Foxy screeched loudly, trying to struggle away from the bear, though he was weaker then earlier and even then, the Bear had more chance of winning. Mike hung his head, pain still sizzling up and down his body, mouth slack jawed. Freddy pushed Foxy to the floor, pressing his paw against Foxy's head, pushing it hard against the floor, sneering,"Old aren't you Foxy? But you were older even before you were stuffed into that suit."
Foxy screeched louder as Freddy grabbed his newly repaired arm, twitching, and yanked it nearly off,"Oh Josh, what are you going to do? Die with your human 'friend' or behave and help us upgrade him?" Foxy snapped at Freddy's leg,"Don't call me that!" He kicked Foxy against the wall with the screech of metal against the steely floor,"Call you what? Josh? Sorry if you don't like the name, Josh. Oh, sorry did I just call you Josh?" Foxy growled, though defeat was beginning to surface in his eyes.
"Now, are you going to be a good boy," Freddy sneered, looking back at Chica,"Or will you need an upgrade too?" Foxy shook his head, muttering quietly,"I-I'll behave..." Freddy smiled, twitching as he threw the iron bar down at Foxy's paws,"Now, go help your 'friend'." Mike stirred slightly, seeing Foxy approaching with a bar, he smiled, thinking his friend was coming it help. How wrong he was.
Foxy padded up to Mike, crouching infront of him, whispering,"I'm so so sorry Mike, if I don't, they'll kill you and shut me down, I promise to try and not be too...harsh." Freddy's voice growled behind him,"Hurry up Furball, I want to hear the skin bag scream." Mike gulped,"Your not going to..?!" Foxy answered his question by stabbing the steel into Mike's leg, the sound of ripping flesh filling the room and blood hitting the floor. Foxy stood, shaking,"Will you let us go now?"
Freddy smiled, twitching,"As soon as you finish." Freddy rolled three more steel bars towards him, still smiling his sick smile. Mike opened his mouth to protest but it was changed into another scream as another steel bar pierced through his skin, this time his left leg, his skin stretching, nearly completely ripping. Mike screamed yet again, blood covering his legs and shirt, his vision fading in and out, pain going from completely numb to blazing. He screeched once more, shutting his eyes, the cackling of Chica and Freddy ringing in his ears, the soft cries of Foxy as he picked up another bar.
Mike sat up, gasping for air, preparing himself for another strike of piercing pain, but it never came. Mike blinked as strong arms pushed him back down, looking across to see a Doctor. She furrowed his eyebrows,"Your awake early." Mike stuttered, looking around the small, sterile room,"W-Where am I?" The Doctor sighed, rubbing her eyes impatiently,"The hospital." Mike nodded, everything coming back to him,"What happened?" The doctor flicked her hand impatiently,"You were found in the back of Freddy's, two steel bars in your legs, with that animatronic, Foxy I believe."
Mike nodded, looking across at her,"Well you must've done a good job, my legs feel fine." The Doctor raised an eyebrow then sighed, sitting down in a chair near the bed,"Mike, I have some bad news." Mike bit his lip, muttering to himself,'How can this get any worse?' She looked across at him,"We couldn't save your legs, they were too damaged. I'm so sorry."