! I mean really hates them. He wants them destroyed but first wants them to suffer and keeping them broken is the best way to do it"

Mike slammed his fist down on the table and stood up but the manager got up before him.

"Sit your arse back down boy! I ain't finished yet! I haven't even gotten started so sit down and keep your yap shut!"

Mike grit his teeth as he slammed himself back in to his chair, his blood boiling as he gripped his chair tightly to stop him from hitting something. The manager sat back down and rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Now where was I? Oh yeah! You might have notice how tried I am? And its no thanks too you. I got home last night, had a good meal with the wife, a couple of beers when I get a call. Telling me under no circumstances was I to do anything to you if you touched the animatronics. It was all polite and official like but then the subject of money came up, like you getting paid for fixings them and such. So I got a bit concerned so I rang up the CEO. Turns out he knows nothing about it and tells me to ignore it. An hour later the original guy calls me back and tells me the CEO has no legal control over the animatronics and has no legal right to fire you over it and to follow his instructions. Again, I called the CEO and told him what was said. Well "pissed" would be a light term for what he was and told me to stay up until he called me back. Now its one in the morning, I have to be up in a few hours to get here for six and I haven't gone to bed yet when the CEO finally calls me back and tells me this" The manager cleared his throat and dramatically pointed at Mike. "You, Mike Schmidt, are now the official repair-man for Freddy's Frazbear pizzeria. You will be on call at all hours and anything relating to the animatronics, be it an accident, injury or death you only will be held responsible. You, are to find any parts you need yourself and you will be reimbursed by the company. You will also be back paid for the work you have already done on them and you'll be given another basic salary on top of your night guard one. So get use to having no sleep kid, cause your not going to get much. Right! I think that about covers it so any questions?"

Mike blinked as his jaw dropped "Huh?"

"Pretty much what I said when the CEO said that too me as well" said the manager with a weak chuckle.

"But this is crazy, why has he done a full turn around on what he originally said? And who was the other guy that called you?"

"I asked the same thing and the CEO was reluctant to tell me but the person who has pushed for you to repair the animatronics is the guy that owns them"

"Ok, I'm lost and really confused. Isn't Fazbear entertainment the owners?"

"Of you and me? Yes. Of the pizzeria yes, but of the animatronics...no"

"How the fuck does that work?"

"I'm not fully sure but I've got a rough idea from what the CEO told me. I don't know if you know the history about Freddy and where he came from..."

"Golden Freddy was the first and he worked in a small diner that got closed due to a kid being murdered" said Mike leaning in over the desk, eager to hear more.

"Well, the guy that ran that place, we'll just call him the owner, had put all his money in to it, savings the lot. After the kid got murdered and the place got shut down the only thing he had left was that dumb bear. Another restaurant owner at the time wanted to buy Freddy and the idea off of him for his own place but the owner wouldn't sell. So instead they became partners and made Fazbear Entertainment and turned the restaurant in to what we know as "Freddy's Fazbear Pizzeria". The old restaurant owner became the CEO of the company, while the owner ran the place and built more animatronics. Er...do you know how shares work?"

"Kind of. Basically everyone gets a percentage or something? The one with the biggest percent calls the shots"

"Almost but yeah. Basically the CEO gets 40%, the owner gets 45% and the rest is the public domain. Also there is a clause that states that anything to do with the animatronics has to go though the owner not the CEO"

"Then where the fuck is this owner then and why hasn't he been doing his fucking job!" Mike spat in anger.

"I'm getting too it!" The manager snapped back "Any way business boomed! They opened up a lot more restaurants but the pizzeria had the most animatronics so the owner mainly worked there. Then the murders happened and the CEO stepped down and retired, had to because of the bad press, and a new one stepped in, who was ready to make a name for himself. He and the Owner clashed terribly over everything to do with the pizzeria and the animatronics. Then the bite of 87 happened and the poor Owner suffered a major heart attack and had to step down from being manager and that's the last anyone heard from him. Rumours were he sold his half of the business to the CEO and that's why the animatronics have been left the way they have but that clearly isn't the case. Anyway, you interested in the job or what?"

"Huh?"

"The repairman job? Cause if you ain't I..."

"YES! Fuck Yes! I'll do it" smiled Mike for the first time since he came in to the office. "That would be great!"

"Well, I'll sort out the paperwork and call you in later. Just to make this clear though, during twelve am to six am your to do your job as a security guard and only fix them during those hours if its an emergency fix. Fixing them is for during the day. So like I said get use to having no sleep"

"Sleep doesn't really bother me much. Fuck! This is great! Now I can get back to finishing Foxy up and..."

"Yeah about Foxy...I don't think that fixing his is a good idea. You know he caused the bite right?"

Mike looked at the manager and frowned deeply. Though out their little chat the manager had looked him in the face, made eye contact and everything but now he wasn't and his posture had stiffened as if he was worried.

"The bite happened due to a guard tempering with him was it? Well if I fix him up there shouldn't be a problem right? You can have a big come back day for him to being in more business"

"I don't know Mike. It might cause people to avoid this place if they thought there was something dangerous here that could hurt their kids..."

"But Foxy didn't bite a kid did he? In fact Foxy didn't bite anyone at all, did he"?

The manager's face became like stone and his eyes even colder as he straightened up "I don't know what your on about. Everyone knows it was the fox's fault. It was all in the papers and everything. It was the fox!"

"Bullshit" Mike said venomously as he got up "but whatever. I know Foxy didn't do it and one day I'll prove it but until then to keep you and that wanker satisfied I'll put up a guard around pirate's cove to stop kids getting to near to him. He can entertain them from the stage, he won't be too happy with that but at least it would be better then staring out from behind the curtains for years on end"

Mike stomped out of the office as the manager flopped heavily in to his chair and used a handkerchief to wipe off the sweat on his forehead.

"That stupid kid is neck deep in to this shit and he doesn't even realise it. He won't know about it until it over flows and swallows him up whole and then it will be too late"

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Mike went back to the main hall and found everyone in their proper places but none of them in sleep mode, they were waiting for him to come back. He told them that everything was fine and that he wasn't fired and he would be back later to continue fixing Foxy up but wasn't allowed to work on any of them during the night. They were all relieved as they went in to sleep mode as Mike made his way home. His mind was buzzing from everything he had heard this morning as he tried to pile up all the mysteries surrounding the place he worked. The CEO wanted to get rid of the pizzeria and the animatronics but why? Money or something else? Someone owned the animatronics and could no longer help them on his own and had pulled a fast one to get him to do it. There was something big about the bite of 87 and the manager knew about it and wasn't talking about it. Then there was Goldie, who was writing him those notes but was he also the voice on the phone? And if so, how could he talk while the others could not? And where were the last two animatronics, Toy Freddy and Toy Chica? Where they in pieces some where in the pizzeria or something worse had happened to them? Mike sneezed loudly, snot dripping from his nose as he reached in to his pocket for a tissue and pulled out his receipts that he had forgotten to hand over.

"Shit! Forgot to leave these behind. Well, no matter, I'm sure it will be fine and...whoa" Mike cried out as he lost his footing, the world temporally going blurry in fount of his eyes. "Crap! I need to get something in me otherwise I won't be able to do squat today and no doubt the manager's been told to grass me up if I so much as breath out of place"

Mike dragged himself up the many stairs to his apartment, barley made it thought the door before he tripped again and dumping his stuff on the floor by his fount door.

"HALT! WHO GOES THERE?"

"Its me Cherry! You should really know this by now!" Mike muttered as he staggered in to his living room.

"Sorry Mike but Mr McBear let himself in earlier so I've been on hyper alert. He told me to tell you that Miss Mary in flat 4 has made you some chicken soup. Its in the fridge and that he left some cold tablets on the side there too" said Cherry as she looked over her creator's pale face with concern.

"Mr McBear let himself in? That's odd, he usually so polite and stuff..."

"I think its because he wasn't feeling well himself. He looked like he had been really crying when he came in, but he said it was because it was so late and he was tried"

"Well, he ain't the only one. I'm so tired I don't think I can even bother eating." said Mike as he got up from the sofa and swayed slightly before making his way to his room. "Night Cherry"

Cherry watched Mike go, her hard drive humming as she searched her memory for anything she had on illness and her creator but was coming up empty. She had no input to look back on as she twirled her spring tighter with worry. She simply didn't know what too do.

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His phone was ringing, he could hear it, but he couldn't open his eyes. He stretched out and knocked something over, might have been his lamp, before picking up his phone.

"Hel...hello?"

"Morning sunshine!" shouted the over cheery manager "How have you enjoyed your few hours of sleep"

"Just fine thanks, now if you will excuse me I'm going back..."

"No, no, no. Your new job starts today remember? I need you to come in and fix Balloon Boy"

"But I've already fixed BB, I don't need...he's done something stupid hasn't he?" Mike groaned as he sat up in bed.

"Yep. He saw some kids trying to blow up their own balloons with their noses and though he would give it a try. He pushed the balloons to far and now their stuck. To make matters worse when ever he blows up a balloon from his mouth, the one's in his nose also inflate and it looks like he has a red and blue boogies. Blu decided to make things worse by getting rolls of tissues and tried to balance them on Balloon boy's head. Now BB has throw a major tantrum and refuses to blow up and more balloons until he is fixed!"

Mike face palmed, imaging the small plastic boy sitting in a corner looking miserable with withered balloon's hanging from his nose as a large blue bunny laughed at him.

"Give me an hour at least to get myself ready and I'll be over" he said as he hung up. His head was pounding and he felt as if something had died in his mouth. His stomach roared to the point it was almost painful so he went to the kitchen to warm up the chicken soup and have the medicine that had been left for him, hoping he'd feel better for it. There was a small note telling him how to warm it up and to return the dish when he was done with as he left it to warm up in the microwave and took the tablets left for him. After food and a shower he felt better, at least well enough to go and sort out BB and maybe tell Blu off for being such a dick to the poor guy.

"Mike, I really don't think you should go, you need some rest" Cherry pleaded as she hopped back and forth on the small table.

"It's my first real day as their repair guy Cherry. If I don't go in, that ass-hole CEO will make out that I'm not cut out for the job and fuck knows we could use the extra bucks around here. I'll be only an hour, two max, then I'll rest up I promise"

He walked as fast as he could to the pizzeria with his tool box in hand, glad that the lunchtime rush hadn't started yet, as he walked in. Balloon Boy should have been there at the door to say "Hello" but Mike couldn't see him anywhere. He saw Chica nearby playing with some girls and walked over to her with a smile.

"Hey Chica"

Chica beamed at him and hugged him tightly causing the small girls to giggle around them.

"Hey mister, are you Chica's boyfriend?" one asked laughing.

"What! What makes you think...?" asked Mike as Chica nodded her head happily and gave him a small peck on the cheek making the girls laugh even more before running off to their parents.

"Jeez Chica did you have to embarrass me like that?" Mike moaned, his cheeks feeling hot from blushing. "Anyway, have you seen BB? The Manager said he's got some balloons stuck up his nose?"

Chica nodded as she pointed at the stage to the far right where BB was curled up. Mike walked up to the stage and placed his tool kit down beside the small animatronic.

"Hey BB, heard you had a small problem?"

The small boy animatronic lifted up his head and looked up at Mike with oil filled eyes and sniffed. Mike bite down on his lip hard to stop himself laughing at the sad sight, feeling slightly bad for wanting to laugh but seeing those two withered balloons hanging from his nose was so flipping funny.

"Well, I hopped you've learnt your lesson BB, now lets get those balloons out of your nose before anymore kids come here, cause you know how much they all love your balloons"

BB smiled and nodded as Mike wiped away the oil tear tracks from his face. Mike removed his screw button nose and looked inside to see what the balloons had caught on. While Mike worked on him, a tall fake blonde woman came in to the pizzeria, her skimpy clothing leaving nothing to the imagination. The staff and the animatronics looked at her in confusion as this was a family place and not a club as she walked though as if she owned the place, her nose up high as if she had smelt something disagreeable. She walked right up to Mike as he finished screwing Bb's nose back on.

"Now don't do that again ok? Maybe someday I'll show you how to make balloon animals, would you like that?"

Balloon boy jumped up and down laughing but then saw the young girl and frowned at her as she was glaring at Mike.

"Hello Mike" she said coolly as he turned around to face her. Mike jumped and looked at her in disbelief as he stepped off of the stage.

"Jess? What are you doing here?" he asked as he helped Balloon Boy down. "How did you know I was here?"

"You haven't been returning my texts Mike, so I had to ask around and then lower myself to come here. I heard you were some sort of guard not a grease monkey"

Mike frowned, why the fuck did he once think that this slut was worth his time? He looked down at BB who was gripping his leg, looking at Jess with the same dislike in his eye.

"BB, you better go and take your place at the door now while I'll talk to this bic...person"

BB looked at Jess and then back at Mike and nodded as he slowly walked around Jess, giving her an cruel look before heading towards the door.

"What the fuck was that little freaks problem?" Jess asked rudely as she tossed her hair over her shoulder.

"Jess, what the hell do you want from me?" Mike asked, wanting to get rid of her before she caused any trouble. She placed her hands on her hips and smiled making Mike's skin crawl and not in a good way. He then noticed Chica standing just a slightly way off watching them and copying Jess's moves.

"Like I said in my texts babe. I want another chance" She said twirling her hair as Chica twirled her feathers.

"And I should give you one why? You stole...sorry borrowed all my savings and then dumped me. And from what I've heard I'm not the only one you've done that too as well"

"It wasn't like you had that much to begin with, I mean it was only a lousy grand I borrowed, if it means that much too you I'll pay you back" her smile because what some people would have thought of as seducing but it made Mike want to gag as she used her arms to prop her breasts. "I'll be sure to pay you back with interest"

Chica folded her arms as Jess had done clearly showing off her own "chest" and winked at Mike. Mike smirked as he walked around Jess and over to Chica and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Sorry Jess but my girlfriend here is a hundred times more nicer then you and prettier too."

Jess's jaw dropped as she looked horrified at Chica and then in disgust at Mike "Your saying you would rather date that flat chested duck thing then go out with me?"

Chica gasped as did the children who had stopped to watch what was going on. Mike pulled Chica closer to him as if he was protecting her.

"She is a chicken, not a duck, are you really that thick you can't tell the difference? And yes I would much rather go out with her then someone who would steal from me and treat me like dirt! Now I think you better go before security decided to throw you out"

The children started cheering as did the other animatronics who had stopped to watch as well. Jess went red as she stormed out muttering about getting even as Jeremy came down the hall.

"Mike, do you need...oh! She gone already?"

"Yeah. Sorry about that man, Chica, I don't know how she found out where I worked but hopefully she won't be back" said Mike as he grabbed his case. "I'm going over to the cove and see if Foxy will let me do some work on him before I go back home"

"Sure thing. Though Mike, if your really that hard up for a date, I know a couple of girls that..." said Jeremy with a teasing smirk.

"Thanks Jeremy but I'm quite happy with Chica" laughed Mike as he made his way over to Pirate's cove. Chica watched him go, her hands over her fast beating pump, her hard drive almost overheating. She looked around at all the other girls in the pizzeria and then down at herself. She needed an upgrade but how to tell Mike? She saw the large stack of paper and pens that were kept for the children to draw pictures as an idea came to her. She picked up the yellow pen and started to draw. She couldn't wait to show him tonight.

Jeremy sat back down in the small office and sighed. That had probably been the only excitement he had seen on this job since ever. It was usually so dead and boring and save for the odd noises coming from the back rooms now and again there wasn't really anything too do. He clicked on the tablet and watched Mike climb in to Pirates cove to do what ever it was he had to do. He liked Mike, sure he was really odd but he didn't seem like a bad guy and from the sounds of it was having as much trouble with money as he was. Fucking student loans he thought bitterly. The office phone rung out loudly, making him jump and scramble to answer it.

"Freddy's Frazbear pizzeria"

"Hello. Am I speaking to the security guard? The day one?"

"Yeah, Jeremy Fitzgerald, may I ask who is calling and what it is you want?"

The voice on the end was smooth and commanding "You don't need to know who I am Mr Fitzgerald. Only that I'm going to help you out of any finical troubles you may have if you do one little thing for me..."

Jeremy's brown eyes widen as he listened to what the voice had to say, clenching his fist tight as he looked down at the tablet, seeing Bonnie playing his guitar on the stage.

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Mike had spent more then a few hours at the pizzeria trying to sort out Foxy but damn that fox was stubborn, but they finally agreed on what to do about his feet. Mike was going to round off the tips of his claws and then paint his feet black to make it look as if Foxy was wearing boots as his trousers were long enough to cover the ankle joint. Now all he had to do really was his jaw and maybe fix up the cove a bit so that Mangle could watch from behind the scenes or simply hide behind it, until he could get around to fixing her. He went home for a couple hours and took more cold tablets before returning for his security job. No sooner he had he returned to the pizzeria, the animatronics had been all over him, Blu and BB were on his legs, the Marionette, Bonnie and Chica were wrapped around his waist with Mangle over his shoulders. He had told them earlier that he couldn't fix or play with them on night duty but as he had noticed with the animatronics, they all seemed to selective hearing.

"Come on guys! I've got to get to the office. We've got to play this by the CEO rules for now, cause I'm betting he'll do anything to have my ass fired or get me in to trouble. So lets not actually give him an excuse too do it ok?"

The animatronics slumped sadly, all gave him large puppy dog eyes and Mike almost relented.

"No. You can stop by for a few minutes or get me if there is an emergency but that's it" said Mike firmly as he walked down to the security room, personally thinking that his arse would have only been in the seat for a few seconds before one or two of them would come to annoy him. He wasn't that far off as half an hour went before BB came in holding a small picture book with the Marionette. Both Bonnie's wanted their guitars fixed and Mike told them to leave them with him and he'll do it in the morning before he left. He causally clicked on the tablet and watched in amusement as Foxy practice his new act for BB and Mangle but he couldn't find Freddy though knowing him, he was probably with Goldie and best left alone. There was a knock on the glass window and Mike flicked the light switch to see it was Chica before turning it off as she came in to the office.

"Chica, I would have thought you be busy in the kitchen considering how busy we've been recently" said Mike as he noticed Chica holding two large pieces of paper to her chest. Also she was swaying and twitching which told Mike she was nervous about something and it would be bad for him if he didn't figure it out soon. "Is something wrong Chica? Do you need me too look at something?"

Chica smiled with relief as she pushed the two drawings on too Mike and waited eagerly to hear his response. Mike looked down at the drawings and...well he wasn't sure what he was looking at, at least at first. The first one had a large yellow blob with an arrow pointing to a smaller yellow blob with a dash of pink. The second picture was of a yellow blob that had two larger yellow blobs sticking out and a stick man holding a hammer with a big smile on his face.

"Ok...I think this stick guy is meant to be me and the yellow blob is Chica...but what are these two big yellow things she drawn on...they almost look like...Oh fuck!" thought Mike as he felt a cold sweat starting to foam on his forehead as he looked at Chica's eager face.

"Errrr...ummm...wow Chica! I didn't know you were such a great drawer! You got me down just right even down to my hammer"

Chica snorted angrily as she pointed to her chest and drew round circles. Mike rubbed his neck and looked back down at the drawings. "Does this have anything to do with earlier Chica? With what Jess said about you being flat chested?"

Chica looked guilty as she nodded and the pointed to the other picture of her and what Mike guessed was Toy Chica. Getting up from his chair, Mike closed the two side doors, not really caring if the power ran down but felt that this should be discussed more in private.

"Look I don't know what kind of relationship you had with Toy Chica but wanting to be like her or worse like Jess is a bad idea Chica. I mean you shouldn't want to be someone else just because you think they look better then you. I mean...take Jess for example, she is super hot but underneath those looks is someone really awful. I'm not saying all pretty people are bad but you...you...(sigh) Look, your adored by hundreds of kids, your a fantastic cook and your really nice and friendly. Sure your round and your flat chested but that you! And I wouldn't want you any other way"

Chica felt her eyes fill up with oil as she processed the last few seconds to her internal memory, placing a password on it for security and hiding it away in her memory banks so no one could ever delete it but her. She rushed to Mike and hugged him tightly, feeling his warm squirmy body against hers as she rubbed her face in to his neck. He rough thick hands rubbed up and down her back smoothing her. This warm tingling feeling in her wiring reminded her of when Mike first touched her, so gently, making her ache for more. An image file flashed up in her mind of Bonnie and Mike making out in the office, heating her wires even more as her pump went in to over drive as her cooling system started to flash its warning symbol.

"Ok Chica. If you ever need to talk again, you can come and talked to me but I really need to get back to work now and shhiiiiiit!" Mike yelped as Chica pushed herself, so Mike would fall against the desk, his back flat against it with her on top. "Chica what the...?"

Chica was undoing his pants and pulling them down to his knees, her purple eyes darkening to almost black as she reached in for his cock. Mike cursed himself as he began to harden in her hand as he heard the click that uncovered Chica's womanhood, which was already dripping wet.

"Chica! I'm meant to be working...I said...your not listening (moan) you...oh shit that goood...I...oh fuck it!" Mike muttered as he shifted his hips in time with Chica's hand movements. Chica felt as if she was on fire, all her systems seemed to be flashing, her wires fizzing, her hard drive humming while everything else was clenching up tight in need of release. Her port was throbbing and needed an outlet and Mike's plug was just the right size for her. She climbed up on to the desk and lowered her self on to his plug, enjoying the wonderful sensations of being entered and stretched, it was so good she almost overloaded right then. Then Mike pushed his plug in deeper and she let out a screech. Mike tried to keep up with her, but he had oiled her joints well as she rode his cock harder and deeper in to her. Her wet juices were splattering over his thighs and Mike prayed it wasn't going over his uniform as he did not want to explain why his clothes were in such a state. She was so wet and tight, it was like she was trying to pump the very cum from his balls. He cried out when he shot his load in to her as her eyes went completely black and something like a whistle came from her body as she orgasamed and fell flat beside him, out of breath. He just laid there, panting for his own breath as he tried to figure out how he got in to this again when Chica reached for his hand and then pulled back as if she was a shamed or thought that Mike's frowning face was because of her. Mike took her hand and placed a small kiss on too it.

"You guys are really going to have to learn the meaning of the word no" said Mike with a small smile as Chica chuckled. Mike sat up and stretched, his eyes falling to the floor to where Chica's drawings were. "Say Chica...what ever happened to Toy Chica? Did she break and get scrapped?"

Chica looked sad and then shook her head as she too sat up. She picked up her drawing and then walked over to the calendar on the wall, flicked it back a few months and pointed to a date.

"June seventh? So something happened on that day to her?" Chica nodded and then placed her drawing down and picked up the tablet. She clicked it a few times before showing Mike an image of the two Freddy's sitting on the stage together. She pointed at her picture and then at them and gave a loud angry screech.

"Ok...Toy Chica...was angry at Freddy? No? He was angry with her? They had a fight?"

Chica nodded then and changed the camera to the one pointing to the backstage fire exit and then pointed at her drawing once more. Mike frowned as he looked up at Chica's upset face.

"She left? I thought you guys couldn't leave. Its against your basic programming isn't it?"

Chica nodded as she looked at the picture she had drawn of Toy Chica, her eyes drooping sadly. Taking her drawing with her she opened the door and went to walk away as Mike called out to her.

"Hey Chica...even if Toy Chica was still here...I'd still think you were the prettier one"

Chica smiled brightly and skipped her way down the hall to the kitchen to get to work on the pizzas.

Mike used some tissues to clean himself up and put his pants back on, his mind racing with a million thoughts.

"So one night Toy Chica fights with either or both Freddy's and walks out on her though the back door. A bright yellow chicken in hot pink panties would have been seen by everybody and returned to the pizzeria with in hours, let alone years or months. So at the moment she must just be considered missing and if she is...where the hell is she?"

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A few days later a red sports car drove in to Freddy's Frazbear Pizzeria car park, standing out like a beacon against various small family and second hand cars. A tall thin woman in a bright white three piece suit emerged from the vehicle, her youthful face pulled in to a grimace when she looked at the restaurant, her nose wrinkling up in distaste as if the building itself was offensive. Still she had come all the way, she might as well see it though, as she slung her designer handbag over her shoulder. She gracefully walked in and her ears were assaulted by children's screams and people speaking too loudly with horrible music playing in the background.

"Hello"

She blinked and looked around and gasped loudly as her suit trousers were pulled by a weird looking boy, who was trying to offer her a balloon. She pushed his hand away and walked quickly over to the counter, clearly not wanting to see the strange thing's upset expression.

The young girl behind the counter smiled brightly at her " Welcome to Freddy's fazz bear's pizzeria! Where every day..."

"I am not here to order" she said promptly "I am here too see someone and hopefully speak some sense in to him. Can you show me where Michael Schmidt is please?"

"Oh...er...yes. But you see he is working right now and our manager is a bit funny about..."

"I'm sure your manager would not like me too cause a scene but I will gladly create one along with calling the health department to come and have a look at this place" said the woman coolly as she took off her large sunglasses, showing her dark blue eyes. "Now please show me where he is, I don't have all day to waste on such things as this"

The girl bit her lip and pointed over to a small stage surrounded by a dark blue curtain. "He's in there at the moment working on Foxy"

"There! That wasn't so difficult now was it?" She turned on her heel and walked over to the stage, which was made difficult because of the running children but also because that odd thing was still trying to give her a balloon. She approached the stage she could hear Mike's voice from behind the curtain.

"Damn stupid bolts! Fucking turn! Foxy! Stop moving, this is hard enough as it is without you wiggling your arse"

She pulled the curtain back and there was Mike sitting in Foxy's lap with his arm down his mouth trying to undo his jaw.

" Michael, please stop messing about with your toys and come out of there. I only have a few hours to spare to speak with you, so let not waste anymore of my time"

Foxy blinked and frowned as he looked at Mike for an explanation, as the young man groaned and got of his lap.

"Hello too you to mom"

Mike was pissed, he just couldn't believe it, his own mother turning up like this to cause him problems. She seemed equally annoyed for some reason as she glared at him across the table. He had told the manager he was using his "lunch break" to speak to her and the older man simply nodded and said that was fine, only to get rid of her quickly as she was making everyone else uncomfortable. Mike snorted as he thought "Your uncomfortable? Try sitting opposite your pissed mother while being watched by a bunch of horny curious animatronics"

"So, mom...what brings you all the way down here? Is everything ok back home?" he tried to act like he gave a crap but it was really hard to give one.

"Well, since you didn't return my call like I asked you too, I thought I would come down and see you for myself. Cheery answered your land line and informed me you were at work..."

"Her name is Cherry mum"

"She also expressed her concerns for your health, asking me for input on your illness, as well as what to do since you seemed not to be getting any better. You do look awful by the way"

"Thanks. Love you too"

"Honestly your as bad as your father. Always thinking your some kind of superman and that common illness are beneath you. You were always a sickly child Michael so I had thought you would know better then to take care of yourself, after all your an adult, as you love to remind me"

Mike coughed, his throat feeling dry "Is that why your here and not at the office mum? To check up on me and...Oh thanks Bonnie"

Bonnie had personally gotten Mike and his mother their coffee's and bought them over. He smiled brightly at them both and waved at Mike's mum but she simply glared at him. He slumped sadly and walked back to the others shaking his head.

"Jeez mum did you have to give him such a nasty look? Bonnie is sensitive"

His mum arched an eyebrow as she picked up her cup "I didn't do anything Michael and if he's that sensitive maybe you should reprogram him not too be. Though I honestly was hoping to come and talk to you out of this kind of work..."

"Mum..."

" Michael, you can come and work for your father and me, you with your grades and mind, you can be full qualified with in the year and making more money then you could ever dream of making here with these...things"

"Mum, I don't want to spend my life in fount of a computer, doing other peoples taxes or what ever it is you guys do, when I could be doing something great and making kids smile"

"Smiles? And how are smiles going to pay your rent may I ask and...oh will you go away!" She snapped as Balloon Boy came up to her with a large red shiny balloon.

"Its only BB mum. He sees your upset and thinks a balloon will cheer you up. Sorry little guy, mum's not really in to balloons, I'll come over and blow some balloons up with you later ok?"

Mike's mum felt a little uncomfortable seeing the strange boy thing look at her son with what she could only describe as admiration as he ran off back to the large duck robot who was wearing a bib.

"As I was saying, smiles won't bring in money or pay your rent Michael, its time to stop living so carefree and live in the AAAAAAHHH" she screamed as a hideous mangled mess dropped down beside Mike.

"Hey Mangle, what's up?" Mike asked as Mangle's gurgled speech and jerked her head towards the cove "Tell Foxy I'll be there as soon as I finish talking to my mum ok? I won't be much longer"

Mangle nodded as she waved at his mom and climbed back over to the cove using the ceiling lights. Mike looked at his mom's terrified face and tried not to laugh.

"What were you saying mum?" he asked politely snapping her back in to reality.

"Mike!" she hissed and he knew he was in trouble as she only called him that when she was very worried or very pissed off. "Why can't you get those...Freaks...to leave you alone!"

Mike felt his own blood starting to boil as he glared at her "Those freaks mom, are highly intelligent pieces of machinery and are my friends. No one has given a fuck about them in years until I came along so naturally they want to be friendly but its more then that! Without these guys I wouldn't have a job or be doing a job I actually love to do. So I would grateful it if you gave them a bit more respect!"

Mike's mum flushed pink as she sat in silence for a moment drinking her coffee. Mike leant back in his chair, feeling slightly bad for snapping at his mum, when two small blue hands rubbed his thighs. Mike glanced down to see Blu on his knees between his legs, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively as he nuzzled his face against his cock. Mike felt his body stiffen as he glanced over at his mum and then back at Blu and tried to push him away, without success.

"Bad Bunny! Go away! For fuck sake my mum is across the table and your trying to give me a blow job! I'm soo frying your hard-drive for this!" Mike thought as he kept trying to push Blu away as he looked around for one of the others, hoping they would come to his rescue.

" Michael...I didn't come here for a fight...I really did come too see how you were" said his mom softly as Blu's tried to undo his pants. "After what your ex did too you and then hearing you have that really bad coughing fit...I guess I just got worried"

"I know you worry about me a lot mum...stop it...but I'm really ok. I love doing this job and if things are going my way...well you know...really! Knock it off!"

"Its just me and your father want you to be secure and safe" she went on oblivious to Mike's plight "We...well I understand you have your own dreams but surely you can understand that your father had his as well. You taking on the family business and such..."

"I know mum..bad bunny..but this is really something that I WAAnt to do and...don't you think you should be heading back to the office now?" Mike said with a nervous laugh as Blu finally got in to his pants.

"I will but only if you promise me that you will take better care of yourself. I don't want to wake up one night from a phone call saying your in the hospital and..wha?"

Freddy was now standing in fount of the table. He gave his mother a friendly smile and tipped his hat politely. He then lent down and reached under the table. The table shook with a loud thud as Freddy then turned and walked away, dragging Blu across the floor. She looked over at Mike, his face bright red as he tried to hide it with his hand.

" Michael...what was that...?"

"It was just Blu mum. He's always trying to hide and get out of doing his job so Freddy has to go and drag him back. But yeah back to what you were saying, I promise to take better care of myself, I promise. I get paid tomorrow so I will make sure I'm dosed up so you won't worry"

"Very well then. I'll trust your judgment for now but I do expect you too call me now and again Michael. Now, does this place have a bathroom, so I can freshen up?"

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Jane Schmidt washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror with a sigh. What had she been thinking? Coming all the way down here? She knew Michael would not budge on his dream job but honestly could he not at least pick one that was in a more sanitary place? Why couldn't her baby see she just wanted what was best for him? Why was he slumming it here when he could be well...anything he wanted to be. He had exceptional grades, he was often praised by his teachers and with his charm, he could walk in too a three or even four figure salary job if he put his mind too it. Then again those "things" really did seem to dote on him and Michael really did seem happy, so maybe for now she would leave things as they were, though she doubted that his father wouldn't be too happy with it. She walked down the hall as she left the bathroom, walking passed empty party rooms before realising she had taken a wrong turn. She went to go back, when a childish cry reached her ears, and made her turn back round. The cry was sad and desperate sounding, much like the cry a child would make if it was lost and separated from its parents. She walked further down, the cries becoming louder as she reached a rather dark hallway with one light hanging from the ceiling. At the end of the hallway was a green-lit sign saying exit and two doorways that had been sealed up with large wooden boards, the crying coming behind one of them, she was sure.

"Hello...is someone there...?"

The crying stopped and then there was a loud crash causing the wooden boards to shake violently. She swallowed the small lump in her throat as she walked towards the sealed up room, only for something to grab her hand and pull her back. She looked around to see a tatty, falling apart bear with a top hat, who was gripping her wrist tightly. He lifted up his hat, wiggled his small ears and gave what she assumed to be a smile.

"Ummm...I heard crying coming from that room...is someone in there?"

The gold colour bear frowned and shook its head, he then pointed at her and wagged his finger as if he was telling her off for being back here before pulling her back up the hallway.

"You don't have to pull" she muttered as she tried to pull away from him but his grip was too tight. He got her all the way back to the bathrooms and then pointed down the hall as if he was telling her to get going. "Well, thank you for your assistance, and I'll be sure to tell my son to get on with fixing you up. Your clearly in need of it"

She had only taken a few steps when she felt a sharp stinging sensation across her bottom and turned to see the golden bear lifting up his hat again and giving her a lecherous look as he wiggled his ears. She turned and ran down the hall and didn't stop until she ran in to Mike.

"Mom? What's wrong? You were gone so long me and Freddy were going to come and look for you"

"I got lost and heard someone crying. I went to investigate but a gold bear that was falling apart stopped me and bought me back here. He then slapped me across my..." she blushed brightly as she rubbed her rear. Freddy slapped his face and shook his head as he walked past her and went down the hall.

"Where is he going?" she asked as Mike led her towards the pizzeria exit.

"I think he's going to sort out that other bear for you mum" smiled Mike as he tried not to laugh at the large oily hand print on his mother's white suit trousers.

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Jeremy had had a long day and was waiting for it to be over but the manager had called for everyone to stay a bit longer tonight due to the fact that he had been told that there was an health inspector coming and he needed all hands on deck to help clean up. Damn it all to hell! He should have done the job nights ago! He only had to remove a wire or two and that was it. Home free and no more debts and it wasn't like he and Mike were the best of friends or anything. They weren't even friends just work collages. Yeah and it wasn't like Mike really needed this job like he did, his parents were clearly loaded and could take care of him.

"Jeremy? Would you mind hanging about until Mike gets here and pass on this memo? He needs to fill in some paperwork and I want to make sure he gets it" said the manager as he handed Jeremy a large envelope.

"Sure, no problem boss" he said as his heart started to race. Now he had his chance. He waved good bye to the last of the staff before locking the door, then making his way over to the stage. He pulled out a small screwdriver as he walked up to Bonnie, the lighting from the storm outside gave him plenty of light as he went to work on the rabbit's head.

"MIKE YOU CAN'T GO!" shouted Cherry as Mike slung on his jacket and picked up his umbrella.

"Cherry, I've told you, I can't afford to miss a night right now, the CEO and the Manager are just looking for an excuse to can me, so I have got to go in"

"But your running a fever, I can see it, your all red" Cherry moaned "Please Mike! That storm will only make it worse"

"Sorry Cherry" said Mike as he waved goodbye "But I've got to go. See you later"

The storm was really coming down and Mike was soaked within minutes of leaving his apartment. He coughed until his lungs hurt and his nose felt like a dripping tap, hell even his eye lids hurt at this point. As he got close to the pizzeria, he frowned with worry when he saw a single glow of a flash light coming from the main hall and ran towards the door. He gently unlocked it and reached up to stop the bell ringing as he entered. He slowly walked up to the stage, hearing who ever it was grumbling, when he then saw Bonnie's face on the floor.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING JEREMY!" snapped Mike as loud as he could, causing the other young man to jump and fall off of the stage with a thump.

"What the crap dude! Did you have to scare me like that?" Jeremy asked as he got to his feet.

"Answer the question Jeremy! What the hell were you doing to Bonnie? And why the fuck are you here anyway? You know what happens at midnight!"

"Yeah right like you expect me to believe that these things come to life at night and try and stuff people in to suits? Bullshit!" snapped Jeremy "And makes you all fucking high and mighty huh? Any one can touch this stupid things and I thought I could do a better job then you"

"Cut the crap! Somebody but you up to it didn't they?" Mike watched as a guilty look crossed Jeremy's face briefly then it disappeared and replaced with an angry one.

"So what if someone did? It doesn't matter! Nothing fucking does about this place! Its going down and I'm not going down with it. So you can just fuck off!"

Mike wasn't ready for it but Jeremy leapt at him, pushing him back hard causing him to lose his footing and fall against a table, hitting his head hard as he fell to the floor. Jeremy blinked as he panted for breath, his heart racing as he looked at the large blood splatter across the table and then the floor. This...this wasn't right...he hadn't meant to do that...wait he still had a chance. They would blame it on the animatronics, yeah that's right, they had turned on him and killed him, it had nothing to do with him. Picking up his own belongings, he went to move towards the exit, but a large hand clamped down on his shoulder hard. Jeremy felt his heart stop as he slowly turned around to see a large purple hand attached to a large purple arm attached to a very faceless Bonnie. He screamed and went to run but tripped over Mike's body and fell to the floor as the other animatronics woke up, their eyes gleaming with righteous malice. Jeremy tried to get up but his legs refused to work so he started to drag himself towards the exist only for Foxy and Mangle to stand in his way. He started to sob uncontrollably as their circled him, a deep inhumanly laugh ringing out around them as he heard something being dragged towards him. A golden bear with black soulless eyes was now staring at him holding in his arms an empty Bonnie Blue suit. Jeremy screamed as he pissed himself when the animatronics grabbed him.

To be continued...

Chapter six: Some truths, Some lies and all the mess in between.

Please review below and tell me what you think. Also who do you want to man-handle Mike next...Blu or the Marionette or both?