"Mikey! Mikey don't run!" Chica's worried voice followed him before heavy foot steps were heard following him. "Mikey come back here."

Mike didn't slow down managing to get into the office panting slightly and wincing as he tripped over the strap of his duffel bag, pain shooting through his knees as he hit the floor making him aware this couldn't be a dream..dreams didn't hurt. He remembered to hit the button on the door shutting one but not the other. Chica stood at the window looking in before hurrying off to get Freddy or Foxy. She was sure Mikey had hurt his self falling since he appeared to be crying but she couldn't get to him.

Mike took a moment to catch his breath before he started to dig around in his bag. He pulled out the old stuffed toy Foxy and hugged it tight to him as he tried to stay calm. This had to be a dream, it couldn't be real even though the pain throbbing through his knees were a painful reminded that it wasn't. He just grabbed the tablet off the desk but realized the cameras had been mostly disabled to be worked on. The doors at least would stay shut...wait fuck only one door was shut. He quickly reached up to get the other door shut but it didn't work properly, making a loud screeching noise as it started to shut. However it only shut three fourths of the way. Mike tried not to panic just scooted underneath the desk.

"Just a dream. It's just a dream." he muttered to his self as he rocked back and forth holding the toy close. He didn't hear anyone come running or heavy foot steps so he started to calm down a little bit, not enough to think clearly though.

He wasn't sure how long he was under there but just stayed there hugging the old toy and crying. He never heard the door that hadn't shut properly being dragging up and the scrap of the hook against metal. He was still too upset to look up as Foxy bent down to look under the desk and saw Mikey.

"Little mate, you shouldn't have tried to run and hide like this. Come on out and let me look you over, Chica said it looked like you took a little tumble."Foxy tried to coax softly. They would have to keep a closer eye on the lad. Running like he did, he could have fallen and hurt his self. "Come on Mikey we'll go play a game like always..you wouldn't want ole Captain Foxy to go without his favorite little first mate, now would ye?" he tired hoping maybe a little adventure game would cheer his little first mate up. "Mikey?"

Mike didn't move just shook his head and refused to move.

"Okay lad. I'll leave you be for now." Foxy said knowing forcing the kid out would do them no good. He pulled back and glanced towards the one open door shaking his head at the others who were watching. He stepped outside the door and sat down in the hall. They were more then willing to wait out their little one.

Mike wasn't sure how long he stayed there but shortly hearing a chime and glancing at the tablet telling him it was almost six. He would soon be able to get out of this. However his hope was dashed the moment he heard the phone on the desk ring then click on but Mike dared not move for fear of alerting one of the animatronics.

"Hullo? Hello Mikey! I hope you're having a good time..I have some bad news though. Seems that snow storm moved in faster then we thought..I tried to leave my place to come get you since I know you don't have a car but it's impossible to leave and it looks like it will be that way for a few days. So yay for you it's an early long weekend! Plus lots of new games and toys to try that are there so I doubt you'll be bored. Listen I know this will be kind of rough but we'll make sure you're properly compensated for being stuck there." The new owner's voice came over the line.

A sound too high for Mike to hear also played in the background of the phone call. Foxy's ears perked up as he listened, the sound over riding anything the human voice on the line was saying. The message he received sent every protective instinct in him into over drive and he was up on his feet listening intently to it.

"No!" Mike said scrambling out from under the desk and picking up the phone. "Hello? Hello can you hear me?" he said franticly but all he could hear was static on the line. "No you can't leave me here." he said whimpering as he could hear the woman still talking but clearly she couldn't hear him. Mike remembered briefly that the phones were suppose to be worked on tomorrow and while getting calls was possible, sending them wasn't.

When it was clear that he wasn't going to get through he got angry and pulled the cheap phone free of it's cord and threw it against the wall where it smashed into pieces.

"Micheal!" Foxy scolded quickly stepping into the office. "We don't throw things." he scolded.

Far too angry at this point and beyond upset to be properly afraid Mike turned on Foxy glaring at him.

"Fuck you!" Mike shouted unable to stop his self. "Fuck you! Fuck all of you! This is bull shit!"

"Now enough of that lad. You know strong language isn't for tykes like you!"Foxy said. "I don't even use it myself and I'm a pirate. Now I understand you are upset boyo but we need ye to calm down."

"No! Leave me alone."Mike shouted grabbing the nearest heavy object off the desk and throwing it at Foxy, the tall animatronic easily dodged the book and the next set of items that were thrown at him.

Mike's cursing getting louder and much worse. When he picked up the fan to toss it Foxy had had enough. He grabbed the boy's wrist and wrapped his arm around Mikey's waist hauling him up and off his feet. Mike dropped the fan but he started to kick and struggle fighting to get away from the other.

However the old fox didn't let go or loosen his grip but he did adjust it so he was cradling the upset boy close to him. Mikey continued to scream and rant finally dissolving into exhausted crying his fingers tightly wound in the animatronic's shirt.

"Get some rest boyo. It's okay. Old Foxy's got you, I'll be keeping you safe from now on." Foxy said rocking the boy in his arms. He managed to snag the forgotten toy off the floor smiling at the clearly well loved mini version of him. He tucked it into Mikey's arms, the other already have asleep from the out burst that clearly took far too much energy. Mikey no longer had the will to fight. He trapped here at the mercy of the these murderous animatronics that clearly were intent on treating him like some..some child.

"You, Freddy and I are going to have a little talk about the naughty things you just need after you've gotten some sleep." he added as the chime alerting him to the fact it was six went off.