They continued on until they finally turned into a small street, tucked into a small corner of the city, a very quiet place. Mike began to slowly push himself further down the street to the disgrace of the tidy little area. Mike's house. Foxy gulped, looking at the small wrecked house, if you could it that,"You live here?" Mike nodded, scuffing his wheels on the pavement,"I know it's not much but-" Foxy cut in,"I think it has a certain charm." The animatronic fox looked down at his friend, eyes twinkling. Mike smiled then frowned,"Well, I don't think you'll say that when we get inside." The large fox shrugged, plodding over slowly with Mike following behind, concern obvious on his face. Mike pulled out his key, fitting it into the keyhole and pushing the door open with his shoulder, Foxy padded inside, nearly tripping over the bucket, having to flatten his ears in order to not scrape them across the ceiling. "Hole in the roof." Mike sighed pushing the bucket aside, letting Foxy recover and stumble away before he pushed it back idly and headed towards the dark room that he called the kitchen Foxy was waiting for him, sitting down on the floor,"It's nice." Mike snorted,"You've never been outside of that pizzeria, have you Foxy?" He shook his head, looking up at Mike. He felt a twinge of guilt, of course his friend had never been out of the pizzeria, he had never seen anything much, apart from when they were returning from the place that had nearly been Foxy's final resting place. He slowly began to wheel over to Fox,"This is what is normally call a dump." Foxy began, twitching his tail, an odd intelligence behind his eyes,"So what's the plan Mike, I can't go back to Freddy's and neither can you, the gang would get both of us." Mike slowly pulled himself off the chair, planning to sit down next to his friend,"I really don't know Foxy." Mike didn't dare utter his worries aloud and just lent back, careful not to pull Foxy's tail in the process."I'll tell you what Foxy." The large fox looked at him, head tilted,"What's that Mike?" Mike scratched the bottom of his neck, looking at the peeling paint on the roof,"My legs hurt like hell." He chuckled softly, then looked over at Foxy, who had quickly turned his attention elsewhere,"Can we not talk about that Mike?" Mike still doesn't know what caused him to say such venomous words that day, the tiredness, the grief, the worries? But either way, it was something that he could never take back, no matter how hard he tried.

"This is your fault Foxy." Mike suddenly spat, glaring at the Fox's side. He was unaware of the anger that was growing inside him, bubbling angrily, clawing and biting to spill out."All your fault, my disability, my poverty, my sleepless nights-" Mike was suddenly cut short by Foxy's paw clamping over his mouth, eyes burning into his,"It's not my fault. Why would you even say that?!" Mike growled in frustration, thrusting Foxy's paw off,"It is. You wanna know why? Remember that bite of '87? Yeah? Well-" Foxy's face twisted into pain of the mention of that incident,"Mike don't." Mike spat, ignoring his friend's plea,"That man lived in agony for the rest of his life! His son couldn't provide for his mother or father because his family was believed cursed! That man died in the middle of the night, screaming, his wife shaking, her hand in his, his son standing in the doorway, seeing everything! That man was my father!"Foxy's face of pain suddenly changed into that of surprise, Mike's final words ringing in his ears,"W-what?" Mike suddenly realised what he said,"F-foxy, I-I'm...I-I didn't mean..." The fox stared at him, then looked away, kicking back against the floor from Mike. The anger that had stirred in Mike had suddenly turned into cold regret, making Mike pull himself back onto his chair. Foxy looked away from Mike and stood, his ears scraping up against the roof. "Why did you keep this from me.." Foxy's voice was cold, completely void of feelings, exactly like you would expect a robot's voice to sound like. Mike stuttered, groping for a way to take it back,"F-foxy I'm so so-" Foxy turned to look at Mike, his turn to look terrifying, anger blazing away in the way he moved, the way he looked at Mike, he snarled,"Just answer the question..." Mike gulped, not seeing his friend, only a cold machine, a broken machine, a machine that could kill and would kill,"The whole time."/"Foxy nodded, his anger lessening,"Makes sense." Mike nodded hopefully, wheeling closer. Foxy looked over, anger melting faster then ever,"I'm sorry Mike." Mike frowned,"What for? It was me." Foxy smiled, plodding over and sitting down. /div
"Mike sat close to his friend, their chatter now quite loud and rambunctious, they're current topic being how scared the manager would be if he had Mike's place, well former place. Foxy sighed, content. Mike chuckled softly to himself,"Hey Foxy?" Foxy blinked, shuffling to become more comfortable,"Yeah?" Mike smiled,"I have an idea, that I think you'll like. A little,"Fuck you" to the gang." Foxy smiled,"Go on."

Mike pushed the door to Freddy's open, grinning almost as wide as all the kids that were enjoying their pizza and playing around with their friends. Mike pulled out the camera he had stolen, because, obviously, he didn't have the money. He placed it down in one of the brakes in the wall, and angled it so it was pointed at the gang, pressed record. He waltzed towards the gang, making sure he was in view of many people, just as a precaution. Mike announced quite loudly,"Chicka needs feeding! Freddy needs to be redressed and Bonnie, well he just needs a lotta hugs!" He smiled victoriously as the kids eagerly came rushing over prodding, pulling and climbing all over the statues. He sat back, watching the kids shove pizza into Chicka's mouth, wiping their greasy hands over her. He then turned his attention to Bonnie, who stood rather alone apart from the occasional kid. But the thing that brought joy to Mike was the sound of Freddy's fur ripping as kids groped at him. Mike quickly stood and ran over to the camera and pressed stop, jogging out as fast as he could without looking suspicious, then continued home to the waiting Foxy.

Hey everyone, thanks for sticking with me the whole way. Oh and, I'm doing a sequel! :D For now, Blood out/strong/div