Mike pulled the curtains shut and began to walk towards the main office, where the owner of the shop sat, he was a large man, he wore a tight business suit and he had strange different colored eyes, one a pale amber the other a dark amber. He had short hair and almost always had a smile plastered to his face.
He knocked on the door and waited till the deep, nasally voice of the manager sounded,"Come in." Mike grabbed the cold door handle and gritted his teeth, muttering to himself,"He owes me it...and mum needs it..." He twisted the handle, walking into the lush office. The carpet was thick and soft, the walls were decorated neatly with new wallpaper and there was a comfortable recliner behind a desk. Brock, the owner of Freddy's, was spread comfortably across the recliner,"Yes Mike?"
Mike looked up at him, wringing his hands nervously,"I was wondering... could I maybe have a raise? We really need the money, the doctors say mom is," Mike began to choke up,"Close to her time if she doesn't have this surgery..." Brock sighed and reclined into his chair,"I just can't do that Mike.." He stepped forwards, clenching his fists,"You don't understand, I don't just want that money I need it..." Brock shook his head,"The business just doesn't get enough money, we're hardly keeping you on." he growled, making it sound more like a threat then a statement. Brock stood, glaring at Mike,"If you'll excuse me, I have to go shut the shop."
Mike flopped down into his chair, putting his laptop onto his legs. He grumbled to himself, spinning his torch around in his spare hand while using the other hand to check everyone was in their spot. Mike sighed loudly in relief when he saw everyone was still in their spots, now to check Foxy. He changed the camera to Foxy's stage, where he was sitting on the edge of the stage, looking up at the camera, both eyes revealed. Foxy stood, seeing the camera activated and began to walk towards the office, though he was still unsteady. Mike flicked back to the stage, where now only Freddy and Chica stood,"Well Shit, Bonnie is up." Foxy stuck his head in, walking in slowly,"What's wrong?" Mike jabbed his finger to the screen, pointing to the empty spot,"Bonnie is up." Foxy padded over, tilting his head so he could see the small screen. The light shone on Foxy's fur, making it light up like before the bite, shimmering brightly.
Mike looked over at Foxy, grabbing his torch and shining it out into the corridors to make sure Bonnie isn't there. "Hey Foxy?" Mike looked over at the Fox that was still staring at his screen in fascination, narrowing his own eyes to see. He turned his head away from the screen, tilting his head,"Yes?" Mike shuffled his feet,"Uh, could you, give me a little space, your kinda right on top of me..." Foxy backed up,"Sorry, I haven't interacted with humans in a while...a bit rusty I guess," he rubbed the back of his head, sitting back near the dashboard where he fell yesterday.
The sound of pawsteps marked Bonnie's approach and Mike slammed the door shut, nearly trapping her paw in the door, she screeched and banged on the door a couple of time before bouncing away. Foxy looked over at Mike, seeing the fear on his face,"Why do you do this job if you could die?" Mike sighed, his shoulder slumping,"I need the Money, my mother has lung cancer and no-one will hire me apart from Brock, so it's either let my mother die a painful death or work here," Mike flicked through the cameras before continuing,"But I make my mother think I'm working at the local Market, so she doesn't worry." Foxy nodded thoughtfully, curling his tail around himself before he looked up at the clock,"4 o'clock."
Mike nodded,"Can I ask you a question now Foxy?" He looked back at Mike, flicking his ear,"Okay." Mike sat back in his chair, staring at a poster just above Foxy's head,"Did you really bite off someone's Frontal lobe?" Foxy lifted a paw to his jaw, trying to make his words less slurred,"Yes, but before you judge, he deserved it." Mike nodded and the pair sat in silence for a while, Foxy occasionally coming over to look at Mike's screen until the clock chimed 6 o'clock. Mike sat up,"Quiet night tonight, strangely quiet..." Foxy nodded and struggled to his paws,"I better go back to my spot, before Brock comes in." Mike nodded and grabbed his things,"Want to walk together?" Foxy smiled and nodded, beginning to walk down the hallway with Mike, feeling more safe for the first time in many years.
Mike stood at the door of his house, looking up at the rising sun, trying to pull his key out of his pocket. Eventually he managed to get his key in and push the door open, walking through the ruined hallway. He dropped his stuff on the uneven table, walking into their bedroom. He crouched down to check on his mum, but it was completely silent in the house apart from the drip, drip, drip of water running into the buckets. His mother's breathing had stopped, her eyes misty, her face twisted in pain. Mike's mother was dead.