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Foxy's tail disappeared from the office, swaying gently as he walked, though most of it's fur had long ago fallen of from the amount of negligence. He put his paw up against the wall, taking shaky steps yet again, Mike's blow hadn't really helped in that factor. He stumbled down the corridor, trying to stay as quiet as possible, though he knew that it wouldn't be that long till he had to come out into the heat again.
He sighed softly using his free paw to try and hold up his jaw, muttering softly to himself,"Yarr, me mates, never fear, your friend Foxy is here." He shut his eyes and went back, to before the bite, before the pain, before the shop was branded with Freddy's name. He was standing on the stage Freddy and his band of monsters now stood, looking nearly brand-new, his fur gleamed in the light, he wore a smug grin on his face as he preformed for the young children, each screaming in delight. 'But those days are over.' and with a simple thought, the golden memory dissipated back into the corners of his memory bank.
Finally, the comforting sight of Pirate bay came into sight and Foxy picked up his pace, then he felt a cold dread through his mind, the cameras were off, that meant Freddy or Chica could be anywhere, but Bonnie was relatively predictable so he didn't have to worry about her. He muttered, staring at the deactivated camera,"Your not the only one who's trapped here, though I guess you get to go home." and with that, the Fox climbed back onto the stage, pulling the curtains so they covered the stage and hung his sign before climbing back into his 'home', per say.
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The sound of the 6 o'clock chiming was a life saver for Mike, though it did make him nearly jump out of his skin. He gathered up his pitiful things, a remainder of a sandwich, a tattered jacket and his torch, then, on second thought, pulled out his torch again, walking down the dimly lit hallways towards the exit. "Well shit, that was a close one tonight." he walked towards the door, pulling the key out of his pocket as he saw the owner of the deadly 'family' pizza place. The man grinned and pushed his paycheck into Mike's hand as he walked,"Well done." Mike smiled weakly and began to walk home, flicking the gunk out from under his nails. He looked at the measly sum on the paper and sighed,"Better then nothing I guess, pretty soon I'll be able to pay for mother's surgery."
Mike looked up at the brightening sky, his worn sneakers rubbing against the cement. He approached a house, it's garden overgrown and the roof in a shabby state, it's tiles sliding off and the paint on the walls peeling. He pushed the wooden door open, it squealing and almost needing to be forced open.
He walked into the dimly lit house, the carpet was stained, some blood, some other unknown waters. The wallpaper was peeling and it showed the inner wall, most chewed away. He stepped over the bucket where the roof was gone and walked into the tiny kitchen. The kitchen was relatively well looked after, the tiling clean, stove wiped down and looking relatively alright, where I fridge normally was there was a tiny freezer and there was a small table in the middle of the room with 3 legs instead of 4.
He dumped his stuff onto the table and walked into the the 3 rd room of the 3 rooms, the other being the bathroom. In that room was a mattress on the floor, it was bare, apart from some sheets that covered only half the bed. Underneath the sheets there was a woman, her face was scrunched in obvious pain, even while she slept, she was around 48 and was extremely skinny. Mike walked over and run his hand through her hair, crouching down,"Hello Mother."