Haruka's House - Friday, January 7th, 1994.

Since Christmas, Porfirio had been quite reasonable and level-headed. He had been treating her with an uncharacteristic level of affection that she had no explanation for. Haruka suspected that something had changed that day, when she had noticed that he hadn't had a mood swing since. She couldn't be sure of what had changed to cause Porfirio to act more like a normal boyfriend would, but she didn't question it. Two weeks without any of his bizarre behaviour was more than welcome. She lounged on her bed as she chatted on the phone with Porfirio.

"So, when can I see you next?" he asked, followed by purring.

Haruka giggled. "It sounds like you have a friend already there."

Porfirio groaned. "Kowalski! Get off of me!"

She laughed as she heard the purring get louder. Muffled, she heard, "Agh! Cat, stop!"

"Hi Kowalski~!" she sang. "It's nice to hear from you!"

The purring went away as Porfirio managed to move his cat aside. "There we go. Sorry about that, sweetheart. What were we talking about?"

"When are we seeing each other next?"

"Ah, right."

"How about at my house?" Haruka suggested.

"That would be nice."

"That's great!" After a brief pause, she added. "So, I was thinking: wouldn't it be nice to spend some time with some friends?"

"What friends? You know Anthony and I haven't been on speaking terms," Porfirio pointed out.

Haruka sighed. "You're still not?"

"No," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Well, it doesn't have to be Anthony."

Porfirio went quiet.

"Love?"

"Sorry. Just what 'friends' are you talking about? I don't have any friends. None that still like me, at least."

She spoke sweetly with concern in her voice. "Darling, you know that's not true. Anthony still likes you. Why wouldn't he? Besides, you have other friends."

"No, I don't," he stated flatly.

"What about Mike? He seemed quite nice. Aren't you friends with him?"

"No," he grumbled. "He's not my friend."

"Why don't we change that, then?" Haruka suggested.

He made a few sounds of protest, none of them being discernible words.

"Come on, it'll be fun. I was thinking we could relax at my house. What's harm with at least trying?"

"I…" He mumbled something before continuing. "I suppose."

She smiled contently. "You'll have to give me his phone number."

"I don't have it," Porfirio said.

"You know where he lives, so you may as well invite him personally, then," she told him.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes," Haruka stated firmly. "He's visiting us, so you're going to have to get used to the idea of spending time with him."

"I don't want to!" Porfirio snapped. "Why are you so insistent about this?"

She frowned, "I just think it would do you well to make some new friends, that's all."

"I have you!" he shouted. After realizing how harsh his tone of voice had become, he calmly added, "Isn't that all I need?"

Haruka smiled to herself. "That's kind of you, but you need a broader social life than just me. It'd be best if you at least tried. Just one visit, alright?."

He sighed in defeat. "Okay, fine, we'll have Mike over."

"I can't wait! See you two tomorrow! Bye for now. I love you!" With that, Haruka hung up, putting the phone down with a shaky hand. She decided to go for a walk, hoping it would help to ease her anxiety about the day to come.

Mike's Apartment - Friday, January 7th, 1994

Mike heard a knock at the door, and dragged himself away from his couch to answer it. He saw Porfirio standing on the other side, causing him to pale in fear.

"O-Oh, um, hi…" he smiled nervously at him, worried about why he was there. "W-What's up…?"

Porfirio sighed, still dreading the very idea of spending time with Mike, or just about anyone for that matter. "I came to… ask if you wanted to visit tomorrow. At Haruka's, I mean."

His eyes widened. "But I thought you hated, I mean, um, didn't like me…" The memory of their encounter on Christmas Eve was fresh in his mind, which he still felt the sting from. Although Porfirio had apologized, the insults still lingered.

"I said I didn't. I told you; I wanted to be alone," he justified.

"Okay…" Mike mumbled.

"So, you'll come?"

"Can I bring Fritz?" he inquired shyly. "I-I mean, um, if it's alright, uh…" Mike groaned. "Oh, who am I kidding? I know you don't like him! What's your problem with him, anyway? One moment you're insulting him, then the next you're complimenting him. I don't get it!"

"I don't know." He shifted uncomfortably, keeping his hands in his pockets and refusing to meet his gaze. He hesitated before telling him, "You can bring him along, I guess."

"Really? Awesome!" Mike beamed. "Uh, I'll see you tomorrow, then." He relaxed some, comforted by the assurance that he would at least have someone to protect him if things went sideways. Of course, just having Fritz with him in general was always welcomed.

Porfirio stood awkwardly at the door, unsure of how to continue the conversation. Instead of attempting to, he simply said, "Yeah, see you then," and ventured outside for a smoke.

Mike shut the door and plopped back down on the couch, took the phone and dialed Fritz's number to tell him about their new weekend plans. He knew Tristan and Rosemary would still be with him, but figured he could ask someone to watch over them for an afternoon.

"Fritz speakin'," he heard on the other end of the line.

"Hey," Mike began.

"Always great to hear from ya," he replied fondly as he recognized the caller immediately.

He reclined on the couch, resting against the plush cushion propped up behind him. "So, uh, what are you doing?"

"Just a bit of cleanin'. I can't leave the place in a tip."

A smile spread across his lips. "I know how you feel about keeping the house clean."

He chuckled. "Ya know me so well. And what are ya up to?" Fritz asked.

"Not much, really. Uh, Porfirio asked me if I wanted to visit tomorrow."

Fritz went deathly quiet. "... He did what?"

"He asked if I wanted to visit. It was his girlfriend's idea, apparently. She'd be hosting it," Mike explained.

"And you're not sure if ya want to go?"

"Uh, no, it's not that. I said I would, but I asked if you could come with me. He agreed to it, so… are you busy tomorrow?" Mike inquired.

"Well, I have my kids with me until Monday, so…"

"Please, Fritz? I don't want to go alone."

Fritz took a few moments to consider the proposed plan before saying, "Sure, I'll go with ya. Do ya need a ride?"

"Yeah…" he mumbled.

"Somethin' botherin' ya there?"

"I shouldn't be relying on you to drive me around," he uttered sadly.

"No worries, Mikey, I'm happy to give ya a lift someplace when ya need one."

"Thanks."

"I'm happy to," he reassured him. "I love ya, and ya know I'd do anythin' for ya."

Mike grinned. "I love you, too. Thanks for coming with me. I mean, after that thing with Anthony, y-you know…"

"I get it. I'd be uncomfortable spending time alone with him as well. Try not to worry about it; I'll be there with ya," Fritz assured him.

On Fritz's end, Mike heard the sound of a child wailing loudly. It sounded like someone had gotten hurt.

Fritz swore under his breath. "That can't be good. I'll talk to you later. Love ya!" With that, he hung up. Mike hoped that whatever has happened wasn't too serious.

He decided to read a book to pass the time as he waited for the coming visit. As much as the idea of spending time with Porfirio scared him, he focused on the other parts that would be more pleasant. Mike considered the idea that this outing might change his perspective in some way as well, but doubted it.

Haruka's House - Saturday, January 8th, 1994

Mike and Fritz waited on the doorstep for Haruka to let them in. Mike looked up at his boyfriend with nervousness as he prepared to enter.

Fritz gave his hand a squeeze to comfort him along with a smile. "You'll be fine," he told him.

Haruka opened the door. "Hey, welcome!" she cheered. "Come on in!"

They came inside and slipped off their coats and shoes. It only took Mike a few moments to notice Porfirio standing in the hall doorway, watching them. He was tempted to retreat behind Fritz, but managed to will himself to stand his ground.

"How's it goin', Porfirio?" Fritz asked to break the tension.

"Fine, I guess," he replied.

The room was filled with an awkward silence after this as no one spoke for a while after that. Eventually, Haruka took the lead. "Why don't we watch something?"

"That sounds like a fine idea," Fritz agreed. Haruka took the guests down the hall into the living room. Porfirio settled down on the couch, still not offering anything in terms of conversation. Instead, he let himself drift into deep thought, with an odd expression coming over him. Only Fritz noticed this as Mike and Haruka were busy at the video cabinet, yet he did not comment on it.

"What's this?" Mike inquired, pulling a VHS off of the shelf and looking at it quizzically.

"Ah, that's one of my favourites," she replied. "In Japan, we have these cartoons called anime. Some are for kids and others are for adults."

He nodded and continued to stare at the case. "What does this say? What's it about?"

"Sailor Moon," Haruka explained. "It's about a girl named Usagi who learns that she and her friends need to save the universe from the evil Dark Kingdom!"

"That sounds really cool! But…" He hesitated and moved to set the tape back down. "It looks like a girl show."

"Anime can be made for either gender, but people openly like both back home. Dragon Ball is a popular one, and both men and women enjoy it, even though it's for guys. Go for it!" she encouraged him. "We can watch it if you'd like."

"Um, okay… But is it in English?"

"It isn't, but there are subtitles."

"Oh okay, let's watch it!"

Haruka smiled and took the tape from him, taking it over to the VCR and setting it up. Mike bounded over to Fritz and joined him on the couch, who had sat on the opposite end from Porfirio. Once Haruka had started the show, she sat in the remaining spot and hit play. After she had gotten it set up, she leaned over to her boyfriend and asked him, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he replied quietly, offering a slight smile. Haruka held his hand and turned her attention to the show.

As they watched each episode, Mike became increasingly enthralled with the show. Any and all doubts he had about watching it had vanished. Fritz glanced at him, chuckling as he saw that he was sitting on the edge of his seat and leaning forward toward the screen. "Enjoyin' the show, I see," he commented, receiving no answer.

"Usagi, no!" Mike shrieked as the Sailor Guardians found themselves in a seemingly hopeless situation. In the nick of time, Tuxedo Mask swept in to save them. He cheered as they were rescued and given the power to rise up against their opponents.

Porfirio tensed up, sharply turning to Mike and yelling, "Shut the hell up," despite him not having been very loud to begin with.

He quieted down and looked to Fritz for assistance, afraid of making a wrong move. Fritz put an arm around him and held him close, softly saying, "Ya didn't do anythin' wrong. Ignore him. He's bein' a spaz again." Mike simply nodded and rested against him.

Haruka frowned and looked at him with concern. She lightly took his hand in hers, only to have him flinch and yank his hand back, backing up as far away from her as he could, as if her touch had burned him. He peered around the room in an anxious and panicked manner.

"Get away from me!" he cried.

"Porfirio, what has gotten into you?" she demanded.

Instead of answering her, he continued to examine the room. Too focused on getting away from Haruka, he tumbled off of the couch. Once he had gotten to his feet, he fled from the room. She had called after him, but he ignored her.

She broke down crying; hiding her face in her hands as tears poured down her smooth skin. Mike instinctively wrapped his arms around her to comfort her.

"Ignore him; he's bein' an idiot," Fritz consoled her.

"H-He was doing so well! I don't understand!" she sobbed.

"What do ya mean?"

Haruka wiped her tears with her sleeve and explained, "Since C-Christmas, he's been so k-kind, even affectionate… B-But now he's having one of his mood swings again! I hate it w-when he does this! H-He suddenly goes so harsh and withdrawn!"

"He's not normally affectionate?" Mike questioned.

"No… He's usually q-quite guarded, e-even when he's in a good mood… T-That's just how he is."

Fritz stood and said, "Let me handle it." He marched down the hall to the front door, where he caught Porfirio about to step out the door while doing up his coat. "And where do ya think you're goin'?"

"To have a damn cigarette," he growled. He swore at him under his breath as he stomped outside and slammed the door behind him.

Fritz returned back to the living room and told them, "I'll be outside dealin' with him. I'll get to the bottom of this."

"Thank you…" Haruka sniffled, wiping away more tears.

"And I'll be here for you!" Mike enthused. "Um… Oh, I know what'll cheer you up!" He spun around with his back turned to her, grinning. He shot his hand straight up above him and called out "Moon Prism Power! Make-up!" He held his arms straight out in a 'v' shape by his sides and twirled around a few times. He stopped facing her and waited a second for the imaginary magical ribbons to wrap around him and create the signature leotard worn by the Sailor Guardians. Mike spun around in a full circle before crossing his wrists in front of his forehead and pausing for the imaginary gloves and boots to appear.

Haruka giggled as she watched Mike enthusiastically recreate the Sailor Moon transformation sequence. Fritz, however, excused himself to deal with Porfirio after watching part of it.

Mike continued on, much too focused on his magical transformation to notice him leave. He pulled his left leg up high and brought his arms back down into their original position at his sides and spun until his left side was facing her. He crouched down some and sprung up quickly while bringing his arms down straight. He continued his twirl as the imaginary accessories appeared. Finally turning to face Haruka one last time, beaming, he snapped into his final dramatic pose. He held his one hand to his forehead, almost making a 'v' with his index and middle finger with the other two curled into his palm, along with his other hand resting on his hip.

To top off his impressively accurate performance, he called out "Pretty sailor soldier of justice, Sailor Moon!" while continuing to mimic the poses. "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" He held his final pose with pride for several seconds before returning to a normal position once more. "Well, how was that?"

Haruka clapped excitedly and smiled some, despite her sadness. "That was great!" she applauded him.

"Thanks!" Mike sat down beside her and said, "I know it wasn't perfect, but I tried my best!"

"That was actually really good! Of course, no one can float in the air like she does," she joked.

"Did it help you feel any better?"

"A little, I guess. I just wish Porfirio was here to see it…"

"I'm sure he'll be here soon!" Mike encouraged. "Fritz is talking to him right now, so I'm sure that'll help!"

She shook her head, her hopelessness returning. "You don't know him like I do. Talking to him when he's like this rarely helps. If anything, it only makes things worse."

"I hope not! Why wouldn't it help?"

"I don't know, Mike, but I've tried talking to him when he's in one of his moods, and it only gets me yelled at. I-It's almost like he's a different person… I want my Porfirio back..."

He frowned, concerned for Fritz as he unknowingly stepped into an unwinnable situation. All he could do was hope that, by some chance, this time would be different.

Fritz pulled his coat on in a hurry and stuffed his feet into his shoes as he raced to catch Porfirio. He had a suspicion that he did not plan to return after his smoke. As much as he hated the idea of being exposed to secondhand smoke, he pushed himself to follow him outside anyway.

Outside on the front step, Porfirio paced back and forth, smoking as he had said he would be and trying to keep warm. He hung his head low and had an odd expression on his face while he muttered to himself. His brow was furrowed in concentration, accompanied by a scowl.

"Porfirio?" he called to him from his place by the door, not wanting to get any closer than he had to. He didn't answer Fritz. After attempting to get his attention a few more times without success, he marched over with little patience and firmly grabbed his shoulder. His level-headed state was rapidly drying up with each passing second, and was fast-tracked to be tapped out.

Porfirio tensed and rounded on him, appearing ready to attack him if needed. Fritz took this as his cue to ready himself into his fighting stance in case the situation got ugly, but didn't raise his fists yet. "Cool it, alright?" Fritz commanded.

He glared at him for a few moments before returning to his pacing as if nothing had happened. Infuriated, Fritz shouted "Don't ya go on ignoin' me!"

"Go inside," Porfirio said and took a drag, appearing distracted.

"No, I won't," he stated.

"Leave me alone!" he cried as he made a lousy attempt to run away, only to be tackled by Fritz into a snowbank on Haruka's front lawn, pitching his cigarette from his hand in the process. Porfirio desperately fought against his hold, but was at a disadvantage in strength. "Help me!" he screamed.

Fritz held him down by the shoulders. "If you'd quit squirmin', I'll let ya up! I just need ya to stay put while I talk to ya. Got it?" he grunted. Once he realized he stood no chance of escaping on his own, Porfirio stopped struggling. "Much better."

Fritz offered him a hand up, which he begrudgingly took and pulled himself to his feet. He dusted the snow off of himself and glared at him. "What do you want from me?" He lit a new cigarette and hastily took a deep drag, his hand shaking violently.

"To talk," Fritz stated bluntly. "What the hell happened in there? And could ya put that thing out while I'm talkin' to ya?"

He pulled his hand through his hair and looked down. "I'm not talking about this." He disregarded Fritz's request.

"Actually, ya are," he retorted, dropping the issue concerning the cigarette. Instead, he elected to take shallower breaths to cope. "I'm not just gonna stand here like nothin' happened; as if my boyfriend isn't tryin' to comfort your girlfriend at the moment. Ya broke her heart, Porfirio."

"You think I don't know that?" Porfirio hissed.

"No, I don't think ya do." He crossed his arms. "Or else ya would have said somethin' to her. She says you've been good to her since Christmas, and now you're not. What's with that?"

"It's complicated, alright?" He checked around himself.

"Start explainin', then," Fritz ordered.

"You wouldn't understand," Porfirio insisted tensely.

"Oh yeah? Try me."

He sighed. "You're not going to leave until I do, are you?"

"No, I'm not. So get on with it."

Porfirio grumbled and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "Fine, my friends warned me about her, so I listened to them. Now let me go before she comes for me!"

"What do ya mean? How are you talkin' to these friends of yours?"

He shook his head, taking another sharp drag of the cigarette.

"Porfirio, talk to me. I want to help."

"I don't need help!" he snapped. "I'm fine, okay? Back off." He reached around in his pocket and pulled out his pocket knife, holding it tightly in his shaking hand.

Before he could open it, Fritz raised his hands in surrender. "Calm down; I'm not attackin' ya. Give me the knife before ya do somethin' you'll regret."

The last thing he needed to do was test the fragile trust Porfirio had put in him, yet he also needed to get the knife away from him in case he lost control. Porfirio hesitated before complying, reluctantly holding the blade out to him. Fritz took it and put it in his pocket right away, feeling a brief wave of nausea wash over him as he realized he was holding the very blade Porfirio had used to stab Anthony.

Porfirio returned to his pacing, as Fritz had found him doing earlier. He made quick progress on finishing his cigarette, almost not stopping to take a breath of fresh air between each puff.

"Mind tellin' me about your friends?" he asked carefully.

Porfirio stopped to listen. "You're just going to laugh at me. They all do."

"I'm not goin' to. Ya have my word," he assured him. "Have you seen these… friends, before?"

"No, but they talk to me… A lot. They tell me things." He glanced to Fritz. "They keep me safe." He frowned. "I-I know I probably sound crazy right now, but I'm not. They really do talk to me, they're real!" Porfirio insisted, his voice raising in pitch. He finished his cigarette and put it out with his shoe. "I wasn't trying to yell at Mike back in there. They were being loud and warning me to get away from Haruka. I didn't want to believe them, but they were right; she's turned on me. So I got out of there."

"That… makes sense," Fritz said carefully. "I believe ya, but I doubt Haruka's out to get ya. She cares about ya, and she's really worried right now. Tell ya what, why don't we go and talk to her about this?"

"Like hell I'm doing that! Do you have any idea what would happen if I went in there? She wants to kill me. I know she does… they never lie to me," he added quietly. He tensed and returned to his anxious pacing, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around himself. "And even if she wasn't, somehow, I love her too much to tell her about my friends and let her think I should be locked up somewhere."

His expression softened as he regarded the man before him. "You're not goin' to be. I promise ya, she loves ya a lot, and she'd want to know."

"I don't want her to think I'm a nutcase… I don't want her to worry." He stopped and looked him in the eye. "Please, Fritz… don't tell her."

"I won't, but if you're not goin' to let her help ya, ya need to get help for yourself. The mood swings need to stop. It's hurtin' people."

Porfirio sighed. "I know it does… I just don't know how to stop them. But I'm not getting help; I don't need it. I'm not crazy, and I'm not sick."

"Okay, well maybe ya need to try ignornin' these friends of yours when they start talkin'. It might help."

"I don't know if I can."

"Try it out for a bit," Fritz told him. "And if that doesn't work, talk to me." Porfirio nodded. "Come on, let's go inside. If Haruka tries to hurt ya, I'll be there to protect ya."

He shifted uncomfortably. "Are you sure?"

Fritz grinned at him. "I promise. You're fine."

Porfirio visibly relaxed and followed Fritz inside.

"Why don't ya go sit with her?" he suggested. "I'll sit on the other side of ya in case anythin' happens."

"I…" He took a deep breath. "I will." Porfirio headed over to Haruka and sat beside her without a word.

Haruka's eyes brightened as he sat down. She embraced him and hid her face in his shoulder. Porfirio remained tense, looking to Fritz desperately for help. He sat beside him and told him, "You're okay." He didn't move. "Relax and hug her back. I've got ya." Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around her, looking rather stiff and uneasy.

"See? You're fine, Porfirio," he encouraged him.

He brought himself to rest his head on her shoulder.

"What happened?" Haruka asked him. He remained silent.

"He had a rough moment, that's all," Fritz filled in for her. "He's fine now."

She smiled at him and said, "Thank you. I'm sorry I doubted you, I just didn't think it'd help."

Fritz shrugged it off. "Don't worry about it. I'm happy to help."

Mike sat back down on the couch with Fritz and smiled at him. "I was worried about you," he said quietly.

"I'm fine," he replied. "I'll tell ya about it later."

He smiled at him and nodded, then leaned forward to look past him to Porfirio and Haruka. "So, does this mean we can keep watching Sailor Moon?"

She chuckled and replied, "You'd have to ask them, not me."

Mike leaned closer to Fritz, giving him the 'puppy dog eyes'. "Pleeeeease~?"

"How can I say no to a face like that?"

"Yay!" Mike cheered. He hugged him briefly before turning to Porfirio. "Please say yes!" he begged.

"I guess so," Porfirio said.

"Awesome!" He grabbed the VCR remote, almost unable to hit the play button fast enough. The group watched a few more episodes before deciding to call it a night, despite Mike's protests to continue binge-watching his new show. The three men headed home, and Fritz was thankful that Porfirio forgot to ask for his knife back.

Once they were in the car, Mike asked him, "So… what happened out there?"

"With Porfirio? He was just worked up and needed to cool off, that's all," Fritz explained, not wanting to trouble him with the details.

"He was more than just a little worked up… Haruka seemed really bothered by it. He didn't try to hurt you too, did he?" Mike glanced at him with concern. "I-I mean, he stabbed Anthony in the leg, and... he seems really dangerous."

"I know he does, but he isn't. He only did that because he was scared. He hears these voices or somethin', and he says they tell him to do things. It makes sense now, really. It explains his outbursts and him hurtin' Anthony like that. They aren't mood swings like we thought they were; he's got somethin' wrong with him. I want to get him help, but he won't take it. He keeps insistin' that he's healthy." He sighed."But he's far from it. I did my best to give him at least some advice, but don't know if it'll work or not. I don't know what else I can do for him..." Fritz rested his hand on Mike's knee and added "I'm fine, Mikey. Don't worry about me. Even if I was in trouble, I would've handled it."

"Oh…" Mike frowned. "I feel bad for him. Hearing things like that must be really scary. But I'm glad you're safe." He took hold of Fritz's hand and held it tightly. "There's got to be some way we can help him! Maybe we could talk to someone for him?"

"I'd say that's a good idea if one: he'd admit he has a problem so he can be helped, and two: it wouldn't get us shut down. Mike, Fazbear Entertainment is already coverin' up murder. Six cases of it, to be exact, as well as a serious accident that resulted in our friend losin' half of his brain. Now, we've had an assault that could also be tried as attempted murder. Ya think the restaurant could stay open once that gets out? It's a miracle it's been kept under wraps as long as it has. I don't think the company could survive another hit like that."

"I guess you're right…" Mike mumbled. "Mr. Fazbear told me the company history on day, uh, night one, just so that I wouldn't react quite as badly as I would have finding out on my own."

"So ya see why we can't just get help for him that easily? It's really thoughtful of ya, but we just can't do that. I know you've only been workin' here for a bit, so this is still quite new to ya, but ya need to be careful. One slip up, and we all lose our jobs, and Mr. Fazbear loses the business he's poured his heart and soul into and his kids as well as all of the others."

Mike paled, looking like he'd just seen one of the ghosts step out of their animatronic body. "It can't close!"

"So that's why ya need to keep quiet about it. I'm sure we'll find a way to help him without harming Freddy's, but right now, I don't know."

He nodded. "Poor Haruka…"

"She's a tough girl, puttin' up with all of that," Fritz commented.

"She doesn't know about the voices, does she?"

"No, he hasn't told her. He's too scared of her treatin' him like he's crazy. So, he keeps actin' out and she has no clue why."

"Oh…"

Fritz gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and said, "Let's talk about somethin' else."

"Okay… Like what?" Mike asked him.

"Well, I was thinkin' we'd make good on that promise to take the kids to Freddy's tomorrow night. We're not scheduled to work, so we don't have to stay all night and keep the young ones up too late," Fritz suggested.

"I like that idea!" he cheered. "I'll call Jeremy tonight."

"Thanks."

Fritz dropped Mike of and gave him a kiss farewell before he headed inside to call Jeremy. With patience and persuasion, he convinced the household to join them at the restaurant tomorrow night. It helped to have Adeline on his side, assuring Jeremy that Mangle had been scrapped years ago, and would not be a threat to any of them. Mike decided to let the animatronics inform the Fitzgeralds about their true nature, since describing it over the phone would only weaken his argument. Although Taryn wasn't involved in the call, she'd clearly caught enough of the details to know that they were discussing the restaurant, as he heard her enthuse about her love of the place in the background.

Once he had gotten off of the phone, Mike attempted to check the tv for an episode of Sailor Moon to watch, but found nothing. As much as it disappointed him, he wasn't surprised, either, considering it was a Japanese tv show Haruka had probably gotten in Japan. The title of the show wasn't even in English, so he reasoned that she couldn't have found it at a local shop. It at least gave him a reason to look forward to spending time with them again, hopefully without Porfirio having another one of his moments.