Fix Me and I Will Fix You
By End of Grace
Chapter 10: Fix Me and I Will Fix You
A/N: Hi Everyone and thank you for all your wonderful reviews and Kudos/Favs. A Really Big Thank you to Speedox12 for Beta reading again for me despite her work load, make sure to give her some thanks too.
B/N: Hey guys, sorry for the long wait; I'm kinda to blame for this one, had a bottle-neck on work load. But trust me, it was defiantly worth your wait. As usual, another good long chapter from everyone's favorite author. I think you guys are gonna like this one. ;)
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Mike and Jeremy sat in the booth, both scratched up and bruised but still alive and breathing, which could also be said of the animatronic that they had been sent to pick up. Goldie was sitting next to Mr McBear, who was sitting opposite the boys and was breathing hard and shaking.
"I don't understand it. He was dead. I turned him off myself. We BURIED him!" the old man wept as he continued to look at the photo that Mike had sent him from the old restaurant.
It hardly looked like the poor bunny that he had buried all those years ago. He was so broken up and mangled, his body was in a mess and ripped apart, his eyes looked empty and cold. Not at all like the kind and friendly Bunny that he was.
"Well, he certainly wasn't dead when he saw me and Mike." complained Jeremy as he looked over his ripped uniform. "He went crazy and chased after us, he was going to kill us for sure, it was so weird too it was like he could move faster then us, where ever we went he was practically there already."
"That's not surprising. Spring already knew every inch of that place before he... well... you know... he knew which air vents went where and were connected to what rooms. Didn't help that he was really fast anyway."
"What I don't get is if the CEO wanted that animatronic so bad, why didn't he go and get him himself?" asked Jeremy
"My son is a businessman Jeremy, not an engineer. Even if he had dug up Springtrap, he would not have been able to turn him on or fix him if anything went wrong. Also, shortly after Springtrap was buried, my son became the CEO; he didn't have time to do anything about Springtrap... except concentrate on his hatred of the other animatronics."
"Mr. McBear... you said that you fixed Springtrap before that incident right? So, why is he all broken up now?" Mike asked, looking at the photo of Springtrap.
He felt awful. He had never seen an animatronic in such a state and knowing how much Spring had already gone though, tugged at his heart.
"He's been alone for years, with no maintenance and not heat, plus if he got wet due to rain and moisture, can explain some of the damage..." said Mr McBear sadly.
"The rest I'm betting is kids, teenagers more likely if we go by the graffiti that we found. If they broke into that place and Springtrap attacked them, it's more than likely that they took their own swings at him. Most teenagers these days go around arms with either baseball bats or knives, when they go to those sorts of places, they say it's for their own protection, but it's because they want to look tough." said Jeremy thoughtfully as Emily came over with their drinks and garlic bread sticks.
"I take it didn't go so well." she said as she handed them their order.
"Nah, got our butts handed to us by a zombie bunny, kind of embarrassing." said Jeremy, who quickly ducked his head when he heard Goldie growl at him.
"How's it going with you Emily? Did you find anything out?" Mike asked.
Before leaving to pick up Springtrap this morning, Mike had taken Emily aside and asked for her help, in digging up more information about Chi from the other kitchen staff.
"Not really, sorry. The only thing I found out was that the exit door is usually locked through out the day except when one of the kitchen staff has to take the bins out at the end of the evening. According to Mario the fry chef, Ed was the one of bin duty that evening and he must have left the door unlocked, which was very unlike him."
"Well anyone can make mistakes." said Mike "Did you get a chance to go to the police station?"
"I did, on my break... it was really odd though. I asked to speak to someone about the case like you told me too, I gave them the date and everything, but they told me that nothing was reported. They have nothing on file about a missing animatronic."
"What? That's crazy." said Mike, who looked over at Goldie, who looked just as concerned.
"Are you telling me the reason the cops stopped looking is because the file went missing?" Goldie grumbled angrily.
"With all the other crimes like murder, theft and lost people, looking for a missing animatronic wouldn't be high on their to do list, then the file most likely simply got misplaced." said Jeremy again quickly looking away as Goldie glared at him.
"So, we really have no choice then, it has to be Springtrap." said Mr McBear "I had hoped we could find Chi but if the police have given up..."
"We may still find her, sir." said Mike "But we really need to concentrate on the problem at hand. If we don't have another animatronic by the end of the week, your son is going to close this place down and between our two flats, Mr. McBear, there still won't be enough room for all eleven of them."
"It won't come to that... I hope... but right now we need to discuss what to do about Springtrap. There is no way you'll be able to get up close enough to him to switch off his free roaming switch. You will need to win him over and quickly. Now let me think..." said Mr. McBear as he tapped the side of his glass.
Mike and Jeremy sighed as they leaned back in their seats, both worn out by their run. Mike felt someone tugging on his shirt and looked down to see Balloon Boy holding a long balloon that he had tied into various knots.
"Mike, I know you're busy... but I can't remember how to do a dog... can you show me?" asked BB looking up at Mike with puppy dog eyes.
Mike smiled "Sure big guy, it's yours and Net's day anyway right? Call me over when you guys have got a plan."
Mike walked off with BB to another part of the pizzeria and started to show him how to make a balloon dog. Mr. McBear smiled happily as he watched Mike with Balloon Boy, feeling grateful to fate, god or who ever, that bought the young man to his apartment building.
"It's nice that BB has someone to look up too and go to for help isn't it?" he said to Goldie who was also watching them.
"Yeah. Considering the only one close to him in age is Toy Bonnie and we all know how upset he was when he found out he wasn't the baby of the group anymore."
Mr McBear laughed "Yes, quite the epic tantrum, I recall. Lost a couple of chairs didn't we?"
"And a window. That's when Freddy stepped in and scolded him. Bonnie's a good big brother, but he's too soft. Maybe with Springtrap being back, he can set a better example to the blue terror."
"If he wants to come back, that is, he might rather retire with you, especially after all he has been through."
"Well, let me know if you need any more help, I better get my arse back to work in the security office. Later." said Jeremy as he picked up his drink and went to the backstage, leaving Mr McBear and Goldie to think.
"Security... security... wait a second... the security room. None of you were allowed to go in there correct?" asked Mr McBear to Goldie.
"No, we weren't, you made it part of our programming before you reprogrammed us before bringing us here."
"And if my memory serves me right, the security room was... right at the back near the exit. Mike can enter from there and get into the security room where Spring can't get him. He can try talking to him through the open door space."
"Might be a good idea to read him a story, you know how Spring loved stories and he loved to draw. Also, he could use his phone on loud speaker so Spring could hear our voices."
"Might also help if Mike was in a manager's shirt as well, I think I still have mine somewhere, Springtrap will be a bit more respectful if he thought that Mike was a manager."
"The old building doesn't have power anymore. So if the kid wants to check the cameras there, he's going to need a portable generator and something warm for the night as well."
Mr McBear and Goldie started writing a list of things that Mike would need for his time at the old building while Mike played with BB.
"...and then with this last twist you have a pair of ears and there you have it, one balloon doggie!" said Mike, showing the balloon animal to the small animatronic.
"Want to give it a try?"
Balloon Boy took his balloon and started to twist it into shape. When he got stuck, Mike would only give him a hint on what to do, allowing the small animatronic to work it out himself, after a few goes BB handed him a red balloon dog.
"That's great buddy! Really amazing! I bet the kids will love it." Praised Mike as he rubbed BB's head.
BB beamed happily as he went to show the others what he could now do. It wasn't quite lunch time yet, so it was still quite with only a few kids around, so Mike went over to Net's box and turned the crank. The large marionette jumped out of its box and smiled widely down at him.
"Hello Mike." he said in his soft whispery voice "Are you here to give me a check up?"
"If you don't mind Net. I might not get a chance later because of having to go back and win over Springtrap."
Net smiled sadly "I heard what has happened to my old friend. I truly hope you can help him Mike. Springtrap is a really nice animatronic, and has been apart of our family for a long while."
"I'll do what I can. Though I'm not sure how I am going to get him to trust me enough to let me fix him."
"I'm sure you will find a way, you won over all of us with your kindness, you will surely reach Springtrap as well."
Mike checked Net's box and crank, oiling the joints and tightening screws, before checking over Net himself. Seeing one of Net's button's was coming loose, Mike quickly got the small sewing kit he now kept in his tool box and started to fix the problem. While he was sewing, he felt one of Net's tentacles slide into the front of his pants. He glared up at the marionette, how gave him a seductive smile as he slid in another, this one caressing his butt cheeks.
"Net." Mike hissed "Behave! For god sake, we're on the shop floor, everyone can see us."
"Indeed" Net purred, his tentacle rubbing Mike's gowning erection "And it is turning you on quite fiercely isn't it? And since it is my day to be with you, I think I am entitled to a full checkup don't you agree?"
"If I give you one, will you just wait until we're out the back to start? Cause there is NO WAY I'm doing it out here!" Mike snapped as he pulled away from Net, his tentacles sliding out of his pants.
"Very well."
Mike thought Net was going to call one of the other larger animatronics to come and take his box back stage, but instead he watched in horror as the puppet climbed out of his box, two long legs with white strips on his thighs as Net towered over him, his smile wide as his eyes almost narrowed to slits.
"Come with me Michael, I think it might be best if I gave you a check up as well as a wash and a lot more." said Net as he took Mike's hand and led him towards the backstage area to use the employee's bathroom.
Fred, who had been watching Mike intently since he came in, saw him go off with the marionette backstage, and quickly left the stage to follow them. Mr McBear, who had seen Mike go off with Net and Fred running off after them.
"Why has Fred gone after Mike and Net for?" he asked Goldie.
"To get an education." Goldie muttered darkly.
"What?"
"Only the theory of it of course..." said Goldie out loud before muttering to himself "If Mike makes him go onto the practical, Mike will soon be without his equipment."
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Fred walked silently down the corridor until he got to the employee's bathroom. He could hear Mike's panting breath and the soft tone of Net's voice, but could not make out the words. He gently turned the knob and opened the door a crack to peek inside, his blue eyes widening in surprise as he watched. Net was holding Mike under the shower, his tentacles washing every inch of the man in front of him in thick soapy bubbles, as Mike was leaning against the wall with his arms out in front. Net then pushed one of his soapy tentacles into Mike's rear causing the man to cry out and shudder at the invasion. It slowly pulled in and out of Mike, twisting this way and that before another joined in as did another.
"Net! No more! I'm full!" Mike moaned as he felt the tentacles brush against his prostate, making his cheeks flush brightly as the lukewarm water fell over him.
Net leaned in closer, his mask now pressed against Mike's ear as he raised a tentacle to Mike's mouth. "I will tell you when you are full Michael. Now open wide." said Net as he licked and sucked on Mike's ear.
Mike pressed his lips together tightly as Net's tentacle pressed against his mouth, trying to force its way in and leaving a wet slimy trail across his lips. Net pushed another tentacle into Mike's butt and another two wrapped themselves around Mike's erection, one around his ball sac and the other pulling back the foreskin and teasing the urethral opening. Mike was struggling against Net now trying hard not to open his mouth, but the wonderful but odd sensations going on in his body were making him want to moan out loud. Tired of Mike refusing to open, Net reach around with his hands and twisted Mike's nipples...hard. Mike barely got a yell out before Net's tentacles pushed their way in to his mouth. Net sighed with contentment as he felt Mike's warm saliva drip down his tentacle. He poked and gently teased Mike's nipples as an apology, slowly pushing him against the tile wall, so Mike could steady himself against his thrusts. He loved the smooth, salty skin, like how it turned different colors when he sucked it, nipped it and smacked it. Mike was fully stretched and ready for him, the soap acting a lube, as his own hard member appeared from its hiding place. He lined it up with Mike's entrance and pulled Mike's hair so the man would lean back slightly.
"Best relax yourself, I'm going in and I do not wish to hurt you."
Mike nodded and tried to relax and loosen his muscles, but counting in his head. Net pushed the large head of his striped cock in to Mike, causing the man to bite down on his tentacles as he cried out, filling even more open than before. Net was surprised how he enjoyed the sharp pain, almost making him cum to early.
"I'm not going to fill your belly today Mike, you have too much work to do for that, but I am sure you wouldn't mind offering me release?"
Mike nodded, sucking the tentacles in his mouth, their sticky substance sliding down his throat. Fred leaned against the door, trying hard to ignore the throbbing in his pelvis area, trying to get a better view of what Net was doing to Mike. The door creaked and Fred gave a small squeak when Net sent him a deep and meaningful glare, that made him turn and run back towards the stage. The gang weren't on the stage at the moment and papa bear was over with the Creator, so he had it all to himself. The warning light about the pressure levels had gone off and he no longer felt the need to open his private panel as he did when he was watching Mike and Net. He didn't think Mike would be a sub partner, but then again papa bear had said the one with the biggest cock was on top, and both he and Net were a lot larger than Mike was. Last night's conversation with his parents had been something he wished he could rub from his memory banks, but he couldn't because he needed to know and understand what was going on with his body. Freddy explained things as best he could while Papa bear gave crude suggestions and even offered to demonstrate them with Freddy so he would understand better. After Freddy almost pulled his ears off, Goldie took him to the side and gave him a couple of magazines that he said would help, but they only really confused him. He didn't want to approach Mike and make a fool out of himself, though he was sure Mike wouldn't laugh at him if he asked him for pointers and directions. Maybe he should just pin Mike down and let his instincts take over, that sounded like the best idea as he lifted up his top hat and pulled out his papa's magazine and sat down on the stage to read it. It would be his turn for maintenance in a few days, so he had time to study.
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Mike sat looking at the old building with Mr McBear from his car. He felt a little stupid and he smelt of moth balls in Mr. McBear's old manger top that had the old Frazbear logo on it. With the sun about to set and the sky turning red and dark, it gave the decaying building a more ominous look to it and second thoughts started to whirl around Mike's head before he shook them away.
"You remember the plan Mike?" asked Mr McBear as he looked over at him.
"I go around the back to get in and get myself into the security room. Providing that the machines haven't been damaged or tampered with, I use the generator to power them and the cameras around the place to follow Springtrap and monitor what he does. When he comes up to the security room, I'll try talking to him as well as see how badly damaged he is. Once it seems like I've got his trust, I'll call you or Goldie to talk to him and see what happens."
"That's right. I will be staying in the pizzeria tonight covering your shift and waiting by the phone. It's so important that you win his trust first Mike, Springtrap didn't trust easily when he was functioning on all his sparkplugs let alone what he will be like now."
Mike nodded and he got out the car, his backpack on his shoulder, with his tool case and generator in his hands as Mr. McBear made his way back to the pizzeria. He slowly made his way though the overgrown bushes and stinging nettles before he reached the back door and was quite happy to see that it was still locked with a very large chain and padlock. He pulled out the key that Mr. McBear had given him and undid the chain as quietly as he could. Although the security room was only a few feet down the hall, if he made too much noise Springtrap would come to investigate and stop him from coming in. He pulled the door inch by inch before giving it a hard tug to make a gap big enough for him to squeeze into. He got in and shut the door, the glass skylight was letting in just enough light for Mike to see what he was doing. He walked as quietly but as quickly as he could to the office, which was the first door on the right if Mr McBear remembered correctly. There was no door on the room and there were boxes of junk in there as well. There were various children's pictures on the walls and what looked like the remains of the cheap teddy bears that you could win out of the arcade game on the desk. There was a large monitor that Mike knew he had to use for the cameras, but first he had to plug the generator in to get the monitor and the lights working. The desk was filthy, but it would have to do. There were cobwebs and mold everywhere. In front of the desk was a large glass window that showed the corridor around the corner, so it Springtrap does appear, he should see him coming. Mike knelt down and connected the generator to the power supply, and watched as the lights flickered on and the computer booted up. Mike pulled out one of his rags and quickly wiped down the chair before sitting down on it. A map appeared on the screen, much like the map on his tablet, but instead of using his finger, he would have to use a mouse and hoped the pictures changed quickly enough for him to follow Springtrap.
"Ok, now that's all set-up, I can start looking for...AAAGGGH" Mike had only looked up at the window to see Springtrap glaring at him from beyond it.
Mike watched Springtrap's eye twitch angrily at him as he ground his teeth.
"Hey Springtrap" Mike said as friendly as he could while his heart was thumping in his chest. "Wow, you really are Bonnie's big brother aren't you? Yeah, he makes a habit of scaring me too."
Springtrap's ears flicked when he heard his and Bonnie's names, but gave no other sign of understanding him. Instead, he gave a sharp loud screech before running back down the corridor.
"Well, that wasn't so bad, at least he didn't try to bust in. He understands me, I'm sure of it, but he's not going to trust me right off the bat. I better check to see where he is."
Mike clicked on a couple of rooms that had been trashed, with all the tables and chairs either knocked over or broken, the walls had large scratches and graffiti.
"Must be the old party rooms." Mike muttered to himself as he clicked on a few more buttons, feeling a sense of depression come over him that this once cheery place was now nothing more then a hollow shell left to decay and rot. "Well, both the kitchen and the locker room are both wrecks and... what is this?"
The screen showed what Mike thought was the main part of the restaurant, but one of the walls had been painted a while ago, by the looks of it by a child. There was a dark yellow blob with a black blob on top of its head. A clown face that sort of reminded Mike of Net and a tall stick figure that was wearing glasses. There was another drawing a bit further down, but Mike couldn't make it out.
"Did... did Springtrap draw these? I wonder... oh, there he is." said Mike as he turned the camera over to see Springtrap sitting on a toilet in the ladies bathroom.
The cubicles had been knocked over and toilet paper was everywhere.
"Do animatronics need the toilet? I mean they got the parts to do the other thing so... ok my mind is seriously going places it shouldn't. At least I know where... OH Fuck! Where did he go?"
Then Mike heard the familiar banging around that he had heard before when one of the gang was in the vents. Mike quickly looked around and saw a large vent grate in the wall. Quickly grabbing his screwdriver, he started to reinforce the screws, making sure the grate would not come off should Springtrap come for him this way. Sure enough, there was a loud bang when Springtrap hit his head on the grate and the screamed at him, his green eyes peeping though the bars.
"Hey there big guy." said Mike "Yeah, Bonnie and Freddy use to try that trick on me too, so I'm used to it. Say, would you mind coming to see me please? You know around by the doorway there? So I can introduce myself?"
Springtrap snarled loudly at him before backing out of the vent. Mike sighed as he went back to the computer where he saw a side menu. When he clicked on it another map turned up and showed him where Springtrap was in the vents.
"Well, this would have been handy to know about five minutes ago!" Mike sighed as he watched Springtrap came out of the nearest vent by the security room.
Mike watched the large window to see when Spring would go by. For a while it didn't seem as if the animatronic was coming and he would have to look for him again, but then Mike spotted a pair of eyes peeking in from the bottom of the window, before they quickly disappeared.
"He must have crawled on the floor so I couldn't see him." Mike thought as he saw the eyes peek up again. "I can see you Springtrap. Can you please come around to the door?"
Mike could hear Springtrap, groan and snapped his jaw as he walked around to the door. He glared at Mike as he stepped up to the door frame but he didn't seem to cross it and it seemed to annoy him. Mike took of his ID tag and held it out, allowing Springtrap a closer look as he gave him a smile.
"Please to meet you Springtrap, my name is Mike Schmidt, I'm the repairman at the Freddy Frazbear pizzeria across town. I've worked with Goldie, Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy, and Chica. The boss sent me over here to check the place out earlier, but I wasn't told you would be here, so when me and my friend Jeremy saw you, we kinda panicked, sorry about that."
Springtrap fidgeted on the spot, not looking Mike in the eye, and seemed to be on the verge of running away. Mike looked at Springtrap and the really bad state he was in.
"You poor guy. You look like you've had a really hard time." he muttered as he knelt down to look at Springtrap's feet. "You've got no cover on these at all, they got to be really hurting you on these floors right? Though saying that both your ankle and knee joints seem to be ok... No! Wait! Springtrap..."
But Springtrap had bolted from the hallway and disappeared, leaving Mike to lean against the door frame.
"I think I'm going to need more time with him if he keeps disappearing on me like this."
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Mike thought it was best to let Springtrap come to him for first and not to engage him too much, as he seemed to have over whelmed the old animatronic bunny with his presence here. He would see him poking his head over the edge of the glass or simply stand there and look at him, before moving over to the door and poking his head around the frame. When he did that, Mike simply smiled at him and waved, sometimes saying hi. At first Springtrap would growl at him and run off, then he would just ignore him and the last time he shyly waved back before running off again. Mike watched him through the cameras and sighed, the poor bunny had really lost the plot, he didn't know what to do with himself. He went to the kitchen and acted as if he was cooking, then went to the party rooms and sat there for a while, then, and this is what broke Mike's heart, would go and sit in the main section and talk to the drawings on the wall. On looking at the drawings again, he guessed the pictures were of Goldie, Net and Mr. McBear. The rest of the gang were on the other walls where the camera couldn't see them. Mike watched as Springtrap, moved and waved his arms about as if he was telling the wall drawings a story or more likely complaining that there was a person in the security room where he couldn't get them. Then he went to the further down the wall and kissed it, Mike guessed that's where Springtrap had drawn Thomas.
"Damn it. I've been here for almost four hours and I haven't even gotten Springtrap to stand still for more then a few seconds. So what have I got to do?" It was then he remembered both Goldie and Thomas both said that Springtrap like stories.
He checked on the computer to see that Springtrap was making his way back towards him. Quickly grabbing his bag, he pulled out the large red book of fairy tales that Goldie had given him and quickly flicked to one of them as he heard Springtrap's metal feet against the tiles.
"...and the prince put the slipper on Cinderella's foot. It was a perfect fit. The prince then lifted Cinderella on to his horse and took her to his castle where they were married. The End. Boy, what a great story." said Mike loudly so Springtrap could hear him. "And the pictures are really good too. Now what story should I read next?"
Springtrap ran around the corner to the door frame and started jumping up and down to get Mike's attention. "Oh, hi Springtrap, didn't hear you come down the hallway. Do you want to hear a story?"
"Ack! Ack!" said Springtrap bouncing on the spot. Mike was pretty good at gargled speech, but decided to play dumb for a bit.
"Ack? Sorry Springtrap, no Ack in this book. How about little red riding hood?"
Springtrap stamped his feet and grabbed and pulled what remained of his ears "JJJJJAAACK."
"Jack? Oh, Jack and the Beanstalk? Yeah, sure, I'll read that one. If you want to listen to it you can... oh." said Mike as he watched Springtrap sit down as close to the doorway as possible looking up at him with excited eyes, that reminded Mike of a puppy. Mike bit his lip as he looked at the book. "You know Springtrap, this book has pictures, you won't see them from here will you? So how about I come a little closer... not too close... I'll stay in the office, but just enough so you can see the pictures... is that ok?"
Springtrap looked blankly at him for a moment as he processed what Mike had said before slowly nodding his head. Mike got up from the chair and sat down on the floor just arm's length away from the door. Mike looked at the words and then turned the book around so that Springtrap could see the pictures.
"Once upon a time, there was a young boy..." Mike started the story and watched Springtrap's reaction to it though out.
It seemed so odd that this simple story could make the animatronic so happy. He sat there with his head in his hands, smiling (at least Mike hoped it was a smile) and his ears wiggling back and forth. Once he finished that one, he went on to tell Springtrap three other stories, doing silly voices and big arm actions that made Springtrap laugh and clap his hands. Near the end of the third story, Mike noticed that Springtrap's eyes were shutting a lot and wondered when was the last time the animatronic went into sleep mode. He barely finished the last page when Springtrap fell to the floor, fast asleep in sleep mode, happy and content. Mike went over to his bag and pulled out his sleeping bag, but instead of getting into it, he walked out of the office and laid it over Springtrap as a blanket before heading back to the office chair to catch a bit of sleep for himself. He sent Mr McBear a quick text with how things were going before he rested his head in his arms.
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Mike woke up to the terrible sound of screaming. He leapt out of his seat and ran into the hallway where Springtrap, who was still in sleep mode, was thrashing about and screaming out. Mike wasn't aware that animatronics could have nightmares. He walked over and knelt beside Springtrap and started to shake his shoulder, being careful not to be hit by the scared animatronic.
"Springtrap, its alright, its just a nightmare. Wake up now, it's alright."
Springtrap suddenly sat up, panting, his glass eyes wide with fear. Mike had fallen backwards when Springtrap had gotten up and was now sitting beside him.
"Hey big guy. You ok? That looked like one hell of a nightmare."
Springtrap nodded, but then looked puzzled as he turned and looked at Mike, his eyes narrowing, as he started to growl. Mike then remembered he wasn't safe in the hallway and quickly got to his feet as Springtrap got to his, swinging his arms around to swipe him. Mike panted inside the office as he gave Springtrap a glare as the animatronic snarled at him.
"Ok, you're a grumpy bot when your woken up got it, but seriously is that any reason to come after the guy that had read you stories last night and even given you his sleeping bag to use?"
Springtrap looked confused and looked down at the floor to where the sleeping bag was. He picked it up and looked at it and then looked at Mike, his head bent down in a sheepish manner, as he wrapped the sleeping bag around his body.
"So, are we ok now Springtrap? I mean you know I'm not a bad guy and I know your not a bad animatronic sort of thing?"
Springtrap leant his head to the side in thought, then shook his head and ran off back up the hall. Mike groaned as he flopped back into his chair and went to watch, it was only just turning past midnight, Mr McBear would be starting his shift at the pizzeria, not that Mike was worried at all, the animatronics would behave a lot better for their old man than him. He clicked on the cameras again, better to be safe than sorry, Springtrap was too happy with him at the moment.
"Now where is he? Oh, he's in the main part again and... wha? No, no, no, no, don't do that! It's not mine!" Mike cried as he watched Springtrap roll around on the floor wrapped up in the sleeping bag with a large grin on his face "Oh well, at least he's happy right?"
He watched Springtrap roll about a bit more, until the animatronic got tired of that and went to talk to the walls again.
"Poor guy... he must have been so lonely with no one to talk to, that he drew his family on the walls just so he could talk to them. Ok... what's he doing now?"
Springtrap was on the floor using his finger to shift though the dirt to draw on the floor, though he didn't seem too happy about it and soon stopped and started to look around what Mike guessed was the old supply room for something to draw with.
"Goldie did mention that Springtrap liked to draw pictures. Did he pack anything...?"
Mike quickly grabbed his bag and looked through it to find a few sheets of paper and a box of crayons. He quickly placed them in front of the door, so that Springtrap could get them when he next came around. About half an hour later he saw Springtrap's ears trying to sneak past the glass window, so he pretended to read his book and wait and see how Springtrap would react. A high pitch screech almost made him fall out of his seat as he saw Springtrap was sitting on the floor already scribbling away. When he saw that Mike was watching him, Springtrap picked up the paper and crayons and turned around, so his back was facing him as he continued to draw.
"Well, that's great, he's not running off straight away, maybe he'll show me his drawing once he's done?"
Mike continued to look at the book, only now and again looking up from it to check on Springtrap who was still sitting on the floor drawing away. When Springtrap was done he turned around to look at Mike and then at his drawing.
"What you got there Springtrap?" Mike asked causally but the large animatronic didn't want to show him his picture as he held it close to his chest. "Aww, can't I see it?"
Springtrap shook his head and turned around again to draw something else. Mike felt a small knot in his chest, as sad as he was to admit it, he was upset that Springtrap didn't want to share his drawing. Yet Mike knew if he pushed the issue, he would undo all his hard work up until now and he really couldn't afford to start over again. He reached into his bag and pulled out a couple of energy bars and a small bottle of water to keep him going and waited to see if Springtrap would let him see later. After an hour or so had gone by Springtrap picked up his drawings and walked around the corner to the glass wall. There he stuck his drawings one by one on the glass for Mike to see. Although they were childish scribbles, Mike could roughly tell who was in the pictures, especially the one of a boy in a love heart, that had to be Thomas McBear.
"They're all really great Springtrap. I really like the one of you and Goldie, you drew him very well." said Mike looking at the very large belly of Goldie in the drawing.
Springtrap stood at the door holding out one last picture for Mike to take from him. Mike carefully took the picture and looked down at it, his smile widening as he did so. It was a picture of him and Springtrap holding hands.
"Wow, just wow, Springtrap. This... this right here is my favorite picture ever." said Mike. Springtrap smiled back, showing Mike all his wonky teeth, as he swayed happily on the spot. Then he and Mike went still as the sound of a window being smashed echoed throughout the almost empty building. Mike quickly ran to the computer and started looking thought the cameras until he saw two young teenage boys climbing into the place, one of them carrying a large crowbar. He looked around to speak to Springtrap but the animatronic had ready gone. Mike went into his tool box and pulled out a torch and his large hammer and went to find the two boys, hopefully before Springtrap did.
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Mike quickly ran though the old building as fast as he could and was sort of grateful that there wasn't any screaming yet, though if there were he would be able to find them easier. The floor beneath him creaked dangerously and Mike noticed that some of the floor had caved in, leaving large holes in the floor. He was going to have to be careful. He then heard a loud cry from Springtrap, but it wasn't one of anguish but one of pain. He turned into the main part of the building where the two teenagers had pinned Springtrap to the ground and were beating him up.
"HEY WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?" Mike shouted as he ran over to help Springtrap.
"What the hell is it to you?" the one with the crowbar asked.
"I'm the security guard, that's what, and this is private propriety. Get the hell out!" Mike snapped as he pushed the boys away from the beaten animatronic.
"You can't tell us what to do!" snapped the boy as he swung the crowbar at Mike, but Mike blocked it with his hammer and then kicked the kid in the stomach, winding him and causing him to drop the crowbar to the floor.
The other boy went to rush Mike but Mike held the hammer up making the boy stop and help his friend up. "Lets get out of here. This place is a shit hole anyway." he said as he dragged his friend away.
"Yeah, it's not because we're scared of you or nothing." said the one rubbing his stomach as they ran out the door.
Mike dropped his hammer and fell to the floor next to Springtrap and started to look the animatronic over.
"Springtrap are you ok? Is anything seriously broken? Let me look at you."
Springtrap turned around slightly, another part of his face fur had fallen off, as oily tears ran down his battered face.
"Oh Spring! Why didn't you defend yourself? Was it because they were kids? Where is it hurting buddy?"
Springtrap flung himself at Mike wrapping his arms tightly around him as he wept into his chest. Mike hugged him back, gently stroking what was left of his fur and softly rocked him.
"It's ok Springtrap, it's all going to be ok, I'm going to take you to your new home with Goldie and the others. I'll fix you up too and you'll never be lonely or be hurt again. I promise."
This made Springtrap wail even louder and cry harder, Mike hugged him closer and stayed there on the dirty floor with only his torch light to see when Springtrap's tears would stop. Even when Springtrap's tears subsided, he stayed curled up in Mike's arms, enjoying the warm embrace, something he had not felt in years. A sudden blast of music made the pair jump and Mike quickly grabbed his phone to answer it.
"Hello? Yeah, I know... sorry. Things kinda happened here and stuff, but I think Springtrap is ready to come home... right big guy?" Springtrap looked slightly confused, but nodded his head, his arms still tightly wrapped around Mike. "He said yes. I think it might help... hang on a second. Springtrap, your father and Goldie want to talk to you."
Mike pressed the button that puts them on loud speaker and placed it near Springtrap's head so he could hear.
"Springtrap?" came Mr McBear's voice "Can you hear me?"
Springtrap leapt up and searched around the room for where Mr. McBear was before his eyes fell onto the phone where Mr McBear's voice was coming from "No, Springtrap, I'm not there. I'm at your new home with Goldie and the others, we're waiting for you, Mike and Jeremy will bring you here in the morning. I trust you will behave for them?"
Mike worried that Springtrap's head was about to fall off when Springtrap nodded really fast, his joints squeaking in protest. "Ye! Ye!"
"Good... once you're here Springtrap... we'll talk... ok. Ah, Goldie wants a word."
"Spring? You there mate?"
"Goooo." Springtrap cried happily as he hugged Mike's arm, the phone pressing into his face. Mike fell forward and used his other hand to keep himself from falling on his face.
"It's good to hear you too Spring. Can't wait to see you again. Don't cause the kid too much trouble until you get here ok? Then we can tease him as much as you like."
"HEY!" Snapped Mike as Springtrap and Goldie laughed out loud. "We'll see you guys in the morning then. Later."
Springtrap let out a small screech when Mike took his phone away, but didn't try to take it off of him. Mike stood up and brush himself down before hold his hand out to help Springtrap up.
"Well, we got a couple of hours before Jeremy gets here. So why don't you gather up anything you want to take with you, it can't be too big, and bring it to the security room? Then I can read you a few more stories to pass the time." Springtrap smiled as he held Mike's hand and followed him back into the darkness.
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Mike and Springtrap stood in the main part of the old restaurant waiting for Jeremy to come up the long drive. Springtrap was holding onto his blanket and the book of stories that Mike had given him, while inside Mike's bag were all his new drawings, crayons, a few old kitchen items that had been left behind and a broken Frazbear wall clock. Springtrap had wanted to take one or two of the chairs, but Mike told him no, it had to fit in his bag because Jeremy only had a small car. Springtrap was standing by the glass looking excitedly out of the window, now and again looking over at Mike, as if to make sure he was there. Then he saw the small red car pulling up to the building and started to jump about as Mike laughed.
"Yeah, that's Jeremy, Springtrap. When he get's up here, he is going to help me carry you out of here, since we know you can't leave here because of your programming. So we need you to be very still while we do that ok? Once we're at the car, we will put you down then. Ok?" Mike explained as Springtrap ran about as Jeremy cautiously walked in.
"Wha, he's even uglier in the daylight, are you sure you're going to be able to fix him Mike? He's in a really bad way." said Jeremy as the animatronic quickly hid behind Mike.
"Hey, Jeremy be nice. Springtrap has been though a lot and yes, I'm more than sure I and Mr McBear can fix him up. Now, let's get this show on the road, ready Springtrap?"
The once gold animatronic nodded as he walked over to the door and waited for Mike and Jeremy to lift him up to freedom. You would have thought lifting a human size animatronic down some crumbling stairs would have been the hardest part of their task, but they hadn't counted on Springtrap's curiosity about the world around him that he had always seen through the windows. It almost took a whole hour to get him into the back of the car with Mike, but that was only because Mike promised he could take one or two of the pretty stones he found with him to show Goldie and the others. Springtrap had his face practically glued to the window, only to turn away from it now and again to climb over Mike and look out of his. He would point to things and Mike would tell him what they were and Jeremy giving his own comments as well. Soon, they pulled up outside the pizzeria and Jeremy had to quickly lock the doors to stop Springtrap from jumping out. He was going ballistic, punching and kicking the door, until Mike, told him to behave otherwise he would tell Mr. McBear he was being bad. Springtrap clearly didn't want to be told off, so settled down until the two boys were ready to get him out. Spring held on tightly to Mike's hand as they walked him into the pizzeria. Emily, the manager, Mr. McBear and all the animatronics stood under a large banner reading "Welcome home Springtrap". They all clapped and cheered as Mike walked Springtrap up to them, the once gold bunny was openly weeping again as he walked up to his creator and embraced him tightly.
"I am so sorry Springtrap. I honestly didn't know you were still there. We thought we had lost you... can you ever forgive me?" Mr. McBear wept as he hugged Springtrap back. Springtrap nodded and tried to wipe his face clean, but the black tears continued to run down his face. Mr. McBear left Springtrap to meet the others as he walked up to Mike and Jeremy.
"I owe you boys a great debt for bringing Springtrap home." he said softly, his voice full of emotions he couldn't even begin to express.
"Don't worry about it." said Jeremy "I was just happy to help out and stick it to the CEO."
"Mr. McBear. Where are we going to fix Springtrap? I mean now that he's here, he's not going to want to leave." said Mike as he watched Springtrap and Bonnie hug as Blu stood a little to the side, waiting for Bonnie to introduce him to their big brother.
"That's fine. The manager has agreed to allow me and you to use the spare parts room as a repair room for him. His spare suit is on its way as well, but it will be another day or two. Which is fine considering how much work there is to be done."
"But you guys will have him ready in time won't you?" asked Jeremy looking concerned as Goldie introduced Emily to Springtrap by smacking her on the butt.
"We'll get it done Jeremy, Don't worry." said Mike as Springtrap lifted up Emily's top "I hope."
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Mike felt as if any second he would pass out. It had felt as if he hadn't had any more than a handful of hours over the last three days. Springtrap had had a major overhaul and upgrade, a few parts of his skeleton replaced and most of his wiring. They had replaced his feet, oiled his joints and gave him new eyes and a nose. Goldie hardly ever left his side and even had Mr. McBear fix him up too, while Mike worked on Springtrap.
"Why would I want someone as clumsy as you fixing someone as delicate as me?" Goldie asked, making Springtrap and Mr. McBear laugh as Mike simply shook his head.
"Mike?" said Springtrap as Mike worked on his ankle joint "How many more days until I can see Thomas?"
"Only two more days Springtrap. He's really busy you know. Just wait a little while longer."
It had been the first thing Springtrap had asked when his voice box was fixed "Where was Thomas?" "When can I see Thomas?" "Is Thomas alright? What's he like now?" No one had the heart to tell him that the man he loved so clearly was the one that was trying to close down the Pizzeria and get rid of his family. There was a knock on the door and Jeremy came in holding a small bag.
"Hey guys, looking good Springtrap, how are you feeling?" he asked as he came up to the table where Spring was sitting upright.
"A lot better than I was a few days ago, thanks, and thank you again for coming to get me." said Springtrap polity.
"Hey no prob, glad I could help, I actually have something for you." said Jeremy as he handed Springtrap the bag.
The animatronic looked in to it curiously as he reached in and pulled out a hand full of multicolored ties and bow ties. Everyone looked at Jeremy for an explanation as Springtrap continued to look at them.
"My dad use to wear loads of them, drove my mum crazy with them, so every year she has a clear out of the ones he doesn't really wear anymore, so I thought Springtrap would like to take his pick of them and maybe you guys can keep them if you ever fancy a change."
"That's very nice of you Jeremy." said Mr. McBear as he watched Springtrap and Goldie holding up the more louder looking ties and laughing.
"It was nothing. Oh, by the way Mike, you might want to go and see Balloon Boy. I don't know what he has done, but he's hiding behind Net's box, again." said Jeremy trying not to blush.
"I bet it was Blu again." Mike sighed as he picked up his tool kit "He always seems to egg BB on to do something stupid and it ends up badly for him."
"Is Blu always like that?" Springtrap asked, not know much of his younger brother.
"He use to be the youngest until BB came along and never forgave him for taking away all the attention from him." said Mr McBear "He's not as bad as he use to be, but now and again he plays up."
"Between you and Bonnie Springtrap, maybe you can keep an eye on him and keep him out of trouble." said Goldie as he looked at a black bow-tie that spun around "Can I have this one?"
"Sure. What do you think of this one?" asked Springtrap holding up a dark blue tie with the superman logo on it.
"Its nice... but I think a batman one would suit you better."
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Mike walked out to the shop floor and made his way to Net's box, where BB was trying to hide behind, Net standing over him and looking down.
"You need to come out now." he said in his soft voice "The children are waiting for their balloons."
"No!" snapped BB in a tearful voice, curling himself up even more.
Net sighed and looked at Mike "He has been here for quite some time and refuses to tell anyone what is wrong. Can you speak to him please?"
"Sure Net. BB, it's Mike, can you come out of there please, so I can fix what ever is wrong?"
There was silence for a while then a small teary voice answered "I can't. You'll get mad at me."
Mike knelt down and leaned in closer, trying to see what BB had done "I promise I won't get mad BB. Now please show me what you have done?"
BB crawled out and Mike sighed in frustration at the sight of five balloons up each of BB nose holes.
"BB! What on earth possessed you to do such a thing?" Mike asked as he started to remove the balloons.
"Blu said if I could get twenty balloons up my nose, he would let me play on his guitar in the band." said BB sadly "But I could only get ten up there..."
"BB that is not the problem here. Tell me, if Blu asked you to jump off a cliff, would you do it?"
"There isn't a cliff in the pizzeria." said BB in confusion as Mike got out his screwdriver to remove BB nose.
"Ok, bad choice of words, how about if Blu told you to stick your head in the oven would you for a chance to play in the band?"
"Would the oven be on?"
"Yes."
"High?"
"BB! You shouldn't do it at all!" sighed Mike as he unhooked the rest of the balloons.
"If Blu challenges you to do something just say no ok? He's only doing it so he can laugh at you."
BB slumped sadly "But I want to be in the band..."
"Hey, anyone can get to be in a band, but it takes someone special to blow up those balloons and make them in to animals like you do." said Mike as he screwed BB nose back on.
"Really?" BB asked, smiling brightly up at Mike, who giggled at the sight of the happy animatronic.
"Really really. Now you better get to your post by the door, while I'll go and speak to Blu about this and maybe ask Bonnie to give you a lesson tonight, how about that?"
BB cheered as he ran off to the front door as Mike made his way over to the stage where the band was playing. Freddy, who was singing, lifted his eyebrow as Mike came over and pointed to Blu who was standing behind him and nodded his head. He was going to have a word with the blue rabbit later, but decided it would be better to come from Mike.
Once he finished the song he raised his hand up and waved to the children. "We're going to take a small break now. We'll see you soon."
Mike quickly jumped on the stage and walked over to Blu who was trying to make a quick getaway, but got caught up in his guitar cables.
"Hold it right there Blu! And you too Bonnie, I want to talk to you both." said Mike frowning at the pair.
"What's wrong Mike?" Bonnie asked, looking concerned "It's not Springtrap is it?"
"What? No, Spring is fine, its what Blu keeps doing to BB!" said Mike, giving the blue rabbit a hard look. "You know how much he wants to play with the bigger models Blu, so why do you keep teasing him and making him do dangerous stuff?"
"It was just a bit of fun!" said Blu sulkily "Have you finished with Springtrap yet? It is my turn to have maintenance done after all."
"No, it isn't Blu, its Fred's turn and everyone agreed if there was an emergency that the schedule will be put on hold until then. So until Springtrap is one hundred percent and the pizzeria is safe from being closed down the schedule will have to wait. But in the mean time don't make more work for me by playing those horrible tricks on BB ok?"
Blu shoulders sunk and he looked down at the floor sadly "Sorry Mike... I just want you to pay some attention to us. If the Pizzeria closes..."
The air around them turned cold as Bonnie placed his hand on Blu's shoulder to comfort him, but Mike could see the purple rabbit was just as worried.
"Hey, even if the pizzeria is closed, me and Mr. McBear will come up with something. You won't get rid of me that easily." said Mike reassuringly, but he couldn't manage a smile. They had too much riding on Springtrap and how Thomas McBear was going to react to him. "Well to make up for Blu's mean trick, I told him I'd talk to you Bonnie and ask if you would mind giving him a guitar lesson?"
"Of course Mike. I don't mind." said Bonnie with a smile. "I'd be happy too."
"Thanks Bon" said Mike and just to piss off Blu he reached up on his toes and kissed him on the cheek.
Bonnie's ears shot up and the white around his muzzle went red slightly as he started to heat up while Blu glared and gnashed his teeth. Mike waved goodbye to them and thought he'd stop and speak to Fred before heading back to Springtrap. The small bear was sitting at the back of the stage, intensely reading a magazine as Mike walked up to him.
"Hey Fred, since its your day I thought I'd come over and see if you want any maintenance done."
"I'M NOT READY!" shouted Fred nervously as he stuffed his magazine back in to his hat.
"Er... ok... Fred what do you..."
"I thought I would be, but I'm not. I need more time to do more research, I need to prepare myself..." said Fred as he quickly started to list a bunch of reasons that didn't make any sense to Mike.
"Fred calm down. If you're not ready or feel nervous then it ok, we can take our time and I'll go though everything ok?"
"But I've got to be in charge! Papa bear said so... but I just need to work out what I need to do ok? I promise! It will be really good, I'm learning all the secrets." said Fred proudly.
"Ok... so how about I see you tonight then?"
"THAT'S TOO SOON!" Fred cried out and looked at Mike's shocked face "I mean... no thank you... maybe next week... or maybe on Sunday or..."
"Hey, when ever you are ready Fred." smiled Mike as he jumped off of the stage, not seeing a sad but relieved face of Fred as he pulled out one of Goldie's magazines.
"Poor Fred" thought Mike as he walked back to the supply room. "That talk with Goldie and Freddy must have really shook him up. I hope he hasn't become too embarrassed that he won't come to me for help. At least he isn't trying to rip my pants off of me like the others, that would be really bad, specially with Freddy and Goldie always watching."
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Thomas McBear had not slept a wink last night, nor had he really slept this week. The thought of finally closing that pizzeria and get rid of those animatronics once and for all had been playing on his mind. He had thought about this for a long while, but even now he wondered if he was doing the right thing. A small voice inside said no, it was wrong and that they were family and they were not to blame for what happened, but it was drowned out by an even louder voice that yelled out about how they had simply left Springtrap behind in that rotten building and had not even tried to wake him up to see if he was effected by the death of that guard. They never gave him a CHANCE!
He washed and got dressed into his suit, checking all of the papers before closing his briefcase and leaving his large apartment to go to the pizzeria. The drive was quiet, as it was still quite early and Thomas found his mind wondering to his father. His father still owned a large percent of the company so he never had to worry about money. Also he was sure that his father had planned something for the animatronics in case the pizzeria closed its doors for good. No his father would be fine... he would just never speak to him again that was all. Not that it bothered him in the slightest, after all, all they have done since that day was argue, the silence would be a nice change. He gripped the wheel tightly, yes, it would be fine, he could handle it. All these years without his best friend and... well it didn't matter anymore and after today, nothing else would, he would be able to move on. He pulled into the pizzeria car park and saw his father, Mike, the manager and a young woman and man in their uniforms all waiting outside the door, most likely waiting for him. He got out of his car and slowly walked towards them, a faint smile on his lips to hide the terrible knot that was in his stomach.
"Father, David, Mr. Schmidt, Good morning." he said to everyone as he came to the door. "Looks like we're in for some nice weather."
"Yeah, looks like its going to be a great day, for all of us." said Mike, his smile bright and his eyes shone. Thomas was quickly on his guard as he frowned at the younger man.
"And what do you mean by that, Mr. Schmidt? Unless you found Toy Chica, I would not be celebrating." said Thomas as he fixed the manager David with a glare. The man flinched away from his look and looked down at the floor as his father stepped towards him.
"As I recall Thomas, the agreement was either Toy Chica or a new large animatronic was to take her place. Finding Toy Chica is still in the works, but we do have an animatronic here to replace her. In fact, he's an old friend."
Thomas frowned, his eyes becoming hard "If you have simply remodelled Goldie then it doesn't count! He's retired!"
"I think you need to go in yourself too see him." said his father as he held open the door.
Thomas stormed in and matched up to the stage, expecting Freddy and the gang to be there, but only one animatronic was sitting on the stage. Sitting there and looking back at him with bright green eyes. Thomas felt the briefcase slip though his fingers as he struggled for air and fell to his knees. The animatronic quickly got up and ran towards him, falling in fount of him, their faces only inches apart.
"Thomas! My Thomas!" the animatronic cried large oily tears falling down its face as he reached out and touched Thomas's face.
"Spring...? Springtrap? How...? I thought...? My dad buried you..." he tried to talk, but his words kept getting lost as hot wet tears started to fall down his face as well.
It was Springtrap! His golden bunny and best friend! Here! After all this time, he was here, whole and complete.
"I don't know what happened. I remember you saying goodnight and promising you would be there in the morning and woke up under dirt and the world was moving. When I dug myself out of the hole I was in, I found everyone had gone."
"The world was moving...?"
"We think he means an earthquake." said a voice as Thomas turned around to see his father, Mike and the others surround him as Mike spoke. "The tremors from that might have rattled his switches and mother board so much that he came back on line."
"But that means..." said Thomas as he looked back at Springtrap "You were there... alone... for years?"
"I was waiting for you. It was really lonely, so I drew you on the wall along with Goldie and the others, so I wasn't alone anymore. Bad kids and bad adults came and messed up the restaurant. I tried to scare them away, but they started to throw stones at me and even hit me with metal sticks. Then Mike came along and saved me."
Thomas looked at Mike, who gave him a small smile, before turning back to Springtrap and hugged him tightly. His fingers bushing over Springtrap's fake golden fur, Springtrap's soft nose pressing against his cheek.
"I've missed you." he said in a horse whisper "I've missed you sooo much."
Springtrap hugged him back just as tightly, his ears moving back and forth as Bonnie's did, though his were longer. Mr McBear stepped forward and place his hand on Thomas's shoulder.
"So, Thomas, even though he is not Toy Chica, does he still count as our eleventh animatronic?"
Thomas looked up at him with bright red eyes filled with tears "I... that is..."
Mr McBear's face became soft as he smiled down at Thomas "Son, I think you and I are overdue a long chat, so why don't the three of us sit down over there and talk it out?"
"I have meetings... work..." said Thomas weakly as he went to get to his feet but Springtrap grabbed his arm and tugged it excitedly "I can show you all my drawings that I've done since I've been here. Mike thinks I'm a real artist, but I want you to see them and tell me what you think."
Thomas smiled as he leant down and kissed Springtrap on the head "I would love to."
Springtrap squeaked happily as he pulled Thomas towards a booth with Mr. McBear following them. Freddy and the other animatronics, who all had been watching from Foxy's pirate cove, came out of hiding. Goldie went over and joined Mr McBear on his side of the booth as Springtrap snuggled up to Thomas.
"Do you still think he will close down the pizzeria?" asked Jeremy as the watched Thomas becoming more relaxed and happier by the second.
"Now that's Springtrap is here? No. I think things will slowly calm down and we will get back to normal around here... well as normal as it can get anyway." said Mike as he, Jeremy and Emily laughed.
"So that is it then?" said Emily "Its happily ever after?"
"No. Not yet." said Mike as he watched the manager walk away into the backstage area. "There is still something we have to do."
To be concluded "Happy ever after? Not really!"
B/N(2): Epic Foreshadowing...
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