NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES
WARNINGS
Frequent cursing
Angst
Mistreatment to a lesser being
Mentions of murder
DISCLAIMER
This is based upon the video game franchise Five Nights At Freddy's, all rights for the characters and the world they interact inside belong solely to Scott Cawthon. We own nothing but the writing.
Please give credit to those who deserve it. Thank you.
Mike glances back over at the door.
And again and again and again.
Are they coming?
Did they forget?
Do they not want to?
…did they give up?
His shoulders slump when then door doesn't open again, a foreboding presence that looms over him even at a hundred feet away. It doesn't swing open, Abby only smiles knowingly, and he's left to wait for the next customer.
The next customer to snatch him away and play doll with.
"Hi!"
"Welcome to-!"
"Sorry, Mike!"
Caleb races forward, hand covering a part of his shoulder as he moves, clear screams of profanity filtering through the fingers as the ex-lead guard perks up immediately.
"Egged Jackass!"
"CALEB! YOU'RE SMUGGLING ME!"
"I think that's the wrong word," the little boy begins, carefully removing his hand before offering it to Mike, the man immediately leaping into it with a wide smile.
"No, pretty sure you're literally smuggling me," the blonde guard growls, gently whacking Caleb's neck before waving down at Mike.
"Hey dude! Sorry we're late. This one kept arguing whether or not he should have an 'adult' with him."
"Hell Spawn's got a point with not needing your ass to take care of him."
"You know what I meant!"
Mike winks up at the giggling boy before slumping into the grasp, those giant fingers lightly curling around him to give support as they wonder off to some corner.
It should be nerve wracking that Caleb, the little boy who just turned nine, is able to hold him in one hand. With room to spare if he might add. Room that was quickly taken up by Eggs Benedict as he flops onto the palm, taking up as much room as he can.
"Woah. My hand."
"Actually, it's my hand. Just sharing with you 'cause I'm nice like that."
"Jackass."
"Aw! You still remember my pet name!"
"And what was mine?"
"Mr. Asshole Jr."
Eggs grins at the glare given, glancing up at Caleb before moving closer to their friend as the hand gently wraps around them.
Mike can't help but feel surprised by the action, the night guards never having grabbed him like this before unless they were about to hug him. He's been held like this before, never this careful and never with someone else with him, but he just never had his family do it for seemingly no reason.
He didn't know if it was a good thing, or a bad thing. And with Eggs apparently knowing it would come...
"Look what I found!" Caleb stage whispers. His gaze lands on his two friends, carefully holding them close before darting over to a space of the shelf between the wall and a box for a cat tree. With careful movements he then crawls in the space before lying down, once again making sure the precious lives in his hands were safe from harm the entire time.
Finally they're freed onto the bottom of the shelf, the little boy giggling at a job well done as he curls up in the shadows.
"Nice job, Hell Spawn," Mike can't help but praise, eyes wide when those bright eyes lock onto him with a sigh of content, Fredbear hugged close with both arms.
"We miss you, Mike."
"And I miss you guys," he murmurs, hand resting on the giant forehead in front of him. The human leans into his touch, clearly wanting more but still satisfied with the fact the guard was still there. After so long and they finally knew where he was. Finally knew he was safe.
And he won't be leaving either, apparently. But Scott said he had a solution for that.
"Wait, are you hiding from Phone Guy!"
"Maybe," Caleb smiles. A glare appears and the little boy moves just a tad closer to his friend, curling around them as Eggs grins wickedly. It only grows when Mike's glare fades away from the adorable little ploy to get out of trouble.
"Shut up, Jackass."
"You're such a pushover you know that?"
"Is that supposed to be a fucking pun?"
"Eh, Fritz does it better."
As the sounds of the store getting busier grew, Mike was treated to being able to just sit. No hands reaching out to grab him. No humans claiming he needed to be the 'welcoming committee'. No one even saying he had to stay or leave. The man was able to talk with Eggs, leaning against Caleb, or he could go back to where he was.
Up high. Where little fuckers could grab his ass in seconds. Not just the kids, either.
"Hey, Mike. You okay?" the blonde guard suddenly questions, noticing how silent their friend had gotten between their conversations.
Which, would make sense, if the guy's emotional about tomatoes, but he really doesn't think so. Wait...
"Are you emotional about tomatoes? Cause I'll tell David to stop dropping the poor things down the drain."
"I mean, it is a cruel fate," Mike smiles. It falls however when he sees a certain pair of shoes walking by yet again. The pair he's been dreading even though it hasn't even been an hour of talking between friends.
"I...I need to go."
"Would you like some help?" Caleb offers, sitting up as much as he can in the small space.
"Like tell the bitch she SHALL NOT PASS!"
"What the fuck does that even mean!" the ex-lead guard demands, shoving at Eggs' uncontrollable laughter as a gentle finger pokes him. He only laughs harder, kicking at the digit to let him laugh himself to death in peace.
"I think we broke him."
"Don't tell Scott."
"MIKE!"
Caleb can't help but whimper at the scream from Abby, Eggs clapping his hands over his ears. And the dickhead was across the store! And if she was loud here, then he wants to punch her goddamn face for screaming closer to other shrunken humans!
They then stare at Mike only walking to the edge of the shelf before turning around to grasp it, carefully lowering himself down before falling the few inches to the ground.
"Caleb, stay here until she cools down a bit. Or until one of the others find you, okay?"
The man smiles widely when he gets a nod in return, the boy's hand silently asking if he can pick Eggs up as the mechanic nods in agreement, allowing those gentle fingers to wrap around him.
"Be careful, Mike."
"We'll see you tomorrow."
"I'll be here."
With that he races away from their hiding spot, wanting to put as much distance as possible between them and the furious store manager. Which, in hind sight, really shouldn't be pissed at him, but logic and reason never fucking had a goddamn place together in this screwed up world anyway.
"Abby!"
"Where have you been!"
Mike waits as the human stomps toward him, allowing his breathing to grow heavy at seeing her stand only a foot away and about a hundred feet above him.
He could get crushed at any second. He could get kicked across the room. He could be fed to the other animals. He could be a lot of things right now.
Weird how he only really cares about this now than any other time.
"The last customer set me on a high shelf, Abby. I-"
Mike nearly screams as a hand shoots out, snatching him into a tight fist as he struggles against it. With fear. With pain. With the want to get free.
Caleb! Caleb help me! PLEASE!
"Your job is to be up front every time there is a customer, Mike! Every, time! No more, no less! And you can't do one simple job!"
The ex-lead guard shakes his head, knowing what was about to happen. He shakes his head, and shakes it and shakes it, tears streaming down his cheeks.
It didn't stop her from carelessly tossing him onto the counter, his chest aching from the brunt of the force before sliding to a stop on his side.
"If they come in one more time, I'll just put you with the rest."
There's no answer, only a groan of protest as he slowly blinks his eyes open. A smile then appears when he sees Caleb racing out of the store, Eggs safely in his grasp as they run home.
"So," Abby breathes, flopping back into the chair and flipping her hair back.
Two people came in and didn't buy anything. All because of the stupid Mini-Me not being where he was supposed to be. She was nice, forgiving, allowed him to have his fun, but now it's getting tiring.
He's staying here, and there was nothing that could be done about it.
"Ready for another day, Mike?"
The man hesitates before slowly sitting up, wincing at the bruise that was guaranteed to form. One glance down at the glass below him and he sees the place that was going to be his permanent home. Caleb would tell Scott what happened, everyone what happened, and they'll stop seeing him.
He doesn't want it to happen, but he doesn't want the others getting in trouble because of him. But at least they're safe. Safe and taken care of.
...if only he was there with them.
"Sure, Abby. I'm ready."