'DON'T YELL CH.. CRET!' Freddy yelled angered, but saddened at the same time, his vocal box screwing up during his yell.
'I can do the same to you two as I did to Foxy, IF you keep this fucking shit up!' He shouted, followed by another non-voluntary scream of agony. His voice box had been strained after all of the yelling that was happening, but he would have to wait until tomorow to see Mr. Fazbear as Mike was angry and would rather have all of the animatronics smashed into a hundred pieces then burnt than have to fix another one. Foxy had no idea where to hide from Mike and Bonnie as the cove would be the fisrt place that the would search. That's when Chica came up with one of the best ideas yet.
'H-Hey F-F-Foxy...' she started before hearing something. 'S-Supply C-C-CCloset' was all she said, but it was enough for Foxy to understand what was meant. They ran down the East Corridor, through the office and into the supply closet before anyone even noticed them run down through the party room. After around 5 minutes, a rather familiar sound was heard.
'Ding, dong, ding, dong, dong, diing, diing, dong...' 6 AM. They made it. Mike left the building, somewhat angry, still wondering how animatronic characters anywhere could even have feelings for any other, but dismissed the thought as he drove home. He arrived at his apartment complex, discovering the elevator was out of order.
'Great. Just fucking great. Just when I thought this day couldn't get any BLOODY worse...' Mike thought to himself, clearly more agitated than ever before. Of all of the 500 apartments, and the penthouse at the top, Mike just HAD to get the penthouse. I mean, he loves it, and he gets a great view of the area at around 2500ft above the ground, but he could barely afford it, and it was REALLY hard to access without the elevator, albeit being completely impossible no more than 4 months ago.
***Meanwhile***Chica POV
I returned to the show stage after parting with Foxy, expecting to be pelted with more shit about Foxy and my feelings for him from Freddy, but he managed to even surprise Bonnie.
'L-L-Look, Chica. I know we need to be on-stage, but can I talk to you in private for a minute?' Freddy asked me, with some sorrow in his voice.
'Sure. But no SHIT. I mean it Fred. Any shit about F-Foxy and you have HAD IT! OK?' I said, immediately regretting it.
'I-I know...' He said, almost crying. We went backstage and after I cheered Freddy up and wiped his tears, he opened his mouth to speak, but for a few seconds, nothing came.
'I'm sorry. After I ran from the k-kitchen, I came here and re-evaluated my actions, and have decided, that, as much as I don't under-understand it, I'm happy that you found love and I-I hope that it w-works out between you and F-Foxy.' he said, apologetically, and sincerely, however this also was followed by a long, ear-piercing screech from his malfunctioning voicebox. Bonnie couldn't hear anything, not even the screech, as Freddy had already seen to that. His apologies were always sincere, and he never apologized as a joke or a dare.
'It's okay Freddy. I understand your reasons and accept your apology.' I said happily as we returned to the stage as if nothing even happened, although he did openly say;
'Oh. And if you decide you need help with anything with you and Foxy, I'd be happy to help ya.' he said, in his amazing British accent whilst tipping his hat. As much as I didn't want to take advantage of him, I decided I could use some help from Freddy at some point...