Mike sat in his wheel chair, infront of the now empty shop, digging through his pockets for the spare key. He managed to pull it out from it's corner and tucked it into the lock, pushing the door open and wheeling himself in. He looked up at the clock, 5:30,'Huh,' he turned, locking the door,'Brock shut up early...' He wheeled over to pirate cove, weaving through the tables to reach Foxy's curtains. He pulled them open, only to be met with an empty area apart from a message, scratched into the floorboards. Mike pulled himself out of his wheel chair, up onto the stage, growling,"Stupid legs..."
He crawled over, on his hands, managing to pull himself up so he was sitting. He narrowed his eyes, trying to read the scratchy writing,'Dear Mike, I'm so so sorry, but I'll pay the price, I'm being melted down tomorrow,' Mike shook his head, sitting back, the rest of the note unreadable. He shook his head, pulling himself back to the seat and pulling himself up into his wheel chair.
'What to do...' He sighed, gazing over to the three animatronics on the stage, narrowing his eyes. He wheeled quickly over to the door, unlocking it and pushing through, locking it behind him and beginning to wheel away from the store, muttering to himself,"I dread for any thief that tries to enter this store."
Mike scrunched his nose, cars whizzing past, heart thudding in his throat. His arms ached from the constant use, his throat burned from the amount of smoke he had inhaled. He wheeled forward, pushing open the glass door labeled,"Vipintine city trash incinerator." He took a deep breath, brushing down his clothing and wheeling forward,"Hello?" He was in a small room, a small, neat desk near the corner, two seats near the doorway and a small plant near the door to the back room.
He walked over to the desk where a man was sitting, he was wearing a neat suit and had his hair combed back neatly,"Yes?" Mike put on his most charming smile and wheeled over,"I'm Sam, from Freddy's, I'm the vice manager and I believe there was a mistake, Foxy, one of our mascots, were sent here I believe. We want him back." The man behind the desk raised any eyebrow,"I'm sorry sir, we need proof, an ID, an paycheck, anything to identify you as a employe."
Mike winced, digging through his pocket and pulling out the keys,"This are for the store." The man took it, inspecting it carefully then shrugged, dropping the key into his lap,"It's in the back room, glad to get rid of it honestly, gives me the creeps." Mike wheeled over to the door, reaching to open it then pushing himself through into the blazing hot room.
It was dimly lit, filled with trash, large and small. At the back of the room was a giant furnace, belching out heat. He the familiar shape of Foxy, though he was lying still on the ground, right near the furnace. Mike wheeled quickly forward, narrowing his eyes as he approached, coughing. It indeed was Foxy, but something was wrong. Foxy's face was completely bare of fur, his legs bent from the heat, one of his eyes were missing and, well, even when Mike shook him, the only reply he got was the sound of electricity crackling in the air.