Freddy was putting himself under far more stress than he needed to, but he needed Foxy repaired, and functioning, by 6AM tomorrow, or the entire pizza place was just going to go downhill due to kids going to miss Chica. This needed to be avoided as Mr Fazbear was refusing to shut up any longer than nesseccary, or the public will get a negative impression of the restuaraunt and not come. Bonnie was standing on the stage alone while Freddy fixed Foxy and Chica holed herself up like Foxy did. That's when they all heard a familliar sound.

'H-Hello! Hello! Er, I wanted to record a message for you, to help you get settled in on your first night. I actually worked in that office before yoou...' It was Mike's brother, Clifford's nightshift message. It was 6AM and new guard arrived, but the company couldn't record new messages with an ex-employee, so they used the night messages for the day, too. As usual, only Bonnie cared. Freddy was preoccupied with righting Bonnie's wrong, and only Freddy knew where Chica was, so Bonnie went to play the 'Scare the Guard' game alone. The guard couldnt find Chica either, and got really paranoid when none of the animatronic characters were on the stage, so he shut both doors and hid under the desk. The first message ended soon afterwards.

'Remember to shut the doors only if absolutley nessecarry. Gotta conserve power! A'ight, goodnight.' This wasn't needed, as the company had solar panels installed not long after Mike's first year as nightwatchman to prevent Freddy's face being constantly smashed against the wall as a result of Mike's quick thinking and agility.

*Meanwhile*

Mike woke up and looked around the room. Everything looked the same, but all he could hear was a strange, familliar phrase.

'Save him!' Mike kept hearing this phrase, wondering how he knew it, but he knew what it meant. Save Foxy. He wanted to, he really did, but he knew that it was a job only Freddy could do. But he went for it anyway. He packed some tools and downloaded an animatronic repair guide, raced into his old VW 1300 and sped off towards his place of employment. He might not have been working at this point, but he did still have a key. He ran up to the backroom door an pounded on the door. Freddy simply assumed that it was Bonnie.

'Bonnie, will you FUCK OFF!' Freddy yelled, as if he was about to turn into the animatronic Hulk.

'Hey Freddy, calm down! It's me! Mike!' Freddy could tell this from the voice, opened the door and let Mike in before shutting and applying all 5 locks on the door before flicking more lights on to allow Mike to see what Freddy is doing and what-not. Mike read the guide on his Powerbook 500 Apple PC, and started working in Foxy's upper area whilst Freddy focused on his legs and lower area. Mike finally found a suitable replacement endoskeleton head but he had no idea how to fit it onto the skeleton he already had.

'Weld it, Mike.' Freddy said, before Mike even asked about it, simply guessing from the fact that Mike was working on the head.

'O-OK.. H-How di-did y-y-you...'

'I have my ways...'

Mike POV

'I have my ways...' I was stunned.

'Did he read my mind?' I couldn't stop thinking.

'Yes. Yes I did.' Freddy commented, reading me again.

'What am I thinking about now, Fred?' I challenged him, putting a thought into my head.

'Inhaling Golden's dong.' He said, amused.

'No no no no no no no. You were thinking about Chica and Foxy.' he knew. I was astonished.

'That's just f-f-fucking creepy!' I couldn't help but be scared.

'So are the animatronics, Mr Fazbear!' he said, exactly like me. I didn't even bother asking about that, or how he even knew that I said that.

'Don't worry, me 'ill teach ya, matey!' doing Foxy that time, visibly shedding a tear. I went back to work and got my welder and attached the new head, expecting the old AI chip to be the wrong size. I was wrong. The chip slipped in perfectly, as it should, and I went back to my Powerbook to find what to do next. I found that the hardly living heap of crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices had holes spotted all over his arms.

Freddy POV

I could tell Mike needed help with taking off both of Foxy's arms, so I abandoned my post for a minute and forcefully ripped the foxes arms off, dumping them and giving Mike suitable replacement parts, whilst he admired my work on Foxy's hips (healing the injuries to the skeleton, the suit having a few oil splodges and some diluted oil(my tears) on the legs). He welded the arms into place, unlocked the door and left without a word. I was completely baffled by it, as Mike wouldn't normally just abandon everything and leave, especially in a situation like this. I probably should have gone after him, but that would have guaranteed a visit from Bonnie to finish what he started. For Chica's sake, I couldn't allow that. Foxy was too weak to be powered on, never mind fight a hate-powered bunny.