"Ah!"

Mike's breathing was wild as he slammed the door shut on Bonnie, locking the animatronic out. The other door was closed as well; he couldn't risk Freddy getting in, and he was already loose. Chica was closing in as well and Foxy was in his last position as he got ready to sprint down the hallway. The power was draining rapidly and it was only four. 20% left for night five.

Oh god oh god oh god! Please! Please hurry, time! Mike thought desperately, mind in a frenzy as he quickly checked the left door for Bonnie. He was still there.

Freddy's laugh echoed from outside, deep and menacing. Mike swallowed nervously and checked the door again. Bonnie's shadow was gone, indicating he was as well. Mike opened the door and then took a peek at the cameras. Foxy was still there, golden eyes glowing eerily white in the darkness.

11% left. It was five A.M.

Sighing in relief, Mike checked the left door. Chica wasn't there, nor was Freddy anywhere near. Instead, he was in the showroom, pupils pinpricks in the background. Mike opened the left door and checked the other. Suddenly, Freddy laughed again. Mike's eyes widened and he turned to the left door . . . only to be scared as the animatronic bear sprang at him.

"Fuck!" Mike shouted, falling backwards. Freddy grabbed his shoulders and held him tightly with his large hands. The security guard cried out in pain and thrashed. He needed to get away! Mike threw a few punches, trying to make Freddy drop him before he could get him out of the office. A strong metal hand was around his neck the next second, squeezing fiercely. Mike choked and gasped for breath. He put both hands on Freddy's and attempted to push him off as his face turned blue from lack of oxygen.

Mike kicked out as Freddy lifted him off the ground and took a step forward. His vision was blurring and his hands began to go numb as his body fell unconscious. His fighting started to fade . . .

Mike sucked in a large, choking breath, mouth wide open. His hands were at his neck, tenderly rubbing the abused flesh. He coughed several times, pain induced tears escaping his eyes as he slumped over. Freddy stood deactivated in front of him, his arm still out from where he'd strangled the security guard.

I'm alive . . . I'm alive . . .

Mike gazed around the now lit office, still struggling to catch his breath. His throat was raw and scratchy, and he was sure he'd have to wear a turtleneck for the next week or more.

Come on. Get up.

Mike stood up shakily, using the wall to assist him. His legs trembled beneath him as he got to his feet. He felt weak. Mike started a slow journey out of the office, stumbling near blindly around, just trying to keep at least one hand on the wall. Finally, he reached the doors and exited the pizzeria. The cool night air felt amazing on his hot skin, and he sighed before starting towards his car.

"D-" Mike choked on the word as he entered his apartment at 6:15. He struggled to wet his throat so he could speak. Then he tried again.

"D-Doll?" he called in a hoarse whisper. He shut the front door behind him and then wobbled forward. He threw his keys down on the coffee table and then made his way to their bedroom. He pushed the door open and was met with an empty bedroom. A small white note was sitting on the bed. Mike walked forward the last few steps. He picked it up.

Good morning, Mikey! Sorry I can't be there when you get home; I got a work call. I had to go in early. Don't worry, I should be back around noon. I made you some breakfast. It's sitting on the table. Just warm it up, okay? Have a good day, and see you when I get home.

Hugs and kisses, Doll

The imprint of her bright red lipstick covered the last inch of the sticky note. Mike stared at the note blankly. He felt his heart fall in his chest. He needed Doll right now, more than ever. He needed someone loving and sweet to cheer him up, take care of him.

Mike couldn't move. He just didn't have the energy. So instead of going to eat breakfast, he fell forward onto the bed, laying limply on his stomach. His legs hung off the end of the bed from the knee down.

His eyes fluttered closed.

"Mikey? Mikey, you home?"

Mike's vision blurred as he struggled to open his eyes. His head began to pound immediately and he groaned loudly. It became a strangled cough halfway through, however, and he rolled into his side. His limbs were still weak and shaky from earlier. He heard footsteps down the hall.

"Mikey? I saw you didn't eat breakfast, are you okay?" Doll called again, her voice getting closer. Mike inhaled sharply through his nose and rolled completely onto his back. Finally, Doll's pretty face appeared in the doorway. Her blue eyes widened dramatically when she saw him.

"Oh, Mike!" Doll exclaimed, dropping her purse. She rushed forward, blonde hair rushing out in a cloud behind her. She grabbed Mike's arm and sat him up.

"My poor baby! Look at you! What happened?" Doll took his face in her hands and looked into his eyes. "Can you speak?"

Mike opened his mouth and replied, "K-kinda." He coughed again.

Doll stood up. "Let me get you some water and painkillers." She sped off, low-heeled shoes clicking on the hardwood floor of the hallway. A minute later, she came back with a glass of water and two pills in her hand. "Here; take these."

Mike nodded and took the things from her. "Thanks, honey," he whispered, popping the aspirin into his mouth and then took a drink of water. Doll sat down on the bed next to him again. She rubbed his back gently.

"What happened this time?" she asked quietly.

Mike hesitated. "Freddy." A grim smile wormed its way over his face.

Doll frowned and took the nearly empty water glass from him. "Does it hurt still?"

Mike shrugged. "Eh. A bit." His voice was rough. Doll held his hand.

"My poor Mikey. I'm sorry I couldn't be here when you got home. Here, why don't you lay down?" Doll gently helped him move upwards so he was actually on the pillows. She put a hand to his forehead. "You feel warm. I'll get a washcloth." She walked to the bathroom and retrieved a rag, getting it wet. She came back and wiped his forehead.

"You don't have to . . . do this," Mike said as she cooled his bruised neck.

"Of course I do; you're my man." Doll put a leg up and moved it over Mike, then pulled herself up so she was sitting on him with both legs on either side of his body. "I want you to feel better." She leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. Mike returned the gesture, weariness still softening his movements.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" Mike asked, giving her a weak yet true smile. He placed his hands on her hips and squeezed gently.

"Well, maybe not enough," Doll replied sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes at him. She tapped her fingers on his chest and then ran one down to his stomach.

"Oh. Well then." Mike grinned. "Love you, Doll."

Doll leaned down and kissed him again. "Love you too, Mikey."