Mike winced slightly as the Bear's grip tightened, lifting Mike from the chair. He was limp in Freddy's paws, though not as limp so Freddy didn't think he was an empty suit. His legs dangled over the chair, knocking it occasionally with his feet. Freddy began to dash down the hallway, to the closet where all the back-up suits were, Mike now slung over his shoulder. Mike began to hiss insults, trying to straighten himself up so he didn't have a mouthful of dirty, fake fur. Finally the sound of Freddy slowing down and pushing open a door signalled Mike's wish was soon to be fulfilled.
Mike felt himself being lifted above a suit, when he was suddenly dropped, not forced, NEXT to the suit. Screeches began to fill the room and the clatter of masks and hanging suits sounded loudly. Mike looked up, to see Foxy and Freddy fighting. The bear had his paws on Foxy's arm and was tugging at it harshly while Foxy had his sharp fangs around Freddy's other arm. Foxy hissed at Mike, using his foot to motion for him to run. Mike stood, shaking his head and began to search for a weapon while avoiding the fighting pair. In the corner there was a screwdriver for repairs of the machines and Mike rushed over, adrenalin beginning to take effect, the feeling fizzling like electricity down his body.
He rushed over when the horrible sound of metal rubbing against each other filled his ears and Foxy's distorted cry filled the store, making Mike wince. Freddy had managed to pull the arm free and had grabbed Foxy's jaw again, tugging it even further down then before. Mike leaped onto Freddy's back and plunged the screwdriver into the mechanics between the his head and his shoulders and Freddy let go, wheeling back against the wall, crushing Mike.
Foxy tumbled to his knees, his jaw hanging lim against his chest, a few wires sticking out from between the jaw end and chin. Freddy fell face forward, growling and twitching. Mike kicked Freddy, hissing insults at him as he pulled the screwdriver out of his works. He rushed over to Foxy, sitting down beside him. Mike winced, looking at the jaw, holding the screwdriver in his hand,"I might be able to fix it so you can speak again, but you have to stay still."
Foxy nodded slightly and began to sit still as Mike worked on his jaw, reconnecting wires and fixing broken joints. Eventually, Mike sat back,"Try speaking." Foxy nodded,"Test." Mike nodded, looking at his handy-work, then he frowned, looking down at the fox,"Why did you risk your lif- I mean..no, Life is the right word...why did you risk your life for me?" Foxy, smiled weakly, able to smile now since Mike fixed his jaw,"Friends help each other don't they?" Mike nodded, sliding over to sit beside him,"Friends help each other and, well, I guess we could consider each other good friends."