Guys, guys... WHAT THE BANANA?! So many views and followers within... like... 3 hours. How...? Oh never mind. I'm just going to say, thank you! It's insane. So uh, I'm gonna try to put this chapter out earlier, and if it get this out tomorrow, I didn't have enough time. But enough talk, more read.
Foxy and Freddy liked to roughhouse. Mike would watch through the cameras, and occasionally walked out of his office to act like a referee. He would break up unfair fights, and keep a point system. At the end they'd all laugh and grab a bag of chips from the kitchen. The animatronics adored Mike, and Mike adored the Animatronics. At 12 each night, they'd run to his office and immediately regale him with the tales of that days adventures in the restaurant.
Again with the roughhousing, they would get a bit damaged, but not horribly so. Sebastian would patch up the various scratches and dents while giving Mike the evil eye. Why Mike wasn't fired yet was anyone's guess.
"Mike," Sebastian said, a little sleepily. He was up all night ordering custom animatronics after all.
"How does this happen?" He asked.
What was Mike gonna say? Oh, the animatronics like to play rough after dark, and I watch it, not doing anything to stop them, and not calling a psychiatrist.
"They... Fall over and scratch themselves up on poles..." He said, almost as a question.
Sebastian obviously didn't believe him. Luckily the damage wasn't bad or Mike would be, ZOOM! You're outta here. A child with his parents walked in the store, and saw him repairing Freddy.
"Oh no Fweddy! What happened?" The little child bolted towards the table upon which Freddy was lain. Sebastian thought he probably shouldn't have began the repairs out in the open where anyone could walk in on them.
Freddy turned his head towards the child and softly spoke,
"I'm fine, Dominic. Mr. Hunter is just patching up a scratch."
"Ok. Can I go to the game room, Freddy?" The child inquired.
"Sure, but make sure you bring your parents, they're the only ones who can buy you pizza." He added a wink at the end.
The child walked along and tugged on his parent's sleeves.
"Hey, I've been seeing your posters around. You're getting some new ani-"
Someone violently rapped on the door, which was answered by Sebastian. A burly man stood at the door, smoking a cigar and holding out a clipboard.
"You Mr. Hunter?" He asked in a raspy voice.
"Uh... Yes..." He was a bit taken aback, but soon signed the clipboard, and two giant crates where wheeled in.
"You got it from here?" The man asked.
"Yeah, I got it. Thanks."
The man rubbed his forefinger and thumb together. Suggesting payment.
"Oh, yes! Sorry!" He handed them a check with a hefty amount of money printed on it. The man smiled nodded his head and walked away.
"..." Mike had fallen silent.
"Are those...?"
"Yes, Mike. Yes they are."
Ok then! I'll get out the next chapter tomorrow. What are the original animatronics going to think of Chica and Bonnie? guess we'll find out! Anyway, thanks again for all of the love! Have a good night everyone, and merry Christmas!