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"

9. Chapter 9

Fix Me and I Will Fix You

By End of Grace

A/N: Sorry for the lateness of this chapter, but my other half is in hospital at the moment, so this chapter took a back seat. A really big thank you to Speedox12 for beta reading this chapter. Again, THANK YOU so much for reading and reviewing.

B/N: I actually had to sit and contemplate for a moment if it was within my jurisdiction to edit the author's note. The reasons were simple, but will be kept between me and the author.

Chapter 9: The CEO and His Broken Heart

Mike sat in Mr. McBear's apartment holding a shoebox that held the pieces that had once been Cheery. Mike wasn't sure he had picked them all up, his apartment was a mess, you couldn't really see the floor. He was searching for pieces when Mr. McBear had turned up wanting to talk to him before he went to bed. The old man quickly took charge and rang the police and took Mike down to his apartment for a hot sugary drink... something about shock, but Mike wasn't really listening. The police came an hour or so later and quickly walked around the apartment, taking fingerprints before coming to ask Mike and Mr. McBear questions. Mr. McBear went first, saying he didn't have any cameras other than the ones at the entrance to the building and they were more than welcome to look at the recordings. He hadn't heard anything during the night as he had taken his evening coco and pills and was out like a light.

"Mr Schmidt, we understand this is hard for you, but can you tell us if you have any enemies? People you might have pissed off? An Ex maybe?" One of the officers asked.

"My Ex did steal from me and tried to get me to take her back, I told her her where to go and she did say she would get me back... but I don't think this was her... not her style really." said Mike, his eyes down cast as he looked at the shoe box.

"Is there anyone else you can think of? Since you were the only one broken into last night, we can assume that this attack was personal, was there anything missing from your apartment that you could see?"

"No... I don't really have anything of value to steal and everything else was destroyed."

"My partner is finished taking fingerprints from the scene now, if there is a match for them somewhere, you will be the first to know. Also, here is our number, if there is anything you remember or need to report, please call it in." said the policeman as he handed Mike a small card.

Mr. McBear showed the officer out who met up with his partner in the hallway before they left. The old man went into his small kitchen and made Mike a small hot chocolate and handed it to him before sitting down in his large armchair.

"We will have to clean up the kitchen before anything else. Your bedroom and bathroom were not really touched, though your clothes are everywhere; and do not mind too much about the door and your deposit... I will have someone in to fix it this afternoon at the latest."

"Thanks Mr. McBear." said Mike softly, hugging the box a little tighter.

"Are you...going to fix her?" Mr McBear asked softly, knowing that the loss of Cherry had hit Mike the most.

"I can't" Mike swallowed the large lump in his throat as he tried to keep talking "Her hard drive and memory chips were destroyed. Even if I put her together again, she wouldn't be the same Cherry that has been with me since college."

"I understand. I felt the same with Springtrap. It just wouldn't be the same I thought. There is a nice flower bed just outside the building, filled with tulips, you may bury her there if you like."

"Thanks..." tears started to fall from Mike's eyes before he could stop them and he quickly raised his arm up to them to hide them from the older man.

Damn it, why was he such a mess? He hadn't once thought about his deposit or looking to see if anything had been stolen, hell he didn't even give a crap about the food that had been wasted on his kitchen floor. He had spent the last hour or so with Mr. McBear picking up what they could of Cherry's remains and placing them into the box in his hands. While the older man spoke to the cops he had gone though everything in the box, hoping to salvage her and somehow bring her back...but it was hopeless. Now his guts churned and his heart wrenched at the thought of staying in that apartment alone. What made it seem even worse was the fact that he was going to finally spend some time alone with her, just her, and watch a few good movies. He was even going to discuss getting her those arms and legs she wanted. He then felt a warm hand on his head, that gently petted his hair.

"Let it out son." said Mr McBear softly "You'll feel better once you do."

"I'm sorry." Mike sobbed "I'm just being an idiot! I know she was just a robotic cupcake, but..."

"Mike..." The older man's tone had sharpened slightly as if he was trying to hold back his own tears "When I buried Springtrap I wept, as did my son, and my other children. He may have been made of metal, but he was no less a part of our lives as Cherry was a part of yours."

Mike continued to cry in the older man's arms as he clutched the box tightly to his chest.

-Line Break-

It was late afternoon and Mike had yet to sleep but despite being dead tired he couldn't bring himself to close his eyes. He and Mr. McBear had worked hard in fixing up his apartment; thankfully Mike had placed most of the blueprints he had in his wardrobe at the back so they were not touched. Sadly the same could not be said of the spare parts or his tools. Once everything was in its place, Mike put on his suit, it was dark navy but it was all that he had, and went outside to bury Cherry in the plot of tulips.

"I don't know what to say." Mike said as he looked at the mound of dirt they had placed over Cherry's box. "Saying a prayer probably sounds stupid right?"

"I don't know." said Mr McBear with a sad smile "In many fairy tales and Sci-fi stories anything that comes to have a life of its own tends to have a soul as well. Do what you think is right Mike...its just the three of us here after all and I'm sure she wouldn't think less of you for saying one."

Mike muttered a quiet prayer and allowed the tears to fall again before being escorted back inside by Mr. McBear. Mike had changed into a plain shirt and jeans. On the old man's suggestion he had tried to rest but couldn't. The thought of not being greeted in the morning or being ordered to "Stand and deliver." when he came home from work played on his mind. Damn it, his apartment was too quiet; he needed some air! He got to his feet and flung on his jacket, subconsciously picking up his toolbox as well, and made his way to the streets. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, he just needed to walk and allowed his feet to take him. He could hear someone calling his name and a loud banging like a drum, but he didn't want to be bothered so he kept on walking.

"MIKE!" someone shouted and grabbed his arm, yanking him to the side as a car whizzed past him blaring their horn. Mike blinked as he looked around and found himself in the Pizzeria car park with Emily holding on to his arm panting.

"What on earth were you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" she asked angrily.

"Emily... Sorry... I was lost in thought." Mike apologized "To tell the truth I don't even know how I got here..."

"I'm surprised you're here as well considering the animatronics told us that you wouldn't be in today because you had been robbed and... well... you know..." said Emily feeling her cheeks turn pink as she cast down her eyes sadly "I'm sorry...about your loss. I know that cupcake meant a lot to you. Chica has been in tears most of the morning and sitting in the supply room with Freddy checking up on her now and again."

"Yeah...she and Cherry had become good friends..." said Mike sadly, feeling bad that he had not spared a thought for Chica and her feelings. "I should have told her myself and... wait how did they know?"

"From what Freddy told me, he had received a call from your landlord telling him what had happened and to not expect you today and maybe tonight as well... the animatronics have been worried as you can see." said Emily pointing to the pizzeria window.

Mike looked to see Bonnie, Blu, Fred, Freddy and BB looking out the window waving at him, each having a black band around their arms as a sign of respect for Cherry. Mike tried to smile and wave back, but found he couldn't must the strength to do it, he didn't want to smile or be cheered up. Emily grabbed his hand and started to pull him in towards the pizzeria.

"Come on Mike, everyone is worried about you, come and have something to eat and drink...my treat."

"But..."

Emily pulled him thought the door and he was immediately tackled by BB, who grabbed on to one of his legs and hugged it tight.

"Mike! Are you ok? The bad guys didn't get you, did they?" he asked, looking up with worry in his glass eyes.

Mike couldn't help but smile as he leant down and lift BB off of his leg and then knelt down to his level.

"No, the bad guys had gone by the time I got there BB, so I'm ok."

BB hugged him around the shoulders and he hugged back. "I'm sorry about Cherry... she was really nice..."

"Thanks BB."

"We are all sorry for your loss Mike." said Freddy as he came over to them with Blu by his side. "It is a sad day..."

Mike stood up, but still held on to BB's hand as he shook Freddy's paw "Thanks Freddy."

"Mike, why don't you go and take a seat?" said Emily with a smile, "I'll bring you over your pizza and drink in a moment."

"Don't you have other work to be getting on with Ms Monroe?" Blu asked haughtily "I'm sure the manger won't be impressed with you slacking off! Once Mike's food is ready, myself or one of the others will get it for him."

Emily flushed scarlet and sent Blu a glare before she went to return to the counter, but Mike reached over and took her hand.

"Emily... thanks... for caring. I really appreciate it."

She smiled brightly "No problem. I'm here all day if you want to talk Mike... and I can give you my number later as well... if you like?"

"Sure...that would be great!"

Blu felt his oil boil in his tubes as he watched the girl return to her post behind the counter. He hated the way she batted her eyes at Mike and blush, the tramp, Mike was too good for her. He then noticed that he was alone and that BB and Freddy had escorted Mike to a table without him and he quickly rushed over.

"Take as long as you need Mike. The manager may grumble, but he won't throw you out." said Freddy as Mike slid into the booth with BB climbing in beside him "If you need to lie down and have a sleep, just make your way round to Goldie's room, he's changed the sheets I promise you."

"Thanks Freddy, I might take you up on that, feeling a bit tired." said Mike as BB curled up beside him, only then to be pulled off by Blu.

"You have a job to do Balloon Boy." Blu snapped "You're meant to be greeting the customers."

"Yes and you're meant to be helping Bonnie and the others entertain the children." said Freddy as he arched his eye brow "Why don't you both get back to work while I'll talk to our friend here."

Blu's red cheeks glowed angrily as he stomped off with BB in tow as Freddy slid in to the booth opposite Mike.

"If you need to talk Mike, myself and Goldie understand what your going though, as do Bonnie, Chica and Foxy."

"How...?"

"Springtrap. He was the second eldest of us original animatronics and Bonnie's older brother. When we heard what had happened to him, we all wanted father to repair him, but knew even if he did, Springtrap wouldn't be the same as he was before and I think that would have made it more painful for us all."

"I couldn't repair her... I wanted to but there was nothing left to repair..." said Mike feeling his throat becoming sore. "Sorry Freddy, but could I have a moment to myself?"

"Of course." said Freddy as he got up "Would you like me to bring over whatever Ms. Monroe has made you or allow her to bring it over?"

"Who ever, Freddy. I really don't mind."

Freddy went to leave but then turned back to Mike, his eyes showing his concern "I know this is hard on you Mike, since Cherry was your animatronic, but could I ask you to speak to Chica? Not right now of course, it's just she also has taken Cherry's passing hard and I'm sure speaking to you will help her and maybe you as well."

Mike just nodded, he really didn't want to talk to Chica but agreed to it just to get Freddy to leave him alone. Once Freddy was gone, Mike sat alone with his thoughts, allowing the shouts and laughter to go over his head. He could feel the animatronics gazing at him with worry and he tried to ignore the warm feeling he got from it. Why? Why were they so worried and concerned for him? Was Chica, one of their own, upset in the store room? Emily bought over the pizza and soda and slid into the booth.

"You ok Mike? I saw Freddy talking to you..."

"Yeah. He thinks I can somehow talk to Chica and cheer her up." Mike mumbled as he poked at the pizza.

"Well, I would be surprised if you couldn't do it, I mean the animatronics adore you." said Emily, giving Blu a slightly evil glance "Especially Blu."

"I just wish I knew why? I mean all I've done is fix them up. It's not like I've done anything special or anything."

"Ok, I think that's just the blues talking." said Emily as she took Mike's hand "Mike, You Know what you have done for these guys and how much it means to them and I know you love working with and on them too. You gave up your dream job for them and Cherry wouldn't want you to turn your back on them now she is gone."

Mike gave a small sigh and gave her a smile. She was right. He was letting his feelings cloud his judgment.

"Can I use the excuse that I haven't slept?" he asked jokingly as he picked up a slice of pizza.

"Maybe... as long as you go and cheer up Chica and eat all of that pizza I made just for you." Emily laughed.

"You're not going to get in trouble because of me are you?"

"No, I told the manager I was taking my break so he can't complain."

She and Mike continued to talk, she asked about how and why he made Cherry and he told her how he lived with her and how she complained and moaned at him like his mum did. Blu had tried to go over to split them up, but Freddy and Bonnie stopped him and told him to let it go... for now.

"Thanks for everything Emily. I better go and see Chica and see if I can do anything to cheer her up." said Mike as he got up to his feet and helped Emily to her feet.

Emily reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bit of paper.

"Here... its my number, in case you need someone to talk to later or anything else you might need..."

"Thanks Emily. Hey, maybe I can take you out some time, you know, to say thanks?"

"YES!" shouted Emily causing everyone to turn to look at them "I mean... I'd love to."

"Er... great... I'll call you... to set something up." said Mike as he waved goodbye to her and made his way backstage to find Chica.

He opened the door to the supply room and switched on the light to find Chica sitting on the far table with her back turned to him. He said nothing as he walked up to her and sat beside her. There were two long oily trails down her face where she had been crying and a small puddle on the floor where her tears had fallen. He reached over and took her hand from her lap, his fingertips brushing against her metal knuckle joints, as he intertwined their fingers.

"I'm so sorry Mike." said Chica softly as she continued to look at the floor.

"Its...its ok. How are you holding up?"

"Not good" Chica sighed as more oil spilled from her eyes "I thought... I thought I'd finally had a friend... a friend that was a girl, if you know what I mean."

"Doesn't Mangle count?"

"She's more family then a friend... also she and I don't really mesh well since she's part of Foxy's crew and I'm always in the kitchen. Cherry listened to me, took an interest in what I was doing, we also talked about you too. It was so nice talking to another girl and not having to listen to anymore fluid jokes that the boys like to tell."

Mike sniggered lightly guessing that "Fluid jokes" were the animatronics versions of "Dirty jokes". "Yeah, she was really good at listening, she put up with a lot of my complaining."

"She did mention how you're always losing your socks and blaming it on the washing machine." Chica gave a small giggle but then became somber again as she looked at Mike. "Are you really sure... are you sure you can't fix her Mike?"

"I'm sure Chica. I looked over everything I could find, her CPU, her memory, her ram even her optics were all smashed beyond repair. Even if I bought all the spare parts I need to rebuild her... it wouldn't be the same Cherry that has been with me since college."

"I understand. Its every animatronics nightmare to get broken so badly that repairing isn't an option. The word junkyard is enough to make my pump stall and my oil clog up. For a while we thought we were going to lose Bonnie to that place until you came along."

"I remember that night, you and Blu tried to get him to move and ended up breaking his arm." said Mike thinking back to the night before everything changed, seemed like a lifetime ago.

"We thought if we forced him to move, his joints would unfreeze themselves and he would be fine, but we ended up doing more damage. Freddy was so cross." said Chica leaning her head on top of Mike's. "I'm really glad you're here Mike. With both Chi and Cherry gone, the only other person I'm really close too is you, please promise me your not going anywhere."

Mike untangled his hand and wrapped it around her body "I promise Chica. I'm not going anywhere."

They sat there for a bit longer, just enjoying the moment and the closeness between them, as Mike's eyes slowly started to become heavy and he could no longer keep them open.

-Line Break-

Mike slowly felt his consciousness come around, but he didn't want to open his eyes. He was nice and warm and covered with something soft. He had his arms around something, it was big and furry, probably Bonnie or Blu or even Foxy at a push. He snuggled closer, rubbing his face against the fur and sighing with contentment.

"This is wonderful... like you." he muttered in his sleep, placing a small kiss on what he guessed was the animatronics chest.

"Why Mike! I'm not that kind of bear."

The deep oily voice made Mike's eyes pop open as he stared up at the leering face of Golden Freddy, who was puckering up his lips and making loud wet kissing noises. Mike screamed as he backed away and fell out of the bed backwards and rolled on the floor of Goldie's room.

"Goldie! What the fuck!" Mike snapped as he tried to get to his feet, struggling to get out of the blanket.

"I'm hurt Mike. Chica brought you here asleep while I was taking my afternoon nap. And because I need my beauty sleep I thought we could share the bed, but then you clearly had other ideas and started to snuggle in to me." said Goldie as he cupped his cheeks "Your such a naughty boy! I'm a taken bear you know! What would my Freddy say"

"I doubt he would believe you." said Mike as he threw the blanket at the animatronic bear. Mike yawned as he ran his hand threw his hair, stretching as he looked around Goldie's room, his eyes just glancing over a newspaper on Goldie's desk, that read, "Child Killer to be released".

"Thanks for letting me use your bed Goldie, but seriously, did you have to get in with me?"

"Hey I'm retired! If I can't sleep the day away, no one can." smirked Goldie as he looked Mike up and down "How you feeling kid? Better?"

"A bit... well no... I think I'm just feeling numb... does that make sense?"

"Course it does. I felt as if I was suffering from a virus and was in serious need of a defragment after we lost Springtrap."

Mike looked at the photographs on Goldie's desk and picked up the one of Springtrap and the Boy. Personally, he didn't like the look of the bunny prototype, but it wasn't fair really, since he didn't know anything about him.

"Say Goldie, what was Springtrap like? I mean I know what happened to him and that he was the prototype for..."

"Spring wasn't the prototype to nothing kid! McBear used Springtrap's design to build and design Bonnie but Spring was an animatronic in his own right, more like Bonnie's older brother." said Goldie as he got off of the bed and fixed the blanket.

"So, he was like Bonnie then, sensitive and serious?" Mike asked as looked at the picture again. The boy in the picture had short black hair, bright blue friendly eyes and the kind of smile that made you want to smile back. It was clear in the picture that the boy adored Springtrap.

"No... um... lets see... he was like Balloon Boy for his child like curiosity and love of stories, he was a bit sensitive but not as overly as Bonnie, but he and I both have the same temperament when it comes to someone messing with our loved ones."

"Overprotective and mean?" Mike gave a small side smile, but it quickly disappeared when the bear nodded.

"Back in the day, anyone so much as looked at my Honeybear or anyone looked at Spring's Thomas, they get the scare of a lifetime. Once we had to use a broom to knock one of the guys we scared off of the ceiling."

"So the kid's name is Thomas? Were he and Spring close like brothers or close like you and Freddy?"

"I don't know kid, Tom and Spring were very close like brothers, but if they ever did cross that line, then they never told anyone about it. The boy went in to a full blown depression after Spring died, he was never the same again." Goldie sighed as he looked up at his clock. "All of the other staff has gone home now, but you have a few hours before you need to go down to the security room. So you can catch a few more winks or go and have a shower."

"I might take you up on the shower idea. Say Goldie...since I have got time to kill, why don't I start fixing you up?"

"Huh? I don't need any fixing up."

"Seriously?"

"Alright, I might need a little fine tuning, but you must understand that I am vintage! I'm delicate"

"You're an old perverted bear that is falling apart and is in serious need of help" said Mike as he reached over for his toolbox. "Lets start with the fact that your leaking oil..."

"Did you hear something?" said Goldie as he backed away towards the door "Sounded like Mommy Bear calling me! Have to get fixed later BYE!"

The old bear was out of the room and running down the hall before Mike had finished getting out his tools. Mike ran over to the door and yelled down the hall after the bear.

"I'll get you sooner or later Goldie! And when I do, I'll get Freddy to sit on you until I'm finished!" Mike then sighed as he leant against the door frame "Though knowing you, you'd probably like that, kinky old bear."

-Line Break-

Mike sat back in the office chair, causal clicking away at the tablet, checking the cameras and watching the animatronics through them. BB and Net were building a pyramid with cards, Foxy and Mangle were in the cove doing god knows what, Chica had left the storage area and was in the kitchen, though she didn't seem all that happy about it. Fred was on the stage, looking over some music and learn a new song while his "parents" Freddy and Goldie had disappeared for some alone time.

"Now where have the bunnies got too?" Mike muttered as he continued to look though the cameras.

"Mike, Chica was wondering..."

Mike leapt in his seat which he then lost balance of and went flying to the floor with a loud thud. He groaned loudly as he struggled to get to his feet as he glared up at Bonnie, who looked worried as he held his hands to his face.

"Bonnie!" Mike groaned "What have said about knocking?"

"Sorry Mike... I forgot... are you ok?" Bonnie asked as he helped Mike to his feet and picked up his chair for him.

"Other than the odd bruise I think I will be ok." said Mike as he picked up the tablet.

"Well, yes, but that wasn't what I meant." said Bonnie as he placed his hand on Mike's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Are you ok?"

Mike gave a shrug and tried to smile, but it came out more of a grimace "I'm...numb. I think that's the best word for it Bonnie. I'm not really looking forward to going back to my apartment knowing Cherry's not there to welcome me back."

"Well, why don't you stay?"

"Huh?"

Bonnie suddenly became very excited, his ears wiggled back and forth and he waved his hands all over the place.

"We can clear out the room Fred was in, its not being used now, you can stay in Goldie's room till its finished. You practically live here now anyway and it would save you money as well and and and..."

"Whoa Bonnie stop! Calm down! I'm not moving in here, I have every intention of going home to my apartment." said Mike.

"Oh." said Bonnie sadly as he sunk into Mike's office chair, it groaning under his weight "But it's so lonely without you here Mike."

"How can that be? I mean you're so busy during the day, you don't need me about really and then you have your re-change time and..."

"You avenge about eleven to twelve hours at your home and the rest between your two shifts." said Bonnie looking at Mike with his large crimson eyes. "It is lonely without you."

Mike stood there gaping at Bonnie as his mind quickly did the math and he was shocked to discover that Bonnie was right and how much it didn't seem to bother him.

"But Bonnie... I have a life outside of the pizzeria... ok not much of one at the moment but still..."

Bonnie reached out and grabbed Mike, dragging him on to his lap and hugged him tightly in to his chest.

"If you stayed here Mike, I could take care of you, we all could. Chica will make sure you eat, I can make sure you don't get really sick again, you can teach BB all those things you want to teach him..."

"Bonnie..."

Mike moaned as he rested his head against Bonnie's shoulder. He hated to admit it, but Bonnie's offer was... tempting to say the least, but he enjoyed the fact that he had something beyond the pizzeria walls and he really didn't want to give that up.

"If you stayed here Mike..." Bonnie whispered seductively as he cupped Mike's groin and ran his nose along his neck "We'd get to do this all the time. Any time, night or day, as much as we want. Wouldn't you like that Mike? Don't you want us to make you feel good?"

Mike inhaled sharply as Bonnie rubbed his cock a little harder, the tightness of his jeans wasn't helping as his dick pressed against them as Bonnie slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He slid his large purple hand into his shirt and rolled Mike's nipple in between his fingers as he licked the shell of Mike's ear. Mike reached up and rubbed the lower part of Bonnie's ear, hearing the bunny gasp into his ear and let out a low moan. Mike thought back to Bonnie's blueprints and his wiring as he looked at Bonnie's neck.

"Hey Bonnie... can I try something?" Mike asked as he gingerly reached for Bonnie's neck joint. Bonnie gave a small nod and felt a shiver in his circlet board as Mike's finger's trailed over his wires. He moaned loudly as Mike pulled a very sensitive wire, the electric current going straight to his pelvis area. Mike's hands went down to his chest area and starting pulling and twisting wires, sending more electronic pluses though out his body, driving him wild.

"Mike! More! Feels good" Bonnie moaned, rubbing himself against Mike, the panel that was hiding his cock was itching to open. Both Mike and Bonnie were so into each other that they didn't notice Blu coming into the office dressed in his nurses outfit.

"Mike." he sang out seductively as he entered the office "Your nurse Blu is here to make you all better."

Mike and Bonnie looked at him like deer in headlights as Blu glared at Bonnie angrily.

"BONNIE!" Blu snapped as he stomped closer "I thought I made it very clear that I was the one that was going to cheer Mike up."

"Go away Blu! I'm in the middle of something." snapped Bonnie holding Mike tighter.

Blu snorted "Come off it Bonnie, you don't even have your equipment out, having performance issues?"

Bonnie snarled as he gripped Mike tighter "Get lost you cross dressing pain in the mother board."

"Jealous Bon? Your heard Mikey yourself when he said I was the prettiest here and we all know you couldn't possibly get into these costumes...they don't have anything in triple XL."

"BLU! That's out of line" snapped Mike as he jumped from Bonnie's lap. "Bonnie is big, but that's his design and he is still my favorite."

Bonnie stood up and pulled Mike back so he was behind him as he continued to glare at Blu, his crimson eyes ablaze.

"It's fine Mike, I can take Blu's fat comments at least father when he built me knew which gender he wanted unlike when he built Blu."

Blu screeched loudly and went to jump on Bonnie, but was grabbed by the ears by Foxy who had come up the hallway with Mangle.

"What be going on here boys?" Foxy asked as he placed Blu down on the ground and fixing him with a hard look.

"Hey Foxy, Mangle, what are you guys doing out of the cove?" Mike asked as he tried to fix his clothing.

"We be coming to get you lad. We can't go off on an adventure without our cabin boy." said Mangle with a smile that seemed quite predatory.

The temperature in the room dropped a couple of degrees as Bonnie and Blu shared a look and squared themselves off between the two foxes, blocking their way too Mike, their fight put on hold.

"We're in here with Mike at the moment Foxy" said Bonnie coolly "He'll come to the cove later...maybe."

"Oh? And who is going to stop me and my first mate from taking what is ours?" said Foxy were a leer as he raised his hook.

"This isn't your cove Fox." sneered Blu "and when Mike isn't in your cove, he's not part of your crew."

"Watch your words bunny, or do I have to teach you some manners?" Mangle asked as she drew her wooden sword from her belt.

Mike shook his head as he watched the four animatronics bicker it out. Cause it was quite obvious he didn't have an opinion or any choice in the matter at hand. No, to the victor goes the spoils and will get to be fucked by him or get to fuck him senseless or in the case of Foxy and Mangle most likely both.

"Um... excuse me... Mr. Mike?"

Mike looked over at the other door to see Fred standing there nervously holding his paw in his other paw and looking slightly in pain.

"What's up Fred? Something wrong with your paw?" asked Mike as he came over to the bear, ignoring the two bunnies and foxes who were fighting on the other side of the room.

"My paw keeps locking up, would you mind looking at it for me? I know your busy and stuff..." said Fred, his red cheeks slightly glowing in the dark.

"Hey, no problem. Actually, why don't we go to the stage and do it there, it would be a lot less noisier there and then we won't be disturbing these guys from their fight." said Mike as he picked up his tool box and quietly walked with Fred back to the stage area, ignoring the loud shouting that was now coming from the office.

He could only hope that it didn't come to wire or fur pulling, he was in no mood to be patching them up tonight. Fred sat down on the stage as Mike looked over his wrist joint.

"Looks like the main bolt has come loose and some of these wires could do with being replaced. Ten minute job at most, no biggie, it won't hurt I promise."

"Oh, I know you won't hurt me, Mr. Mike." said Fred his cheeks were starting to glow brightly.

"Hey, you don't have to be so formal with me Fred. Just Mike will do, we are all friends here, you can talk to me about anything ok?"

"Anything?" Fred asked as he watched Mike work on his wrist, his cheeks going brighter, he was worried the bulbs in them were going to blow if they got any hotter.

"Sure, I bet there is a load of stuff that you can't talk to Freddy and Goldie about right? Well, you can tell me, I won't talk."

"Well, there is something that is bothering me, since you gave me that wash."

The hairs on Mike's neck went up and he suddenly felt as he had jumped from the pan and in to the fire. He gave Fred his best smile as he quickly fixed the wires, sweat dripping down his back as he imagined several things that Fred was going to ask him about, things that would most likely end up with him stuffed in a suit.

"So, um, what was wrong with the wash? Didn't you like it?"

"Oh, it was wonderful, it was so nice to be clean after so long." said Fred as he rubbed his hands and feet together, looking so adorably cute, Mike was sure he was going to have cavities. "Its just when you washed my pelvis area..."

"Yeah...a bit sensitive down there isn't it? Sorry if I made you uncomfortable." said Mike hope to avoid any confusion.

"No, you didn't make me uncomfortable at all... I mean quite the opposite in fact... it left me feeling tingly, needy, but I don't know what for... and now when ever I think of you and that night... I feel that feeling again but also this great pressure pressing against my pelvis area from the inside. A bright warning light starts flashing inside saying I must release the pressure, but I don't know what its on about, do you?"

Mike felt his own face going red as he looked at Fred who was staring at him with big blue soulful eyes.

"Um...Fred...did you ever have the "talk" with your dads? You know about grown up stuff?"

"I'm parents talk to me all the time...but they never once mentioned this to me. I remember one time a panel down there opened up and Freddy and Goldie made a big fuss about it. Kept saying things like I was too young and stuff"

Mike buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly as he peeked at Fred in between his fingers. Did he really have to give Fred the "talk"? He really should be taking him to see the two older bears and demanding they tell him what is going on with his body. But then, Fred looked so embarrassed and awkward and he had come to Mike for answers because he didn't know what was going with his body and thought Mike did.

"Ok... um that thing inside of you, that is building pressure is something that all guys have, even human ones. The panel that you opened by accident was... wait was it in the front or back of your pelvis?" Mike asked, wanting to get his facts right before continuing.

"Front... I have one in the back too?"

"Yeah... its called the back passage, anyway, the one in your fount opens up and allows your manhood to come out..."

"Like this?" Fred asked, opening his legs so Mike could see his panel opening up.

"Yeah and... NO! WAIT! Shit!" Mike cursed as Fred's panel opened completely and his erected cock slid out.

"Is this normal?" Fred asked, looking at the odd appendage that was poking up at him.

"Well...they don't normally come that big..." Mike gasped as he looked at the large swollen cock, doubting that his hand could fit around the shaft. "Now, put it away before BB comes over and starts asking questions."

"I... I can't! It won't go back! Help me, Mr. Mike! It hurts." Fred pleaded as he started to panic as he tried to stuff his cock back into its small hole.

"Whoa, Fred calm down, it's ok, look it will sometimes go down on its own, but times like these you have to take it by the paw." Mike quickly explained as he tried to calm the bear down enough to deal with the problem.

"What do you mean?" Fred asked tearfully, his cock throbbing painfully.

"Ok, I'll help you out this one time, but Fred you must promise me you won't tell your parents about it! Otherwise they'll come after me and I don't think either of us will want what they will do to me." said Mike as he took hold of Fred's cock and genitle pulled it in his hand.

Fred let out a small whimper as Mike rolled his thumb over the large swollen head, rubbing in the liquid that was already dripping from the tip.

"Poor guy." thought Mike "He's been locked away for years and his parents still think of him as a cub so no one thought to teach him these things. Now he's having all these feelings and urges and he doesn't know what to do about it. Once we're finished here, I'll take him back stage to Freddy and tell him that they need to talk."

"Mike... what's happening to me? All my systems are flashing up and things are starting to spark" gasped Fred as he arched his hips in time with Mike's hand.

"As long as your cooling system doesn't over heat we'll be fine0" said Mike as he started to pump a little harder.

"Mike, I don't think its working, its getting harder and the pressure is building up even more." Fred cried out, oil spilling from his eyes as he gripped on to the stage.

"Keep your voice down Fred!" Mike hissed "Otherwise BB and Net will come over and see what we are doing and I don't think you want an audience. Lay down on the stage, if it would help you, I'm going to go a little harder."

Fred laid down on the stage as Mike leaned in a little closer, tugging as hard as he could on the bear's cock, his warm breath teasing his fur.

"All my warning lights are flashing, my pump can't take much more, what do I need to do?" Fred asked as he held on to Mike's shirt.

"Fred, you just need to let go, let it happen".

"Let what go? I don't understand"

"Fred! Trust me! Let go!"

Fred felt his body go limp as all the pressure left his body, his cooling system went to work cooling him off and his pump slowly went back to normal. He looked up unfocused as he watched Mike wipe his hand clean of fluids that had come from him. That had been the most amazing experience he had ever had, his body still felt wonderful as his CPU started to come back online. He felt his lose cock slowly slid back into his body and the panel clicked close as Mike helped him sit back up.

"How are you feeling Fred? Better?"

"Yes...that was...thrilling, my pump is only just getting back to normal."

"Well, glad I could help, but I think its best we go and find Freddy now and have a little chat with him."

"Must we? I would much rather you teach me everything."

"Yeah, but it wouldn't be right and I would rather you learnt from someone else otherwise it might look like I'm taking advantage of you. Plus like I said, I don't want to give your papa bear an excuse to stuff me into a suit, so lets go and talk to them ok?"

Mike escorted Fred to Goldie's room, the smaller bear dragging his feet, and politely waited for Freddy to open the door rather than walk in, Freddy looking concerned when he saw Fred.

"Junior? Is something wrong? Mike, what's going on?" Freddy asked as Goldie peeked over his shoulder.

"Fred has some questions he needs answering Freddy. I think he's grown up enough now to know everything about his body..." said Mike feeling really embarrassed on Fred's behalf. "And I think it would be better coming from you than from me.".

"I see...yes, I think your right Mike." said Freddy sadly "My little bear is all grown up and needs to know things. Come on in Junior, we have a lot to talk about and it's going to be uncomfortable for all of us. Mike, do you want to sit in? It might help."

"I don't think it would be a good idea. Besides, I better go and check on the others. Foxy and Mangle were having a bit of a tiff with Bonnie and Blu earlier, so I want to go and check that nothing has been broken."

It turns out after finding that Mike had ditched them, the foxes and the bunnies went their separate ways and were not talking to one another because of it and it wasn't until Mike threatened not to come back for a couple of days did they agree to make up. As six a clock rolled up, a small dread filled Mike's belly at the thought of going home to an empty apartment, but he knew he couldn't stay here in the pizzeria. He said goodbye to everyone and quickly spoke to Freddy about sorting out a schedule for him and the others to keep too, he made his way slowly back home. It was really only a short walk but it felt like an eternity had passed by the time he had gotten there and made his way up the steps to his door. His new door looked ominous to him and his keys felt like a lead weight. He knew when he opened the door there will be no one to talk to, there would be no happy cupcake waiting on his table, it would be just him.

"Come on Mike" he muttered to himself as he put his key in to his lock "You can do this. Its going to be alright."

-Line Break-

The next few days were hard on Mike, the apartment was too quiet and he found he was talking to himself instead at Cherry, but he didn't want to go to the pizzeria and get smothered by the animatronics. After another fight had broken out between the Blu and Foxy, Freddy made a schedule that everyone had agreed on, and handed it to Mike. He would service two of them a day and on Sunday he could have his pick. The only time that the schedule could be broken was because of an emergency. So when he was not at the pizzeria, he spent time with his landlord, Mr. McBear, learning about their designs and how to make design his own much larger animatronic. He thought about a lion or leopard at first, but then thought that such an animatronic wouldn't blend in with the others, so he went back to the drawing board. Eventually he decided for his first project he would make an animatronic about Balloon boys size and it would be either another bear or bunny. That way it can travel with him to both home and the pizzeria. Looking up at the clock he quickly put away his designs and got ready to go to work. It was Sunday, which meant he had a pretty easy day as long as the animatronics behaved themselves. He was slowly walking down the street when he noticed a car was following him. This was a poor area, so an urban car like a Ford Flex stood out, even more so with its shiny black paint job and glistening rims. Mike admired the car for a while, but then continued to walk, thinking the driver must have obviously had gotten lost, but after a few minutes that clearly wasn't the case.

"This is crazy." Mike muttered to himself as he ran towards the pizzeria, the car only a few feet behind him having to stop because of the traffic lights.

Once he was in the building, Mike panted for breath as he looked out the window to see the car pull into the pizzeria car park.

"Mike? Is everything ok?" Balloon Boy asked as he gave a small boy a blue balloon.

"BB, go and get Freddy for me and then go and stand with Net until I say it's clear to come out." ordered Mike as he continued to watch the car.

BB ran off as a tall, broad man with dark hair gelled back and even darker glasses climbed out of the car, his expensive three piece suit and smart shoes looking completely out of place in a kiddies pizzeria car park. He was talking away on his mobile as he casually walked up to the pizzeria doors as the manager and Freddy came up to Mike.

"Mike, BB said there was trouble, what's going on?" Freddy asked as he looked at him.

"This guy that's about to come in has just followed me all the way from my apartment. He's... just too out of place to be here, you know what I mean? He's giving me a bad vibe." said Mike as the manager went around him to greet the man at the door.

"Mr. McBear! What an honor!" said the manger holding out his hand for the other man to shake.

"David. I see the inspector was right, you really have kept the place in good shape, well done." said the dark hair man who couldn't sound less happy if he tried.

He took off his glasses and placed them in his breast pocket, his cold blue eyes fell on Mike and Freddy. Freddy gripped Mike's arm tightly as a low growl came from his throat.

"Freddy, always good to see you, I see you and the family are well, but I guess that is down to you isn't Mr Schmidt? You have been very...helpful."

"Thanks? But can I ask who you are? Cause you're not the Mr. McBear I know." said Mike as he felt Freddy shaking beside him and the other animatronics were standing as far away as they could.

The man in the dark suit gave a cruel laugh as he smiled. "I see my father and his...creations haven't told you everything. My name is Thomas McBear and I am the CEO of Frazbear Entertainment and your boss also."

-Line Break-

Once the CEO said he wanted a private space, the manager immediately offered up his office for his use; Thomas McBear thanked him and told Mike to follow him. Freddy went to follow them, but Thomas held his hand up to stop him, his face was smiling but his tone was colder than the pizzeria's freezer.

"I'm sorry Freddy, but I want a private word with Mr Schmidt without you or any of the others. When my father does turn up, please send him to the office along with Goldie. We have some business to talk about."

Freddy clenched his paws tightly as Fred tried to pull Mike away. Mike could tell the smaller bear was upset and quite shaken as well.

"Fred, calm down, it's just a meeting." he whispered so that the man couldn't hear him.

"No, Mike, you don't understand." said Fred "That's him, that's the voice I heard that night before I got sabotaged."

"But that doesn't make any sense. Why would he want to hurt you guys when he's Mr McBear's son?" said Mike in confusion as he glanced at the CEO.

"I don't know, but I don't think you should be alone with him. He's dangerous."

"I'll be fine Fred. I'm just going to hear what he has to say to me and his old man, then I'll let Goldie have him." said Mike as he patted Fred on the head as the CEO came over to them.

"Let's go Mr Schmidt. I'd like to talk to you before my father or Goldie get here." said Thomas, grinning slightly as he watched Fred cower away from him. Mike bit his lip as he followed the man down the corridor to the office. He closed the door behind Mike and quickly took the manager's seat.

"I must say Mr Schmidt, when I pictured the animatronics Savior, it certainly wasn't you." said Tom with a laugh as he rested his arms on the desk.

"And when I imagined Mr McBear's son. I thought of a really nice guy that loved animatronics with all his heart, not a twisted guy who would do anything, including murder, to get rid of them and me." sneered Mike as he leaned back in his chair.

"If your referring to the bite, I had nothing..."

"I'm referring to the arse hole you more then likely paid off to break in to my apartment and then he murdered Cherry." snapped Mike as he slammed his fist down on the table.

Thomas looked slightly confused but Mike could also see the guilt that was there in his eyes.

"I'm really sorry Mr Schmidt, but I don't know who you are on about?"

"Cherry! My cupcake animatronic. She was my best friend and room mate. She was looking after my place when your crony broke in."

"My father mentioned to me that you had been broken in too but he didn't say that your "friend" had been destroyed as well. You have my sympathy, I know full well what it is like to lose an animatronic friend."

"Yeah, I've seen the picture of you and Spring..."

"DON'T YOU DARE MENTION HIS NAME!" Thomas shouted, his blue eyes suddenly bursting with light as he stood up and towered over Mike. Mike looked up in shock at the man, who coughed loudly in embarrassment as he retook his seat. "I apologise for my outburst, you would think after so long...it would hurt less."

"Yeah... Goldie told me that you guys were close... like brothers he said..." said Mike feeling a little uncomfortable talking about something that clearly was a trigger for his man's mood swings.

"Brothers... yes, I guess we were close enough to be that. Since we're still waiting for the rest of our party why don't I tell you a little story? Did my father ever tell you that I designed... that animatronic? I was so thrilled when My father started building him. When he came online, he used to follow me around like a little lost puppy, even once tried to follow me to school. Then... that night... after we discovered the children's bodies..."

-FLASHBACK-

It had been only this morning when Freddy had called the manager to complain about the terrible smell that was coming from the locked supply room. Now it was late evening and the pizzeria had been boarded up with boards and police tape was everywhere. It was all over the news that five children's bodies had been found horrible mangled inside of the spare suits of the famous Frazbear animatronics with the killer already in custody. Tom walked slowly down to Springtrap's room in the dark, but that was alright, he could find anything in this place, even in the dark. He was at college doing a business course so that he could take over the business when Fraz wanted to retire, though that might be sooner rather than later considering how badly the press were taking these murders. Goldie and his father were sitting in the office talking about what was going to happen next, while Freddy, Bonnie and Chica were cleaning up as best they could. He knocked on the door and entered into the dark room before switching on the light. Springtrap was sitting in the corner, hugging his blanket and storybook for comfort, only lifting his head slightly when Thomas came in.

"Tom!" he cried out as he got to his feet and quickly ran over to the boy wrapping his arms around him tightly, his head barely reaching his shoulder now. "They're closing us down! What are we going to do?"

"Hey Spring, that hasn't been decided yet, they may let us open in a few days, once the media on this story has calmed down" said Tom hugging Spring back.

Spring's coat was the color of mustard and his eyes the color of evergreen and he wore a black bow tie like Goldie. It was his and Goldie's job to escort children around the pizzeria.

"Is Goldie alright?" Springtrap asked as he pulled Tom over to his corner and made him sit on the floor.

"Yeah, once dad got his suit back on his endoskeleton, Goldie was fine, but he has no memory of what happened."

"But they got the bad guy right? It was that creepy cleaner with the weird taste in clothes."

"Just because he mainly wears purple doesn't make him evil." said Tom rolling his eyes and wrapping his arm around Spring's shoulders. "So, you and the others are going to be fine."

"But what about his creepy brother... what about him? He never talks to us and has that funny twitch."

"Spring, the police have spoken to him all day and the poor guy knew nothing about it and there is no evidence to prove otherwise."

"Can't you stay here with me Tom? I'm scared!" said Springtrap as he curled up closer to Tom, his muzzle brushing against his neck.

"I can't Spring, I've got a bit more studying to do and a lecture in the morning, tell you what though I'll pop in just before I go to collage to make sure you had a good night, how about that?"

"Only if you tell me a story first!" said Spring holding up his story book. Tom sighed dramatically but knew it was coming and had no real problem with it.

"Ok, what shall we have tonight? Jack and the beanstalk or Cinderella?"

"Jack! Jack!" said Spring excitedly as he watched Tom open the book to the right page.

Tom read the story aloud as Spring listened leaning against his shoulder. Once it ended Tom got up and stretched.

"Man, I'm tired, I'll see if dad is finished and I'll see you tomorrow ok Spring?" said Tom as he looked back at the golden bunny who was looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Tom, are you sure you can't stay? I'm scared." said Spring as he rushed in to Tom's chest and hugged him tightly. Tom hugged him back and kissed his cheek.

"I promise Spring, nothing is going to happen to you here, just go into sleep mode and it will be morning before you know it."

"I love you Tom." said Spring as he pressed his mouth against Tom's.

Tom gave a muffled cry, but didn't pull back, instead he deepened it, his tongue teasing Spring's.

"Love ya too Spring. Hey, maybe with the store shut for a while, you and me can have some alone time, wouldn't that be great?"

"You mean like Freddy and Goldie do? That would be wonderful." smiled Spring, his ears flopping backwards and forwards. Tom's cheeks went red, knowing full well what the bears got up to when they thought they were alone and he wasn't quite ready for that yet.

"Well, we'll see ok? I'll see you in the morning Spring." said Tom as he kissed Spring good bye and went to find his dad. Spring sat down in the spare room and went in to sleep mode still holding his book and blanket.

Tom hated early mornings and he would have much rather stayed in bed, but he had promised Springtrap that he would visit him, so he did, anything for his favorite animatronic. He snuck in quietly, not wanting to wake up the others and went down to Spring's room. Had he left the door open? He walked in and turned on the light.

"Hey Sprin..."

There was a large red puddle on the floor surrounding Springtrap, who was twitching in a weird way despite being in sleep mode. His jaw was hanging all wrong and some wires were hanging out and sparking for some reason. Also, Spring looked as if he had put on several pounds over night, his body looking bulky and bulgy. And he had something that looked like intestines hanging out from his chest area. Tom felt sick at the sight of his animatronic in such a state as sweat started to pour down his body as he stepped closer.

"Spring... Spring its me, Tom, you need to wake up now. Spring! Answer me!"

Tom knelt as close as he could, trying to get near enough to shake the animatronic awake, without getting whatever the red stuff was on him. Spring's body jerked around to him and Tom could see the face of the security guard looking at him from inside Springtrap's mouth, his face a distraught mess of flesh. Tom fell backwards screaming loudly, his legs were unable to move as Springtrap's body continued to twitch violently. He could only sit there and watch as the other animatronics came running down the hall to find out what had happened.

"What do you mean you're not repairing him? You have to repair him, its Springtrap! You know Goldie's best friend? MY best friend? Why won't you repair him?" Tom yelled at his father, who was sitting in his workshop chair, with Springtrap's body laying on his work bench.

"Don't you think that its wrong to reawaken him Tom?" his father asked looking down hearted. "That was a horrible way to go and..."

"Goldie didn't remember being out cold when that guy stole his suit. Maybe Spring wouldn't remember that guy trying to hide inside of his body?"

"Son, please don't make this harder than it already is, Spring is gone... and so is the pizzeria. We're going to have to find a new location for everyone. We'll bury Spring here... its only right..."

"Bury? HE NOT DEAD! You just won't turn him back on! He's still Springtrap! My Springtrap. Turn him back on and he'll prove it to you!"

"Son...please...understand..."

"I don't! How can you forsake him? And not Goldie? You worked for ages on Goldie when you thought you almost lost him and bought him back. Why! Why should your animatronics be allowed to keep walking about and mine not?"

"Tom listen to yourself, you're not making sense, this is not about who's animatronics belong to who. This is about doing the right thing by Springtrap."

"The right thing to do by Springtrap is to wake him up or kill the rest of them so they can be buried with him so he's not alone." Tom snapped angrily, his father getting up and striking him against his cheek, sending him backwards in pain.

He glared at his father with such a deep boiling hatred and ran out of the pizzeria as fast as he could.

-End of Flashbacks-

"Its was shortly after that, that I became the CEO of Frazbear Entertainment with Fraz still on staff to help me out." said Thomas leaning back in the manger's chair as Mike leant against the desk, listening to his every word. "Dad and Fraz wanted more restaurants to have the animatronics but I refused. Bad enough that they were all still here and dad had made more."

"So that's it? This was all over Springtrap? The bite of 87 and the death of Cherry was all over Mr. McBear not letting you reactivate Springtrap?"

"Those deaths were not what I wanted. I only wanted to close this place down and have the animatronics destroyed and now at least I will get part of my wish..."

"And what do you mean by that son?" asked Mr McBear as he entered in with Goldie by his side. Both Mike and Tom stood up to greet the old man, Mike allowing him to take his seat as he stood beside him with Goldie on his other side. The older McBear and his son both glared openly at each other, their feud had been building up to this, there was no backing down now.

"Father, did you know that when you signed the agreement for this place, that there was a special clause placed in your renewed contract?" Tom asked sweetly as he pulled out a large sheet of paper and placed them down in front of them, pointing to said clause. "That there will always be ten working animatronics in the pizzeria. No matter what. Failure to do so, will result in the pizzeria AND the remaining animatronics going into the control of the CEO."

"There are ten here! With me included." said Goldie in annoyance.

"No, there isn't Goldie, as you as officially retired. So can anyone tell me where Toy Chica is?" Tom smirked.

"We're looking into it as we speak. We have a good lead."

"Not good enough, I'm afraid. You have had more than enough time to find her. " Said Tom as he got to his feet. "So this is your official week's notice. Find her and bring her back or build a new animatronic to replace her."

"You know better than anyone Tom that it takes more than a week to build just the endoskeleton, let alone a whole animatronic." snapped Mr McBear "And why are you acting on this clause now? Have you truly become that despite that you would sink so low?"

"I'm not the one that started this old man" Tom snapped coolly "You did when you buried Springtrap in that rubble."

"And you think Springtrap would be happy knowing you were the one chucking us out of our home?" growled Goldie, his fists clenched.

"Well, since he's not here, we can't ask him, can we? Now if you'll excuse me, I have a board meeting to get to and a bulldozer to hire." said Tom as he pushed past Mike and stormed out of the office, Goldie slamming the door behind him.

"That miserable little shit! He's gone too far this time!"

"It's worse than last time Goldie as he is well within his rights to do it. " Mr McBear sighed as he looked at his contract "He must have gone through it when he couldn't have thought up another plan to get rid of you all. Have you really got a lead on Chi?"

"Sadly, no, it's not strong enough for us to go on, sorry."

"Mike, what do you think about all this?" the older man asked as he looked up at Mike from his seat. Mike was rubbing his chin and looked very thoughtful.

"Mr McBear... was Springtrap ever officially retired like Goldie? Or was he just decommissioned?"

"He's simply dead Mike. Why do you ask?"

"Well, we don't know where Chi is right? And if we start poking around the manager might get stressed and move her in any case or worse destroy her, if he hasn't already. Spring wasn't retired and you said you fixed him up as best you could..."

"NO WAY IN HELL BOY!" Goldie roared, his face looking quite terrifying.

"Mike... you can't be suggesting..." said Mr McBear shakily.

"Look, we don't have much of a choice!" snapped Mike "Chi is missing and we don't know where. It will take too long to build an animatronic, and there is a almost perfect one beneath the old building. We can use the week to fix him up and besides, if we do reunite Tom and Springtrap, Tom might just leave everyone else alone."

The old man sighed sadly "It's against my better judgment, but the final choice is down to you Goldie... its your call."

Goldie's body shook with anger, his fur flaring all over the place as he growled, his eyes dark and glowing. "Fine. But if this goes wrong boy, it will be you who will be the new animatronic here, not Spring."

-Line Break-

The next day, Mike and Jeremy went in Mr McBear's old pick\up truck to the old location on the other side of town. It had been abandoned for years, that nature had reclaimed most of it while the rest fell to teenagers and other deviants. Mr McBear sat in the Pizzeria with Goldie in a booth near the back waiting for Mike to call to say he was on his way back with Spring's body.

"I don't like this! Not one bit! Bonnie isn't taking this very well. He hardly recharged last night or this morning."

"And by how tired you sound Goldie, I guess you didn't either, I can't say I slept at all either, but what is done is done. Tom has forced this issue and if returning Spring back to him will finally end this silly feud then I'm all for it. I'm old Goldie... and I want some reassurance that you're all going to be alright when I'm gone"

Goldie didn't have a chance to reply when McBear's phone started to ring. The old man and bear looked at each other with concern, it was far too early for them to be making their way back, something most have happened. McBear pressed the green button and held it to his ear.

"Hello?"

The line wasn't very good but you could still hear the screams and the screeching of something none human.

"FUCK!...You...ing DEAD! SHIT! Its just tried to bite me! Its going too kill us!" shouted Jeremy down the phone.

"Jeremy calm down. What is trying to kill you?" Mr McBear asked, Goldie leaning across the table to hear.

"Mike took its picture! You're not going to believe...AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

The line went dead and all the old man could do was look at Goldie for answers, only for the golden bear to shrug. Then his phone pinged with a picture message from Mike. The old man muttered a curse under his breath as he tried to work out how to look at it.

"You need to go into the gallery and then click on it." said Goldie, now sitting on the table so he could see the picture as well.

"I know! I was just checking that you hadn't gone senile." said Mr McBear as he clicked on the picture.

It took a moment for the image to sink in, but as it did a horrible dread swept over the old man and his bear companion. It looked like something that had escaped from someone's nightmare. It was so broken and torn up that it simply couldn't be who they thought it was but they knew those green eyes from anywhere.

"Springtrap."

To Be continued...

Chapter Ten: Fix Me and I Will Fix You