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(FNAF AU. The Animatronics have been transferred over into human-esk anatomically correct Android type bodies, just so no one is confused. they have animal ears and tails. *Mike x Foxy* *Chica x Bonnie* *Bonnie x Freddy*)

Mike shifts anxiously from foot to foot, watching Foxy slowly sit up. sure the others had gone through the same process, but Foxy was different. his systems had always been glitchy. moving his sentience from one body to the next, could have some issues.

Bonnie puts a hand on his shoulder.

“he’s gonna be fine.” Bonnie assures gently. “its been two weeks since we did this and we’re fine.” Bonnie assures.

“you guys don’t have the same issues he does.” Mike frowns. Foxy rubs his head, grumbling.

“Foxy. you with us?” a woman asks, walking over. “Foxy?” she asks. Foxy blinks at her, looking almost confused. she snaps her fingers near his left ear, making him jerk and flinch away, before doing it to his right ear.

“don’,” Foxy starts, pulling her hand away from his head gently. his voice is soft, almost hesitant. Foxy had never talked much to begin with, he’d only done so when Mike came into his life. “do that.” Foxy mutters. he shakes his head. he reaches up to rub his head and pauses, he can feel the artificial hair between his fingers. he’s surprised by how soft it is. “thats weird.” Foxy mutters. he looks around the room, his friends are looking at him, Mike is standing with them. he looks more nervous than he did before when they swapped the other three to their new bodies.

“alright I know you just got up, but you have to let me do this.” the woman says. Garcia. Foxy should remember that, but it seems he’s taking a little longer to fully connect to his body. he shifts on the bed when she walks up to him, shining a flashlight in one eye.

“thats bright.” Foxy mutters, pulling away from her a little. she shines it in his other eye and he pulls his head back more. “still bright.” he huffs. Garcia chuckles softly.

“just let her do what she needs to do Foxy.” Freddy chides. Garcia steps back, picking up a tool from her bench nearby.

“one more test.” Garcia assures. Foxy frowns a little, looking at the wrench in her hand, almost hesitantly.

“does it involve bright lights right in me eyes or loud noises in me ears?” Foxy huffs. Garcia laughs.

“no. think fast.” Garcia says, tossing the tool at Foxy. the man flinches back some, bringing his arm up quickly. he pauses. his whole body freezing as he looks at the object in his hand. he’d caught it, he knew he would, but… there was a hand attached to his wrist. not a hook. “Foxy?” Garcia asks. Foxy stares at his arm. Mike frowns stepping closer.

“Foxy, hey, you okay?” Mike asks. Foxy looks up at him, bright yellow eyes looking a little lost, but there’s some joy in them. “hey, if somethings wrong-?” Mike starts. Foxy jumps up off the bed, the pants Garcia had put on him make him slide a little, they’re a little too big, but it doesn’t stop him. Bonnie quickly reaches out to steady him when he stumbles a little.

“wrong?” Foxy asks. he laughs, shaking the wrench in his hand, in Mikes face. Mike steps back slightly, looking confused.

“I see. a wrench.” Mike says, sounding confused. he glances at Garcia, whose looking at the computer screen going over everything she can to make sure she didn’t mess something up. Foxys never acted like this before and its confusing, even if she’d only known them for a couple of months.

“Foxy, what's going on?” Chica asks. he looks at Chica, waving the wrench at her.

“look!” Foxy says. Chica steps back hesitantly.

“yeah, we see, you caught it.” Freddy huffs.

“Foxy, are you okay? is your hand stuck? is something wrong?” Garcia asks, worriedly. Freddy rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

“are you sure you didn’t scramble his brain.” Freddy snorts, glancing at Garcia.

“no! look! I caught it.” Foxy says. looks of confusion meet his excited gaze. “with me right hand.” Foxy says. it seems to dawn on Bonnie first, he gives a small smile at the red haired man he considers a younger brother, chuckling softly.

“yeah. you have two hands now. you can do that.” Bonnie says. Mike looks confused a second longer, before perking up.

“no hook.” Mike says, with a small smile.

“oh.” Chica says, softly. Foxy lets out a laugh, dropping the wrench and grabbing hold of Mikes shoulders, shaking the man.

“I have hands!” Foxy shouts. “two of’em! ain’ no hook!” Foxy grins. Mike laughs a little, letting Foxy shake him around. he grabs Foxys hands on his shoulders gently after a moment.

“okay okay okay.” Mike laughs. “stop shaking me around.” Mike snorts. Foxy grabs hold of the waist of his pants, pulling them up. he’s looking around like he’s never seen the world.

“you okay?” Bonnie asks.

“I can’ remember the last time I saw color.” Foxy mutters, turning to Bonnie. “everythin’ has been black an white fer as long as I can remember.” Foxy says. he huffs a snort. “almost fergot ye were purple.” Foxy murmurs, looking at the others hair. Bonnie looks shocked at his words, Chica and Freddy don’t look much different.

‘you couldn’t see color?” Freddy asks. Foxy shakes his head, glancing over at Freddy.

“color? no. I could barely see. only one of me eyes worked an only up close.” he mutters. Mike looks at his watch.

“okay, come on, lets get you guys back to my house. I bet I have some clothes Foxy can fit there.” Mike says. “you don’t mind him borrowing those do you?” Mike asks, looking at Garcia.

“he can keep them.” Garcia says, looking over at the gray sweats the red haired man is wearing. Foxy is looking himself over, patting himself down. no holes or pokey wires. no sharp edges or dented frame. no exposed endoskeleton. he looks behind him, his tail swishing, his eye brows shoot up, as though he wasn’t expecting that.

“come on Foxy,” Mike coaxes, gently. Foxy looks over at him, a half smile on his face. he’s studying Mike, like its the first real time he’s seen him and it probably is. “ready?” Mike smiles. Foxy takes a small step, looking at the floor, he wiggles his bare toes, blinking up at Mike. “you got it?” Mike asks. now that his excitement has worn off, Foxys legs are shaky. the others had been the same way.

“I think so.” Foxy assures, taking another small step. Bonnie is easily at his side when he trips over the legs of the sweat pants. they’re too long for him.

“easy, don’t go breaking your new body.” Bonnie laughs. Foxy flushes slightly.

“ri-right.” Foxy mutters, letting Bonnie grab hold of his arm. he throws it over his shoulders and carefully holds Foxy up. Freddy is immediately on his other side, thankfully, they’re all about the same height, so walking him to the car isn’t too hard. they’d all been the same way walking the first time, so they understand his struggle. they walk with the man, not rushing him, letting him take his time and get a feel for it. Foxy is staring down at his feet.

he blinks flinching back against the sunlight on his face and Bonnie immediately blocks his face, letting the man blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the light. he keeps his hand firmly in front of Foxys face so the sun can’t blind him too badly.

“take it easy Foxy. just relax.” Mike says, walking up to him.

“m’fine.” Foxy mumbles.

“well just take your time.” Freddy frowns.

“m’fine. s’jus’... bright.” Foxy mumbles, squinting. Mike leads them to the car, watching Bonnie and Freddy carefully load the man into the front seat. Mike buckles him in and watches the other three load into the back seat. he’s got a small car, but its big enough for everyone, even if its not comfortable.

Foxy stares out the window the entire ride, watching the world pass by them. he’s playing with his fingers on his right hand the whole time, like he’s not sure if his hand is real.

“hey.” Mike murmurs, reaches over to take his hand gently. Foxy looks down at his hand and takes it, but instead of hold it, he inspects Mikes hands. “what?” Mike asks.

“s’weird.” Foxy mutters.

“what is?” Chica asks, leaning up from the back seat.

“yer skin is soft.” Foxy says. Mike chuckles.

“yeah it is.” Mike says. Foxy lets go of his hand and glances around the car.

“you couldn’t feel that before?” Bonnie asks. Foxy shrugs a shoulder.

“no. couldn’ feel nothin’.” Foxy mutters. he could feel pressure and pain, so that was a lie, but he didn’t need to say that. Mike knew. Mike knew how broken he was, how bad his body always ached. how much he loved to run, but how badly it always hurt him. had it not been for the glitches in his programming, Foxy is sure Mike would’ve pushed for him to be the first one swapped over, but Mike had wanted to make sure the process was perfected, just in case.

the man shoots him a small smile, before turning back to the road.

once he pulls up to the house, it takes Bonnie and Freddy a few minutes to help Foxy walk into the house.

becoming the new owner of Fazbear Entertainment had come with some perks, like enough money to buy a bigger house, with four rooms. though the company had a bad name due to past accidents, Mike had slowly been working on turning it around, starting witht he location he’d started at.

he watches Freddy and Bonnie drop Foxy into the couch.

“you good?” Bonnie asks. Foxy nods, running his hand over the couch. Mike looks at the four.

“alright. so, this is, still new to everyone. do we think we’re gonna be able to open in a few days, or should we push off the grand reopening?” Mike asks.

“no way! you can’t push it off!” Chica cries. Foxy flinches back some and Freddy lays a hand on her shoulder. it would take a few days before he would even out and not be so sensitive, just like the others.

“lets keep our voices level. Foxy did the same for us.” Freddy reminds her. Chica nods.

“right, sorry Foxy.” Chica said. Foxy shrugs a shoulder slightly.

“Chicas right though, we shouldn’t push off our grand reopening.” Bonnie says.

“do you think Foxy will be ready for it?” Freddy asks. Foxy looks up, eyes wide.

“I.. don’t know, Foxy?” Mike asks, looking over. he looks confused immediately. “what?” Mike asks.

“yer waitin’ fer me?” Foxy asks, confused. Bonnie raises an eye brow.

“well yeah, duh. you’re part of this too.” Bonnie says. Foxy shrugs.

“look we don’t want to start this without Foxy.” Chica says.

“but we also don’t need to push off the grand reopening.” Freddy says.

“wha- y-ye don’ have t’ wait fer me.” Foxy says. everyone looks over at him.

“what? Foxy, of course we do.” Bonnie frowns. Foxy shakes his head.

“those kids ain’ there t’ see me.” Foxy says. “ain’ gonna miss me if I ain’ there.” he adds.

“but its the grand reopening.” Chica says.

“look, even if you don’t want to perform, Chica’s right. its the grand reopening. it started and finished with all four of us, and I think its only right that we kick start it back up with all four of us again.” Freddy says, looking around. “five of us.” Freddy corrects himself, looking over at Mike. Mike blinks at him.

“huh? I didn’t, I didn’t start this. you four did.” Mike says. Freddy clears his throat.

“given your… past,” Freddy says motioning to his head. “you’re as involved with this as we are. you didn’t start with us, but you started something else.” Freddy says. Bonnie nods.

“and you should be there to see this too. you can just restart Freddy’s and leave.” Bonnie says. Mike smiles at them slightly, shrugging.

“no arguments. Foxy?” Mike asks. Foxy looks up at him and nods.

“okay.” he mutters.

“okay it settled. I won’t push it off, but if Foxy doesn’t want to perform, he doesn’t have to.” Mike assures.

“we have three days an me legs barely work.” Foxy mutters.

“you’ll be alright. only took us a couple of days to get on our feet.” Chica assures. Foxy nods.

“alright. just take a few days to get used to this, okay?” Mike asks. Foxy nods, looking around. it takes him a moment but he pushes himself up off the couch, steadying himself. Bonnie immediately puts an arm out in front of Foxy when his left leg gives out under him.

“easy, you okay?” Bonnie asks.

“yeah. s’jus’ weird.” Foxy mumbles. Mike walks over to him, worriedly. he knew of all the hardships Foxy had faced, how bad his body was. he was used to working in a certain way, now that it was fully functional, he wasn’t sure he could remember how to make himself walk.

“I’m going to find you some clothes okay? see if you can make your way to my room.” Mike murmurs, heading toward his bedroom. Foxy nods slightly, trying to stand himself back up. even with Bonnies help he ends up slammed face first into the other mans chest.

“ow.” Foxy huffs. Bonnie snorts, trying to help stand him up.

“awww Foxy if you wanted a hug you just had to ask!” Chica laughs, hugging him. Foxy heaves an amused sigh at her.

“yeah.” Foxy mutters.

“just relax Foxy. you walk all the time.” Freddy says, walking over to help Bonnie.

“this is different.” Foxy mutters.

“how?” Chica asks. Foxy doesn’t answer her.

“hey, we can’t help if you’re hiding from us, can we?” Freddy asks. Foxy sighs softly.

“m’knee’s ain’ work right in me body. had t’ stand an walk a certain way. now I gotta readjus’ t’ walkin’ loike ye guys.” Foxy mumbles. the other three share a look.

“your legs didn’t work right?” Chica ask.

“nothin’ did. don’ ye get it?” Foxy huffs, looking at her. he blows the hair out of his face so he can stare her down. “me body didn’ work. t’was failin’ ‘neath me. I could barely see, could barely walk, the only thin’ that worked right was me ears. they threw me away. locked me ont’ a stage an fergot me. I ain’ get maintenance loike ye three. I got fergotten. rusted and fergotten in a corner. over an accident, that Mike already fergave me fer.” Foxy hisses. Chica steps back, looking at him. Bonnie and Freddy don’t look much better.

“we didn’t know.” Chica says.

“ye never asked.” Foxy states.

“we didn’t realize and its not an excuse. we won’t let you get like that again. Mike will never let that happen again. you know that.” Freddy says. “come on, lets get you into some real clothes.” Freddy adds, pulling Foxys arm up and over his shoulder. Bonnie does the same and they carefully haul him to Mikes room, making sure to let Foxy take a step first. he needs to learn how to walk again and the only way to do that is to let him feel it out. it takes them ten minutes to walk the twenty steps to Mikes room. Foxy struggles with every step, but he makes it.

Mike smiles at him. even if Foxy needs help, Mikes proud of him. Foxy gives him a small shaky smile as they drop him onto the bed.

“can you get dressed yourself?” Bonnie asks.

“I ain’ a kid.” Foxy huffs. Bonnie puts his hands up stepping away.

“alright, my bad.” Bonnie says. he and Freddy head out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

“alright, we discussed what you thought you’d like to wear, but you weren’t sure. do you know now?” Mike asks. he’s got a couple different outfits set out for him. Foxy looks around and shrugs.

“no.” he mumbles.

“alright, that's fine. come on, its gonna be a lot, you’re gonna be sensitive for a day or two, that's why you’re wearing baggy clothes right now. I grabbed a couple things that will be baggy on you so maybe it won’t drive you nuts.” Mike says. Foxy nods slightly, looking through the clothes.

“do I… do I have t’ wear somethin’ long?” Foxy asks. Mike shakes his head.

“nope. here, try these.” Mike says, tossing him a pair of basketball shorts. Foxy looks at them and nods.

“do I need t’ stand up?” Foxy asks. Mike shakes his head.

“just lay back. you can wiggle them off.” Mike assures. despite Foxy’s previous words, Mike ends up helping him. it takes them both about five minutes to get his new pants on. Foxy sits up and looks down.

“they feel weird.” Foxy says.

“they we’ll for a few days.” Mike assures. “come on, lets get a shirt on you.” Mike says. Foxy nods.

“do I have t’ have sleeves?” Foxy asks. Mike smiles and shakes his head.

“nope. here, I got a tank top for you. no sleeves.” Mike says. he grabs a gray tank top and walks over. “okay, arms up.” Mike says. Foxy tucks his arms in closer to him, not that he doesn’t trust Mike, he does. he trusts Mike more than the band, but its new and he has no idea whats happening.

“why?” Foxy asks.

“to get your shirt off.” Mike says. he puts his arms up. “just do this. its easier if I just pull the shirt off you. you can learn how to later, after you learn how to walk. okay?” Mike asks. Foxy seems nervous. “you know I’m not gonna lie or hurt you.” Mike assures, leaning towards him. he smiles and drops his forehead against Foxys, smiling at him. “I’m not going to hurt you, we’ve been over this.” Mike assures.

“old habits die hard.” Foxy mumbles.

“well, I can give you the shirt if you want to try to put it on yourself.” Mike murmurs. Foxy watches him, shaking his head. he puts his arms up and lets Mike pull his shirt off.

“no, I trust you.” Foxy mumbles. Mike smiles.

“the only time I’ve hurt you, was the time I accidentally dropped the door on your foot at Freddys.” Mike mutters. “y’know, after I knew you guys were alive. we don’t talk about before.” Mike adds, pulling the new shirt over Foxys head. Foxy huffs, frowning.

“y’were mean with that bat.” Foxy says. Mike chuckles softly.

“you guys were trying to kill me. I wasn’t going down without a fight.” Mike snorts. he steps back, smiling. Foxy looks himself over.

“fits pretty good.” Foxy murmurs. Mike nods at him, watching him try to get up off the bed.

“hang on, don’t hurt yourself.” Mike snorts, walking over. he holds his hands out to Foxy, to give him something to pull himself up with.

“yer not built loike us, if I try t’ to pull me self up, yer gonna come crashin’ down at me.” Foxy mumbles. Mike laughs softly.

“and? not the first time.” Mike says. Foxy nods slightly, smiling. he takes Mikes hands and, with some careful planning, lets Mike pull him up. Foxy stumbles against him slightly.

“sorry.” Foxy mumbles.

“its fine.” Mike assures. Foxy watches him a moment, before letting go of Mikes hands. he’s pretty steady just standing, so he can hold himself up. Mike reaches down and adjusts Foxys pants carefully. he looks up at Foxy, smiling at him. the man is staring at him and, after a moment, Mike looks confused. “you okay?” Mike asks. he lets Foxy grab his face with both hands, looking more confused. “Foxy?” Mike asks.

“m’fine. jus’ lookin’.” Foxy mutters. Mike lets Foxy tilt his head down some, but pulls his face from the gentle hands, shaking his head.

“don’t. it was an accident Foxy. a kid pushed you off the stage.” Mike says.

“y’almost died.” Foxy frowns.

“but I didn’t.” Mike smiles. he shakes his head. “I’m still here. so don’t look at that old scar.” Mike says. Foxy frowns.

“but I can actually see it now.” Foxy says. he shrugs a little. “can actually see ya. yer face.” Foxy murmurs. Mike frowns a little.

“look if you’re going to dump me, just do it.” Mike huffs. Foxy raises his eye brow.

“huh?” Foxy asks. “I weren’ completely blind. don’ be daft.” Foxy huffs.

“you’ll have to forgive me.” Mike snorts. he looks up at Foxy, smirking. Foxys face suddenly changes and he grabs Mike, yank him up and pressing their lips together. Mike lets out a muffled noise of surprise, but lets him. they only separate when Foxys leg gives out and he drops Mike carefully onto the floor, before landing with a thump on the bed. Mike blinks, looking at him. “you okay?” Mike asks. Foxy grins at him. its the same crooked grin Mike has always associated with the Fox.

“fine, been think’ o’ doin’ that since I met ya.” Foxy grins. Mike chuckles softly.

“I meant your leg, stupid.” Mike mutters.

“me leg is fine.” Foxy assures. he pushes himself up off the bed again.

“you’re getting better at that.” Mike murmurs.

“I can stand jus’ fine, fer a bit at least. s’walkin’ I can’ seem t’ do.” Foxy says.

“come on, I bet we can get you to the living room.” Mike smiles.

“ye should get Bonnie or somethin’, if I fall on ya, I could hurt ya.” Foxy frowns.

“I’ll be fine. c’mon.” Mike says. Mike pulls Foxys arm around his shoulders. “come on Foxy. I can handle a little weight.” Mike adds. Foxy frowns but attempts to take a step with Mikes help.

“this is a bad idea.” Foxy mutters, reaching his free arm out to hold himself with the wall as well.

come on, you can do this.” Mike assures. “its not hard, I know its different than what you’ve been forced to live with for years, but its alright.” Mike adds. Foxy nods letting Mike help him into the living room.

Bonnie jumps up from the couch the moment he sees them.

“Foxy! why didn’t you call for help?” Bonnie asks, walking over quickly.

“don’ do that.” Foxy says, swatting at his hand slightly, before putting his hand back on the wall. “we got it, if ya go messin’ with me, I could fall an Mike could get hurt.” Foxy frowns.

“I’m not going to let you fall on Mike.” Bonnie says.

“m’fine.” Foxy says.

“we’re fine Bonnie, just step back and let me get him to the couch.” Mike says. Bonnie steps out of the way and lets Mike lead Foxy to the couch. he carefully sits Foxy on the couch. “where’s the other two?” Mike asks.

“outside. soaking up the sun, playing in that pool you got.” Bonnie says. it was a cheap $50 above ground pool Mike got on sale, the box had been torn open and the pump had been missing, but he’d managed to scrounge one up. the band had been enjoying it after their swap. “I was actually coming to see if Foxy wanted to give it a shot, might help him get used to walking.” Bonnie says.

“m’good. no thanks.” Foxy mutters.

“why don’t you go have fun with them? Foxy doesn’t need to be sitting in the sun like that, he needs a chance to adjust to his body,” Mike frowns. Bonnie rolls his eyes. Mike hadn’t let any of them do anything for the first 24 hours after they got their new bodies.

“right right. fine, we’ll be outside, if you guys want to join us.” Bonnie says, rolling his eyes. he heads outside. Mike plops onto the couch next to him.

“so, everything still feel weird?” Mike asks.

“yeah, gonna take a while t’ get used t’ this. feeling, seeing, walking. s’gonna be a while.” Foxy says. Mike nods at him. Foxy settles himself into the corner of the couch, looking tired. Mike chuckles at him, turning the TV on.

“why don’t you take a nap?” Mike chuckles.

“don’ need a nap. walkin’ jus’ takes a lot o’ energy.” Foxy mumbles.

“power nap.” Mike chuckles. Foxy rolls his eyes, before letting them fall closed.

“I guess.” he mutters. Mike leans against him some, watching the TV. he didn’t have anything to do, he could stay here the rest of the day.

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with help from his friends, Foxy manages to get himself up and walking by the time the restaurant has its grand reopening. he doesn’t know if he should be part of the celebration, despite his friends, and boyfriends words.

“welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the new, and improved, Freddy Fazbears Pizza!” Mike grins. he’s on the show stage with the band behind him. they’re spread across the stage, though Foxy is doing his best to practically hide behind Mike. “my name is Mike Schmidt. I’m the new owner of Freddy Fazbears and I have one goal in mind, family fun!” Mike grins. it was a practiced speech the other four had helped him with for days. “new safety measures have been added, such as our new and improved, Fazbear gang!” Mike grins stepping out of the way and letting the androids behind him wave at the crowd. “Freddy and his friends have had a rough past so we scraped those old machines and invest into AI Androids. these Androids are specially equipped to not only hang out on stage and make sure your kids have fun, but also keep them safe. would you like to introduce yourselves?” Mike asks. he offers the mic to Freddy.

“I’m Freddy Fazbear and, no matter what Mike says, I’m proud to welcome you to my restaurant. your children have the freedom to run around and play games while parents sit and relax. Freddy Fazbears has never been safer. we put the children first no matter what they need. if you’ll notice, the brand new safety measures we’ve included such as, our new guards at the front door. no one comes in without a kid and each child, along with their parents, have been stamped with a special Freddy Fazbear stamp, marking and identifying which adult each child came with. our special blacklight stamps ensure the safety of each child once they enter the pizzeria. stamps are given when you come in and checked when you leave.” Freddy says. he passed the mic to Bonnie.

“I’m Bonnie the Bunny! and gosh is it great to see a big turn out today! like Freddy said your kid have never been safer at Freddys Fazbears. those old animatronic weren’t safe and lets face it, they smelled. not only are we safer, but we are built with an AI core system that allows us to grow and learn. we are specially programmed to care for any type of child. those old animatronics didn’t do much, but we do! no only do we rock out in the band, but we’re also specially equipped to handle children with disabilities. no child will go unhappy or even simply overlooked at Freddys.” Bonnie grins. he passed the mic to Chica.

“while safety is a big thing, we can all agree the the pizza really lacked, but not anymore. I’m Chica the Chicken and I’ve got some amazing new recipes for you all! pizza, cupcakes, cookies, we’ve got it all and they taste delicious! so make sure you check out all of our new goodies and kiddos, feel free to pop over to our new ice cream bar! every kid who attends a birthday party will be given a coupon for free ice cream! they can get three scoops and top with whatever they like! these coupons will also be available for purchase if you’d like them, but today is a party so make sure you get your free ice cream before you have your fun!” Chica giggles. she offers the mic to Foxy, who despite not wanting to, takes it.

“m’Foxy. food, programmin’, and safety are all important, but at Freddy Fazbears we do understand that accidents happen. kids will be kids, an sometimes kids trip or fall. accidents happen, so each o’ us is equipped with specialty first aid knowledge. if yer kid trips and falls, we can patch up a knee or, should it come t’ a parents worst nightmare and a child chokes on their food in their excitement, we’ve been programmed with CPR and the heimlich maneuver. some kids are easier t’ break than others, it happens. we have extensive first aid knowledge. yer childrens safety is a big factor at Freddy’s and thin’s that have happened in the past won’ happen again. make sure ya check out the allergy warnin’s at the bottom of our new menus t’ make sure yer lil ones will be safe.” Foxy says. “and don’ worry, I know all this sounds borin’ t’ ya lil ones, but m’sure yer gonna be happy with our new arcade. make sure ya check it out, each game gives tickets, the more tickets ye get, the better yer prize.” Foxy adds. he passed the mic back to Mike. he’d practiced his speech probably as much as Mike had, but he still didn’t like the way it came out.

“as you see, my friends are ready for you to come celebrate with us at Freddys. with Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy your kids have never been safer. as Freddy said, stamps are checked at the doors. Bonnie is also correct. if your kid is in a wheelchair, or is Autistic, ADHD? don’t worry about it. Freddy’s is accepting of anyone. if you find something that doesn’t meet your childs special needs, please come to me or one of these guys. we’ll find a way to get it fixed as soon as we can. safety is important, like Foxy said. there's a first aid station with a full licensed nurse. all four Androids carry band aids and other basic first aid supplies at all times in case your child finds a way to get hurt, lets face it, kids find way adults haven’t even thought of.” Mike says. some of the adults chuckle. Mike smiles. “and kiddos, we know this is soooo boring to all of you, so each child will have unlimited access to all games, all day. keep your tickets and save up, or use what you can. we have an extensive collection of prizes for you guys. they’re not the cheap ones you’re used to either.” Mike says. he turns and Bonnie tosses Mike a Freddy plush. “these are high quality and aren’t gonna break if your little brother or sister pulls on them. not to mention, cute. I mean, look at this little guy.” Mike says, waving around the little bear plush. the kids in the audience cheer. Mike tosses the toy into the crowd.

“Mike, these kids wanna have some fun!” Chica says. Mike laughs and nods.

“alright, alright. so, without further ado, welcome to Freddy Fazbears! the magical place for kids and grownups alike. we hope you enjoy your stay and thanks for coming to celebrate!” Mike grins. he jumps off the stage and chuckles to himself.

“alright guys, what do you say we start this party off the right way?” Freddy asks. Foxy quickly escapes off the stage following Mike. Bonnie strums his guitar loudly and grins.

“of course! lets do this!” Bonnie grins. Mike chuckles to himself heading out of the main crowd. he feels a hand on the back of his shirt, but it doesn’t try to stop him, so he knows its just Foxy, refusing to be lost in the crowd. Mike shakes his head and leads the way to his office. he steps into the office and turns, letting Foxy follows him in.

“you could go out there and have fun Foxy.” Mike murmurs. Foxy blinks at him and Mike laughs. “okay okay. you don’t have to go out there.” Mike assures.

“I don’ know how t’ play with kids anymore.” Foxy mutters.

“I know. but we both know you didn’t forget anything. you don’t have to be afraid. its okay.” Mike assures.

“s’not! what if I hurt someone loike I hurt ye?” Foxy asks.

“you won’t.” Mike assures.

“I can’.” Foxy says. Mike grabs his face gently, pulling his face down.

“hey, look at me.” Mike murmurs. Foxy watches him hesitantly. worried yellow eyes staring into loving blue/green eyes. Mike smiles at him. “I’m not gonna make you go out there. I will never, ever, make you go out there if you don’t want to.” Mike assures gently. he kisses the taller on his cheek gently, before walking away. Foxy grabs his arm and yanks him back to him, hugging him tightly. Mike hugs him gently, letting the taller bury his face in his neck.

“m’sorry.’ Foxy mutters. Mike looks confusded.

“sorry for what Foxy?” Mike asks.

“not bein’ loike the others.” he murmurs. “I don’ loike the attention an m’not good with people.” Foxy adds. Mike shakes his head.

“Foxy, love look at me.” Mike murmurs. Foxy pulls his head back to look at him, confused. “I don’t care if you want attention from other people, you don’t mind attention from me and that's okay. I don’t care if you’re shy. I don’t care if you decide you’re never ready to go back out there. its okay. you’re not property. you’re not a machine. you’re alive, sentient. you have your own thoughts and feelings and I’m never gonna let anyone take that from you again. maybe 20 years ago, you could’ve just jumped right back out there, but you’ve been changed. you were abandoned and forgotten and abused. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you again.” Mike murmurs. Foxy watches him a moment, then looks away. his face is red and Mike chuckles softly stepping back. “you can hide out here Foxy, if you want to. you don’t have to be a performer. you don’t have to do what you don’t want. you’re free now.” Mike murmurs. Foxy blinks and looks at Mike. he grabs Mike and kisses him, before stepping away quickly

“thank ye.” Foxy mumbles softly. Mike smiles at him.

“I’m going back out there, okay? are you coming with me?” Mike asks. Foxy fiddles with his fingers, then nods a little.

“okay.” Foxy murmurs. Mike smiles at him.

“you got this Foxy. you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Mike murmurs. Foxy nods and lets Mike lead him out of the office.

Mike leads him to the edge of the party, looking around with a smile on his face. Bonnie and Freddy are on the stage, singing and dancing around in a way they never could have in their old bodies. Chica is running around giving cupcakes and ice cream to kids. Mike notices Foxy bite back a small smile.

“hey.” Mike murmurs. Foxy looks over. “you don’t have to hide your smile. if you want to smile, do it.” Mike assures. Foxy flushes slightly, looking away.

“me smile be stupid.” Foxy mumbles. “s’all stupid lookin’.” Foxy adds.

“I think its cute.” Mike murmurs. “its one of my favorite parts about you. when you smile you’re care free and its cute.” Mike explains. Foxy flushes a darker red, shooting Mike a hesitant but crooked grin. Mike smiles at him. “see. its cute.” Mike murmurs.

“yer stupid.” Foxy mutters. Mike laughs a little, quickly stepping back as a kid comes running over. the smile on Foxys face immediately becomes uneasy.

“you’re a pirate right?” the boy asks. Foxy nods slightly. “do you have a sword?” he asks.

“uh, well, no I don’.” Foxy says.

“not yet.” Mike smiles. “but Foxy is gonna have one next time you see him, okay?” Mike asks. the kid grins, pulling a toy wooden sword from his belt.

“here! you can use mine until you get one!” he grins. Foxy swallows and crouches down.

“are ye sure?” Foxy asks. the boy nods.

“I got another!” he promises. Foxy puts his hand out, hesitantly. the boy gives it to him, grinning.

“thank ye.’ Foxy murmurs, clutching it gently.

“Pirates are my favorite! my daddy is in the Navy! he’s like a military Pirate!” the boy grins. he looks behind him. “bye! I gotta go!” the boy giggles, running off. Foxy stays staring at the spot on the floor where the boy was.

“well hey there Mikey, y’ havin’ fun at Freddy’s?”

“yeah! Pirates are my favorite! my dad is in the Navy!”

Foxy stands slowly.

“Foxy, you okay?” Mike asks, worriedly.

“h-he…” Foxy trails. Foxy swallows hard and looks at Mike. “h-he said, he, he sa-said… the same words t’ me, ye did… before I…” Foxy trails again. theirs a loud whirr coming from his body and Mike frowns, grabbing hold of his arm.

“easy, easy, come on. it was an accident. I’m okay.” Mike says. he leads Foxy to a chair nearby, catching Chicas attention. she rushes over quickly.

“Mike, what's going on?” Chica ask. Mike looks just as concerned as her and Foxy is all but trembling in the chair next to him.

“Foxy is having a panic attack.” Mike says.

“a panic attack?” Chica asks, eye brows shooting up quickly.

“he’s okay.” Mike assures, kneeling beside Foxy. “hey, hey. its alright. its okay.” Mike soothes. he turns hearing foot steps behind him. its not surprising to see Bonnie jogging over to them.

“whats going on.” Bonnie demands.

“Foxys having a panic attack.” Chica says.

“Foxy what happened?” Bonnie asks. Foxy doesn’t answer, staring at the floor. his arms are wrapped so tightly around himself that Bonnie is surprised he’s not denting his body. Bonnie grabs Mike and pulls him away. “what the hell happened?” Bonnie hisses.

“he… a kid said almost the exact same words I said to Foxy as a kid…. right before a kid pushed him over and he bit me.” Mike murmurs. he glances over at Foxy. “h-he just… shut down.” Mike adds.

“okay, come on, we need to get him out of here.” Bonnie mutters. he walks over to Foxy. “come on.” Bonnie mutters, grabbing him carefully. Foxy tenses, silently reminding himself there’s children around. he lets Bonnie get him up out of the chair and leads him off towards the break room. Mike and Chica are following behind quickly.

its only once they’re out of view of the customers, that Bonnie scoops Foxy up and carries him off.

Bonnie sets Foxy down in the break room, in a chair carefully.

“Foxy its okay.” Bonnie mutters. Foxy doesn’t break his blank stare at the floor. Mike walks over quickly, moving Bonnie out of the way. he crouches in front of Foxy.

“hey, why don’t you just stay here for a bit okay?” Mike asks. Foxy just stares. Mike nods slightly, standing up. “okay.” Mike says. Foxy moves faster than Mike can see, grabbing his wrist forcefully. Mike pauses and looks down, before nodding. “okay. you guys go out there, if you have any problems, come find me. I’m gonna stay with him.” Mike says, crouching back down. Foxy is still shaking on the chair, holding onto Mikes arm. it hurts but Mike doesn’t stop him.

‘“if you need to leave with him early that's okay.” Bonnie says.

“no. I’m not leaving you guys to run this show. if you need me come get me. for now, Foxy needs me more.’ Mike says, firmly. Bonnie nods at him and turns, grabbing Chicas arm.

“shout if you need us.” Bonnie says.

“we won’t we’ll be fine.” Mike assures. Bonnie nods and leads her out. Mike crouches back down in front of Foxy. “hey. I’m okay.” Mike murmurs, grabbing Foxys free hand. he places it gently over his heart. “I’m alive. are you okay?” Mike asks. Foxys digs his fingers gently into the flesh of Mikes chest. “Foxy?” Mike asks, tilting his head to try and meet Foxys gaze. the Pirate closes his eyes. he doesn’t want Mike to see the fear in his eyes.the tears brimming at the thought of what he’d done. “hey, are you okay?” Mike asks. Foxy sits up some and yanks Mike into his lap, holding him tightly, curling around the man the best he can. Mike lets him, shocked. “Foxy, love? hey, you okay? its alright. its okay.” Mike murmurs, against his chest gently.

“m’sorry.” Foxy chokes.

“it wasn’t your fault. none of this is your fault. Foxy you bent down to ask me a question. a kid climbed on the stage behind you. he tripped, he pushed you. you fell. you were trying to apologize. you didn’t mean to.” Mike murmurs. “it was an accident. I told you, I don’t blame you. I never did. accidents happen.” Mike soothes.

“I was a big machine… ye were jus’ a kid.’ Foxy manages, holding tighter. “I almost killed ye.” Foxy chokes. Mike shakes his head.

“its okay. things happen, remember? kids get hurt. accidents, they happen. I’ve never blamed you. I’ll never blame you.” Mike assures. “you need to relax, breathe a little, okay?” Mike asks.

“I…” Foxy tries.

“shhh.” Mike soothes, hugging him. he lets the bigger hold him. “that wasn’t you. those… those kids… those souls. it wasn’t your fault. you’re free Foxy,you don’t have to worry about being controlled anymore. it wasn’t you. you were never that big machine. you were trapped. you don’t have to think its your fault anymore.” Mike assures. Foxy holds tighter, going silent. Mike lets him, staying as still and quiet as he can.

they stay like that five or ten minutes, before Foxy slowly loosens his hold. he lets Mike go and Mike kneels back down.

“do you want to go home?” Mike ask.

“m’okay.” Foxy mutters, getting up, slowly.

“you don’t always have to be okay.” Mike assures gently.

“m’alright.” Foxy says.

“you sure you want to go back out there?” Mike asks. Foxy nods slightly, reaching for Mikes hand hesitantly. Mike takes his hand, smiling. “alright, c’mon.” Mike murmurs. “and if you want to leave, we can, okay? its gonna be okay.” Mike soothes. he squeezes Foxys hand gently and pulls him out onto the main floor. Foxy lets go of Mikes hand, nervously. “just relax Foxy. you’re okay.” Mike assures gently. Foxy nods slightly.

“hey, glad you came back out.” Chica smiles at him as she passes. she got kids holding onto her hands and pulling her around. Bonnie and Freddy don’t look much different. both laughing and covered in kids.

“doesn’t that look fun?” Mike asks, looking over at Foxy.

“what If I hurt someone?” Foxy asks. Mike shakes his head.

“you won’t. no sharp teeth or points or corners. your smooth and safe.” Mike assures. “look at those three out there, do they look like they’ve hurt anyone?” Mike asks, looking around the room. Foxy glances around and shakes his head.

“no.” Foxy mumbles.

“you’ve got to try and relax.” Mike soothes softly. Foxy nods. “okay if you don’t want to play with kids, but try to have fun okay? we’re gonna be spending a lot of time here again, okay?” Mike asks. Foxy nods and hesitantly takes a step forward. “you can do it.” Mike assures gently.

“right. I can do it.” Foxy mumbles to himself.

“just be yourself.” Mike murmurs.

“I can’... m’broken.” Foxy says, taking a half step back.

“no you aren’t. you’re not broken.” Mike assures. “you’re perfect. be you. those kids are gonna love you.” Mike adds. Foxy swallows hard. “you’re not broken. you can do this.” Mike murmurs. Foxy stares at the kids, nervously. “c’mon Foxy say it. you’re the Captain, you’re not afraid of anything. I need you to say it, you’re not broken, you can do this.” Mike says.

“I am broken.” Foxy mutters. Mike scoffs.

“no you’re not. come on, say ‘I’m not Broken, I can do this’.” Mike says. Foxy sighs.

“m’not broken. I can do this.” Foxy mumbles.

“say it again.” Mike murmurs.

“m’not broken, I can do this.” Foxy says, glaring at Mike.

“thats the spirit.” Mike grins, gently pushing him forwards. Foxy sighs lets him. “those kids are gonna love you.” Mike reminds him. Foxy nods slightly and hesitantly wonders off. Mike keeps his eyes on Foxy, the man is an anxious mess but Mike is sure once he gets out there with the kids, he’ll relax a little.

he pauses when Bonnie wonders over to him, but his eyes never come off Foxy.

“so, how’s it going?” Bonnie asks, glancing at Foxy. the man is awkwardly standing off to the side, watching children go by.

“well, I got him to go out there, but he’s been standing in that spot for five minutes now.” Mike mutters. he frowns, watching Foxy with sad eyes. “I thought maybe this would help him, but he’s so afraid of hurting the kids, he won’t play.” Mike murmurs. his shoulders sag a little. “I didn’t mean to push him so hard. he’s not ready for this. 40 years he’s been locked away on Pirate Cove alone. no kids. no music. no lights. I just threw him out there.” Mike adds. Bonnie glances over at Mike.

“he’ll be okay. Foxy always bounces back.” Bonnie assures.

“look at him. he’s terrified. look at his tail, he’s trembling.” Mike says, motioning to Foxy. Bonnie glances over at Foxy, sure enough Mikes right. the tip of his tail is vibrating violently, no matter how casually he tries to stand there. “he’s…. he’s terrified. I”m gonna take him back to my office and let him hide out there.” Mike says. Bonnie grabs his arm, watching Foxy. Mike glances at him.

“now hold on a second. we might have some progress here.” Bonnie says. Mike glances back over to Foxy. the man is knelt down, two kids in front him, nodding his head slightly. Mike can see him say something, before giving the kids a hesitant half smiles. he stands up and lets the kids take his hands, dragging him off.

“that could be good.” Mike murmurs. “help me keep an eye on him, please?” Mike asks. Bonnie nods.

“Foxy’s my little brother. I always have my eyes on him.” Bonnie assures. he breaks out in a grin when a kid runs up to him.

“hi Bonnie! can I see your guitar?” he grins.

“absolutely! come on!” Bonnie grins, taking the boys hand. Mike smiles at him, before turning back to Foxy. he’s awkwardly tossing a ball around with some kids and Mike chuckles.

Mike chuckles as he watches the party, the Androids are having just as much fun as the kids are. he laughs, jumping back out of the way when several kids come running past, holding tightly to Foxys hands.

“ye better run! Freddy’s it!” Foxy laughs, letting the kids pull him. he could run much faster with out the kids pulling on him and Mike knows it, but he lets them pull him.

“thats right, you kids can’t keep Foxy safe forever! I’m gonna tag him!” Freddy laughs, jogging up behind them. he could run much faster too, but he seems to be having fun, pretending. Mike chuckles softly, looking over when Bonnie comes over. “you were right.” Mike murmurs.

“no, you were right. the kids, they love him. he’s one big kid.” Bonnie chuckles. Mike chuckles softly.

“and just what are you doing if they’re playing tag?” Mike asks.

“I am playing hide and seek with a little girl named Lilly. she’s hiding under that table over there, but she doesn’t think I see her.” Bonnie grins. Mike chuckles.

“go play.” he smiles. Bonnie winks at him, wondering off.

its getting later and Mike lost track of Foxy about 30 minutes ago. parents are starting to pack up and leave, but several are having difficulty finding their kids. Mike has assured them, no kids can get out, but he’s starting to wonder if he’s wrong. glancing around, he notices the band is missing as well. a feeling of dread sinks in.

he’s systematically checking around the restaurant, when he finds Bonnie leaned against a doorway, staring into a room.

“Bonnie, hey have you-” Mike starts.

“shhh.” Bonnie says. he turns towards Mike nodding into the room. Mike frowns, walking over. he pokes his head into the room and pauses. its the old Pirates Cove, not yet finished with the remodeling, its not supposed to be opened to customers, so he’s surprised to see it occupied.

Foxy is sitting in the middle of a circle, a little girl sitting in his lap happily, Freddy and Chica are sitting around, also holding kids. there’s probably seven or eight other kids in the room as well, sitting around the Pirate. he’s animatedly telling one of his old Pirate stories, but he’s careful when he finds his arms out. he doesn’t even come close to hitting a kid, though his hand does come a bit too close to Freddys face. his tail is swishing back and forth across the floor. Mike cracks a smile, watching the scene.

“I gotta tell you Mike.” Bonnie says. Mike glances over. “I, uh, I’ve never… I’ve never seen him so happy. look at him out there. he’s the life of the party. the kids… they love him. so much. look at him. he’s… loving this.” Bonnie murmurs. Mike nods, turning back to Foxy.

“I know. it makes me happy, you’re all happy here now.” Mike says.

“Mike?” Bonnie asks. Mike looks over at him.

“I wanna thank you. we… were damaged. those kids, what they went through. their anger… it took over us. we couldn’t stop them, but you did. they were just some kids who lost their way, but you saved them. you set them free. you set us free…. I just wanted to thank you.” Bonnie says, glancing at Mike. “they tried to kill you, but you refused to let them suffer like that.” Bonnie murmurs. Mike looks at Bonnie.

“you don’t have to thank me. you’re my friends.” Mike assures. he shakes his head off. “and I hate to break up the party, but, its late, parents are looking for their kids.” Mike says.

‘right.” Bonnie chuckles. he whistles loudly, catching everyones attention. everyone looks over at them.

“hey kiddos, I know you guys are having fun, but its time for Freddy’s to close for the night.” Mike says. the kids, and the androids, let out disappointed groans and moans. a couple kids even whine. “I know, but Freddy’s will be open again tomorrow, I’m sure Foxy will love to tell you more stories then.” Mike assures. the kids cheer, scrambling off to their parents. he turns to watch them go, turning to watch them run to their parents.

he heads to the front and locks the doors. when he comes back the androids are all grinning. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica are all excitedly talking at the same time. Foxys just watching them.

“hell yeah! that was amazing!” Chica grins.

“Freddy’s has never been this popular.” Freddy says.

“it was so much fun! did you see all those kids?” Bonnie grins. he turns to Foxy. “and lets not forget the star of the show! Foxy! you were great!” Bonnie grins. Freddy nods immediately.

“those kids love you.” Freddy grins.

“they love your stories too!” Chica grins. Foxy flushes a little, smiling at them.

“yeah, was pretty fun.” Foxy murmurs. Bonnie claps him on the back, yanking him to his side in a one armed hug.

“I’ve never seen you so happy.” Bonnie laughs.

“alright. alright. you guys look like you’ve had fun.” Mike chuckles. they all turn to him.

“and we did it because of you!” Chica squeals. she runs over and hugs him. “Mike you did this!” Chica grins.

“ah! Chica, still human. you’re squishing me.” Mike laughs.

“get over it.” Chica grins. Freddy chuckles and walks over, pulling Chica off Mike. he gently slaps the bill of Mikes hat down over his face.

“we owe it to you Mike. Freddy’s is a happy place for kids and grown ups alike, once more.” Freddy says. Mike laughs, adjusting his hate, so he can see it again.

“you guys were great. you look like you all had fun. I have one thing to say however.” Mike says. the four look at him confused. Mike chuckles. “please do not pick the kids up and toss them into the air, Freddy.” Mike laughs, looking at him. Freddy shrugs.

“I didn’t drop her and she thought it was fun.” Freddy grins. Mike laughs a little.

“okay. Freddy’s will open at 10 AM tomorrow. lets clean up, lock up for the night, and go home.’ Mike says. three of the four pause and Mike looks confused.

“well, actually…” Bonnie starts.

“is something wrong?” Mike asks.

“we uh, we were hoping we could stay.” Chica says.

“what?” Mike asks, confused.

“here in the Pizzeria.” Freddy says. “not that we don’t enjoy living with you we do. we still want to be allowed over, but. this has been our home for years.” Freddy says. Mike nods a little, looking around.

“okay, you guys wanna stay here, we’ll get rooms built. you can stay with me until your rooms are done, then you can stay here. don’t ever think you can’t come back to my place though.” Mike says. he looks at Foxy. “do you want a room here?” Mike asks. the others look at Foxy. the man licks his bottom lip, looking at the other three, before shaking his head.

“Freddy’s hasn’ been home t’ me in a long time.” Foxy murmurs.

“hey but you’ll still come back and see us right?” Bonnie asks. Foxy looks confused.

“huh?” Foxy asks.

“yeah! I know you have more stories to tell.” Chica grins. Freddy shakes his head a smiling a little.

“you’re always welcome here. we’re family, but we’re not angry if you don’t see this place as your home Foxy. if Mike is your home, then so be it, but you have to come back to us so we can make sure you’re okay.” Freddy says. Foxy shoots him a half smiles and nods.

“alright.” Foxy mumbles. Bonnie grabs him in a head lock and noogies him hard. “hey!” Foxy laughs, trying to push away.

“can’t let the little brother wonder too far.” Bonnie grins. Mike smiles, watching them.

“come on guys, we’ve got a lot of clean up to get this place ready for tomorrow.” Mike says.

“right, come on. Chica you grab a broom, Bonnie a mop. I’ll start gathering trash. Foxy you grab a rag and clean up the tables. lets get this place ready.” Freddy says. the three head out quickly. Mike chuckles watching them go. he turns back to Foxy when he walks closer.

“hey, you okay?” Mike asks. Foxy watches him a moment, before hugging him tightly. Mike smiles at him, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist.

“thank ye.” Foxy mumbles. Mike smiles into the fabric of his shirt, nuzzling his face into Foxy’s chest.

“of course.” Mike smiles. “c’mon big guy, lets go.” Mike murmurs, pulling back some. Foxy grabs him and pulls him back to his chest, kissing his head, before tilting Mikes back to kiss him.

“I mean it. I didn’ think I could do this. ye proved me wrong.” Foxy mumbles. Mike smiles at him and chuckles.

“no, you proved yourself wrong. I knew you could do it.” Mike assures.

“hey you two gonna stand in here all night or you wanna help us clean?” Chica teases. Mike snorts and steps back.

“we’re coming Chica.” Mike assures. Foxy follows him out. he could do this. he didn’t have to, he wanted to and he was glad to be back.

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Mike groans lowly. its too late to be doing this in the office, the others could hear, but he doesn’t really seem to care. the hand in his hair tightens, pulling slightly, making him groan. they’re still clothed, but Foxy is making it clear he wishes they weren’t. the hand not in his hair has a grip on his left thigh, holding it tightly, pressing Mikes hiked leg against Foxy’s hip. Foxy loves making use of his new hand, even if its just on Mike. Mike has his hands in Foxys hair, with the taller mauling his neck, its just about the only thing he has the strength to get to. one of his picture frames falls off the wall when Foxy lifts him up against the wall. Mike kicks his other leg up, wrapping it around the others waist. Foxy smirks into his next taking a half step closer to press against Mike as much as he can.

“fuck. why do you get like this in my office?” Mike groans, dropping his head back..

“cause, s’fun.” Foxy growls into his neck. he fists his hand in Mikes hair, yanking his head back carefully, but the groan Mike gives, makes him chuckle Mikes face is a bright red. he’d had a few partners, but, he can’t ever remember being that turned on by having his hair pulled. he certainly can’t deny the way his body had reacted, his back arching up off the wall, bucking against his partner when he pulls his hair again, harder.

“shit!” Mike hisses softly. “knock it off, you’re gonna get us caught.” MIke grumbles.

“and?” Foxy murmurs. now that Mike had hold of his waist with his legs, Foxy can move his hand. he does so happily gripping MIkes hip. the shorter looks a right mess, flushing and squirming under him. his shirt is hiked up some and his hair is a mess, his usual Fazbear security hat is tossed aside. not that Foxy looks too much better. his hair is just as messy as Mikes, especially since the shorter has both his hands in it, and his own shirt is bunched up in a way their stomachs are touching.

“uh, should I come back later?” Bonnie asks. Foxys eyes widen. a horrified look comes across his face as it turns just as red as his hair, nails digging into Mikes skin.

“Bonnie! get the fuck out!” Mike shouts. he reaches blindly for anything next to him and throws it at the door. Bonnie yelps and slams the door shut.

“SORRY!” Bonnie cries, running off down the hall. Foxys ears immediately press against his head, swallowing hard. he slowly meets Mikes eyes. the man is staring back at him with wide eyes, before his body starts shaking and laughter bubbles out of his mouth. Foxy watches him confused.

“I told you, we were gonna get caught!” Mike laughs. Foxy chuckle hesitantly.

“sorry.” he mutters.

“its okay, put me down. come on.” Mike laughs. Foxy carefully drops him to his feet. “you alright?” Mike asks, looking at him. he frowns. Foxys pulling back into his shell, flushing nervously. Mike looks confused. “hey, Foxy, you okay?” Mike asks.

“I jus’... m’sorry…” Foxy mumbles. Mike looks more confused. he steops and spins Foxy to face him.

“sorry? Foxy, for you what?” Mike ask. Foxy meets his eye hesitantly, then looks away. Mike shakes his head. “hey, love, look at me.” Mike murmurs. Foxy turns his head away slightly and Mike seems to understand. “hey you don’t have anything to be sorry for. don’t shut down please. I know you’re embarrassed, but hey, don’t. its okay. it was just Bonnie. they know.” Mike assures.

“ye told me t’ stop. we were gonna get caught.” Foxy mumbles.

“and?” Mike snorts. he rolls his eyes. “so we got caught making out like a couple of teenagers, oh well. could’ve been worse.” Mike says.

“don’ see how.” Foxy grumbles. Mike snorts.

“we still had our pants on.” MIke says. Foxy perks up slightly, face going redder.

“we-well, yeah.” he mutters.

“see? its alright. come on. I’m not taking a walk of shame. I don’t care if they know.” Mike shrugs.

“yer… yer okay? with’im catchin’ us?” Foxy asks, hesitantly. Mike nods, shrugging a little.

“well, yeah.” Mike shrugs. he takes Foxys hand gently. “I love you. I’m not worried about being caught. and what do you mean caught? we’re two adults. we can do what we want, when we want, within reason, okay?” Mike asks.

“but I mean-” Foxy tries.

“no buts. Foxy, there’s nothing to be upset about. sure you can be embarrassed, but just think. Bonnie is gonna be ten times more embarrassed.” Mike smiles.

“why would he be?” Foxy asks, hesitantly. Mike laughs softly.

“you didn’t see his face. I’m telling you.” Mike chuckles. “come on, lets go home.” Mike murmurs. he pulls Foxy out of his office, carefully locking up behind him. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were living in the restaurant now, no need for security, they kept the place safe.

Mike pulls him out to the main room, Bonnie won’t even meet their gaze, flushing red and fleeing the area. Mike chuckles.

“bye guys, we’ll see you tomorrow.” Mike waves.

“see ya!” Chica waves.

“bye guys.” Freddy waves at them, hopping off the stage.

the drive home is quiet and Mike doesn’t push it. he knows Foxy is embarrassed and just wants to give him time and space he needs.

Mike pulls him into the house, locking the door behind him.

“you okay?” Mike asks. Foxy nods slightly. “okay I’m gonna go get a shower, you had a busy day with those kids, why don’t you watch TV?” Mike asks. he heasd for the bedroom, but Foxy follows him, frowning. Mike glances at him. “you want a shower or something?” MIke asks. Foxy just frowns at him. “FOxy, hey, you’re freaking me out. what's up?” Mike asks.

“m’sorry.” Foxy says. Mike looks confused.

“for?” he asks, hesitantly.

“actin’ loike that.” Foxy says.

“what? embarrassed? Foxy I’m not worried about it.” Mike chuckles.

“I-I jus’ don’ want ya thinkin’ I be ashamed er nothin’.” Foxy mumbles. “jus’ a priavte person.” Foxy adds. Mike waves his worry off.

“don’t bother Foxy. I know you. I also know which buttons I can push and which ones I can’t. okay? I know you’re a little more shy than the others. I know you get embarrassed easily. its alright. I’m not upset and I’m not going to pick on you for it. okay? you’ve had a hard life. I don’t judge or hate you for anything you do. I may not know everything you’ve been through, but I’m always here if you ever want to tell me.” Mike assures. Foxy looks away.

“nah, ‘cause ye might hate the others.” Foxy says. Mike shakes his head.

“no. thats not my job to hate them. they were possessed by the restlest spirits of children murdered in the 80’s. whatever they did I don’t believe was them.” Mike assures.

“me either. thats why I fergive’em. but I won’ fill yer head with that.” Foxy frowns.

“look, my point is, I’m not worried about it Foxy. I’m happy with you and as long as you’re happy, then your fine. your quirks don’t piss me off, they’re cute and sometimes funny.” Mike assures. “now, I’m going to shower because Freddy got two kids to shove ice cream down the back of my shirt and its getting sticky.” Mike snorts, heading to the bathroom. “you’re welcome to join me, but you make me slip in the shower again and I’m gonna let Bonnie give you a wedgie.” Mike snorts.

“it was an accident.” Foxy huffs.

“you jumped out and scared me.” Mike huffs.

“an it was funny, when I realized ye were okay.” Foxy huffs. the panic attack he’d had when Mike had slipped, fell, and busted his head, however, had not been funny. Bonnie had to come in and help Mike off the bathroom floor, while Freddy had to drag Foxy out of the bathroom. Chica and Freddy had sent 20 minutes calming him down before Mike had walks out, wrapped in a towel and leaned against Bonnie, laughing.

“well, if I slip in the shower again, just remember to call Bonnie. they may be 20 minutes away, but I’m sure they can run that far to help.” Mike snorts.

“I won’ make ye fall again.” Foxy mutters. he plops onto the toilet lid, watching Mike strip down and hop into the shower. kicking the water on, Mikes quiet a moment.

“so.” Mike says. Foxy perks up, looking over at him.

“yeah?” Foxy asks.

“the Cove.” Mike says.

“what ‘bout it?” Foxy asks.

“well, its your place. even if it ended up a hell in the end. its yours.” Mike says.

“well, yeah. it is. I guess.” Foxy says.

“the renovations are almost done.” Mike says.

“and?” Foxy asks.

“how do you want to do it?” Mike asks. “I mean, we’ve torn the whole thing apart and put new floors in and a new staeg. your boats almost done. I still have to hire someone to painting the walls and if you don’t want the black and white tile I need to know now.” Mike rambles.

“Mikey, I don’ care what that place looks loike.” Foxy says.

“I know you don’t perform like the others, don’t get me wrong. but I still want you to have a place there. y’know? somewhere to tell your stories and play with kids. I want your opinon on it.” Mike says.

“it don’ matter what that place looks loike.” Foxy repeats. Mike huffs and pokes his head around the shower curtain.

“don’t give me that crap.” Mike mutters, rolling his eyes. “I don’t want to set it up the way it was before. I’m trying to keep you from having another panic attack. the others got to pick how the main room looks its your turn to design your space. so come on, I need ideas.” Mike says. Foxy frowns, watching Mike poke back into the shower. “so, you better think of some.” Mike adds.

“wh-why s’this important t’ ye?” Foxy asks.

“because I want you to feel safe. I want you to have a place there. Freddy’s needs to be a place you can be safe too.” Mike says. “so, do you know what you want on the wall?” Mike asks.

“well, if yer gonna paint it anyway.” Foxy mumbles.

“I am. what do yuo want?” Mike asks.

“the walls were so bland. I was an after thought.” Foxy mumbles.

“well you aren’t any more.” Mike says firmly.

“can we do an ocean?” Foxy asks.

“like under water view or above?” Mike asks.

“above.” Foxy mumbles.

“I like it. we can do the floor in a blue tile to represent the water.” Mike says, thoughtfully.

“actually…” Foxy trails. Mike pokes out to look at him, a smile on his face.

“yeah?” he asks.

“well… w-we could do it a sandy color. look loike beach sand as the floor. an the stage could be painted loike the water, so it looks loike me boat floats…” Foxy trails.

“okay, I can see the vision you’re going for. now what about the walls?” Mike asks.

“well, we could… make it look loike an island. loike we’re on an island. wit’ trees and coconuts.” Foxy suggests. Mike chuckles.

“of course Foxy, that sounds like a great idea.” Mike murmurs.

“are ye sure? it don’ sound stupid?” Foxy asks.

“nah, it sounds like a great idea. I love it.” Mike assures. “and what about that curtain?” Mike asks. Foxy snaps his head over to the shower curtain.

“whats wrong with me curtain?” Foxy frowns. Mike chuckles.

“nothing, nothing. I love the curtain. I’m just trying to decide if you want a new one or if that one should be dry cleaned.” Mike assures.

“I lioke that one.” Foxy says.

“okay, so we keep the curtain. its not a big deal.” Mike assures. he climbs out of the shower, grabbing his towel. he wraps it around his waist. Foxy watches him quietly. “I’ll send it out to get it cleaned.” Mike assures, drying his hair with a smaller towel. he glances over at Foxy, whose watching him. “you alright?” Mike asks. Foxy nods a little making Mike laughs. he leans down to the tallers face, waving his hand in front of it gently. “hello, Earth to Foxy. you’re staring.” Mike snorts. Foxy meets his eye, face bright red.

“sorry…” Foxy trails. Mike laughs a little, kissing his forehead, before walking out of the bathroom.

“I’m not complaining. I was just worried you short circuited.” Mike laughs. Foxy scoffs and gets up.

“ha ha, very funny.” Foxy huffs, following after him. “can’ help it yer jus’ pretty.” Foxy mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. Mike flushes, freezing in his spot.

“y-you think I’m pretty?” Mike asks. Foxy shrugs a little.

“m’I not supposed t’?” Foxy asks, looking a little confused. Mike chuckles, turning to face him.

“you sure you’re not blind, love?” Mike asks. Foxy rolls his eyes.

“I seen a side o’ ye no one else has. yer jus’ ‘bout the prettiest thin’ I ever seen.” Foxy says. Mike laughs softly, shaking his head.

“maybe you are blind.” Mike snorts. he grabs a shirt out of his dresser, before Foxy turns him around. Mike looks up at him confused. “Foxy-” Mike starts. Foxy grabs him and kisses him, Mike lets him. he’s confused, but he’ll let him, even leaning into it a moment. Foxy pulls back.

“don’ be stupid.” Foxy mutters. Mike laughs, leaning against him.

“awww but its fun.” Mike teases. Foxy chuckles and shakes his head. “alright, let me get dressed.” Mike murmurs. “before you short circuit for real.” Mike teases.

“now wait jus’ a damn minute.” Foxy huffs. Mike dodges his grab, snatching a pair of boxers. “get back here.’ Foxy says. Mike laughs, slipping his boxers on as he ducks Foxy grabbing for him again.

“don’t you know anything about me?” Mike asks. Foxy pauses confused, watching Mike toss his towel aside. “I’m not gonna let you get me that easy. never have, never will.’ MIke laughs, running out of the room. Foxy stares after him a moment.

“oh, ha ha! get back here!” Foxy shouts, running after him. “yer not built t’ run forever Mike!” Foxy laughs, chasing him through the living room.

“nope! but I know we both know I’m more nimble!” Mike laughs, running through the kitchen. he runs through the dinning room, leaving the table between him and Foxy.

“there’s jus’ one thin’ ye forgot.” Foxy smirks.

“whats that?” Mike teases.

“me new body actually works!” Foxy laughs, vaulting himself over the table.

“shit!” Mike yelps. he tries to run, but Foxys arms are around his waist before he can move.

“ye can’ run from me.” Foxy laughs. “not any more.” he snorts. Mike laughs, leaning back against him.

“okay okay! you win, my phones ringing.” Mike laughs.

“I don’ hear it.” Foxy smirks.

“damn nothing gets past you huh?” Mike asks.

“not anymore.” Foxy grins. Mike laughs again.

“okay. you win. for real. let me get some dinner. we’ll sit down and watch something for a little bit, then we can head to bed.” Mike says. Foxy nods, easily letting him go.

“don’ run from me.” Foxy smirks.

“you won’t catch me next time, okay?” Mike teases, heading for the kitchen.

Foxy chuckles softly and follows after him.

“whatever ye say.” Foxy teases. he hops up onto the counter to watch Mike make himself a sandwich.

“do you want to try?” Mike asks. Foxy frowns, pulling back. “oh come on, you guys can eat.” Mike says.

“but I don’ need t’ what's the point?” Foxy asks. Mike shrugs.

“you’re right I guess.” Mike says, taking a bite of his sandwich. “c’mon, lets go turn on a show.” Mike murmurs. Foxy hops down and follows him to the living room. “we’ll have to get some good sleep, we’re spending the night at Freddy’s tomorrow, I gotta show the new night guard around.” Mike murmurs. Foxy scoffs.

“fine, but we’re not stayin’.” Foxy grumbles.

“no, but we’ll be there pretty much all day and we won’t leave until midnight, or later.” Mike says, settling on the couch.

“whatever as long as we leave.’ Foxy mumbles. Mike chuckles softly.

“we will, onto pick a show.” Mike murmurs, handing him the remote. FOxy takes it happily. he doesn’t care what they watch but he’ll turn something on just for the noise.

“another long day a Freddy’s.” Foxy mumbles.

“nothing new for us.” Mike smiles. Foxy nods and cuddles him. he’s not excited for a long night at Freddy’s, but it wouldn’t be bad with Mike at his side.

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Mike walks in with Foxy, looking around.

“hey Mike! hey Foxy!” Chica chirps, running over to them.

“hey Chica.” Mike waves.

“oh wow, you guys should really be careful.” Chica laughs, walking up to Mike. Chica adjusts his collar gently.

“careful?” Mike asks.

“if you’re gonna wear something other than your manager shirt, you might want to consider investing in some foundation to cover the hickies Foxy left all over your neck.” Chica says. Mike flushes darkly, hands flying up to his neck. he turns to stare at Foxy, whose staring at a nearby wall.

“fucking nice. thanks Foxy.” Mike huffs.

“sorry.” Foxy mutters, but he’s biting back a smirk.

“anyway,” Chica says. “is this one of the new shirt designs?” Chica asks. Mike nods looking down at himself. its a blue and white checkered t-shirt with Freddy on it. he looks straight out of a cartoon, Freddy is holding a slice of pizza grinning excitedly.

“yeah, Freddy’s will be stocked today. I’ve got yours and Bonnies coming in with the next order. they’ll be here tomorrow.” Mike says.

“and?” Chica asks.

“and the designs you chose are on them. promise. yours is checkered with pink and blue and it has you and your cupcake.” Mike assures. “and Bonnies is purple and white checkered. its got him and his guitar.” Mike adds. “Foxy still hasn’t picked a design he likes but I’m hoping to have those in by the time the Cove reopens.” Mike explains.

“Mike…. Mike are you okay?” Chica asks.

“yeah why?” Mike asks.

‘ye sound a little frantic…” Foxy frowns. Mike takes in a deep breath and heaves it out.

“right. sorry. the contractors woke me up early this morning they ordered the wrong paint and tiles for Foxys Cove and they’re sending them back. plus the dry cleaners is working on Foxys curtain but it won’t be done for at least another two weeks.” Mike mutters. “I’m feeling a little frantic.” Mike grumbles.

“s’always the Cove.” Foxy says. Mike shoots him an apologetic look.

“right I’m sorry. I’m gonna have it together.” Mike says. he shakes his head. “okay we have three birthday parties today, are we set up?” Mike asks. Chica nods immediately, leading him off. Mike waves at Foxy. Foxy snorts and watches him go. the man is busy before they open.

“we have uh, Ryan McCarlson turning 6 first thing this morning, Susan March turning 8 at 1PM, and finally we have Roxanne and Charlie Cobalt turning 9 at 3PM.” Chica says.

“right. McCarlson ordered the Bonnie cake special, do we have the cake and cupcakes ready?” Mike asks.

“right! the Bonnie cake with the cupcakes in the shape of his guitar is finished.” Chica says, leading him to he kitchen. she lets him check it out. “chocolate like they ordered though I have three vanilla cupcakes set aside with the nut free, egg free, and chocolate free recipe for the allergen part of the order.” Chica says.

“fantastic an the March cake?” Mike asks.

“we got a last minute change on that, but I think she’s gonna love it. she wanted me to begin with but then she changed to just Carl, my cupcake.” Chica says, showing him the enext cake. its just a large cupcake designed like Chicas. Mike laughs.

“looking good.” Mike says. he pauses. “wait, Carl? he has a name?” Mike asks. Chica nods.

“he wasn’t like us, he was just an animatronic if that's what your worried about.” Chica says. Mike nods.

“good.” he mumbles. “and what about the twin cakes?” Mike asks.

“well, one is done but, the other one is still in progress. they ordered the main band for Charlie, he’s gonna love it by the way, but for Roxanne, well, she wanted Foxy.” Chica says.

“whats wrong with that?” Mike asks, curious.

“well, he wasn’t exactly on the menu yet, because we didn’t have the red for him, but I managed to get some red dye for it and its almost done. its chilling in the freezer right now, needs a couple finishing touches like his eye patch and his eyes, but then her cake is done too, should be done in an maybe, 45?” Chica explains.

“fantastic Chica. you’re amazing as always. great job on those cakes, they’re beautiful. the kids are gonna love them.” Mike says. Chica nods, smiling at him.

“go check on Freddy, something was up with the speakers yesterday.” Chica says. Mike nods.

“on it. thanks Chica, you’re the best.” Mike says.

“don’t let Foxy hear you say that.” Chica laughs. Mike chuckles and heads for the stage.

“alright.” Mike says, jumping up onto the stage. “alright Freddy. lay it on me. Chica said something was wrong with the speakers.” Mike says. Freddy growls.

“all the damn cords for the speakers and the lights and one of the cords got pulled by a kid and now the speakers aren’t working on the left side of the stage.” Freddy mutters.

“don’t touch those. Mandy will fix it, I’ll call her right now okay?” Mike asks. Freddy grunts, looking up from the bundle of wires. “relax Freddy, we have an hour.” Mike soothes. he grabs his phone from his back pocket. “hey Mandy! my favorite stage hand, hey can you be here asap?” Mike asks.

”what the hell happened now?”

“kid pulled on some wires. half our speakers are down and we open in an hour.” Mike says.

”be there in 10, Boss.”

“thanks!” Mike grins, hanging up. he puts his phone up. “don’t touch those, Mandy will be here soon.” Mike says. Freddy grunts, getting up.

“fine.” Freddy mutters.

“wheres Bonnie?” Mike ask.

“in the back, restringing his guitar.” Freddy says, pointing behind him. MIke nods and heads for the back stage.

“Bonnie, hey you in here?” Mike asks.

“busy.” Bonnie mutters. Mike follows his voice and looks at him.

“you okay, you got it?” Mike asks. Bonnie nods.

“yup, just getting the last one in now.” Bonnie says. “then I just gotta tune it.” Bonnie adds. he pauses, staring at his guitar a moment before looking up at Mike. “have I thanked you for the real guitar?” Bonnie asks. Mike shakes his head a little.

“Bonnie, you don’t have to thank me for that. you worked your ass off for it.” Mike assures.

“thakns again.” Bonnie murmurs.

“no problem.” Mike smiles.

“you checked on Foxy?” Bonnie asks.

“I just came in with him, what's wrong with him?” Mike asks. Bonnie raises an eye brow.

“one of the new hires made a nasty comment about not seeing the point of bringing back Pirate Cove… that all Foxy ever did was bite a kid.” Bonnie frowns. Mike clenches his jaw.

“who?” Mike asks.

“uh, new kid.” Bonnie says.

“which one?” Mike demands.

“the blonde boy. with the earring.” Bonnie says. Mike turns around and storms off. Freddy watches Mike storm past him.

“Andy!” Mike shouts. a blond boy looks up from the table he’s setting up.

“what?” Andy asks.

“my office, now.” Mike orders. he can see the teen roll his eyes.

“c’mon Mr.Schmidt. I don’t have much time to get these tables set up.” Andy huffs.

“they would be done if you would come in on time, now, my office. Chica, finish those tables for me. the cake can wait.” Mike says.

“sure thing Mike.” Chica frowns. Mike leads the boy back to his office, pushing the door open. Foxy is sitting at his desk. the man jumps when Mike opens the door.

“not a word.” Mike says, motioning to Foxy. Foxy ducks his head down a little. Mike shuts his office door. “look kid, I can handle being late and I can handle snarky attitude. I can even hand you leaving every five minutes to go smoke weed, but I will not, absolutely will not stand for any abuse, verbal or otherwise, to the Androids. any of them.” Mike snaps.

“oh great.” Andy huffs, rolling his eyes. “what is this? I insult your little boyfriend and he cried to you?” Andy scoffs. Mike grabs the man by the collar of his shirt and yanks him close.

“insult him? insult him?” Mike snaps. “nah kid, you want to talk about that time Foxy bit a kid, lets talk about it.” Mike growls. he pulls the hat off his head.

“what are you-” Andy tries. Mike pulls his hair out of the way so he can see the scar.

“I was six and that kid pushed him off stage. he was trying to get off me it was an accident. so if you want to talk to someone about it, you talk to me, not Foxy. as a matter of fact, you don’t talk to him, at all, ever. or any of them. you’re fired.” Mike says. Andys jaw drops.

“what? seriously? I’m fired?” Andy asks.

“you’re fired.” Mike says firmly. “I have put my heart and soul into making this place a great place for kids. a safe place for kids and you just don’t fit the picture. so you can turn your uniform in tomorrow when you collect your last check. bye.” Mike says, opening the door to his office.

“this is bullshit!” Andy growls, storming out.

“Freddy, see to it he makes it out of the building after clearing out his locker. he’s done.” Mike calls.

“sure thing Mike.” Freddy says, climbing off stage. Mike turns back to Foxy, whose looking at his desk.

“ye didn’ have t’ do that.” Foxy mumbles.

“Foxy, please.” Mike says. Foxy goes quiet, looking up at him. Mike sighs. “okay, we’ve made too much progress for a shitty kid to ruin it Foxy.” Mike says. Foxy gets up, grabbing Mikes hat and bringing it over to him. Mike takes it from him. “I’m sorry you had to be part of that.” Mike murmurs. Foxy huffs, and kisses Mikes head.

“m’not worried about it.” Foxy murmurs. Mike chuckles and puts his hat back on.

“alright.” Mike murmurs, checking his watch. “fuck.” Mike mumbles.

“what?” Foxy asks.

“I haven’t seen Mandy yet and we open in ten minutes and the speakers don’t work.” Mike mutters.

“ye go check on Chica again, I’ll check wit’ Freddy. see if she been here.” Foxy murmurs. Mike nods.

“okay.” Mike murmurs. he heads out of the office to the kitchen.

Chica looks up from the cake she’s decorating.

“hey… uh, Bonnie said you had a tantrum.” Chica says. Mike heaves a sigh.

“that stupid kid we just hired. he made a nasty comment about when Foxy bit me as a kid.” Mike mutters. Chica winces.

“oh, so you got rid of him?” Chica asks.

“had to.” Mike mutters. “Foxy has made too much progress for some kid to ruin it all.” Mike mumbles. he shakes his head. “how the cake?” Mike asks.

“perfect! you know you can trust me.” Chica smirks, stepping away from it. Mike leans over and smiles.

“its perfect.” Mike chuckles.

“hey, Mandy got the speakers fixed.” Foxy says, poking his head into the kitchen

“great! thats great. fantastic.” Mike says, heading out of the kitchen, he pats Foxys cheek as he walks past. the man turns and follows him. “alright guys, show time!” Mike calls.

“we have a birthday party that should be coming in at any minute.” Mike warns.

“tables are set up and ready to go, boss.” Bonnie calls.

“speakers are ready too.” Freddy calls.

“cakes are done, boss.” Chica grins.

“we’re ready t’ go Mikey.” Foxy assures. Mike nods.

“oh! and I made sure the new Freddy shirts were stocked in the prize corner.” Chica says.

“fuck I forgot about those, thanks Chica.” Mike smiles. Chica nods.

“you panic too much Mike, you have to relax a little.” Chica murmurs.

“Freddy’s has had enough bad luck in the past. I won’t let that bad news come back to haunt us again.” Mike states. he’s firm. he can’t risk loosing everything he’s tried so hard to fix.

“s’okay.” Foxy soothes gently. “we know, ye’ve worked hard to fix this fer all o’ us, but we don’ wan ye hurtin’ yerself in the process.” Foxy soothes. Mike smiles at them.

“don’t worry about me guys. I’ve got this.” Mike assures.

Mike exhausted by the time they finally close up. the clean up crew is hard at work, with help from the three main band members. he and Foxy are in the old security office, Foxy is in his old chair, asleep. the poor Pirate was worn out. the kids loved him, so much. he had run around, full energy, for all three parties. playing with every kid along the way. throwing kids on his shoulders for fun or giving them piggy back rides. he’d played tag and hide and seek. he’d even danced around with the kids. Mike glances back at him with a small smile. his hat is resting on Foxy’s head, pulled down over his eyes to let the man slumber.

“hey Mike, hows it going?” Bonnie asks.

“shhhh.” Mike murmurs. he’s under the desk. “don’t wake Foxy.” Mike mumbles. Bonnie glances at Foxy, whose snoring.

“Mike I don’t think much could wake him right now.” Bonnie chuckles. he crouches beside Mike. “now what are you doing? setting up this old camera system again?” Bonnie asks.

“its update. no offense to you guys, but I don’t want you getting in trouble trying to protect yourselves. so just hang out in your rooms, leave the guard alone. let him do his job. no more guard games, got it?” Mike asks. Bonnie laughs, rolling his eyes.

“fine. fine. but why do you still have the doors?” Bonnie asks.

“for his protection. should someone break in they can lock themselves in here and close the doors.” Mike says. Bonnie nods. Mike pulls himself out from under the desk and nods to himself. “good. it works.” Mike says. he glances at his watch. “I have to go let him in, you leave Foxy alone, okay? let him sleep.” Mike warns, heading out of the office.

Foxy is still sound asleep when Mike leads the newly hired guard into the office.

“uh, why is it in here?” the man asks.

“that is Foxy and he’ll leave when I leave. he doesn’t live here yet. he’s waiting on the Cove to be finished. his recharge pad is at my house. he’s just, snoozing. it was a long day.” Mike says, he turns to the camera system.

“so this is your office for the night.” Mike says. “camera system is bran new and updated. the other Androids won’t bother you. they’ll probably set up a for the first birthday party we have tomorrow and Chica will probably hang out in the kitchen for a while baking, but non of them will bother you. Bonnie might pop in and out to check on you, he does that from time to time, guy has serious big brother energy, wants to make sure everyone is safe at all times. Freddy doesn’t come out much he likes to stay in his room and relax after long days, though he might-” Mike cuts himself off at a thump.

“huh?” Foxy mumbles, blinking awake. Mike turns around, Foxy is on the floor, looking confused and rubbing his head. the new guard has literally just ripped the chair out from under him.

“they’re fucking androids. Christ, you’re crazy aren’t you? fucking things don’t sleep and it doesn’t need a fucking chair. man I didn’t believe them when they said this place was weird, but they’re fucking androids idiot. fucking machines, this place should’ve rotted years ago.” the man huffs. Mikes hands tighten into fists and he growls lowly. Foxy looks at Mike confused. Mike grabs hold of the guard, yank the chair from his hands and throwing him into the hallway.

“OUT!” Mike snaps.

“you’re fucking crazy!” the man yelps, running off down the hall. Mike chases after him, tackling him into the main room, disturbing near by chairs and one of the tables.

“you want crazy! I’ll show you crazy! push him out of a chair again! i’ll break your neck!” Mike snaps, pulling back to punch the man in the face.

“Mike! get off him!” Bonnie shouts, ripping Mike off the man. Mike doesn’t make it easy, kicking and fighting against Bonnie, but the purple haired man doesn’t budge.

“let me go! let me break his nose!” Mike shouts. Freddy walks over quickly, helping the new guard out of the floor.

“what the hell is going on?” Freddy asks.

“out! out! you’re fired! out!” Mike snaps.

“fired?! I quit! fuck this place! you’re all crazy!” he shouts, running out.

“come back and I’ll ring your neck! I’ll fucking show you!” Mike shouts. Chica pokes her head out of the kitchen confused.

“what juds happened?” Chica asks.

“I have no idea, Mike chased the guy from the office and tackled him.” Bonnie says.

“put me down.” Mike growls. Bonnie puts the man on his feet and he turns around, storming back to the office. the others follow him.

Foxy is still half laid out on the floor, looking confused, the chair is broken from where Mike threw it.

“Foxy? hey you alright?” Bonnie asks, looking confused.

“what happened?” he mumbles. he sits up fully, rubbing the back of his head again. “I was sleepin’.” Foxy mumbles, looking around.Mike heaves an angry sigh out his nose,before unclenching his fists and walking over to Foxy.

“come on, lets get you up.” Mike murmurs. Foxy lets Mike and Bonnie help him up.

“can someone tell us what's going on?” Freddy asks. Mike snatches his hat off the floor.

“what happened is, that idiot called you guys machines and threw Foxy into the floor.” Mike growls. Foxy looks confused, looking back at the chair.

“ye ain’ have t’ get so angry.” Foxy mumbles.

“you are not machines. you are sentient and alive and I’m not letting this happen again.” Mike snaps.

“Mike take it easy, okay?” Freddy frowns.

“hey, its okay.” Bonnie soothes.

“its not, okay? you’re not machines and you shouldn’t be treated like that. I mean, shoving Foxy out of a chair because he’s ‘just a machine’? I don’t think so. that idiots damn lucky you came to his rescue! I didn’t even get to punch him!” Mike glares.

“you two go home. we can go without a real guard for a few more nights, alright?” Bonnie asks.

“Bonnie’s right, you’re both tired.” Chica says.

“c’mon Mike. s’go.” Foxy mumbles. Mike puts his hat back on and heads out of the office. Foxy follows behind him, sleepily. he didn’t get near enough rest to build up enough power to do much, but he catches up to Mike.

“sorry.” Mike says, slowing down.

“why did it piss ye off so much?” Foxy asks.

“because you’re alive. all of you are. he came in here and he shoved you into the floor for a freaking chair.” Mike snaps.

“m’okay.” Foxy assures gently.

“I know you are and I know you guys don’t get hurt that easy, but it doesn’t make me any less angry.” Mike mumbles, getting in the car. Foxy gets in with him. he blinks at Mike, looking ready to fall asleep again and Mike gives him a small smile. “okay, I know. come on.” Mike murmurs softly.

“m;sorry m’so tired.” Foxy mumbles.

“its okay. you played with a lot of kids today.” Mike chuckles softly. “you’re not used to that. its gonna take a while, but you’re okay. you can sleep and I get you up when we get back to the house.” Mike assures gently.

“y’sure?” Foxy asks.

“of course, you’re exhausted. get some more rest.” Mike soothes. Foxy nods and curls up in the seat beside him. Mike smiles slightly and drives them home. he’d find a new guard in a few days, for now he’s happy to drive home knowing Foxy is safe.

Chapter Text

“you ready for this?” Mike asks.

“no. I ain’ even seen the new Cove yet.” Foxy frowns.

“I know. thats the whole point, none of you have. I saw it to make sure its perfect. look, I even got your new shirts in for it.” Mike smiles, opening his jacket. its white and navy blue checkered with little cartoonistic Chica, Bonnie, and Freddy animatronic heads in the white squares, Foxy had insisted the others be part of his shirt. the main shirt is Foxy , back in his original body, hanging onto the mast of the ship by his hook with a grin on his face and a telescope to his non patched eye. the words ‘ Welcome to Foxy’s Pirate Cove!’ on the shirt, made out of tiny broken board pieces. Foxy thought it was ironic and funny.

Foxy swallows hard.

“uh, wow, looks great.” Foxy mumbles. “are they stocked in the prize zone?” Foxy asks.

“they will be as soon as we reveal the Cove.” Mike assures. he heads into the Pizzeria, Foxy following behind.

“Foxy!!!” Chica squeals, running over.

“no wait Chica!” Foxy yelps. Chica tackles him into the floor, laughing and leaving the scrawnier Android groaning.

“todays the dayyyyy!!!” Chica giggles.

“the day I go deaf.” Foxy grunts, trying to pull his ears away.

“no! the day the Cove opens!!” Chica squeals.

“please get off.” Foxy mutters.

‘I’m so excited!!! how are you not!?” Chica squeals. Foxy grunts, trying to wiggle out from under the bigger Android.

“yer crushin’ me.” Foxy grunts.

“this is soo exciting!!! the Cove opens today!!!” Chica squeals. Foxy squirms harder, trying to get out from under her.

“m’beggin’.” Foxy manages. Mike shakes his head, taking pity on Foxy when the Android throws him a panicked and begging look. he looks almost pathetic the way he throws his head back to look up at Mike, ears folding back against his head.

“okay, okay. get off him.” Mike snorts. Chica gets up laughing. Mike helps pull Foxy up gently, gently brushing him off. the taller man shuffles behind Mike, holding his ears and shooting Chica an anxious look. “Chica step back, come on now. you know better than to scream in his ears or anyones for that matter.” Mike frowns. Foxy shakes his head slightly, huffing at her.

“don’t be so sensitive.” Chica huffs.

“don’t scream in his ears.” Mike says firmly.

“aww fine.” Chica huffs.

“hey! can we finally see the Cove?” Bonnie asks, walking over quickly.

“not until later. we’re opening on time today. the Cove is perfect and clean and unseen. I expect you four to leave it that way until the grand opening.” Mike says firmly. he leans over to look around Bonnie and Chica to stare Freddy down. the man huffs at him, annoyed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I mean it Freddy. no one steps foot in the Cove, until I say so, or else.” Mike warns.

“fine.” Freddy mumbles.

“awww you’re no fun today.” Chica pouts.

“its me Cove. it belongs t’ me.” Foxy huffs.

“I mean it.” Mike warns. “do not go poking around in there.’ Mike says. he heads towards the kitchen. Chica follows him quickly.

“but Mike-” Chica tries.

“is the cake ready Chica?” Mike asks.

“which one?” Chica asks.

“the cake to celebrate the opening. the birthday party is hours from now. if its not done you’ll have time.” Mike says.

“both are done, but Mike, should we really be having a birthday party after the grand opening of the Cove?” Chica asks.

“the show must go on Chica, besides its an hour from closing.” Mike chuckles softly.

“but Mike.” Chica pouts.

“no buts.” Mike warns. Chica growns, following after him. this was gonna be a day.

Mike takes a deep breath, smiling at Foxy. he reaches over and adjusts the mans new shirt collar, gently. he dusts Foxy off gently, making sure the man looks good. Foxys giving him a hesitant look.

“s’stupid.” Foxy mumbles.

“no you look great.” Mike murmurs. Mike had gone all out and ordered Foxy a Pirates costume, even letting the Captain pick his own hat out, which Mike adjusts gently when he pulls the man down to kiss his cheek and accidentally knocks it slightly askew. his had a long brown coat with a gold trim on, under it is an old worn white tank top and some brown khakis, a tribute to Foxys broken down look from before. it had been Foxys idea. he’s got a metal hook over his hand and some nice boots on. the black boots with a gold trip finish the outfit up nicely. his tail is neatly tucked under his coat, but Mike could almost best its trembling.

“I feel stupid.” Foxy mumbles. Mike frowns, looking up at him.

“you don’t like it? Foxy we spent days picking out something you like.” Mike sighs.

“no, I loike it. I jus’ feel stupid. I ain’ worn this ‘fore. I jus’ came up here.” Foxy says.

“yeah in jeans and a t-shirt. you looked homeless.” Mike says.

“ye dress loike that every day.” Foxy huffs. Mike rolls his eyes.

“yeah I know.” he mutters. “but I mean look we designed the shirts off what you’re wearing right now.” Mike says, showing Foxy the shirt again. Foxy stares at it a moment, before nodding at Mike.

“okay.” he mumbles.

“now, are you ready?” Mike asks. Foxy nods slightly. Mike chuckles and steps in front of the curtain.

“jus’ take it easy.” Foxy mumbles. Mike smirks at him.

“ladies and gentlemen! welcome back to Freddy Fazbears! it has been a long six months since the last time I stood before you like this, but today is for a good reason I promise you. we have been working on a project for the last several months and its finally done!” Mike grins. some of the kids cheer and Mike chuckles. “now, before we go any further, let me welcome, Foxy!” Mike says. Foxy awkwardly steps up beside Mike, tench coat flowing easily. his tail is trembling and so is the hand closest to Mikes, but he’s got a hesitant smile on ihs face.

“ye talk an awful lot. ye know that?” Foxy asks. the kids burst into laughter. Foxy relaxes a little, like Mike knew he would.

“ha ha, very funny.” Mike smiles. he looks at the crowd again. “now you may have noticed that Foxy hasn’t had his own place here, not like the others. he runs around and he has fun, but Foxy hasn’t had his own corner of Freddy’s for you guys to hear stories in and play, until today! for the first view ever, even by the Androids, I present to you, Pirate Cove! “ Mike calls. the curtain falls as he steps out of the way. the room is beautiful. the sand themed tiles flow along the floor beautifully. the walls are painted to look like they’re on an island, with water and islands out in the distance. the stage is a beautiful ocean blue, with fish and other sea life painted into the details of the boards, but the eye catching view is Foxy’s boat. the massive ship may not be real, but its the prettiest damn boat Foxy’s ever seen in his whole life. he stares in awe. “welcome to Foxy’s Pirate Cove!” Mike grins.

all Foxy can do is stare, flipping his eye patch up to see better. sure he’d designed it, but he’d designed it on paper. he hadn’t seen the real thing. it was so beautiful, he can’t make words. Mike had not only made his vision come true, but he’s gone and done it ten fold. it was better than Foxy imagined it could be and nothing like the hole he’d had once before.

“wow!!” Chica grins.

“now we have one more thing.” Mike calls. Foxy looks confused, glancing over at Mike. “Foxy, some of the kids have noticed that you don’t have a Pirate sword.” Mike says. Foxy stares at him. “so, we fixed that.” Mike chuckles. Foxy blinks at him, almost not believing. “its in your boat.” Mike says, offering Foxy a belt with a sword sheath attached to it. Foxy takes it, almost disbelieving.

“put it on Foxy.” Bonnie laughs. Foxy shakes his head, putting the belt on carefully. it fits perfectly, not that he expected any different, of course Mike knew his size. the sheath is settled on his right hip, perfect as he’s left handed, despite not having a permanent hook anymore, Foxy still hadn’t gotten used to having two hands. Foxy looks at Mike, who winks and nods him into the Cove.

“okay Captain, she’s all yours.” Mike says, stepping back. Foxy looks hesitant to step into the Cove but does eventually walk in, looking around. “alright kiddos, check it out, but keep in mind. don’t go on the stage and stay off Foxy’s boat. okay? we don’t want anyone hurt. follow the same safety rules for Foxys stage that you do for the main stage. oh! and if you like the new Cove, make sure you check out the Prize Corner, where Foxy’s new shirt is now available.” Mike says. he watches kids and parents head in. Mike turns to watch them, eyes focused on Foxy. the man looks lost, he doesn’t know what to do. Freddy puts a hand on Mikes shoulder, making him look over.

“this is…. beautiful Mike. how’d you come up with this?” Freddy asks.

“well, I didn’t. Foxy did.” Mike murmurs. he shrugs and looks at Freddy. “he designed all of it. its his area. I wanted him to be happy.” Mike adds, looking into the Cove.

“the Cove has never looked better.” Freddy says. he shrugs one shoulder. “and Foxy’s never looked happier.” Freddy adds.

“he’s gonna crash.” Bonnie snorts.

“what? no he’s not.” Mike huffs, looking over as Bonnie walks towards them.

“he’s too overwhelmed. he’s in shock. he’s gonna crash.” Bonnie says again.

“he’s not going to crash.” Mike assures. “or well, if he does, he won’t let himself do it in front of the kids.” Mike assures. Foxy’s look around, like he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his life. his hands are shaking and his eyes are wide. if he were human Mike is sure his breathing would be shaky. he takes a half step back , swaying a little, and Mike frowns. he turns to Bonnie. “grab him.” Mike says. Bonnie nods.

“on it.” Bonnie assures, rushing towards Foxy. he grabs the mans arm gently. “okay, come on.” Bonnie murmurs. he easily leads Foxy from the Cove and Freddy walks over to help him.

“get him to my office.” Mike mutters, heading to open his door. Freddy and Bonnie carefully walk Foxy down the hall, putting him in a chair in Mikes office. “go, don’t let the kids notice he’s gone.” Mike says. Freddy and Bonnie nod, heading back out to the floor, biut Bonnie pauses.

“let me know if you need help.” Bonnie soothes. Mike nods and kneels in front of Foxy. Bonnie walks off, closing the door to give them a few minutes.

“hey.” Mike says, softly. he gently cups Foxys cheek, urging him to face him. “look at me.” Mike murmurs. lost bright yellow eyes, meet Mikes blue/green eyes. “hey Foxy, are you okay? are you gonna be alright? can you tell me what's going on?” Mike asks, softly. Foxy audibly chokes, body physically jerking. “hey, hey, hey. its okay.its gonna be alright. tell me what's going on.” Mike murmurs. he leans forwards against Mike. “woah, take it easy big guy, hey if you’re gonna pass out on me, you need to get out of the chair so you don’t crush me.” Mike says.

it takes some maneuvering, but Mike gets Foxy into the floor carefully.

“okay. are you okay? are you gonna pass out?” Mike asks, putting Foxys hat aside gently.. Foxy leans against him silently, choking again. “okay, hey, its alright. come here, come on, lean on me.” Mike murmurs, leaning back against the wall. he pulls Foxy forwards against him gently. the bigger lets out of low whine, he doesn’t really understand what's happening. “I know, I know. its alright.” Mike says softly. Foxy whimpers. “shhhh. Foxy it's alright. its okay. its okay.” Mike murmurs, kissing his head. Foxy goes slack against him, silently and Mike holds him gently.

its quiet for a few minutes, before Foxy shifts, whining lowly.

“there you are.” Mike mumbles. “hey, why don’t you tell me what's going on?” Mike murmurs softly.

“m… m’sorry.” Foxy mumbles.

“no, we don’t say sorry for things we can’t control, you know this.” Mike murmurs. “now, you want to talk to me?” Mike asks.

“I dunno, I dunno what happened.” Foxy murmurs.

“I think you got a little overwhelmed out there.” Mike soothes, running his fingers through the others hair gently.

“I never had somethin’ loike that. I-I don’...” Foxy manages.

“shhh. its okay.” Mike murmurs. “its okay Foxy.” Mike soothes, kissing his forehead. “I understand. you’ve never had something all your own like that before. its okay.” Mike murmurs.

“s’mine… s’too… s’too noice t’ be mine.”Foxy chokes.

“no its not. its your Cove. its just the way you designed it Foxy. its exactly what you deserve. you deserve the best.” Mike soothes.

“n-no I-” Foxy tries.

“no, Foxy, no. come on. lets get up.” Mike murmurs. Foxy whines. “come on, come on, you’re missing your big show. this is your day Foxy, no one elses. okay? the Cove is yours and we’re supposed to be celebrating you.” Mike murmurs.

“but I-” Foxy tries.

“if you’re not ready to go back out there that's okay.” Mike assures.

“m’nervous. m’scared.” Foxy managed.

“scared of what?” Mike asks.

“what if I pass out again and I hurt a kid?” Foxy asks.

“you’re not gonna hurt anyone.” Mike murmurs. “so come on. get up.” Mike says. Foxy shakily gets out of the floor, letting Mike help him. Mike bends down and grabs his hat. “okay you got this, right?” Mike asks. Foxy takes his hat shakily.

“I can do this.” Foxy murmurs. Mike smiles and pulls him down gently. “what?” Foxy asks, confused.

“just come here.” Mike murmurs. Foxy lens until he’s face to face with Mike. “let me fix this, you’re okay.” Mike assures, flipping Foxys eye patch down. “there see?” Mike asks.

“well I could ‘fer ye did that.” Foxy huffs, standing up. Mike chuckles softly.

“are you ready?” Mike asks. Foxy nods slightly. “okay, come on.” Mike murmurs. he lets Foxy out of his office, leading the way back to the main floor.

the others immediately look relieved, Chica comes rushing over.

“you alright?” Chica asks softly. Foxy nods slightly.

“yeah.” he manages.

“he’s alright. he just got a little overwhelmed.” Mike assures. he glances at Foxy. “right?” he asks. Foxy nods again.

“yeah. m’okay.” Foxy assures.

“go.” Mike murmurs, nudging him towards the Cove. “go get your sword and play with kids. have fun.” Mike says. Foxy nods and heads into the Cove.

“are you sure he’s alright?” Chica asks. Mike nods a little.

“yeah. he’s fine. he’s alright.” Mike assures. “but keep an eye on him the best you can.” Mike adds.

“of course.” Chica says, heading off quickly. Mike sighs a little, looking around, before he heads into the Cove. he’s seen it, but he hasn’t actually stepped into the Cove yet.

its beautiful, of course it is. Mike had gone all out for the main area, he wouldn’t do any less for his boyfriend. Mike smiles as he looks around. he wonders around, heading for Foxy’s boat. he wants to make sure he got the sword.

he steps inside to see Foxy admiring the blade, sitting on a bed.

“I see you found it.” Mike murmurs.

“s’beautiful.” Foxy murmurs. his hook is set aside on the bed so he can hold and appreciate the blade with both hands. “s’not sharp. s’not heavy. s’perfect.” Foxy adds, looking at Mike. the man smile at him. he walks over and sits beside him on the bed.

“I’m glad you like it.” Mike murmurs.

“whats the bed fer?” Foxy asks. Mike chuckles softly.

“I know you said you didn’t want a room here, but I figured, might as well make your boat big enough you can sleep here if you need to, like if I have to pull another all nighter at Freddy’s, you won’t have to sleep in the chair or curl up on the floor. you’ll be able to sleep here.” Mike murmurs. “have somewhere comfortable.” he adds.

“not without ye o’ course.” Foxy says.

“I’m not sleeping in your boat with you.” Mike scoffs. Foxy looks over at him, setting the blade down beside his hook.he grabs hold of Mike, pulling him over to kiss him. Mike leans into him, before sitting back.

“thank ye.” Foxy murmurs.

“of course.” Mike chuckles. he gets up. “come on. those kids are waiting for you to tell them some stories.” Mike says. Foxy nods, standing up. he sheaths his new sword and picks his hook back up, putting it back on his hand.

“”yer right Mikey.” Foxy says, flipping his eye patch back down. Mike stops him and kisses him once more.

“go have fun, okay?” Mike murmurs.

“alright.” Foxy murmurs, heading out. Mike follows behind him. he heads to step off the stage but Foxy stops him. “alright little lads and lassies. this new Cove, this new Freddy’s, s’all thanks t’ our new management. Mike Schmidt.” Foxy calls. Mike freezes glancing at Foxy. he has no idea what's going on, but the kids cheer. “so make sure ye let ‘im know jus’ how much yer enjoin’ the new Freddy’s!” Foxy calls. Mike waves slightly and heads off stage awkwardly.

“that was unexpected.” Mike mumbles softly. Chica laughs when Bonnie slaps Mike on the back carefully.

“he’s grateful. we all are Mike. we were rotting before.” Freddy says.

“you don’t understand how grateful we are.” Bonnie says, shaking his head. “but, we owe it to you. we owe you a lot.” Bonnie adds. Mike smiles at him slightly.

“just, promise you won’t try to kill me again, we’ll be even.” Mike chuckles.

“you don’t get it do you?” Freddy asks. Mike pauses, looking at the band leader.

“huh?” he asks.

“you’re laughing, joking about this, but we’re serious.” Chica says.

“g-guys I-” Mike tries.

“you saved our lives, their souls, this restaurant. you realized we were sentient, real, alive. you fought for us and no one has ever done that Mike. not just us three, but Foxy too. we’ve never seen him so happy, so… care free. he’s loved and taken care of. I mean, so are we, cared for that is.” Freddy says. he looks around the room a moment. “I mean, look at this room you built him. this Cove. look at what you built us. the restaurant, the, the main stage. this safe haven you built for us. we owe you Mike.” Freddy says. Mike swallows hard.

“uh, how about we have this discussion, when there isn’t kids around.” Mike says. he shakes his head. “but its fine. you guys don’t owe me, just enjoy your lives.” Mike says, walking off quickly. he heads off to his office.

Mike plops silently into his chair, dropping his head onto his desk. he’s suddenly exhausted. maybe a quick nap wouldn’t hurt. 10-15 minutes and he’d be back out there helping the others and celebrating the opening of Pirates Cove.

its concerning to the others when Mike is no where to be seen, they do their best to search for him while still celebrating. they even set up the one birthday party for the day. Foxy, who wants to drop everything and search, can’t manage to get away from excited children in his Cove long enough to do a full search for Mike until they start closing up for the night. once the last kid leaves and Freddy locks the door, they all look around.

“m’gonna go find Mike.” Foxy says.

“go, we’ll clean up in here and if you find him, let us know.”Bonnie says. Chica nods.

“let us know he’s okay.” Chica says. Foxy nods and heads off. there’s only a few places he could be that he wouldn’t have been found during the day. he starts in the others room, but Mike isn’t there, so, he heads for Mike’s office.

“do you think that Mikes okay?” Chica asks.

“I’m sure he’s fine. he’s probably just in the back, tied up in paper work again.” Bonnie says.

“or not.” Freddy says, looking behind them. they turn around in time to see Foxy carrying Mike down the hallway, towards the Cove.

“is he okay?” Chica asks.

“he’s asleep.” Foxy says. “m’gonna put ‘im in the Cove then help ye with the cleanin’.” Foxy explains.

“the Cove? why don’t you put him in one of our beds?” Bonnie asks.

“I got one in the Cove.” Foxy assures. he carries Mike into the Cove, carefully getting him into his boat. he lays the smaller down on his bed and Mike immediately shifts.

“Foxy?” Mike mumbles.

“jus’ stay right there, okay?” Foxy asks softly, kissing his head.

“I gotta clean.” Mike mumbles.

“no, ye gotta sleep. ye stay right here and ye sleep, okay?” Foxy soothes, gently. Mike grumbles, moving to sit up, but Foxy pushes him back down gently. “no, yer not gettin’ up.” Foxy says, pulling the blanket over Mike. MIke grumbles slightly, curling up more under the blanket. “thats right.” Foxy murmurs. he leans down and kisses Mikes head, before getting up.

“y’comin’ back?” Mike mumbles, his eyes are closed again.

“yeah, soon as the cleanin’s done.” Foxy assures. he heads back out and starts cleaning up the Cove.

“hey Foxy, why don’t you take Mike home?” Bonnie asks.

“he’s sleepin’ in the Cove.” Foxy assures, sweeping the floor. “besides, we need t’ clean.” Foxy adds.

“you know the cleaning crew will be here in 30 minutes. they’ll help us with the clean up.” Freddy frowns, walking over.

“I can’ jus’ carry ‘im home.” Foxy frowns. “and he don’ need t’ be drivin’.” Foxy frowns.

“you can drive him.” Bonnie says.

“not happenin’. I ain’ drove before.” Foxy frowns. “he’ll be fine, here in the Cove.” Foxy assures. he wants to say the Mike has always been safe in the Cove, but he knows that at one point, that would be a lie.

“why don’t you go stay with him, we’ll handle the clean up, Mikes exhausted.” Freddy offers.

“I can’ jus’ expect ye t’ clean up the Cove.” Foxy frowns.

“your Cove will be safe in our hands Foxy. we won’t even let the clean up crew touch it.” Bonnie assures. Foxy frowns, looking around.

“are ye sure?” he asks. Bonnie and Freddy nod.

“yeah, go. none of this is possible without Mike and we don’t want to see him hurt or sick because of it.” Freddy assures. Foxy glances at his boat, where Mike is resting peacefully. “go.” Freddy says. Foxy frowns and nods, heading for his boat.

“thanks,” he mutters.

Foxy walks into the boat and watches Mike a moment, before walking over to curl up with him. he settles in beside Mike, wrapping an arm around him tightly once he slides under the blanket. Mike mumbles, rolling over a little to look back at him.

“s’ju’ me.’ Foxy mumbles. Mike shutters a little.

“hate those words.” Mike mumbles, rolling back over to cuddle back against him.

“I know.” Foxy murmurs, nuzzling his face into the back of Mikes neck. “m’sorry Mikey.” Foxy soothes. Mike mumbles something Foxy can’t understand, falling back to sleep. Foxy chuckles to himself settling down with Mike. he hates sleeping in the Pizzeria again, but it wouldn’t be so bad with Mike.

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Mike shifts mumbling. he blinks awake slowly. he glances around, looking confused. this isn’t his bedroom, he looks confused, mumbling. his eyes land on a hulking shadowy figure and he screams, scrambling up in the bed. Foxy jerks beside him immediately, growling. he jumps over Mike quickly, grabbing his sword from where he’d discarded it the night before.

“back up!” Foxy snaps. immediately the figure puts his hands up.

“easy! easy! shit, I’m sorry!” Freddy yelps, stepping back. Mike heaves a sigh, dropping his head back.

“fuck. Freddy, you scared the hell out of me.” Mike mutters. Foxy heaves a sigh, shoulder dropping.

“idiot. I told ye when ye poked in last night, t’ fuckin’ knock.” Foxy snaps.

“I did! you didn’t answer. I was just going to wake you up when Mike woke up and started screaming.” Freddy says.

“you’re a hulking shadow standing over me while I’m sleeping! you’re lucky my first response wasn’t like Foxys!” Mike snaps. he looks around.

“where are we?” Mike asks.

“the Cove. ye fell asleep an I brought ye in here.’ Foxy says. Mike nods slightly. “what do you want?” Foxy asks.

“its 8am, I was just coming to check on you guys.” Freddy says. Mike sits up quickly.

“8 AM? are you serious? I slept 15 hours!?” Mike shouts, scrambling out of the bed.

“you were tired. we let you sleep.” Freddy says, confused.

“I have a job, I can’t sleep that long.” Mike says. “he looks down, he’s in only his boxers. “where are my clothes?” Mike asks, looking at Foxy.

“don’ look at me. ye were dressed when I went t’ bed.” Foxy says, stepping back. he turns on the light in his boat, grateful Mike had added one. “did ye strip down when ye went to the bathroom?” Foxy asks.

“I don’t remember getting up to go to the bathroom.” Mike mutters.

“they’re over here.” Freddy mutters, tossing them at Mike.

“great thanks. I’m borrowing the shower in the back, can you snatch me a shirt from my office. doesn’t matter which one, I have all kinds in there.” Mike says.

“released or not released?” Foxy asks.

“doesn’t matter. I’ve got 12 designs in there that have all been approved and are in the works, some have even been shipped already. just grab me one.” Mike says, heading out of the room.

“alright, ye got a spare set o’ pants in there should I grab them too?” Foxy asks.

“please.” Mike mutters.

“you keep spare clothes in your office?” Freddy asks.

“yeah, grab my shower bag too.” Mike mutters. he glances at Freddy. “remember the kid who thought he could drink half a bottle of soda then eat like four mentos? when he threw up on me it went every where. I keep two full sets of spare clothes. that shit ruined my favorite pair of boxers.” Mike mutters. Freddy snorts.

“it was rancid.” Freddy laughs.

“he smelled fer a week.” Foxy mutters, heading for Mikes office. Mike watches him go.

“check in with Chica, make sure the cake is ready for todays big party okay? and double check with Bonnie that the music is set up and ready to go.” Mike says.

“Mike.” Freddy says firmly, grabbing him.

“what?” Mike asks.

“breathe. everything is taken care of. the cake is finished, the music is ready, we’re recharged. are you?” Freddy asks. “you’re stressing yourself out over this place. its just Freddy’s.” Freddy murmurs.

“its your home.” Mike snaps. Freddy sighs softly, shaking his head.

“home is with all of us together. now why don’t you and Foxy go home, take the day?” Freddy asks.

“I can’t.” Mike says, pulling free from his grasp. he walks into the backroom, Bonnie looks up from his bed.

“uh, you okay?” Bonnie asks.

“I’m fine. just need a shower.” Mike says.

“Mike, why can’t you take the day?” Freddy asks. Mike whips around.

“and miss the Cove’s very first party? not happening. I didn’t miss the first main room party, or any of the first partys centered around a single one of you, hell the kid with the mentors threw up on my at the first party centered around Bonnie. it was the birthday boy, he was Bonnie’s biggest fan. I didn’t miss your first centered parties and I’m not missing Foxy’s.” Mike says, firmly. he turns and heads for the shower quickly. Freddy follows him.

“the Cove’s first party is today? the day after opening?” Freddy asks.

“Fredyd! get out!” Mike snaps, throwing one of the bottles of soap from the shower at him. Freddy stumbles back a little, shutting the door.

“did you really think following him into the shower was a good idea?” Bonnie snorts.

“I didn’t think about it.” Freddy huffs.

“think ‘bout what?” Foxy asks, walking in with a duffle bag.

‘nothing.” Freddy says.

“Freddy followed Mike into the shower.” Bonnie laughs. Foxy glares at him.

“I was talking and not paying attention.” Freddy huffs.

“ye better watch it Fazbear.” Foxy warns. he knocks on the door. it pops open immediate and Mikes wet arm reaches out. Foxy passes him the bag and steps back.

“he’s particularly chipper this morning.” Bonnie says.

“he’s pissed he slept so long.” Freddy frowns. Bonnie looks confused.

“but he needed the sleep?” Bonnie asks.

“it don’ matter. he’s mad he slept as long as he did.” Foxy frowns.

Mike pops out of the shower 10 minutes later, drying his hair.

“Mike?” Freddy asks.

“yeah?” Mike asks.

“we don’t have any party’s scheduled for tomorrow. how about we stay closed, give us all a day to recover?” Freddy asks. Mike looks at him.

“what? why?” Mike asks.

“well you’re working so hard.” Freddy shrugs.

“we all are Freddy. we’re tired.” Bonnie interjects.

“Bonnie’s right. six months non stop. we take one day.” Foxy says. Mike frowns.

“one day, its all we’re asking for. one day off.” Bonnie says.

“we’re sentient, we can ask for a day off right?” Freddy asks, curious. Mike nods.

“yeah. yeah, you can.” Mike assures. he sighs. “okay, tomorrow.” Mike murmurs.

“we can all come hang out at your house again.” Bonnie smiles. Mike nods.

“okay. I’m gonna go check with Chica.” Mike murmurs. Foxy pops back into the bathroom and grabs Mikes dirty clothes, before heading to Mikes office.

Mike walks quickly into the kitchen, where Chica is icing a cake.

“oh! hey Mike.” Chica smiles, looking over at him.

“hey, hows the cake?” Mike asks.

“almost done. just making sure Foxy looks right, then I have to add Aidens name and its done.” Chica smiles. Mike nods.

“good, it looks amazing, great job Chica.” Mike says.

“all I can say is I’m really grateful for the upgrade Mike. I never could’ve done this in my old body.” Chica says. Mike smiles at her.

“your welcome. I’m glad your happy.” Mike smiles. he heads out of the kitchen towards his office, glancing around as he walks. had he really slept through the whole day? had they really cleaned up without him? he walks into his office and pauses, Foxy is sitting at his desk. “you okay?” Mike asks.

“could ask ye the same. yer lookin’ a bit rough there.” Foxy murmurs. “ye need sleep.” Foxy adds. Mike huffs.

“what I need, is a good meal and a good fuck.” Mike scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. he knows Foxy is right. the bags under his eyes have bags and he’s looking a little unkempt. he runs a hand through his hair and sighs.

“both o’ which I will be happy t’ help with, but yer missin’ the point.” Foxy frowns, getting up from Mikes chair. he walks over to the shorter man. “yer tired, I know ye are. why don’ ye go sleep in the Cove?” Foxy asks.

“I can’t.” Mike mutters. Foxy frowns and pulls the smaller to his chest, letting Mike melt into his warmth.

“yer almost dead on yer feet.” Foxy frowns.

“but today is special.” Mike mumbles. Foxy rolls his eyes and nuzzles his face into Mikes neck.

“yer stressin’ yerself, and fer what? we’ve got this place handled.” Foxy soothes. “go home.” Foxy murmurs. Mike shakes his head immediately.

“no.” MIke frowns.

“why?” Foxy asks.

“because I can’t there’s important things happening today.” Mike frowns.

“loike what?” Foxy asks. Mike sighs. “what a birthday party? we can handle a silly little party Mike.” Foxy assures. Mike pushes away from him, leaving Foxy confused.

“its not just a party.” Mike frowns. Foxy raises an eye brow.

“then what be it?” Foxy asks.

“its the first Foxy themed party we’ve had.” Mike mumbles. Foxy smiles at him.

“yer worried over that?” Foxy asks.

“you aren’t?” Mike huffs. “its the first party in the Cove and its for your number one little fan and didn’t miss it for the others how could I miss it for you?” Mike asks. Foxy shakes his head and leans down, kissing Mike, before nuzzling the side of his face.

“hey ye need t’ take care o’ yerself alright? don’ worry about the party. we got it covered. ye don’ need t’ be fallin asleep here at here yer desk.” Foxy frowns. Mike huffs.

“you weren’t fussing a couple of weeks ago when we feel asleep in here.” Mike mutters. Foxy smirks.

“no, I weren’t. m’not fussin’ now. all m’sayin’ is yer lookin’ tired. ye were sayin’ ye needed a good fuck, but honestly ye’d probably fall asleep the moment ye hit the mattress.” Foxy murmurs.

“yeah, I guess your right.” Mike mumbles. he wraps his arms around Foxy’s waist. “please don’t try to make me go home. just let me stay for the party.” Mike manages.

“ye don’ have t’ leave if ye don’ wanna, but jus’ take it easy.” Foxy murmurs. “hang out in the back on Bonnie’s bed, til s’party time. get ye some more sleep. no one will mess with ye back there. I know ye’ll be safe and won’t have to worry about the Cove sounds waking ye up.” Foxy murmurs. Mike nods a little.

“okay, but Foxy?” Mike asks.

“hmm?” Foxy asks.

“its 20 minutes until we open, you may want to put your little Pirate outfit back on.” Mike mumbles.

“I’ll have plenty o’ time. now, c’mere.” Foxy murmurs, scooping him up. Mike wraps his arms around Foxy’s neck, letting him hold him. he drops his head against the tallers shoulder, letting Foxy carry him. Foxy heads out of the office and down the hall towards the main show stage.

“Foxy? Mike?” Chica asks, walking over to them.

“Foxy, is Mike okay?” Bonnie asks.

“yeah, s’tired. m’takin’ ‘im t’ yer bed so he can sleep in peace.” Foxy says, gently shifting Mike. the man doesn’t budge, already sleep. Foxy had been right, he was exhausted. Bonnie nods.

“come on, we’ll get him set up in there.” Bonnie assures, leading Foxy to the back. “is he snoring?” Bonnie asks.

“yeah.” Foxy says, shifting his hold on the smaller. Mikes head falls back at the shifting, but he doesn’t wake.

“come on, throw him in, he’ll be okay back here.” Bonnie says, pulling the blanket back on his bed. Foxy nods and walks over to the bed, laying Mike on the bed carefully. Mike doesn’t even fight, already out cold. Foxy takes the blanket from Bonnie, carefully tucking it around him. “come on, he’ll be alright in here. we can pop in to check on him here and there.” Bonnie assures. Foxy nods, watching Mike a moment longer, before heading out to get dressed.

“Bonnie?” Freddy asks, stepping out of their shower. he’s already dressed in his usual brown tux, drying his hair. “whats going on?” Freddy asks.

“Mike fell asleep again. Foxy and I put him in here to sleep. just check on him occasionally, okay? he’s exhausted and overworked and he’ stressing himself out, so lets keep an eye on him the way he’s done us. make sure he’s safe.” Bonnie assures. Freddy nods slightly, glancing at Mike.

“come on, lets get out of here.” Freddy murmurs, pulling Bonnie out gently.

Mike’s not sure how long he’s been asleep, but he wakes to someone shaking him. he blinks awake, sleepily.

“Bon?” Mike mumbles.

“hey, you said you didn’t want to miss the Cove’s first party. its starts in 10 minutes, you ready?” Bonnie asks. Mike nods slightly, sitting up.

“yeah… sorry I took over your bed.” Mike mumbles, rubbing at his face.

“as long as I’m not in it, you’re welcome anytime.” Bonnie assures, helping him up off the bed. he fixes Mikes hair gently. “you ready?” Bonnie asks.

“yeah.” Mike manages. “Chica finish the cake?” Mike asks.

“yes and we all pitched in to set up the party.” Bonnie assures, leading him out. “why don’t you step to the kitchen and get a cup of coffee?” Bonnie asks.

“m’kay.” Mike manages. he heads for the kitchen, nearly bumping into some of the staff.

“hey Mike.” Chica chuckles. Mike smiles at her sleepily, blinking when she puts a cup of coffee in his hand.

“thanks.” Mike murmurs.

“you wanna see the cake?” Chica asks.

“no I trust you did a great job.” Mike assures, heading out of the kitchen. Chica follows him. “hows Foxy?” Mike asks. Chica chuckles, motioning across the room. Mike looks over. Foxy, with a child on his shoulders, is being chased by several children dressed as Pirates, several are pointing plastic hooks, others plastic swords. Mike chuckles.

“what did he do now?” Mike asks.

“I think he’s protecting some sort of princess. I’m not sure, but the little girl on his shoulders was feeling left out, no one would play with her cause she’s wearing a princess dress. he stepped in.” Chica says. Mike steps back quickly, pulling Chica with him, when Foxy runs past, laughing.

“yer never gonna catch this ol’ Pirate! never!” Foxy laughs. he’s careful with the little girl as he runs. Mike chuckles softly.

“I’m gonna check out the party, okay? we’ve got 8 minutes. catch Foxy and clean him up, he’s got icing on his face already.” Mike says.

“no problem Mike!” Chica laughs, heading after Foxy. Mike heads for the Cove.

“don’t trust we set it up right?” Freddy asks, teasingly.

“hmm? nah, I trust. I just want to see.” Mike says. “Bonnie said you guys set everything. did you guys-” Mike starts.

‘the tables are set up, gift table is ready, cake is ready, balloons and streamers are up. we set up glitter cannons, with the correct glitter, its gold in the shape of treasure and treasure chests. the birthday chair is set up properly.” Freddy assures, stepping into the Cove with Mike. Mike smiles, looking around.

“I was just going to ask if anyone had remembered, to grab the Pirates Cove t-shirt from the prize corner. Aiden's parents paid extra for the shirt.” Mike said. Freddy pauses a moment, going over a mental list.

“no, but I’ll grab it now, no worries Mike. you relax, we’ve got this okay?” Freddy asks. Mike nods, watching him run off. Mike looks around.

“I told you, we set this up.” Bonnie chuckles. Mike turns to look at him.

“I know, I trust you guys.” Mike assures. “I just wanted to see.” Mike adds.

“you want to tell me why Chica is chasing Foxy around?” Bonnie asks. Mike chuckles.

“I told her to get the icing off his face.” Mike murmurs, looking around.

“I didn’t see any icing on his face.” Bonnie frowns. Mike smirks a little.

“me either.” Mike chuckles. Bonnie snorts.

“you torture that man.” Bonnie says.

“I’d never.” Mike chuckles. Foxy runs through the door off the Cove.

“I ain’ got icin’ no where! leave me alone ye crazy Chicken!” Foxy yelps, running behind Mike. Bonnie is quick to grab him and move him out of the way.

“come on Foxy we have a party in here in less than five minutes!” Chica shouts. she manages to cut the Pirate off, tackling him to the floor, though, Foxy doesn’t make it easy. she sits on his chest, fighting the man as he turns his head away her repeatedly.

“no! get off me!” Foxy shouts, kicking his legs. she’s got his arms pinned with her knees. he could get her off if he was in danger, but he’s not in danger. “get off o’ me!” Foxy shouts.

“you’re gonna break something you keep thrashing like that.” Bonnie chuckles.

“get off! Bonnie help me!” Foxy shouts, trying to kick her off. “Mike! c’mon! get her off!” Foxy shouts.

“hold still!” Chica hisses, trying to grab him. she’s afraid to grab his face and hurt him.

“hold still? hold still?! yer sittin’ on me! get off o’ me!” Foxy shouts.

“don’t mess up the room guys. 2 minutes until party time.” Mike snorts.

“don’ walk away! get her off!” Foxy shouts. Chica finally managed to grab hold of his face and pauses.

“Mike, he doesn’t have icing on his face.” Chica frowns.

“I told ye I ain’-” Foxy starts. he stops and turns to look at Mike. “ye did this!” Foxy shouts, breaking his arm free and shoving Chica off.

“hey I think I hear Freddy calling me!” Mike yelps, running out of the room.

“get back here!” Foxy shouts, scrambling off the floor. Mike laughs running through the main hall, carefully dodging children. “Mike! ye can’ run from ol Foxy!” Foxy calls. Mike laughs, dodging around Freddy, who quickly grabs the little girl he was talking to and picks her up out of the way.

“child! child! there’s a child!!! what out for the kids!” Freddy shouts, holding her protectively.

“yer a genius Freddy!” Foxy grins. “hey kiddos! Mike’s been a bad Pirate! I need help throwin’ ‘im over board!” Foxy shouts. Mike turns to face them panting, he looks confused.

“wait, what?” Mike asks.

“okay kids, grab ‘im!” Foxy laughs.

“no wait Foxy hang on!” Mike yelps, trying to get out of the way. suddenly theres arms around his knees and he’s being knocked over. the kids have him tackled an down to the ground before he can move, sitting on his back. “uncle! uncle!” Mike laughs.

“we got him Foxy! we got him!” a little girl giggles.

“ye sure did.” Foxy laughs, walking over. “hey Chica!” Foxy calls. the woman runs over confused. “ye got a cupcake?” Foxy asks. Chica looks around before snatching one off a table, she holds it out to Foxy.

“sure, I guess.” Chica says. “but what are you doing?” Chica asks.

“looks loike Mikey’s got a little icin’ on his face.” Foxy grins, crouching down. “m’jus’ gonna give’im a hand.” Foxy laughs. he lets Mike have a second to close his eyes, he doesn’t want to hurt the man, before shoving the cupcake in his face.

“Foxy!” Mike yelps.

“alright kiddies, let ‘im up.” Foxy snorts. the kids laugh, getting off him. Mike coughs, getting to his feet. Mike huffs at Foxy, flinging icing everywhere. Foxy laughs at him, grinning.

“alright boys and girls its time for Aiden Mathews birthday party! everyone head to the Cove.” Freddy calls.

“you’re gonna get it when the party is over.” Mike warns, grinning. Foxy smirks at him.

“I think I’ll survive.” Foxy assures, heading for the Cove. Mike huffs, shaking his head, but he’s smiling.

“there’s icing in your hair.” Chica giggles. Mike rolls his eyes.

“help me to the bathroom, all I can see is blue.” Mike says. Chica laughs and leads him off to the bathroom.

when he comes back out he heads for the Cove, bumping into Bonnie.

“hey the party is, why are you blue?” Bonnie asks, looking concerned.

“Foxy got payback.” Mike mutters. “the icing dye won’t come off.” Mike adds. Bonnie laughs and shakes his head.

“how are you gonna get him back?’ Bonnie asks.

“don’t worry about that.” Mike chuckles, walking into the Cove. “I’ll handle him later.” Mike assures. Bonnie chuckles.

“you’re in better spirits. I’m glad you got some good sleep.” Bonnie smiles.

“I feel pretty good.” Mike murmurs. he turns to look at the stage, with a small smile. Foxy is hanging off his boat, hook wrapped around the mast, almost looking like an exact copy of the shirt, except his sword is in his hand. he’s telling some exciting story, waving his sword around with a grin on his face. “look at him.” Mike says, softly. Bonnie glances at Mike, before looking at Foxy.

“he looks… happy.” Bonnie murmurs.

“no, he is happy.” Mike murmurs. Bonnie glances at Mike.

“you’ve come a long way Mike.” Bonnie says. Mike glances at him confused. “went from a guy living in a barely livable apartment, trying to survive against four killer animatronics, to this. new house, new job, boyfriend. you look happy.” Bonnie murmurs.

“we all do. we’re all happy.” Mike murmurs.

“thats true.” Bonnie smiles, looking around the room.

“so you and Freddy, right?” Mike asks, watching the stage.

“excuse me?” Bonnie asks, shocked. Mike glances at him.

“oh, sorry, I just assumed, the way he keeps looking at you.” Mike shrugs. Bonnie stares at Mike.

“I’m not… I’m not having this conversation.” Bonnie mumbles. Mike laughs, jumping a little when the confetti cannons go off, shooting golden glitter everywhere.

“thats gonna be a pain in the ass to clean up.” Mike snorts.

“we’re off tomorrow. cleaning crew is coming in to night for clean up and tomorrow for deep clean.” Bonnie says. Mike looks confused.

“but I didn’t…” Mike trails. Bonnie grins.

“hi, this is Mike Schmidts assistant a Freddy Fazbears, yeah see he’s sick and we’re gonna be closed tomorrow, can we get a full deep clean since we’ll be closed anyway?” Bonnie grins. Mike chuckles softly.

“alright.” Mike snorts. he turns back to see Foxy jumps off the stage, exaggeratedly waving his arms all over the place. “he’s like one big kid.” Mike chuckles. he shakes his head and finds himself a seat.

by the time the party Is done and the place closes for the night, the power indicator on Foxys wrist is flashing red, indicating the man has once again pushed his body too far and is on the edge of shutting down. he stumbling, attempting to keep his eyes open.

“okay mister. no cleaning. you go to the car. I’ll meet you outside.” Mike chuckles.

“I’ll walk with him.” Bonnie assures, following after Foxy.

“thanks Bonnie.” Mike says. he turns back to Freddy and Chica. “so you guys coming to the house tonight or you sleeping here?” Mike asks. Freddy looks around.

“cleaning crew and night guard will be here soon, so if we can, we’ll just ride with you.” Freddy says.

“no problem.” Mike assures.

“can we change first? this dress is hot.” Chica frowns. Mike nods.

“yeah, go a head. you guys don’t have to wear that shit.” Mike assures.

“we know, but we like them.” Freddy says, heading towards the back.

“I’ll send Bonnie in to change too.” Mike says, heading outside to the car. he gets in the driver seat and waits for the other three to come back. he glances at Foxy, whose leaned against the window, eyes shut. “you gotta stop doing this.” Mike says.

“comin’ from ye.” Foxy mumbles. Mike sighs.

“I’m gonna get in contact with Garcia and see if I can get you a battery upgrade. we went with a smaller one because I didn’t think you’d be active in the Pizzeria, but she should be able to upgrade yours.” Mike murmurs. Foxy leans over onto Mike’s shoulder, yawning. Mike chuckles and kisses Foxys head. “you need a shower, first thing in the morning.” Mike murmurs.

“why?” Foxy asks.

“you smell like pizza grease, probably from Chica tackling you earlier.” Mike murmurs.

“yer fault.” Foxy mumbles. Mike laughs, reaching over to pat Foxy’s thigh, before resting his hand there. he gently rubs his thumb into the synthetic skin of his boyfriend. he looks up when the others climb into the car.

“isn’t this sweet.” Freddy teases. Foxy grumbles, sitting up. he slumps over against the window again, yawning.

“Freddy be nice.” Chica warns.

“everyone ready?” Mike asks.

“lets go.” Freddy says. Mike nods and heads for the house. tomorrow was going to be interesting.

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Mike grumbles, shifting, and curling up closer to Foxy. the man beside him snores, are tightening around him. Mike shifts, nuzzling his face into the mans bare chest. even half asleep, he can pick up the sounds of Fozy artificial heart beating under his synthetic skin.

Foxy shifts a little, pulling Mike closer.

“quit squirmin’.” Foxy mumbles. Mike grunts, throwing his leg over Foxys legs, tightening his hold on Foxys chest. Foxy tilts his head down to nuzzle his face into Mikes hair. Mike sighs happily, rubbing his hand down Foxys side, kissing the mans bare chest.

“let me go back to sleep.” Mike mumbles, hugging Foxy’s waist.

“ye woke me up wit’ yer squirmin’.” Foxy murmurs.

“the sun woke me up.” Mike pouts. Foxy blinks one eye open and grumbles, the sun was coming through the window.

“c’mere.” Foxy murmurs, moving Mike.

“stop you’re moving me.” Mike mumbles. Foxy chuckles and pulls Mike onto him, hugigng him

“there, no light.” Foxy murmurs, kissing his head. Mike sighs happily, nuzzling his face into Foxy’s neck. Foxy holds him tightly, rubbing a hand down Mikes back gently. Mike’s muscles tense slightly under his gentle touch. Foxy settles back down when Mike snores softly. he’s charged up and ready to get up as soon as Mike is ready, but for now he can lay here with Mike on him. he settles himself into a light sleep, until Mike decides to get up.

Foxy mutters, feeling someone tap him. he growls lowly when whoever it is, gets too close to Mike.

“trouch ;I'm, I dare ye. I’ll gut ye.” Foxy warns, holding Mike tighter. Mike sighs quietly,.

“I don’t want to touch your man.” Bonnie chuckles softly. Foxy slowly opens his eyes, looking at Bonnie. he growls lowly in warning, staring Bonnie down. Mike shifts a little. Foxy glances down, holding him tighter. he glares at Bonnie.

“what?” Froxy growls. Bonnie shrugs.

“nothing just wondering if you two were okay.” Bonnie says. Foxy shifts Mike gently, holding tighter.

“he’s sleepin’.” Foxy mutters, letting his eyes fall closed again. “leave’im be. don’ want ‘im passin’ out loike he did at Freddy’s.” Foxy mumbles. Bonnie nods, rolling his eyes.

“okay, I’ll leave you guys alone, just checking in.” Bonnie assures, heading out of the room.

“s’wrong?” Mike manages.

“nothin’ go back t’ sleep.” Foxy murmurs, kissing his head gently. Mike mumbles shifting, he wiggles his arms up under Foxy. Foxy lets him. “go back t’ sleep.” Foxy murmurs again gently. Mike grunts, gripping the back of Foxy’s shoulder with one hand. his other hand snakes up into the back of Foxy’s hair holding gently.

“not leavin’ me.” Mike mumbles.

“m’not goin’ no where Mikey, not til yer ready t’ get up.” Foxy assures, reaching one hand down to caress Mikes leg where his knee is resting against Foxys hip, before gripping his thigh. he caresses Mikes thigh, at the edge of his boxers, with his thumb, hold him. Mike lifts his head sleepily, blinking at Foxy. “ye alright? yer holdin’ me pretty tight.” Foxy murmurs softly, Mike grunts, leaning down to rest his forehead against Foxys.

“m’fine.” Mike mumbles. “I jus’ told you you’re not going any where.” Mike says. Foxy chuckles.softly.

“I told ye, I ain’ goin’ no where.” Foxy assures again. his free hand slides up to the back of Mikes head, holding him still. he looks concerned. “ ye sure yer alright?” Foxy askss.

“m’okay Foxy. just, a free day. the first one we’ve had in a while. you’re not getting up.” Mike murmurs. Foxy laughs.

“if ye wan’ t’ lay here all day, I’ll stay right here.” Foxy assures. he leans up a little to press his nose against Mikes. “ye wan’ t’ go back t’ sleep?” Foxy asks. Mike huffs, leaning down to kiss the taller man. he pulls his other leg up to bracket Foxys hips with his knees. Foxy shivers into the kiss, watching Mike when he pulls back. he still looks half asleep and his hair is a mess, it makes Foxy smile. Mike grumbles and buries his face back into Foxy’s neck. Foxy chuckles. ‘yer always callin’ me needy or touch starved.” Foxy teases.

“thats cause you are.” Mike murmurs.

“comin’ from the one who wants me t’ lay here all day and hold’im.” Foxy chuckles, kissing his head.

“we;;, you don’t have to just lay here and hold me.” Mike murmurs into Foxys neck. he kisses the nap of his neck gently.

“yeah?” Foxy asks.

“yeah,” Mike murmurs. he nuzzles his face into Foxys neck again. “you fed me, let me sleep. still up for that good fuck you promised me.” Mike mumbles. Foxy snorts.

“m’tellin’ ye right now, yer gonna fall asleep “ Foxy murmurs. Mike scoffs. “not t’ mention the others would definitely hear.” Foxy adds.

“as if they ain’t heard us in the office before.” Mike mumbles. :you’re no fun.” Mike huffs. Foxy chuckles, wrapping his arms around Mike’s waist.

“m’loads o’ fun.” Foxy chuckles. there’s a quiet knock on the door and Foxy looks over. Mike grumbles quietly, kissing his neck again, before letting his eyes close. “what?” Foxy calls. the door opens slightly, Freddy pokes his head in.

“we’re going to go outside and hang in the pool, you idiots getting out of bed any time soon?” Freddy asks.

“only if you keep talking so loud and only to knock the fuck out of you.” Mike growls into Foxys neck. Foxy chuckles softly.

“ya’ll go out, have fun, we’ll be here until he decides he wants t’ get up.” Foxy says. Freddy rolls his eyes and shuts the door, walking off. Foxy tightens his hold on Mike, rolling them over and pinning him to the mattress. Mike blinks up at him sleepily. “see, look at ye. yer half asleep.” Foxy chuckles. Mike grunts

“not all of us are Androids who can wake up perky.” Mike grumbles, pulling Foxy down into a kiss. Foxy chuckles into the kiss, gripping Mike’s hips gently. Mike pulls him closer, hand fisted carefully in the back of Foxy’s hair. Foxy pulls back.

“yer right. some are human and humans need sleep.” Foxy murmurs, smiling. Mike huffs.

“fine.” Mike mutters, dropping his arms from Foxy. he lets them flop onto the bed. Foxy drops his face into Mikes neck, biting gently. Mike groans softly. “knock it off.” Mike mutters. Foxy pulls back, looking at him.

“what?” Foxy asks, eye brows furrowing.

“m’not in the mood for teasing.” Mike mumbles, sinking into the bed.

“whose teasin’?” Foxy asks, leaning down to bite his neck again, harder this time. “pretty sure I promised ye.” Foxy murmurs. Mike chuckles.

“what happened to me being half asleep?” Mike asks,

“perfect way t’ wake ye up.” Foxy grins. Mike smirks at him a little.

“see, now you’re seeing things my way.” Mike murmurs, Foxy laughs, leaning down to bite his neck, his right hand slides up Mikes arm teasingly, before he grabs Mikes hand intertwining their fingers as he pulls his face out of his neck to kiss him. Foxys other hand snakes up into the back of Mikes hair, pulling gently. Mike groans into his mouth, arching up off the bed.

“I loike yer way better.” Foxy murmurs, gently biting Mikes lip.

“fuck.” Mike mumbles, chasing the others mans lips to kiss him again.

“m’workin’ on it. jus’ gimmie a minute.” Foxy chuckles softly. he kisses him again.

Bonnie leans back on the pool float, laying in the sun.

they’d help Mike purchase a bigger above ground pool once the Pizzeria had taken off again. a 30’ x 40’ pool with a deck built around it. with some working and ideas, they’d even managed to make it deep enough the Androids could enjoy it at just over 6ft deep, a special order to ensure the Androids had something fun and relaxing to do when they came over. Mike had dipped into some of the money the old owner had left, just to make sure the Androids could enjoy it, though he’d never tell them he’d sent almost $4,000 on the pool.

“think they’re gonna stay in bed all day?” Bonnie asks. Chica looks up from her donut float.

“well, Mike was tired. he could use more sleep.” Chica suggests.

“they are definitely not sleeping.” Freddy laughs, from his spot laying on the deck. he’s simply enjoying the sun.

“huh?” Chica asks.

“don’t asl Chica.” Bonnie says, closing his eyes.

“oh, gross!” Chica shutters. Freddy laughs.

“oh give them a break, at least we didn’t catch them in Mikes office again.” Freddy laughs.

“I twice was enough.” Bonnie huffs.

“once was enough.” Freddy frowns.

“I’m lucky I knock before I barge in there I guess.” Chica shrugs. “besides, its the first day off they’ve had since we reopened. so they got caught in the the office three or four times, let them be in the house for a few hours. we’re fine out here and, hell, maybe Foxy can fuck the stress out of him.” Chica laughs.

“I have never seen a human more stressed than Mike.” Freddy agrees. Bonnie nods slightly.

“I mean, have you seen him? he’s lost a lot of weight the past couple of months.” Bonnie frowns.

“not for Foxys lack of trying.” Freddy frowns. “he took up cooking to see if he could get Mike to eat more, but he says he just snacks, and he won’t eat the food at the pizzeria, he usually just eats sandwiches.” Freddy frowns.

“should we step in to help?” Chica asks, curiously.

“I don’t know what we can do to help.” Freddy frowns.

“make him have some fun. he needs to relax.” Chica huffs.

“look, even after romping around in thee office with Foxy, Mike’s never been relaxed. I haven’t seen him relaxed since we met him.” Bonnie frowns.

“maybe we should find a way to help him relax. get him in on our fun.” Chica says.

“there’s an idea.” Freddy says, sitting up to look over at them. “Mike’s been taking care of us, we should help take care of him. get him relaxed, make sure he eats, see to it he has fun doing something other than Foxy.” Freddy snorts. Bonnie chuckles.

“gross.” Chica frowns. “but what do we do? Chica asks.

“we’ll figure it out.” Freddy assures.

“how long should we leave them alone?” Bonnie asks.

“we’ve only been out here 30 minutes. give them more time.” Freddy frowns.

“true. we’ll let them come to us.” Bonnie shrugs. Freddy grunts rolling off the deck and into the pool.

Mike sighs quietly, laying under Foxy. the red haired man is laying on him, letting his system regulate.

“m’I crushin’ ye?” Foxy asks. Mike shake his head.

“no. you’re fine.” Mike mumbles. Foxy lifts his head from Mikes neck.

“yer half asleep again.” Foxy laughs.

“can’t help it.” Mike snorts, stretching. Foxy chuckles and sits up off him, rolling off beside him. “I need a shower.” Mike murmurs.

“yer fine. why shower? we can jus’ go hop in the pool.” Foxy murmurs.

“no thanks.” Mike says. Foxy looks confused, getting up off the bed. he heads for the dresser to grab his swim trunks.

“oh c’mon. why don’ ye come swim with us?” Foxy asks.

“no. thanks but no.” Mike says. Foxy raises an eye brow, looking the other man over. Mikes tense, looking almost nervous at the pool being brought up.

“ye alright?” Foxy asks, concerned.

“truthfully?” Mike asks, hesitantly.

“that would be nice.” Foxy frowns. Mike looks away from him, staring at the wall.

“I… I can’t swim.” Mike mumbles. Foxy looks confused.

“what? why ain’ ye say so? I’ll teach ye.” Foxy smiles. Mike shakes his head.

“its not like that.” Mike sighs. Foxy looks more confused.

“what do ye mean?” Foxy asks. Mike bites his lip and sighs.

“you can’t teach me. I didn’t know how how before…. before the accident. my parents never taught me… and after…” Mike trails, hesitantly. he reaches up to rub the scar on his head, Foxy’s noticed he does that when he’s nervous.

“yeah?” Foxy asks. Mike sighs.

“well, they tried. I could swim for a minutes.=, but then i’d forget, start drowning… now I’m afraid of water like that.” Mike mumbles.

“I won’ let ye drown.” Foxy assures gently, walking over. Mike glances at him.

“you want me to sit out there with you, don’t you?” Mike ask. Foxy looks away.

“maybe.” he mumbles. Mike.smiles at him a little, sitting up.

“I’ll ley in the esun. that sounds like it could be nice. you keep me safe from the pool, I’ll keep you safe from the others.” Mike murmurs. Foxy smiles at him.

“deal.” Foxy murmurs. Mike nods.

“alright, pass me some shorts.” Mike says. Foxy perks up and rummages through the doors, before tossing Mike a pair of shorts. Mike pulls them on and gets up off the bed.

“do ye want a shirt?” Foxy asks. Mike looks down at himself.

“do I need one?” Mike asks.

“no, no. ye ain’t need one. yer the prettiest damn human I’ve ever seen and I love lookin’ at ye.” Foxy says. “but I left some marks on yer neck…” Foxy says, gently reaching up to Mikes neck. the smaller man hisses softly. “sorry I ain’ mean t’ hurt ye. by bitin’ yer neck or by askin’ if’n ye wanted a shirt.” Foxy murmurs softly. Foxy had been surprised to find that, despite the fact he found the man perfect, Mike was insecure about his body. Foxy wasn’t sure why, Foxy’s body had been built in the way Foxy had chosen. to be his normal height, almost 7 ft, but based to be the nearly the same size and build of Mikes. his shoulders were a bit more broad, as was his chest, but he and MIke were almost the same. Foxy had chosen his body because, as he’d told Mike, he felt like they wouldn’t be too far off Mike if he’d been human.

“not its fine. you didn’t. I’m fine.” Mike assures. he shakes his head. “yeah I should probably wear one. it looks pretty sunny out there and, unlike you guys, I sunburn.” Mike says. Foxy nods slightly and hands Mike a shirt. its one of the light blue Fazbear shirts they put out recently. he grabs Mike when the man grabs the shirt. he pulls Mike to his chest and kisses him.

“hey, I don’ know why yer so upset with how ye look. I love the way ye look so much I based myself off ye.” Foxy murmurs. Mike smiles at him a little.

“I know.” Mike murmurs. he leans against the taller for a moment, before pulling back. “c’mon lets go outside.” Mike says. Foxy nods, taking his hand and heading outside.

both blink at the sun, glancing at the other three.

“nice of you two to join us.” Bonnie teases, waving.

“Mike, are you not getting in?” Chica asks. Mike shakes his head.

“nah. I’m good.” Mike says, sitting on the desk. he lays out where Freddy had been previously. he sighs.

“hey, how about we go see a movie tonight?” Freddy asks. Mike looks over at him.

“uh, yea sure.” Mike says. “what do you guys want to see?” Mike asks.

“something funny!” Chica giggles.
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“something scary.” Bonnie smirks.

“I dunno.” Freddy shrugs. “whats playing?” he asks. Mike shrugs and reaches into this pocket.

“shit, Foxy while you’re still standing can you go get my phone? I guess I forgot it in the bedroom.” Mike frowns, glancing at him. Foxy shrugs, stepping away from the edge of the pool.

“sure.” he hums, heading back into the house. he’s only gone a moment, when he hears Mike yelp and a splash. Foxy freezes for a second and whips around, running back out. Mikes gone. “what did ye do!?” Foxy shouts, looking around, almost frantic.

“relax, Freddy just pushed him in.” Bonnie chuckles. a look of panic crosses Foxys face, like no panic Bonnie has ever seen before, and he takes off running as fast as he can, jumping from the deck. he drives into the water, nearly hitting his ankles on the desk, but just barely managing to miss it.. others watch in confusion as Foxy quickly surfaces with Mike clutched in his arms. he’s got Mike up under his arms, Mikes back to his chest, though he’s got a hand loosely wrapped around Mikes throat, propping his chin up gently, holding his face out of water. he’s sputtering trying to get the water from his own mouth.

“Foxy-” Chica starts. Foxy growls at them, making his way towards the edge of the pool. Mike was a little heavier than he thought he would be with his clothes on.

“s’okay, yer okay.” Foxy murmurs gently, trying to grab hold of the edge and haul Mike up.

“it was just a joke.” Freddy says, hesitantly. Foxys eyes snap over to him, growling again.

“he can’ swim! he’s afraid of water! yer fuckin’ stupid!” Foxy shouts. Bonnie scrambles out quickly, climbing onto the desk and runs over to Foxy.

“give him here. come on.” Bonnie says, reaching for Mike. Foxy holds Mike up the best he can, letting Bonnie take him, before climbing out quickly. he lays Mikes out beside him, shaking him a little. Mikes eyes fly open and he jerks up, spitting water out before letting out a terrified scream. Bonnie jumps back quickly. Foxy’s quick to wrap his arms around the smaller man, pulling him to his chest.

“s’okay. yer okay. s’okay. yer not in the water. I gotcha. yer okay. yer gonna be okay.” Foxy murmurs, gently. Mikes coughing now, spitting up more water. his first instinct had been to scream for Foxy, so he’d inhaled a lot of water. Mikes knuckles are white from how hard he’s gripping onto Foxys arm.

“Foxy?” Chica asks, hesitantly.

“what the hell is wrong with ye?” Foxy snaps, glaring at Freddy. the brown haired man is watching them, shocked.

“uh, I… it… I…” Freddy sputters. Mikes trembling, buried in Foxys chest. Foxy shifts him gently, pulling Mikes hands from his arm, despite the terrified whimper the man gives.

“okay. c’mon.” Foxy murmurs. he scoops Mike up, growling dangerously at Freddy. Freddy watches him. “yer lucky he needs me.” Foxy snaps, carrying him back inside quickly.

“way to go Freddy.” Chica glares.

“I thought he’d find it funny! how was I supposed to know a man who owns a pool can’t swim?” Freddy huffs.

Foxy carries Mike to the bedroom, looking around. his first thought is to put Mike in the bath and rinse the pool water off, but he’s not sure it would do him any good. it might make things worse. he glances around, trying not to panic. he doesn’t know what to do. he doesn’t have any knowledge for this situation. he glances at Mike.

“Mike… Mikey I don’ know what m’doin’ tell me what ye need. how can I help ye?” Foxy asks, nervously. Mike opens his mouth, but only manages a whimper. he closes his mouth, shakily looking up at Foxy, begging him to understand. willing him to know what's going on. Foxy meets his eye and nods slightly. “okay. yer havin’ a moment loike I do. ye can’ talk.” Foxy murmurs, looking around. “ye… ye can’ talk, but ye can nod. so, yes er no. ye need to warm up?” Foxy asks. Mike nods shakily. “okay, can I put ye in the shower or will it make it worse?” Foxy asks. Mike nods again slightly, fisting a hand in Foxys shirt tightly, with a quiet whimper. “I won’ go no where, m’gonna stay with ye. I ain’ goin’ no where. I promise. I won’ leave ye.” Foxy assures, heading into the bathroom quickly.

Foxy is quick to turn on the water, letting it warm up, before he turns the shower on and climbs into the water, sitting in the tub. its quiet for a few minutes, Mike trembling against Foxy, before he suddenly lets out a scream, digging his face into Foxys chest. he screams again, its muffled slightly by Foxys chest. Foxy holds him tightly, squeezing him gently until Mike gets quiet again.

“s’okay. s’okay.” Foxy murmurs softly, holding him tighter. Foxy kisses his head gently, nuzzling his face into Mikes hair gently. “I know. yer okay. m’sorry. m’so sorry Mike. I didn’ think they’d hurt ye.” Foxy murmurs. “I never thought they’d hurt ye. m’sorry.” Foxy soothes. he leans back into the tub, cuddling Mike. “I don’ know how t’ help ye.” Foxy says softly. Mike chokes, nails digging into Foxys chest, leaving marks on the synthetic skin.

“h-ho-hold me.” Mike manages. Foxy nods, holding tighter.

“I won’ let ye go. m’not lettin’ ye go. s’okay.” Foxy soothes. he kisses Mikes head, gently slipping his hands up under the others shirt to pull it off him. “c’mon, lets get that off ye. s’soaked.” Foxy murmurs. Mike doesn’t fight him, but he’s not in the shape to help. Foxy takes his shirt off him, tossing it into the tub. Mike curls back up in his lap, holding onto Foxy tightly. Mike jerks, flinching and curling up more when there's a knock on the door. Foxy glances over. “fuck off.” Foxy growls. the door opens anyway. Bonnie pokes his head in.

“is… is he okay?” Bonnie asks, glancing at Mike. all he can see if the others back, but his eyes snap back up to Foxy when the red haired man growls at him in warning.

“get away from ‘im. don’ even look at ‘im.” Foxy snaps. Mike curls up, cuddling closer to Foxy, hugging his chest silently. Foxy growls lowly at Bonnie, flashing his sharp canines at the purple haired man in warning, eyes narrowed at him. Bonnie’s eyes widen and he steps back.

“Foxy, hey take it easy. I don’t want to hurt him. I just want to check on you guys.” Bonnie assures gently. Foxy holds him tighter.

“back off.” Foxy warns. he shifts Mike, almost like he’s ready to drop the man and jump at Bonnie, but Mikes nails dig into his synthetic skin, causing his sensor nodes to flair up in something akin to pain. Foxy glances down at Mike, before the growl dies in his throat and he leans his head back against the shower wall silently, rubbing Mikes back gently.

“Foxy, Freddy didn’t mean to-” Bonnie tries.

“yes he did!” Foxy snaps. this time Mike holding onto him won’t stop him. he puts Mike down, getting up.

“Foxy.” Mike manages, grabbing hold of his leg in a desperate attempt to not be left alone, even if the man is still in the room. Foxy brushes his hands off gently, stepping out of the tub. Mike tenses, turning slightly to watch Foxy. he curls in on himself, trembling. Bonnie steps back quickly.

“Foxy, Foxy hang on. Mike needs you. don’t go too far.” Bonnie says hesitantly, putting his hands up. Foxy doesn’t faulter, stalking towards Bonnie. “Foxy, take it easy. Mike needs you.” Bonnie attempts to soothe. he motions to Mike.and, despite being pissed, Foxy turns to glance at Mike. the man is curled up, still trembling, head in his knees, they’re hugged so tightly to his chest that Foxy can see his skin changing colors in his arms. his ears droop, but he turns to Bonnie and growls when the man starts speaking again. “he’s not doing so hot. he needs you to help him Foxy.:” Bonnie says.

“what he needs s’idiots loike ye t’ not push ‘im in the pool!” Foxy shouts.

“okay! okay! Fredy’s already promised no more pranks on Mike. none ever. Freddy promised. Mike will never be a victim of a prank again. swear on it.” Bonnie assures.

“I’ll believe that when I see it.” Foxy growls. Bonnie looks around him to Mike.

“Foxy, Mike’s having a panic attack. he needs you.” Bonnie murmurs. Foxy turns to look behind him again, Mikes face is still in his knees, but his nails are digging into the sides of his head hard.

“get out.” Foxy snaps, turning back to Bonnie. he shoved the man hard and slams the door shut, before making his way back over to Mike as quickly as he can. he climbs into the tub again, pulling Mike back into his lap. “m'sorry love.” Foxy murmurs, holding him tighter. “m’sorry. I know ye need me. m’sorry I had t’ get up.” Foxy murmurs. Mike chokes on a wuirt sob.”m’sorry. m’so sorry. I-I…. I never should’ve left ye with them.” Foxy mumbles. Mike leans back against him, trembling slightly. he turns his head to look at Foxy.

“s-sorry. I’m sorry.” Mike manages, hugging himself. Foxy looks confused.

“sorry? ye ain’ do nothin’.” Foxy murmurs.

“break, breaking down like a kid because I got pushed into the pool.” Mike mutters. Foxy frowns, hugging him tighter.

“ye can’ swim.” Foxy says firmly. “it weren’ yer fault. I shouldn’ have left ye out there with them.” Foxy growls. he sighs. “there’s nothin’ I can say t’ make ye feel better, but how ‘bout we get out o’ the shower. get dressed, we curl up on the couch an watch that movie ye wanted.” Foxy offers. Mike shakily turns his head, watching Foxy. he reaches up and wipes his face a little.

“y-you didn’t want to watch that movie and I won’t make you just to make me feel better.” Mike sniffles, wiping at his nose a little. Foxy smiles at him, kissing his forehead.

“I’ll watch whatever ye want.” Foxy says softly. Mike shakes his head leaning back against him.

“no. I-I won’t.” Mike mumbles, sniffling. he wipes his eyes again. “won’t make you watch that stupid movie.” Mike says. he leans back against him. “you don’t like horror movies.” Mike adds.

“but ye do.” Foxy murmurs, leaning forward to turn off the water. “c’mon, we can fight ‘bout what we’re gonna watch once yer dry and dressed.” Foxy says. Mike nods slightly, shakily getting out of the tub. Foxy follows behind him pausing. “yer bleeding.” Foxy frowns.

“I bumped my head on the deck when he pushed me in.” Mike mumbles. Foxy growls lowly. “I’m okay.” Mike assures gently.

they get dried off and dressed, standing in the bedroom for a moment. Mike shifts from foot to foot anxiously, before he wraps his arms tightly around Foxy. he drops his head against Foxy’s chest. Foxy looks shocked a little, before wrapping his arms around Mike and kissing his head.

“yer okay.” Foxy mumbles.

“I”m sorry. I’m okay. I knew you had me, I just…. I just freaked out.” Mike mumbles.

“gotta say, s’weird t’ see ye scared. ye handled us loike we were nothin’. loike nothin’ scared ye.” Foxy murmurs.

“everyone is scared of something.” Mike mumbles, hugging tighter to Foxy.

“I guess that's true.” Foxy murmurs. he nuzzles Mikes hair gently, kissing his head. “now, what movie do ye want?” Foxy asks. Mike shrugs and hugs him tighter.

“not M3gan.” Mike mumbles. “you don’t like horror movies.” Mike adds. Foxy smiles a little.

“I’ll watch whatever ye want.” Foxy murmurs, nuzzling him.

“I don’t care Foxy, just pick a movie, please.” Mike mumbles. Foxy nods, scooping him up gently. Mike is quick to hold onto him. “you don’t have to carry me.” Mike huffs, softly.

“I want t’,” Foxy says, carrying him to the couch. he lays them both out of the couch and grabs the remote. he flips on a random movie, some comedy Mike remembers seeing once or twice called The Pacifire. they settle together and Mike clings to Foxys chest. the bigger holds him tighter, kissing his head and nuzzling him gently. he doesn’t mind cuddling the smaller to watch movies. he can live with this.

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“just remember Foxy, its prank. I’m not actually hurt.” Mike assures, looking at the red haired man. Foxy huffs.

“damn it, I know that. I ain’ stupid.” Foxy huffs, rolling his eyes. Mike chuckles, nodding.

“good, just checking.” Mike assures. he smiles at Bonnie and Chica on the couch.

“hey Freddy!” Mike calls.

“yeah?” Freddy calls.

“can you pop my back?” Mike asks. Freddy pops into the living room, confused. “I’m gonna cross my arms over my chest, I just need you to wrap your arms around mine, lean back a little, and squeeze. its easy.” Mike explains.

“why me?” Freddy asks. “why nods Foxy?” Freddy asks. Mike shrugs.

“I ain’ wanna hurt ‘im. m’the clumsy one remember?” Foxy asks. Freddy winces a little. they’d all been calling him that, because even though he could walk better sometimes he’d trip up and fall. he was far more clumsy than the others.

“he doesn’t want to hurt me more than I’m already hurting.” Mike says.

“and we’re busy.” Bonnie says, trying to lean around Freddy to see the TV.

“yeah move your but. we’re watching TV.” Chica huffs, leaned back against Bonnie. Freddy frowns a little and shrugs.

“fine come here.” Freddy mutters. Mike smiles and walks over to him, putting his back to Freddy, crossing his arms over his chest.

“don’t break my spine.” Mike mutters. Freddy grunts, wrapping his arms around him carefully. Mike winks at Foxy, as if to remind him its just a prank. he wants to make sure the man knows he’s not being hurt. Freddy frowns a little, leaning back, just enough to lift Mike up off the ground.

“now what?” Freddy asks.

“well, you have to lean back and squeeze at the same time.” Mike says. Freddy huffs, putting Mikes feet back on the ground. he adjusts his hold a little, before leaning back some and squeezing Mike. there’s a loud crack and Mike goes limp immediately.

“Mike!” Foxy yelps, jumping from his chair. Freddy quickly drops him, stepping back.

“holy shit Freddy!” Bonnie shouts, pushing Chica away carefully, getting up.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him!” Freddy shouts. Foxy kneels beside Mike quickly, moving to roll him over.

“don’t move him! if Freddy broke his back he has a spinal injury! keep him still!” Bonnie shouts, rushing over. Freddy stands there eyes wide, watching. Bonnie gently feels Mikes neck gently, before frowning. he glances at Freddy.

‘well you did it.” Bonnie huffs.

“wh-what? did what? he’s dead?” Freddy asks, hands immediately flying up to grab his hair anxiously.

“no. we did it.” Chica smiles. Mike pops up, smirking at Freddy.

“and that is why we don’t play stupid pranks on people.” Mikes says. Foxy laughs, standing up. he helps Mike to his feet while Freddy stands there confused.

“b-but you’re okay?” Freddy manages.

‘yup!” Mike grins.

“but… you… I.. your back? that cracking sound?” Freddy asks.

“you did pop my back, which was nice, but that loud cracking, raw macaroni noodles. you squeezed and I bit down on them.” Mike shrugs.

“y-you tricked me!” Freddy shouts. “I thought I hurt you!” Freddy growls lowly. Mike laughs and shakes his head.

“yeah see I thought you’d say that.” Mike says. Freddy narrows his eyes. “bye!” Mike grins, taking off. he’s not as fast as they are, but the element of surprise is what he’s hoping for. he dahes out the door, before Freddy seems to realize what happened.

“I’m gonna akick your ass!” Freddy shouts, running after him. Foxy, Bonnie, and Chica follow them out the door, watching.

“watch the pool! watch the pool!” Foxy shouts, when Freddy almost manages to grab Mike near the pool. Mike laughs, dodging around a tree, he slides on the wet grass and yelps.

“shit!” Mike laughs, rolling and pushing himself back up. he manages to scramble out of the way when Freddy manages to do the exact same thing Mike did, sliding across the ground. Mike laughs and runs over to the porch, standing behind Foxy. he pants, trying to catch his breath. with Foxy in front of him, he knows the man in front of him will protect him. Freddy storms over and, just like Mike knew, Foxy steps to the side slightly, protectingg Mike from the angle Freddy is coming at.

“move!” Freddy huffs. “he tricked me! I thought I killed him!” Freddy snaps.

“no, he pranked ye. loike ye did.” Foxy says firmly. “when ye pushed ‘im in the pool an he couldn’ swim,” Foxy growls.

“that was different, I didn’t know he couldn’t swim, he pretended I killed him!” Freddy glares, pointing at Mike.

“and we all helped him.” Bonnie says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“face it Fred, you’ve been a bit of an ass with some of the pranks you’ve been playing.” CHica says.

“I mean you almost dislocated Foxy’s leg when you caught him in the damn trap and yanked him up leg first into a tree.” Chica frowns.

“not to mention you knocked him out in doing so and he hung there for like 30 minutes while you laughed.” Mike glares, wrapping his arms around Foxys waist from behind.

“or the time you almost poisoned Bonnie.” Chica frowns.

“okay! okay! I get it, my pranks are mean.” Freddy huffs. “but not as mean as you pretending I killed you.” Freddy glares. “I already promised no more pranks on Mike.” Freddy adds.

“we’re not asking you stop, we’re asking that you do real pranks. pranks are funny.” Bonnie frowns.

“that wasn’t funny.” Freddy glares.

“we gave you a taste of your own medicine.” Mike says. “yours weren’t funny either. you could’ve really hurt Foxy, almost killed me and Bonnie.” Mike adds.

“and gave Mike a concussion when you knocked him into the pool.” Bonnie adds.

“we were just showing you its not cool.” Chica says.

“fine.” Freddy mutters. “not more mean pranks.” he hisses.

“good.” Mike mutters. he heads back inside. Foxy follows Bonnie smirks at Freddy.

“we still love you. even if you’re an ass.” Bonnie says, heading inside. Chica smiles at Freddy, heading inside. Freddy follows, although he looks annoyed. he under stands why the did what they did.

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“whats that ye got there, Lass?” Foxy asks, walking over to a little girl. the Cove is closed for cleaning after a couple of kids had too much pizza and soda and puked everywhere, so he’s wondering the main room.

the little girl blinks up at Foxy.

“its a hula hoop. I just got it for my birthday.” the girl says.

“ye did? well, happy birthday kiddo.” Foxy chuckles. he crouches down. he’s curious about this toy he’s never seen before. “but what's a ‘hula hoop’?” Foxy asks. the little girl giggles.

“watch!” she grins. she puts the hoop on and easily gets the hoop moving. Foxy watches her fascinated. she stops and pulls the hoop off, holding it out to Foxy. “wanna try?” she grins. Foxy raises an eye brow but takes the hoop and stands up.

“uh, sure.” he shrugs.

“put the hoop over your head.” the girl giggles. Foxy nods and puts it over his head, bringing it down to just above his hips. “now spin it! she squeals. Foxy nods and spins the hoop. it falls straight to the ground. the little girl starts laughing while Foxy bends to pick it up. “no silly you have to move to. like this!” the little girl giggles. she demonstrates to Foxy who watches her before nodding.

“alright.” Foxy says. he does as the little girl told him.

“yeah! like that! you’re really good at that Foxy!” the girl grins.

“oh wow, are you teaching Foxy to hula hoop?” Mike chuckles walking over.

“yeah! he’s really good at it!” the girl grins. Mike chuckles, watching Foxy. the man had picked that up almost as fast as he’d picked up gymnastics when Mike signed him up for classes.

“yeah he is. thats great. look at you Foxy.” Mike chuckles. Foxy shoots a small smile at him. he grabs the hoop and pulls it back over his head, flipping it over the little girl in one swift move.

“here. thank ye.” Foxy smiles. the little girl nods and runs off, giggling. Mike chuckles and shakes his head.

“did you have fun?” Mike asks. Foxy nods.

“yeah that was fun.” Foxy murmurs.

“good. you ready for your show?” Mike asks.

“Cove cleaned up?” Foxy asks. Mike nods and smiles.

“yeah, hey.” Mike says. Foxy looks at him.

“yeah?” Foxy asks.

“um… would you like some guys on your crew?” Mike asks. Foxy looks confused.

“ye can join me any time ye want.” Foxy assures.

“no, no. I mean yeah I’ll join you at any time.” Mike assures, smiling. “i just….” Mike trails.

“yeah?” Foxy asks.

“you know what you have a show to do. I’ll bother you with it later alright?” Mike asks. Foxy frowns, glancing at the Cove as Mike attempts to walk off.

“fuck the show.” Foxy frowns, grabbing Mikes arm. Mike turns to look at him. “ye can’ jus’ ask that an walk off.” Foxy says.

“Foxy, I-” Mike tries.

“no. cause yer gonna make me panic. I know ye’d never replace me. I know it but-” Foxy starts. Mike shakes his head, grabbing Foxy and pulling him to his office. he shuts the door behind him and looks up at Foxy.

“replace you? Foxy you’re irreplaceable. I could never. there’s no one that could ever replace you, I love you too much, not to mention how much the others love you and the kids love you.” Mike says, cupping Foxys face and pulling him down so they’re eye to eye. he kisses the taller. “I didn’t mean anything like that, alright? so don’t think like that. no one can replace you. I don’t know about you but, I don’t tell someone I love them if I don’t mean it and I’m not gonna just run off after I’ve said it. you’re not losing the Cove and you’re not losing me.” Mike assures.

“then what did ye mean?” Foxy asks. Mike sighs.

“just that… compared to the others, you look, lonely on that big stage all by yourself.” Mike murmurs. Foxy looks confused.

“lonely? I can pull ye er anyone o’ the others up there at anytime an ye’ll all play ‘long. I ain’ lonely.” Foxy assures. Mike nods a little.

“okay, good. good.” Mike murmurs, kissing his nose. he lets Foxy go but not before the taller sees something flash in his eyes.

“ye alright?” Foxy asks. Mike nods with a small smile.

“yeah. I’m just tired I think” Mike mutters, rubbing his face.

“Bonnie said yer free t’ use his bed.” Foxy murmurs. Mike shakes his head.

“no I have paperwork to do.” Mike says. “and you have a show to do.” Mike adds, heading to sit at the desk. Foxy wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him back to his chest.

“I don’ think so. yer not sleepin’ at this desk again.” Foxy warns.

“I’m not taking over Bonnie’s bed again. he might need it.” Mike frowns.

“he can share with Freddy er Chica. s’jus’ a few hours.” Foxy rolls his eyes.

“I don’t want to make him do that.” Mike mumbles.

“make ‘im? he can, will, and already has.” Foxy snorts. Mike blinks looking at Foxy.

“is Bonnie bi or something?” Mike asks. Foxy snorts.

“yer catchin’ on.” Foxy chuckles.

“no I’m lost.” Mike mutters.

“s’triangle.” Foxy says. Mike looks more confused. “well, more o’ a straight line, but not the point. Chica be Bonnie’s girlfriend and Bonnie, he be Freddy’s boyfriend.” Foxy says. Mike blinks at him.

“what?” Mike asks. Foxy laughed. “so Freddy and Chica ?” Mike asks.

“not s’far s’im aware.” Foxy chuckles. “now do ye want t’ go nap er not? I got a show t’ start.” Foxy says. Mike makes a small face.

“no I’m good. it was bad enough thinking I was probably laying on sheets dirtied by two of them, but all three of them? nah. that's gross.” Mike shutters. Foxy laughs and scoops him up gently.

“Bonnie keeps his bed clean and washed jus’ in case ye need a nap. s’sheets are washed every other day. he washed them yesterday.” Foxy assures.

“why do you know this?” Mike ask.

“he told me.” Foxy shrugs. he carries Mike to the back, where Freddy is reading a book on his bed.

“Foxy? Mike? everything okay?” Freddy asks.

“Mike needs a nap.” Foxy says.

“Bonnies bed is free.” Freddy says, turning back to his book. “don’t you have a show?” Freddy asks.

“didn’ I jus’ tell ye Mike needed a nap?” Foxy snaps. he lays Mike down on the bed gently.

“I can walk.” Mike grumbles.

“and?” Foxy asks, tucking him in gently.

“I’m not a child.” Mike huffs, curling up on his side.

“ye were gonna sleep at yer desk.” Foxy says, rolling his eyes. Mike grunts at him. “stop over workin’ and start sleepin’.” Foxy mutters, crouching beside the bed. “how long can I let ye sleep before yer angry ye slept too long?” Foxy asks.

“four hours at most.” Mike mumbles. Foxy nods.

“alright. see ye in four hours.” Foxy nods, standing up. as he does so he notices Mike clutching his head. he got pains from his brain injury sometimes.Foxy makes a mental note to remind him to take his migraine medicine when he gets up. he nods at Freddy and heads out of the room. Mike hisses softly, the walls dampen the sound, but it doesn’t drown it out completely.

“you okay?” Freddy asks.

“I will be.” he mutters. Freddy’s about to get up and check on him physically, when Foxy comes back. he crouches back down beside Mike, talking to him a moment, before nodding. he puts something over the other mans head, before leaving again. Freddy watches confused, waiting for Foxy to leave, before he gets up.

“what the hell?” Freddy mutters, leaning over Mike carefully. he doesn’t want the other man to notice him. Mike has a pair of ear muffs on. Freddy straightens, putting his book down immediately. he walks over and shuts the lights off, carefully leaving the room. they all know that means Mikes injury is hurting him again and he needs to be left alone.

Bonnie looks concerned immediately when he see’s Freddy.

“hey, whats wrong?” Bonnie asks.

“Mike.” Freddy says. Bonnie whips around looking for the man immediately.

“what happened? where is he? is he okay? does Foxy know something is wrong?” Bonnie asks, turning back to Freddy quickly.

“easy, easy. he’s alright. Foxy has him in your bed, but he’s got those ear muffs on again.” Freddy frowns.

“so his head is hurting him.” Bonnie frowns. he glances at the clock on the wall. “we’ve got one more party in the Cove. then we can close early. get him out of here.” Bonnie says. Freddy nods.

“check with Chica first, I’m gonna try to catch Foxy after his show.” Freddy says. Bonnie nods and heads off for the kitchen. Freddy pokes into the Cove. Foxy’s show hasn’t started just yet, the man is probably getting dressed in his boat still, but kids are starting to come in. Freddy heads for the stage, smiling and waving at the kids as he walks.

as he thought, Foxy is just putting on his hat and grabbing his sword when Freddy walks into the boat. Foxy glances at him.

“hey, didn’ mean t’ run ye out o’ there.” Foxy says. Freddy shakes his head.

“no, you didn’t. I just noticed Mikes head was hurting again, thought it best if he was left alone.” Freddy frowns. Foxy nods.

“yeah. when he fergets t’ sleep… ye know.” Foxy says. “and he’s been workin’ on somethin’ in the office a lot lately. talkin’ t’ Garcia again.” Foxy adds.

“right. we’re thinking of closing early today, after the last party. getting him out of here seems like a priority..” Freddy says. Foxy shakes his head.

“he’s gonna be pissed.” Foxy frowns.

“yeah but whats worse, him being angry or letting him stay here the rest of the day and him needing to eb out for three days again like last time? curled up in pain and miserable.” Freddy frowns. Foxy frowns at him. Mike hadn’t said a word to anyone the first time this had happened, Foxy had just found him in the office, clutching his head and screaming into a folded jacket on his knees, sobbing. his ears had hurt so bad. Mike had spent three days curled up in bed with ear plugs in under his earmuffs, he’d refused to eat, nearly sending Foxy into a frenzy.

Foxy clenches his fists, before sheathing his sword and grabbing his hook.

“right. okay. we finish the party. close early. yer right, he ain’ need t’ be here.” Foxy agrees. Freddy nods.

“we’ll put out a notice and let everyone know. Freddy’s will be closing early today. you’re letting him have a four hour nap right?” Freddy asks. Foxy nods.

“its all he wanted.” Foxy says.

“good. party starts after your next show. they’re booked for two hours. by the time you go to get him up we’ll be shut down and ready to get him out of here.” Freddy nods. Foxy nods.

“I won’ even have t’ wake ‘im.” Foxy says. he’d gotten his drivers license not long after the first incident. he needed to be able to drive if Mike got hurt. Freddy nods at him.

“okay we’ll get this started. you focus on the show, we’ll have the party set up and ready to go when the kid gets here.” Freddy assures. Foxy nods.

“good, now git. show started 10 minutes ago an I still ain’ made it out there.” Foxy says. Freddy nods, heading out quickly. he pauses at the edge of the room, watching Foxys curtains pull back as Foxy flips out onto the center stage. that had be come his new entrance once he’d learned gymnastics “ahoy me maties!” Foxy shouts. several kids jump and scream, while others laugh. Foxy lets out a deep chuckle.

“you’re late!” a little boy shouts. Foxy lays pointing at the boy.

“ye sure are right ‘bout that.” Foxy says. “now, ol’ Foxy sure is sorry he’s late, but one o’ me crew mates ain’ feelin’ too good. ye know a good cap’in takes care o’ his matey’s.” Foxy explains. a little girl throws her hand in the air.

“is it Bonnie?” she asks.

“no s’not Bonnie, Chica, er Freddy. they’re fine.” Foxy assures. “now.” Foxy calls, looking around. “show mus’ go on.” Foxy announces.

“where’s Mike? you said your first matey was gonna be in the show!” one of the kids shouts.

“I sure did, but Mike is feelin’ a little under the weather. so, that means, m’gonna need someone t’ be me second first matey today.” Foxy calls. hands go up everywhere and Foxy glances around the room. who could he pull that wouldn’t end up with a kid possibly hurt? he glances at the doorway, Bonnie is standing there. “Bonnie, why don’ ye give me a hand.” Foxy smirks. Bonnie looks shocked. “c’mon Bonnie. c’mon.” Foxy chuckles. Bonnie hesitantly heads towards the stage. he glances at Foxy.

“don’t hurt me too bad.” Bonnie murmurs. Foxy laughs.

the show, despite Bonnie having absolutely no clue what he’s doing, goes great. Foxy only manages to trip him up once, but the whole time Chica and Freddy are setting up for the party.

Foxy chuckles and steps back from Bonnie.

“alright mateys. me and me friends are gonna take a break, if yer here fer the party, jus’ hang tight. we are runnin’ jus’ a bit behind. so hold on while we get all set up.” Foxy smiles. he stands there on the stage smiling until the curtain pulls. once he’s hidden behind the curtain he lets out a low sigh. “alright-” Foxy starts.

“stop. take a break. check on Mike.” Bonnie soothes. Foxy nods, looking grateful. he runs off back stage to slide through the exit and head for the back room. Mike is still curled up on Bonnies bed. he’s asleep, though his face is contorted in pain. Foxy kneels down beside the bed, watching him.

“how is he?” Chica asks, leaning into the room.

“still asleep.” Foxy mutters.

“okay. we’re almost done setting up the party. you okay?” Chica asks.

“I’d really jus’ loike t’ know what he got ‘imself so worked up over.” Foxy mumbles, brushing the hair gently from Mikes face, looking at the scar.

“Foxy, come on.” Chica murmurs when Mike shifts. Foxy pulls his hand back quickly, standing up.

“finish settin’ up the party. I need t’ see if I can find what's happenin’.” Foxy says, heading out of the room. Chica follows him towards Mikes office.

“where are you going?” Chica asks.

“jus’ set up the party.” Foxy snaps. he heads down the hall and into Mikes office, looking around. Mike’s smart enough to know that if he keeps whatever is stressing him out on the desk, the others will find it too easily, so Foxy starts digging through his drawers. he grumbles slamming one shut and opening the next.

Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica are waiting outside the office door when he finally comes out.

“find anything?” Bonnie asks.

“no. whatever tis, he knew I’d come lookin’.” Foxy mutters, glancing at them.

“come on, lets get the party done with and then get Mike home. maybe he felt this coming on and took it home with him.” Freddy suggests. Foxy nods.

“thats what m’thinkin’. we got any parties planned fer tomorrow?” Foxy asks.

“not in the Cove.” Chica says. Foxy nods.

“we may not show up.’ Foxy says.

“we don’t expect you too.” Freddy assures. Foxy nods and heads towards the Cove. as he’d said before, no matter how worried he was about Mike, the show must go on.

the second the party is over, Foxy doesn’t even stop to wave at the kids or help push them out with their parents, he heads to the back room. Mike is still curled up sleeping. Foxy carefully pulls the blanket off him, patting Mikes pockets for the car keys.

“what are you doing?” Mike mumbles, blinking awake at him. Foxy leans down so Mike can read his lips.

“car, keys.” Foxy says slowly. Mike blinks at him.

“keys?” Mike asks. Foxy nods. Mike rolls over and pulls the keys from his pocket. laying on them couldn’t have been comfortable. Foxy takes them from him. “time to get up?” Mike asks, wincing. Foxy shakes his head.

“no.” Foxy assures gently.

“m’kay.” Mike murmurs, letting his eyes fall shut. “y’stay?” Mike asks. Foxy bites his lip, leaning down to kiss his head. he moves the ear muff off Mikes ear gently.

“not right now, I still got the party in the Cove.” Foxy murmurs softly. Mike curls up more and Foxy covers his ear again. he kisses Mikes cheek and covers him back up with the blanket, before heading out of the room.

“you didn’t grab Mike?” Chica asks.

“he woke up while I was grabbin’ the keys. m’waitin’ fer ‘im t’ fall back t’ asleep.” Foxy mutters. “just pack up if yer comin’ with us. if not jus’ be quiet until I get ‘im out.” Foxy says, heading towards the Cove to change. he strips out of his Pirate costume and back into his jeans and one of Mikes old band t-shirts. “keep quite an don’ wake ‘im.” Foxy adds as he heads outside to the car. the lots empty by now, they’d made quick work getting rid of the familys. Foxy pulls the car in front of the door and parks it.

Freddy meets him at the door.

“ye lot comin’?” Foxy asks.

“no, won’t do Mike any good for us to be there making extra noise.” Freddy murmurs. Foxy nods slightly.

“alright.” he says, heading for the back. he pauses seeing Bonnie waiting for him, by Mike. he’s already changed out of his purple suit for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “what are ye doin’?” Foxy growls in warning.

“easy. easy. I’m just going to throw a shirt over his head when you pick him up, so the light doesn’t bother him.” Bonnie soothes. Foxy growls lowly, but crouches beside the bed. he gently pulls the blanket off Mike gently. Mike shifts, curling up more.

“I know, Mikey, I know. hang on.” Foxy soothes. he knows the other can’t hear him, its a force of habit. he’s as gentle as he can be scooping Mike up. the man whines. “I know.” Foxy soothes gently. he holds Mike tightly, holding back a growl when Bonnie leans over and carefully covers Mikes head with his shirt gently.

“Foxy?” Mike mumbles. Foxy shifts a little and rubs Mikes cheek gently with his thumb. he knows Mike can’t hear him, but needs assurance it is him. he turns and carefully carries Mike out. he’s careful, Mike already hurting because of something he did, even if it was 20 years ago, he didn’t want to hurt him again.

“you guys going to be okay?” Freddy asks.

“we’ll be fine.” Foxy assures. he carries Mike outside and carefully loads him into the car. Mike whines lowly when Foxy buckles him in. the seat is already laid back for him so he can sleep.

“Foxy?” Mike whimpers. he reaches up. one hand fumbles with the shirt on his face, the other grabs hold of Foxys wrist. Foxy gently puts his hand on Mikes when he tries to move the shirt. “Foxy?” Mike asks, a slight hint of panic in his voice. Foxy leans over him, moving the shirt just enough Mike can see him.

“home.” Foxy says carefully, before covering his face again.

“home? n-no the pizzeria.” Mike mumbles. Foxy closes the door and gets in the driver seat. “Foxy.” Mike whimpers, reaching his hand out. Foxy takes it easily. he doesn’t bother saying anything, he simply traces the word ‘home’ into the back of Mikes hand carefully. he can hear Mike mumbling each letter as he writes it. “no home. Foxy.” Mike whines.

“don’ fight me on this.” Foxy murmurs softly. he gently traces the word again into the back of Mikes hand.

“me head is fine.” Mike says. Foxy pulls his hand from Mikes and pulls the shirt off his head gently. Mike immediately cries out, hissing and covering his face. “stop! put it back!” Mike cries. Foxy puts it back on his face gently. “that hurt.” Mike whimpers.

Foxy shakes his head as he pulls up to the house. he parks and gets out, walking around to scoop Mike up. he easily carries Mike inside, laying him on the bed. he crouches down and pulls the ear muff off Mikes ear.

“jus’ lay here. let me cover the windows.” Foxy murmurs. he gently covers Mikes ear again and dashes off. he locks the front door and starts securing curtain over the windows. they’re black out curtains, for occasions as such. Foxy works on turning everything he can off, limiting the noise in the house the best he can. its dark and quiet and Foxy hates it, but Mike needs it. it sucks that something that makes Mike feel better, makes Foxy nervous. gives him PTSD it reminds him of the old Cove, of being trapped for years.

Foxy heaves a sigh, heading back to the bedroom, he pulls the shirt off Mikes face, watching the man blink up at him. he stares up at Foxy.

“my head hurts.” Mike says.

“I know.” Foxy says, ears drooping. he holds a bottle of pills out to Mike, helping him open it. Mike swallows down 2 pills, before curling up in the bed. Foxy watches him. “ye okay?” Foxy asks slowly.

“my head hurts.” Mike mumbles, curling up. Foxy takes notice the Mikes left arm is twitching. twitching happened a lot when Mikes head started hurting. Mike had assured them all it was fine that the doctors told him it was something that would happen, just from the damage he’d had. sometimes Mike would stumble because of involuntary moment of his body due to damage of his primary motor cortex when Foxy fell on him.

the first time this had happened, Mike had started ticking before the migraine had hit. he’d started blinking more than normal and his head had twitched pretty hard, before flopping to the side. Mike had looked like he was in pain, or being possessed, clicking his tongue. it had freaked them all out in the beginning, but Foxy had learned what they meant. if Mike started ticking before the migraine hit, it was going to be a bad one and they needed to act fast. if he didn’t tick, but had involuntary moment it meant it was going to be a slightly more mild one, that it wouldn’t take to long for him to get better enough to get up. if Mike simply started muttering about getting a headache, or suddenly came down with a migraine, it wasn’t going to be bad. a few hours and he’d be fine.

Foxy had memorized all his symptoms, a long with most of his ticks. he was still occasionally caught off guard by the sound of Mike snapping his fingers to the beat of an old song and clicking his tongue, it always freaked him out when Mike would be fine one second and suddenly his head would twitch or flop. the one that bothered him most was the verbal ticks though. he never knew what Mike would start shouting, but he’d figured out most of them. a common one was mumbling ‘weee’ when his head flopped forwards, usually followed immediately by a curse.

things seemed to be getting worse for him recently. he was twitching and ticking more than normal, but Mike had assured them it was just stress related. Foxy needs to know whats stressing him out so bad.

“ye willin’ t’ talk t’ me?” Foxy asks. Mike nods.

“only if you lay with me.” Mike mutters.

“ye can’ read me lips if I’m laying with ye.” Foxy chuckles.

“then talk quietly.” Mike murmurs. Foxy snorts and lays beside him on the bed, pushing his earmuff out of the way gently.

“whats got you so stressed lately?” Foxy asks. Mike tenses slightly. “come on.” Foxy murmurs.

“I’ve… I’ve been talking to Garcia.” Mike murmurs.

“‘bout?” Foxy asks. Mike goes quiet a moment and sighs.

“a new body.” Mike says.

“fer?” Foxy asks. Mike shifts to look at him.

“me.” Mike says. Foxy looks confused.

“s’wrong with this one?” Foxy asks.

“a lot. I’m tired of these fits. and she thinks she could put me in a body like you guys… should things get worse.” Mike murmurs.

“so ye’d be an android?” Foxy asks. Mike nods slightly, head twitching and nearly slamming into Foxys. the red haired man pulls back quickly.

“sorry.” Mike mumbles.

“s’not yer fault. how long will it take?” Foxy asks.

“she’s gotta find out how to get me into the body, so it could be a while.” Miles says. Foxy nods. “I’ve told you before they told me I wasn’t gonna really make it past 35 or so, I’m 26 and I’m breaking down a little quicker than they thought… its not even just stress anymore. its like, I’m haunting my body or something and its finally giving up on me.” Mike explains, clenching and unclenching his hand. he looks at Foxy. “when I said earlier… that you looked lonely on stage, I meant, because I can’t play much anymore like I did eight months ago, when the Cove reopened. you’re always trying to get people to fill my spot last minute and they don’t know the routines we make up, that I struggle to get through… I wasn’t sure how to tell you.” Mike explains. Foxy frowns a little.

“loike ye did. ye explained t’ me. ye told me the plan. I think… I know how t’ get ye t’ stay in the body.” Foxy says. Mike looks over. “when yer head don’ hurt we’ll talk ‘bout it, but fer now, jus’ lay back down an I’ll get ye handled.” Foxy assures. Mike nods slightly, letting him cover his ears. he leans back against Foxy, head twitching and thumping against his chest, but it doesn’t hurt either of them. the’d be fine.

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Mike looks around hesitantly, flashlight clutched in his hand.

”I don’t like this.”

Foxy growls from his ear piece.

“I’m okay.” Mike assures, opening the front door. he looks around. he lets out a low breath. “oh yeah, there’s definitely something here.” Mike murmurs softly. he shutters, looking around.

”don’t worry Foxy, Mike is safe.”

Chica chipper voice cuts in.

“well, safer than he was with us, I mean, he’s just like us now.”

Bonnie is trying to sound nonchalant, but he’s just as worried as Foxy.

”no he ain’. we’re sentient, he’s a damn ghost, haunting a shell!”

Mike winces.

“its okay Foxy, I’m gonna be fine.” Mike assures, looking around.

”Foxy is right. Mike isn’t like us, but we’re right here in the parking lot should he need help.”

Freddy, ever the voice of reason in situations like this.

Mike clears his throat.

“hello?” he calls. “I;m the nightshift.” Mike calls a little louder.

“hi there.” a man greets. Mike yelps and scrambles away, heaving a sigh.

“shit, man, you scared me. didn’t see you there.” Mike huffs.

“come on, your office is this way.” the man says, leading him away from the main party room.

”ye okay? what happened?”

Mike doesn’t really want this guy to know he’s got them in his ear, so he shrugs a little.

“sorry about freaking out like that. its just so dark back there I didn’t see you in the shadows.” Mike says.

”he’s fine Foxy. stop over reacting.”

Freddy huffs. and just like that, the voice of reason was gone.

“so this is your office. just have a seat. its pretty easy. you’ve got lights and you should be safe back here. should anything happen, these new Animatronics will call the police. they’re definately an upgrade from that old place.” the guys snorts.

“yeah great, thanks. I can take it from here.” Mike says, glancing around.

“oh! one thing, the room behind you.” the guy says. Mike turns to look.

“uh, yeah?” he asks.

“those things, if they see you, they might think you’re an intruder, so if you have to piss there’s a bucket in there. don’t make a mess.” the guy says, before heading out. Mike stares agter him disgusted.

“oh thats just gross.” Mike mutters, sitting in the chair. he shutters. “well, this is a familiar set up.” Mike says.

”what are we looking at here?”

Bonnie asks.

“no idea just yet. its 11:55 so I’ll find out soon. I’ve got a vent on either side of me and a hallway in front of me… and is this an old Freddy’s head? gross.” Mike mutters, picking up the head. “and heavy. what the hell?” Mike asks, looking around.

”have I mentioned I don’ loike this?”

“knock it off Foxy he’ll be fine.”

“ye don’ know that!”

“Freddy! Foxy! stop arguing.”

“sorry Chica.”

“you two get it together, arguing in his ear is just going to distract him.”

Mike agrees with Bonnies words.

“Bonnie’s right and I don’t need any more of those than I already have.” Mike says. he looks around for a few moments, before the phone rings. “shit!” Mike yelps jumping.

”you okay?”

“yeah. I’m good Bonnie. the phone’s just ringing. this is… wow, deja vu.” Mike mutters. he puts the phone on speaker.

Uh, hello and welcome to your new summer job at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Uh, I'm here to talk you through some of the things you can expect to see during your first week here

“this is eerily similar to the first place.” Mike mutters.

”new and improved my ass.”

“take it easy Freddy. we’re only here to see if we can get these guys out of here.”

“listen, I’m on the second guard to work here.” Mike says.

”what kind of conditions scared him out of the job?”

“m’sure we can all take a guess. somethin’ ‘bout Animatronics huntin’ ye down, could put a damper on the mood.”

“there’s a music box.” Mike says, flipping through the cameras. “I can wind it through the tablet or manually.” Mike adds.

”I vote through the tablet.”

“I can’ help but agree.”

“I can’t stay cooped up in this office all night. I have to get out there and see what I’m dealing with.” Mike frowns, looking around.

”you see, there may be a minor glitch in the system, something about robots seeing you as an exoskeleton without his costume on, and wanting to stuff you in a suit, so hey, we've given you an empty Freddy Fazbear head, problem solved! You can put it on anytime, and leave it on for as long as you want. Eventually anything that wandered in, will wander back out.

“let me get this straight. I’m supposed to put this disgusting old Freddy head on and hope they leave me alone?” Mike frowns, picking up the helmet.

”hey! what the hell is wrong with-”

“if ye ain’ stop yellin’ at ‘im I swear-”

“what did I just fucking say? knock it off! damn it!”

“hey everyone take it easy.” Mike soothes, grabbing the head. “seems like I can wonder, as long as I have the tablet so I can wind the music box, and this… head. so I can confuse them.” Mike adds, getting up from his chair.

”maybe we don’t rush right into this. is one night int he office going to kill you?”

Bonnie asks.

“it might.” Mike says.

”maybe I should rephrase the question.”

“nah, kill’im. ye nailed it.”

“sorry.”

“don’t worry about it.” Mike soothes, taking the flashlight off his belt. he slips out of the office and down the hall carefully. “these things are freaking huge, like they gotta be 8 foot tall.” Mike mutters.

”you’re 5’5 Mike, everything is one is tall to you.”

“shut it Freddy.” Mike says, wondering slightly closer to the stage. he has the tablet in one hand and the Freddy head tucked under his arm. his other hand has his flashlight. “they’re so… plastic looking.” Mike says.

”they’re supposed t’ be upgraded. we smelled loike death. with the furry an pizza grease.”

“and dead bodies.”

“yeah, thanks Chica. how could I ferget dead bodies?”

“will you guys knock it off. just be ready to come in and help me should something go wrong.” Mike huffs. he yelps throwing the Freddy head on when they all snap over to look at him. “nothing to see here! just Freddy, fucking around. I’m gonna go, this way.” Mike says, awkwardly side stepping his way away from the stage.

”what happened?”

“th-they all turned and looked at me. in sync.” Mike mutters.

”how many do you see?”

“uh, three on stage. all I can see is their versions of Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica… but there’s a sign over in the corner that says kids Cove this way. could be a version of their Foxy there.” Mike says. there’s a loud thump and Foxy nearly jumps out of his synthetic skin. “ow.” Mike groans.

”Mike?”

Chica can’t hide the worry in her voice.

“I’m okay.” Mike manages, groaning lowly. he pushes his face off the floor.

”you don’t sound okay.”

“what happened?”

“do we need t’ come in?”

“no. I-I’m fine. just can’t see with this damn head on. I tripped over a chair.” Mike mutters, getting up off the ground. he brushes off. “I think maybe if I can get one of them alone I can talk to them.” Mike says. he stiffens and turns around. “oh… oh hi… uh, I’m Mike.” Mike says, waving. behind him is the Bonnie.

”Mike?”

Mike takes a step back when the Animatronic reaches for him.

“I’m here to help. I want to get you guys out of here, like the originals. set the sounds free and get you guys out.” Mike says, hesitantly, backing up.

”Mike? what's happenin’?”

“u-uh, its the Bonnie. he’s, he’s staring at me.” Mike says. he looks at the Bonnie carefully. “hi, I’m Mike. can you hear me?” Mike asks. suddenly it screams in his face, running at him. “ no wait! I mean I’m Freddy!” Mike yelps, throwing the head on and running. he can hear the Animatronic thundering after him. “this is a bad idea its chasing me!” Mike shouts.

”m’comin’ in!

“no you’re not Foxy stop it! Mike find somewhere to hide. maybe if it can’t see you the spirit won’t notice you there. we had a sort of out of sight out of mind kinda thing too.”

“yeah, you’d be able to talk to them while hiding.”

“right. hide. uh, there’s not really any where to hide. there was all kinds of places to hide from you guys but its like they built this place so you couldn’t hide!” Mike says. he drives under a table in one of the dark party rooms, letting out a slow breath.

”Mike?”

“I think I lost him.” Mike says, softly. he peaks out from under the table to see the Animatronic go stomping towards the office. “they’re more aggressive than you guys were.” Mike murmurs.

”they’re new. they’re buggy already and now there’s a bunch of spirits messing with them.”

“I guess thats true I just-” Mike cuts himself off with a scream when he’s dragged out backwards by his leg. he scrambles to hold the head on as he’s held upside down. “let me go! put me down!” Mike shouts. the Animatronic lifts him up leaning down slightly. the head is heavy, slipping through his fingers, even though they can’t get sweaty anymore. his vents are cycling nervous air quickly. he clutches the helmet as tight as he can, desperately holding it to his head.

”Mike?”

“Mike are you okay?”

“Mike can you hear us?”

“over his screaming, doubt it.”

Mike pants letting his systems vent, he stares up at the Animatronic. he can’t get free, its hurting his ankle. sensor nodes are screaming all the way up his leg.

”Mike, breathe, what's going on?”

“h-he’s just holding me. uh, upside down.” Mike says. “he’s quiet. he’s just staring at me.” Mike manages. “I think it’s- hey!” Mike yelps. the Animatronic drops him head first into the floor. “owww. he dropped me.” Mike mumbles. something flickers in the lifeless eyes.

“who are you?” he asks. Mike sits up slowly, holding the head carefully. “you look like Freddy.” he growls.

“I… I’m Mike.” Mike manages. “um.. are you…?” Mike trails.

“Bonnie.” the blue bunny says. “Bon, they call me.” he adds.

“h-hey Bon. um…” Mike trails.

“I don’t have much time. she will come back. we can only fight them for so long.” Bon says. “you said you helped the others? from another restaurant?” Bon asks. Mike nods.

“I got them out. I-I want to do the same for you. Fazbear Entertainment can’t hurt you if I can get you out.” Mike assures.

“how do you intend to help us?” Bon asks, tilting his head.

“uh, I’m gonna set the kids free….” Mike says, hesitantly. something seems to snap.

“we can never be free.” Bon growls, but his voice doesn’t sound the same. “you can’t fool me.” he hisses. he shakes his head. “g-get out of here!” Bon shouts, holding his head. Mike scrambles up.

“okay! time for plan B! these, these ghosts are stronger!” Mike yelps scrambling into a nearby vent. he crawls through it hoping to find the office. “he’s in the vent with me.” Mike yelps. he feels a hand wrap around his ankle and he’s yanked, knocking the Freddy head off him, knocking his headphone out. “let go of me!” Mike shouts, kicking him in the face hard. “let go you fucking Bunny! get off me! fuck off!” Mike growls.

”Mike?”

Mike’s eyes widen suddenly as he’s yanked again.

“FOXY!!!” Mike shouts. his voice is fading and hard to hear over the squeaking and squealing sounds of him fighting as he dragged against the vent.

the others are scrambling out of the car as fast as they can, running for the door.

“its gonna be locked.” Freddy says.

“I don’ care!” Foxy snaps, running at the doors. to his surprise the doors are not locked and he lands on the floor just inside the door. Bonnie is quick to rush over and help him up. “fuck the others, we find Mike and we get the hell out.” Foxy says, looking around. the stage is empty.

“how many are there?” Bonnie asks.

“three? maybe four? he said he never set eyes on their version of Foxy, just us.” Chica says, looking around, hesitantly.

“lets split up.” Freddy says.

“not happening.” Bonnie growls. “we stay in groups of two and search. lets be quick.” Bonnie says. “come on Foxy.” he mutters, leading the other away. Foxy trails behind him, listening carefully.

“we should check places he can hide.” Foxy says.

“he said there wasn’t many, but I mean closets, vents, under tables. the kitchen maybe. he’s smart, he’d find somewhere.” Bonnie says. Foxy freezes, turning to look behind them. there’s dark hallway, that he would guess the bathrooms were. “Foxy?” Bonnie asks.

“somethin’ s’comin’.” Foxy growls, glaring down the hall. suddenly something slams into him, sending him tumbling to the floor.

Mike groans lowly, slowly lifting his head. he looks confused, scared. Bonnie looks immediately relieved.

“Mike?” Bonnie asks. Foxy lifts his head, grinning slightly.

“yer alive.” Foxy says, hugging him.

“h-he’s behind me, we have to go!” Mike yelps, scrambling off him. Foxy gets up quickly.

“yer soaked.” Foxy frowns.

“I tripped over a mop bucket and it spilt all over me.” Mike says, grabbing his hand and trying pulling him.

“you’re limping.” Bonnie says.

“I need a trip to Garcia, now we have to go.” Mike says.

“they’re fast?” Foxy asks, worriedly.

“not as fast as us. I’ve been out running them with a bad ankle, but they’re angry and I’ve already had doors slammed shut on me while running towards them. they’re trying to cut off my path. these spirits… they’re so angry.” Mike says. Foxy frowns and grabs him, tossing him onto his back carefully.

“come on. yer gonna fuck yer leg up.” Foxy says. Mike yelps, holding onto him. Bonnie leans down to take a look at Mikes ankle and pauses.

“go. we’ve gotta go!” Mike says. Foxy turns around to look behind him. a large brown foot steps into the hallway. Foxy turns and runs past Bonnie, who isn’t far behind.

“this hallway is a dead end.” Bonnie says. Foxy stops and turns glaring after the bear. he’s growling lowly in the back of his throat, a warning that if the Animatronic gets any closer to his injured boyfriend, he’ll attack him. Mike hangs onto him, looking nervous.

“back up! er m’gonna tear ye apart!” Foxy growls lowly. there’s loud thundering foot steps and suddenly Freddy slams into the bear. Chica comes running over to them.

“Mike! you’re alive!” Chica squeals. Foxy growls at her lowly, warning her to step back as well.

“take it easy Foxy.” Mike says, hugging his neck a little tighter. they don’t really breathe, its more of a vent, so he’s not worried about hurting Foxy, just assuring him he’s alright.

“lets go come on.” Freddy orders. immediately they all head towards the doors. Mike has his legs wrapped around Foxy’s waist as tight as he can, without hurting either of them, so the other doesn’t have to worry about holding onto him. despite being the fastest, Foxy is at the back of the pack. he wants to see everyone get out first.

Chica is the first to slam through the doors, Freddy isn’t far behind.

“I can’t leave or I won’t be able to come back.” Mike says.

“come back? come back?! Mike we’re not coming back!” Bonnie shouts.

“but the spirits! th-the Animatronics! they-” Mike tries.

“they don’t want to be saved!” Bonnie snaps, slamming through the doors. Foxy is directly behind him, slowing to a jog. he turns his head to glance at Mike.

“yer not goin’ back. not until we have another plan er somethin’.” Foxy says.

“what the hell happened in there?” Freddy asks.

“I dunno, one minute Bon is fine then he’s demonic. I climbed into the vent to get away and something grabbed my ankle, if I was human still, they would’ve broken my ankle. they yanked me out of the vent and it was the Freddy.” Mike says. “I managed to get free, turns out, bad knees must be a Freddy weakness.” Mike adds, glancing at Freddy. the man glares at him. his knee’s had been how Mike managed to get the upper hand on him when they’d first met.

“I’m just glad we got you out of there alive.” Chica murmurs softly.

“Chica’s right. come on. lets get out of here. its almost 4 AM.” Freddy says.

“that explains why I’m so tired.” Mike mutters.

“ye’ve been running fer almost 2 hours.” Foxy mumbles.

“how bad is your leg?” Bonnie asks, walking over to look at Mikes ankle.

“sore.” Mike mutters.

“come on, lets get back to your house.” Freddy says. Foxy nods and carries Mike over to the car. Mike looks behind them, towards the doors and shivers. the Chica is standing at the door without her beak on.

“I’ll see if I can get a hold of Garcia.” Bonnie says.

“its 4 AM. we don’t need to bother her.” Mike frowns.

“I’m just going to text her.” Bonnie assures. Foxy sets Mike into the passenger seat and crouches in front of him while the others get in the back.

“let me see.” Foxy frowns. Mike pulls his pants leg up. his ankle is dented, but still in one piece. “it don’ look too bad on the outside.” Foxy mutters, getting up. he heads to the drivers seat.

the drive home is silent, Mikes curled in on himself, hugging his knee’s. he’s careful with his bad leg though. he doesn’t want to make it any worse. he even lets Foxy carry him inside, even if its embarrassing. he doesn’t even argue with the man, his leg hurts already and he doesn’t want to make it worse, make more damage that Garcia has to repair.

“so, now what?” Bonnie asks as Foxy carefully sets Mike in a chair. Mike smiles a little at Foxy before frowning at Bonnie.

“next time, I’m going in armed and I’m not coming out without those guys….” Mike trails. he looks up at Foxy. “I want to do some research on them, can I have my laptop?” Mike asks. Foxy nods and heads towards their room to grab the laptop.

“you’re thinking.” Freddy says. Mike nods.

“yeah, we thought this was a new pizzeria… but like… some of papers in the desk were dated before the accident.” Mike says.

“but.. Foxy bit y-” Freddy starts.

“the accident happened years ago. 20 years.” Bonnie says.

“they look so new.” Chica frowns.

“thats what has me concerned.” Mike says. he takes his laptop from Foxy. “how am I only the second one in that office if the paper work is dated like that?” Mike asks. he starts typing on his computer.

“didn’t you fall into some kind of rabbit hole trying to find the families of those kids when you freed them?” Chica asks. Mike nods slightly.

“yeah, and I remember seeing reports of other missing kids.” Mike says. “here! 2 years before the ones I free’d, I’ve got a report for 5 missing kids. the restaurant isn’t new, the Animatronics are. they just finished their grand reopening about 3 weeks ago.” Mike says. he hums to himself. “the Animatronics were replaced, they were using those old spring suits until they decided it was time to put them out of service. no clue where they ended up, but those kids weren't found. they didn’t do a full remodel though. its like they added on to the original building. “ Mike says.

“I don’ want ye goin’ back.” Foxy frowns.

“look, you guys can wait in the car again. it worked this time and it’ll work next time.” Mike assures. “I’m already going to have a hard time getting back in, lets not make it harder by dragging you guys into this as well.” Mike adds. Mikes phone rings and he looks over, picking it up. “Garcia? what are you doing up this early?” Mike asks. Foxy winces with Mike, frowning.

“oh.” Foxy frowns, stepping away.

“yes! yes! you don’t have to yell at me. I fucked up it wasn’t like I expected them to yank me from a vent and crush my ankle.” Mike huffs. “fine. door is unlocked.” Mike grumbles, hanging up.

“what happened?” Bonnie asks.

“she’s headin’ this way.” Foxy frowns, heading to the bedroom to change clothes. he pokes his head out of the room. “an she ain’ happy ‘bout it.” he adds, shrugging. Mike glares after him.

“fuck you.” Mike mutters.

“no thanks. m’good.” Foxy snorts. Mike huffs. he settles into his chair, foot propped up, waiting for Garcia.

the woman storms in, looking annoyed.

“so, while I’m fixing your mistake, wanna tell me what happened? cause all I got was a text saying ‘hey Mike got his ankle crushed trying to save some other Animatronics, can you fix it?’ and that was not helpful.” Garcia frowns.

“okay well we found another restaurant, I say found but we knew there were more, that doesn’t matter. we found the place and I thought I could just talk to the Animatronics but the spirits were stronger there, probably because they just refurbished and gave them brand new robot toys to play with, but I got the Bonnie to step tot he side and talk to me, y’know after grabbing me out from under a table and holding me in the air by my ankle, then dropping me on my head, anyway the Bonnie went demonic and chased me into the vent, where the Freddy grabbed me and dragged me out by my ankle. I think they thought I was human because he tried to break my ankle but it didn’t work and I managed to get free.” Mike explains. he sighs. Garcia pauses in his working, glancing at Mike. the man is pinching the bridge of his nose.

“okay.” Garcia frowns. she makes quick work of fixing him up. “just… you have to be careful. those sigils holding your spirit in that body, keeping you sane and stopping you from ending up like those kids, if its damaged, you’re gone Mike. we buried you weeks ago okay? your body is gone and the only thing holding you here is those little marks I made into your body. yes I have multiples incase you get hurt, but that doesn’t mean I want to test that.” Garcia frowns.

“I know. I know. Foxy reminds me of that at least every other day.” Mike grumbles, glaring at the man beside him. Foxy winks at him, artificial muscles of his bare chest flexing slightly when he crosses his arms over his chest. Mike rolls his eyes.

“and I tell you at least twice a week.” Chica snorts. Bonnie looks a little guilty.

“just about every day I remind him.” Bonnie says.

“I don’t bother to remind him, he gets that enough from everyone else.” Freddy snorts.

“right, so… next time you go out there, just tell me to be on call okay? I built traps in your body. I could have five, maybe 10 minutes to save you should something happen.” Garcia says. Mike nods.

“thanks, I appreciate all the work you’re doing.” Mike says. Garcia laughs, standing up.

“I’m totally billing you for the house call, btw.” Garcia chuckles. Mike laughs a little, getting up from his chair.

“wouldn’t expect any less. thank you.” Mike says. Garcia nods and heads out of the house. “well, I’ve had enough excitement tonight. I’m heading to bed.” Mike mutters, heading for the bedroom. Foxy turns and follows after him, he still can’t seem to get his body to understand that Mike is alive. he shuts the door behind him, watching Mike throw his clothes off, flopping face down on the bed in only his boxers.

“ye alright?” Foxy asks, climbing over the bed to lay beside him.

“I think so.” Mike mumbles. Foxy huffs and half lays over Mikes back, kissing the back of his neck. Foxy hugs his back gently.

“I know yer tough n’shit, but m’serious. I need t’ know if yer okay.” Foxy mumbles. Mike turns his head to face Foxy, frowning.

“I… I don’t know.” Mike sighs softly. “I’m sorry. I can’t give you an answer Foxy, I don’t know.” Mike sighs. Foxy frowns and moves, sitting up off his lover to move the blanket they’re laying on. he pulls it out from under Mike, before leaning over him to shut off their bedside lamp.

“I can’ help ye know if yer okay, but I can lay with ye. I can hold ye.” Foxy murmurs, he lays back down, pulling the blanket over them. “I can curl up here with ye, holds ye. try t’ soothe ye an assure ye s’gonna be alright.” Foxy murmurs, pulling Mike to his chest. the man rolls to face Foxy, hugging his chest tightly.

“thanks.” Mike mumbles. Foxy kisses the top of his head.

“I don’t want ye going back in there alone.” Foxy murmurs.

“I know… but I can’t leave them. I couldn’t leave you guys, I can’t leave them. those kids deserve to be set free. those Animatronics, they deserve freedom.” Mike mumbles, hugging Foxy tighter. “I couldn’t leave you, or the others, I can’t leave them like that Foxy.” Mike says, pulling back some to look up at the bigger man. Foxy gently pushes Mikes face back into his chest gently.

“I know ye can’, lovely.” Foxy soothes. “s’not in yer nature. we’ll help ye save them.” Foxy assures. he gently runs a hand down Mikes back, letting it rest on the small of Mikes back, caressing him with his thumb. his other hand is firmly, but gently, holding the back of his head.

“I’m sorry.” Mike says quietly. Foxy looks confused, tilting his head to look down at Mike.

“what do ye mean? ye can’ be sorry fer wantin’ t’ save’em Mike.” Foxy murmurs. Mike shakes his head, tilting his head up to look at Foxy.

“no, I’m sorry I scared you… I’m sorry I screamed for you like that. I know… I know you had to be scared or even upset. I shouldn’t have done that…” Mike trails. Foxy’s eye brows furrow and he pulls Mike against him tighter, squeezing tighter than he used to, now that Mike can take it.

“don’. don’ be sorry ye had t’ call fer help. ye needed help and ye knew who t’ call. I came runnin’ didn’ I? only took me 10 minutes t’ find ye, didn’ it? ye knew I was there an that if anythin’ happened, I was goin’ t’ come save ye.” Foxy murmurs, softly. he nuzzles his face into Mikes hair. Foxy pulls Mike closer, tangling their legs. “ye go back there, no matter how many times it takes t’ save them, I’ll be waitin’ in the car t’ jump an run. every time. ye call me name, m’there. again an again, okay? so don’ be sorry.” Foxy murmurs, kissing his forehead. Mike nods, cuddling into him. Mike wraps his arms tightly around Foxy.

“I know its not easy.” Mike mumbles.

“no, it wasn’, runnin’ in there, ‘fraid ye were gonna be hurt er dyin’, but we made it out okay. not jus’ ye, but all five o’ us. we’re okay.” Foxy assures. Mike nods.

“right. we’re okay.” Mike murmurs. Foxy brushes his fingers through the back of Mikes hair, kissing his head.

“alright. I don’ know about ye, but m’exhausted.” Foxy murmurs. “so ye try t’ get some sleep, an if ye need t’ wake me, do it.” Foxy assures. Mike nods.

“the same goes to you.” Mike murmurs. Foxy nods and holds him a little tighter, watching Mike let his eyes finally fall closed. Foxy holds him a few minutes longer, before letting his own eyes close.

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“can you guys try to be a little less threatening? I mean, you didn’t have to make that guy take his uniform off.” Mike huffs, pulling the other guards shirt on. “he literally was just going to give me the keys and let me swap places with him.” Mike adds. Foxy shrugs a little.

“we weren’ gonna hurt ‘im.’ Foxy says.

“we don’t do that anymore.” Freddy huffs.

“yeah, guy was totally safe.” Bonnie shrugs.

“and it was only words.” Chica adds. Mike sighs, grabbing his bat from where its leaned against the car.

“okay, you guys just stay here.” Mike says.

“ye sure yer ready for this?” Foxy frowns.

“we’ve been planning and practicing for three weeks. I don’t even have to be friendly with these guys. I just need the chips from the backs of their heads that make them sentient.” Mike huffs, rolling his eyes.

“yeah but they’re not going to willing just hand them over.” Freddy frowns.

“I’ll be fine guys.” Mike snorts, resting his bat on his shoulder. “handled you guys didn’t I?” Mike asks. Bonnie winces and Foxy instinctively steps back seeing the bat. Chica takes a half step behind Bonnie. Mike wasn’t one to mess with when he had that bat in his hands. he’d taken it to each and everyone of the Animatronics before realizing they were alive. Freddy frowns a little. “take it easy guys. I’m not going to hurt you with the bat.” Mike snorts, turning around.

“can ye please be safe?” Foxy asks. Mike pauses, turning to look at them while putting his ear piece in. he smiles at them.

“I’ll be fine, you’re only one call away.” Mike assures. he turns back and heads into the pizzeria. the new guard was only on his third night, it was a miracle the guy had even survived the first two nights with how jittery and skittish he was. Mike heaves a deep breath, heading into the building.

he can’t risk taking the chips while they’re offline, he and Garcia aren’t sure he could get them out like that. they need to be awake. the others had told them that sometimes while offlined after closing, they could hear things, see things, but generally only if the spirits were watching or listening. that they couldn’t remember a time before they’d been haunted where they’d been sentient while in their sleep modes. unfortunately that means Mike has to try and survive.

”what happens if you pull their sentience chips and, well, the spirits keep them awake?”

Chica asks, hesitantly.

“I’ll worry about if and when I get there.” Mike assures. he makes his way back to the office.

”go over the plan one more time.”

Freddy’s voice is once again the calm in the storm, for now.

“right, Bon seems like he has a slight grasp on reality. I’ll start with him, get him alone. if he can get free long enough, explain and get his chip, if not, get his chip and move on. the Freddy is the most aggressive, I’ll try to take the others out first so he doesn’t have back up. I don’t know about the Chica, she chased me, but I didn’t have a personal interaction with her like I did the Freddy and Bonnie.” Mike frowns.

”and the… Foxy?”

“I don’t know Chica. haven’t met him. don’t know if there is one or not.” Mike says. he glances at his watch. “its party time.” Mike murmurs. he glances around the office, grabbing the Freddy head. “alright the safest way for me to walk around is with this head on.” Mike grunts, throwing it on.

”yer hair smelled loike death for two days.”

“well don’t sniff his hair.”

“is the smell of death worse when he’s alive, or worse when he’s dead?”

“knock it off you three. you’re distracting Mike again.”

“yes, thank you Freddy.” Mike mutters. he pauses. “someone is on the move.” Mike says, heading out of the office. he glances around, pausing when he finds Bonnie In front of him. “uh, hi, Bon… do you remember me? I’m Mike.” Mike asks. the bunny stares at him, his ears twitching.

“it was dangerous, to come back.” Bon says.

“yeah I know, but I’m not leaving without you guys.” Mike says, adjusting his fingers on the bat.

“you brought a weapon?” Bon asks. Mike nods.

“for my safety.” Mike says. Bon nods once.

“Fred… he’s aggressive. but its not him. I promise.” Bon murmurs.

“I know. I want to get you out of here while I can.” Mike says.

“what do you need from us?” Bon asks.

“there’s a chip, in the back of your head. I need it to get you out of here.” Mike says. Bon tilts head, “can I grab it?” Mike asks. Bon stares at him.

”whats he doing?”

“are ye okay?”

“he’s just watching me.” Mike assures.

“whose that?” Bon asks. Mike tilts his head, the Freddy head shifting.

“my friends. the ones that were like you. they’re waiting in the car, to help me get you out.” Mike says. Bon’s head twitches hard. “please, if I’m going to do this, nows the time.” Mike says. Bon clenches his eyes shut and kneels in front of Mike. Mike drops his bat quickly.

”Mike?”

Foxy asks. he’s ready to jump and run again, but the others stop him.

“I don’t know if you’re lying… but its better than staying here.” Bon says. Mike looks relieved. he carefully pops the chip out, fumbling a little. he steps back, looking at the item in his hand. he glances at Bon’s slimped form on the ground.

”I don’t hear any struggling.”

“whats happenin’?”

“did you get it?”

“are you alive?”

“I got it. he let me take it.” Mike says, standing up. he clutches the chip gently, before reaching into his pocket and pulls out an old plastic medicine case. he’s already scraped the medicine names off and written down the animatronic names so he can keep them all separate. he carefully placed Bons in and puts the case back in his pocket. “one down.” Mike says. he picks his bat up and swallows, an unnecessary action in his Android body, but a force of habit.

”you’re okay though?”

“I’m fine Bonnie. he just… knelt down and offered it to me.” Mike murmurs. he looks back at Bons body and frowns. “I feel bad just leaving him there like that.” Mike says.

”I’m sure he’ll forgive ye once he got a new body.”

“right.” Mike murmurs. he pauses. “the Chica is gone.” Mike says.

”check the kitchen.”

“my thoughts exactly.” Mike says, edging around the tables carefully.

”wheres the Freddy?”

“he seems t’ be the most dangerous.”

“probably best to keep an eye on him.”

Mike glances behind him, its hard to do with the head on, but he manages.

“still on stage. hasn’t budged.” Mike says. he inches his way into the kitchen and pauses. “she’s in the bathroom hallway.” Mike says softly. he heads towards the hallway. “uh, Chica?” Mike calls. the Animatronic turns to stare at him. “hi, I’m Mike. I’m here help.” Mike says.

”maybe introducing yourself can wait until later?”

“how s’he supposed t’ get them t’ trust ‘im if he don’ tell’em who he is?”

Mike tunes out their arguing when the Animatronic turns the rest of her body and not just her head.

“I.. I want to get you out of here, can you tell me your name?” Mike asks. “do you have something other than Chica I can call you?” Mike asks, when she narrows her eyes. he hears an almost electrical growl and steps back some, when she steps towards him. “he-hey, uh maybe lets keep some space between us until I decide you’re friendly.” Mike says, taking another step back. he glances to the side. the Freddy is staring at him.

”Mike?”

“are you okay?”

“yeah, just really hoping to get out of this without my bat, but Chica is growling and Freddy is staring.” Mike says, softly.

”don’t turn your back to her, or him for that matter, but you said there was a kids Cove, maybe go see if they have a version of Foxy. give her a few minutes.”

“they could see walking away as a challenge.”

“thats okay, we’re here.”

“the lass is right. Mike should find out if there's a third Animatronic t’ worry ‘bout. he don’ want t’ be thinkin’ he got them all an another come out o’ no where. should anythin’ go wrong, we’re here.”

“if I can get away from her. he doesn’t seem like he’ll come after me for the moment.” Mike says, backing away from Chica carefully. she stares him down, but doesn’t follow. “okay. shit that was… scary.” Mike mutters, clutching the bat tightly.

Mike creeps his way through the restaurant, vigilant for others.

”anything?”

Freddy's voice asks, almost worriedly.

“um, just some really shitty kids toys.” Mike says. “and some sort of take apart put together thing over here in the… corner. oh God.” Mike mutters, covering his mouth.

”Mike?”

“Mike, whats happenin’?”

“did you find their Foxy?”

“I think so. the take apart thing they have… its their Foxy.” Mike murmurs, walking over. he kneels down gently. “hello? can you hear me?” Mike asks, reaching out for her. the mess of parts snaps at his hand, making Mike yelp and scramble back. “shit. just as fast as Foxy.” Mike mutters.

”be careful!”

“don’t shout at him Foxy, he’s being as careful as he can.”

Mike lets out a shaky breath.

“hi, sorry. I shouldn’t have reached for you like that, huh? you’re scared, probably in a lot of pain. I shouldn’t have reached for you, sorry, I thought… I hoped you were offline.” Mike says softly. the mess growls at him, snapping. “the Freddy head does nothing, this Foxy can see right through it.” Mike says, taking the helmet off.

”Mike if he’s dangerous, back up.”

“just hush Bonnie.” Mike huffs. he reaches out slowly, like the Animatronic in front of him is a scared animal he’s encountered in the wild. “hi, I’m Mike. I know you probably can’t hear me all that well, and you’re probably upset, but,” Mike starts. he swallows a little, watching the mess of parts. “I uh, I’m here to help you. I want to get you out of here. away from this.” Mike says, motioning around them. “I can get you out, if you’ll let me… get you a new body, they can’t tear apart or take away from you. I’m getting the others out too.” Mike says. the mess growls at him and Mike shakes his head. “n-no, no no. I don’t want to hurt you. this won’t hurt. you’ll go too sleep and wake up in another body. its okay. I promise. I won’t hurt you.” Mike soothes.

”is everything okay?”

Freddy asks.

“he’s scared.” Mike says. the mess in front of him huffs, growling lowly. “oh, sorry, she..” Mike corrects. “I can get you out of here, but I have to hurry. are you coming with me?” Mike asks. she stares at him a moment, before dropping her head and watching Mike. “okay, you’re gonna go to sleep, but you’re gonna be okay.” Mike assures, patting her head. he’s quick to pop her chip out before she can change her mind. “got it.” Mike says, standing up. he puts the chip in with the other one, grateful his case has more spaces in it.

”two down and two to go.”

“at least. I still haven’t checked around to see if there’s more.” Mike says, putting the Freddy head on. he stands up and wipes his hands on his pants. “these people, this company, is disgusting.” Mike snaps. he carefully tucks the container back into his pocket and turns to leave the Cove. “leaving her as some sort of toy for kids to take apart and put together day after day.” Mike mutters.

”wasn’t there a music box you were supposed to wind for some sort of other animatronic?”

“its pulled up on the computer with something heavy laying on the key board.” Mike assures.

”what about that Animatonic?”

“I guess I forgot. they’re supposed to be in the prize corner. while I’m figuring out how to get the Chica and the Freddy, I’ll check it out.” Mike says. heading for the prize corner. he heads there quickly, looking around. “I have no idea what I’m looking for.” Mike says.

”did the phone call not tell you last time?”

“I don’t remember. I was busy trying not to die Freddy.” Mike scoffs.

”the camera. what's the camera show?”

“what are you talking about Foxy?”

“if the music box keeps one o’ them quiet, makes since it would be near’em.”

“Foxy’s right. if there is only one Animatronic that it controls, for the safety of a night guard, it would be pointed right at the Animatronic. Mike what does the camera point at?”

“uh, this, purple box thing over here in the corner, I can hear the music coming from it.” Mike says, hesitantly walking over to it. “there’s some sort of pad lock on the box.” Mike says, crouching down.

“I wouldn't.” a voice calls from behind him. Mike jumps, whipping around with his bat clutched tightly. Chica is standing behind him.

“Chica? hi, uh, you…” Mike trails.

“I wouldn’t mess with the Marionette.” Chica warns.

“I don’t want to mess with anyone. I want to get you all out of here.” Mike says.

“not the Marionette.” Chica says. Mike looks confused. “I found Bon, what did you do to him?” she demands. Mike swallows slightly.

“I’m getting him out of here. I’m leaving his body here, I can’t take it, but I’m taking him. I’m taking Foxy too.” Mike says. Chica narrows her eyes.

“she preferred the name Reign.” Chica snaps. Mike nods a little.

“okay, sorry. I’m getting her out too, she couldn’t tell me that… she was in a lot of pain.” Mike says softly. the Animatronic looks away.

“we all are. these… kids… these spirits… they’re angry and the Marionette holds the angriest one.” Chica growls.

“I want to get you all out, can you… can you tell me what you would rather be called? other than Chica?” Mike asks. she growls.

“my name is…” Chica starts. she trails, looking confused. “m-my… my name is… I don’t know.” Chia says looking at him.

“thats okay, do you have something I can call you for now?” Mike asks. Chica tilts her head.

“they call me Chi, but that's not my name. I don’t remember…. Reign, I don’t know where her name came from.” Chi says. Mike nods a little.

“okay Chi, can I get you out of here? with the others?” Mike asks.

“why?” Chi asks.

“I want to get you out, get you new bodies.” Mike explains. “I take your chip out of the back of your head. you’ll be temporarily deactivated. the pizzeria won’t even notice you’re not sentient anymore.” Mike says.

“where would we go?” Chi asks.

“anywhere you want. just let me get you out of here.” Mike says. Chi nods and sits down. “thank you.” Mike murmurs, walking over quickly.

“I suppose, If you’re not lying, I’ll thank you when I wake up again.” Chi says. Mike nods and gently takes the chip. she slumps over and Mike nods.

“three down.” Mike says. “just need Fred’s and the Marionette thing.” Mike says. he flexes his fingers on his bat. “and with the warning Chi just gave me… I’m not sure who is safer to go after first.” Mike murmurs.

”Fred first. she sounded scared of the Marionette. take down anyone that thing can use to come after you.”

“and be careful. the first three went willingly, Fred might not.”

“okay.” Mike says. he turns to head for the stage, but pauses. Fred is right behind him. dangerously close. “so glad you all decided to confront me here.” Mike says, hesitantly. Fred grabs him growl. Mike yelps and swings his bat immediately, hitting the bear in the head. it lets go and stumbles back, holding its head. “sorry!” Mike shouts, running off.

”Mike?”

“Mike are you okay?

“what wa that crashin’ sound?”

“uh I turned away from Chi and Fred was standing behind me. he grabbed me so I hit him. now he’s angry.” Mike says. he pants slightly as he comes to a stop, looking around. “man he’s just after me.” Mike mutters.

”get the high ground. Fred won’t go easy.”

“no if he tries to run the same simulation with Fred as he did with Freddy, while he’s this angry, Mike could get hurt.”

“we practiced him getting the higher ground and jumping on his shoulders.”

“we didn’ think he’d be this angry. ye weren’ a buckin’ branco, ye were complicit.”

“he’s weak in the knee’s, like you said before. hit him with the bat and take the chip. do you want help?”

“we can come help ye. ye got three, if ye need help gettin’ the last two, we’re here.”

“I don’t know.” Mike hisses. he tosses the Freddy head aside. and runs into the bathroom. he runs into a stall and climbs onto one of the toilets quickly. “he chased me into the bathroom.” Mike hisses softly.

”Mike.”

Mike tenses slightly, hearing footsteps nearby.

“okay I give, I need help. I can’t do this alone.” Mike murmurs.

”we’re comin’!”

the phone call ends abruptly and Mike keeps as still as possible. he’s not sure how long he waits, but he decides that after everything he’s done, he’ll let the others handle Fred. he tenses when he hears footsteps outside his stall, bringing his bat up over his head. the door slowly swings over and Mike yells, jumping at the door.

“not today fucker!” Mike shouts.

“Mike its me!” Bonnie yelps. MIke slams into him, barely managing not to hit him with the bat, the both sprawl to the floor.

“Bonnie?” Mike asks, confused. Bonnie winces slightly, sitting up, pushing Mike off him.

“sorry I scared you.” Bonnie says.

“where are the others?” Mike asks.

“trying to figure out how to get the puppets chip out.” Bonnie says, getting up. he pulls Mike up, before holding out his other hand. “here. don’t worry about Foxy. he’s fine by the way.” Bonnie adds, handing Mike Freds chip. Mike puts it away and pauses.

“what happened to Foxy?” Mike frowns.

“nothing. he’s fine. I just thought you might wonder why it was me and not Foxy, but I figured you’d swing your bat and feel way guiltier hitting Foxy than me.” Bonnie shrugs.

“I’d feel guilty either way.” Mike frowns. Bonnie chuckles.

“yeah, but Foxy is your boyfriend. he’s sweet to you and would feel like he did something wrong if you hit him, even by accident. I can take hit. won’t hurt my feelings.” Bonnie snorts. Mike glances at him.

“Foxy isn’t that sensitive.” Mike huffs. “sure he’d be upset, but he wouldn’t think he did anything wrong. leave him alone.” Mike adds, glaring. he pauses as he comes across the others. they’re standing over the body of a puppet looking thing, “holy shit.” Mike mutters. Foxy turns around quickly and runs over to Mike. Bonnie steps away, though he sees Mike tense up. Foxy grabs Mike, looking him over, before yanking him to his chest. “m’okay Foxy.” Mike says.

“jus’ checkin’.” Foxy murmurs.

“did you get the chip from the Marionette?” Mike asks. Foxy holds it up, offering it to Mike.

“yeah. right here.” Foxy murmurs. Mike takes it carefully.

“lets get the fuck out of here.” Mike says, placing it in his pocket. Foxy takes his hand gently, intertwining their fingers.

“s’late. we’ll get those t’ Garcia in the mornin’.” Foxy says. Mike pulls the case from his pocket with his free hand.

“I’m just glad I didn’t have to bring her five more Animatronics. she almost flipped the first time.” Mike says. Foxy squeezes his hand gently as they walk out to the car.

its silent for a moment as they sit in the car. Mike heaves a sigh and glances in the rear view mirror.

“hey, thanks guys.” Mike murmurs. Freddy shoots him a half smiles.

“you’re family Mike. can’t let anything happen to you.” Freddy assures. Mike chuckles.

“yeah uh, speaking of, sorry about almost hitting you with a bat Bonnie.” Mike says. Bonnie waves it off.

“not worried about it. I’m just glad you were ready to protect yourself.” Bonnie says. Mike smiles at him a little and drives them home.

Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica head straight for their rooms. Foxy watches Mike. the man is standing in the living room, staring at the door way to their room.

“ye alright lovely?” Foxy asks, walking over to him. Mike nods.

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.” Mike mutters. he immediately tosses his shirt aside, gently setting the case from his pocket on one of the end tables beside the cough, before flopping onto the couch.

“yer jus’ gonna sleep in yer jeans?” Foxy asks. Mike grunts. Foxy snorts and heads into their room, grabbing a spare blanket from their closet. he brings the blanket back and grabs his boyfriend, rolling him over carefully.

“can I help you?” Mike grumbles. Foxy snorts, unbuckling his belt and yanking the jeans off him, tossing them into the floor.

“if yer sleepin’ with me, yer not sleepin’ in jeans.” Foxy says. he strips himself down to his own boxers and lays on the couch, pulling the blanket over them.

“I didn’t invite you to sleep with me.” Mike mutters.

“I don’ need invitation. yer mine.” Foxy murmurs, kissing his neck gently. he holds Mike tightly. “now c’mon sleep.” Foxy adds. Mike curls up with him, yawning.

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“hey, hey, take it easy. its okay.” Mike soothes gently. the figure on the table jerks away from him. “no, its alright, just relax. its okay.” Mike assures. yellow eyes slowly blink open. “hey, remember me?” Mike asks. the figure blinks again, before tilting her head slightly. she pulls back some and Mike shakes his head. “n-no no no no. its alright. its okay. do you remember me?” Mike asks, softly. the figure blinks at him before inhaling shakily, despite the fact its not necessary.

“M… Mike?” she asks. Mike grins at her and nods quickly.

“hey Reign. nice to finally have a voice to go with your face.” Mike chuckles. Reign sits up slowly, looking around.

“wow. you made it just like I wanted.” Reign murmurs, glancing at Garcia. she grabs her throat, smiling. “no accent. no static.” Reign grins at him.

“I take great pride in making you guys look like you want, I mean, look at the others.” Garcia chuckles. Reign ignores her, staring at Mike.

“I’m… I’m put together! I’m in one piece!” Reign says. Garcia doesn’t take any offense to it.

“come on, you ready to stand up?” Mike asks. she shakes her head quickly.

“n-no. can I… have more time?” Regin asks. Mike nods.

“yeah. you’re good. Garcia wanted to wake you up first. take all the time you need while we wake the others.” Mike assures.

“we can wake Bon up next. I’m not sure how the others will react. Chi should be okay, but the other two were… not so okay while I was getting designs.” Garcia frowns. Mike nods, quickly heading over to where Bon is laying. “let there be life.” Garcia grins, typing on her computer. Bon groans immediately, shifting.

“Bon?” Mike asks. Bon blinks, looking over at him.

“Mike?” Bon asks.

“thats me.” Mike smiles. Bon blinks at him a moment, before breaking out in a grin. he shoots up from the bed, stumbling and nearly falling on his face.

“take it easy.” Freddy says, catching him. Bonnie is immediately on his other side.

“y-you did it!” Bon grins. he turns to look at Mike, blue hair flopping over his face. he doesn’t seem to mind. “you got me out! you promised! you did it! I’m out!!” Bon grins. Mike shoots him a smile.

“we sure did. wasn’t just me.” Mike murmurs. he motions to the two holding Bon up. “these are two of the others I helped.” Mike smiles. Bon looks at the two, bright green eyes confused.

“hey, I’m Bonnie. that's Freddy.” Bonnie smiles at him. Bon grins, looking around.

“this is so cool.” Bon grins. his eyes land on Foxy and Chica. “hi! I’m Bon!” Bon grins. Chica giggles softly, smiling at him.

“Chica.” Chica waves. Bon nods, looking at Foxy.

“m’names Foxy.” Foxy says.

“you all stuck with your original names?” Bon asks.

“for now. we’re all considering new names. we hadn’t thought about that until you guys.” Chica says. Bon smiles a little.

“ready to bring Chi online?” Garcia asks.

“Foxy, Chica, you mind helping with her?” Mike asks. Chica nods, jumping off the stool she’d been sitting on. Foxy pushes off the wall he was leaned on and heads over to the next table.

“sure, ain’ got nothin’ better t’ do.” Foxy murmurs, walking over. Mike smiles at him.

“and here we go again, wakey wakey.” Garcia murmurs, Chi jerks up immediately into a sitting position, with a gasp.

“easy, easy. its alright. its okay Chi. you’re okay.” Mike soothes. Chi looks down at herself. all she can see are the same grey sweats the others are wearing. her blue eyes float around the room, before she screams, jumping up. “h-hey!” Mike yelps, catching her quickly, she slams against him, laughing, and sending them both to the floor. Foxy is quick to grab Mike by the shoulder of his shirt, carefully keeping his head from hitting the floor.

“take it easy lass.” Foxy frowns.

“you did it! you really did it!” Chi squeals. Mike winces a little, but lets her hug him.

“yeah.” Mike grunts from his awkward position. Foxy carefully lowers him to the ground.

“okay Chi, come on, lets get off of Mike.” Chica laughs, helping her up off the man, she’s shaking, but she leans on Chica.

“sorry about that. I just… I thought…” Chi trails.

“no its alright.” Mike assures, sitting up. Foxy reaches a hand down and Mike takes it, gratefully, letting the man pull him up. Mike dusts off, smiling at Chi. ‘you got her Chica?” Mike asks. Chica nods, carefully supporting Chi. the other is hanging onto her like a life line, Chica supports her easily, nodding with a reassuring smile.

“I got her, you guys see about Fred.” Chica says. Mike nods, looks at Foxy.

“still ain’ got nothin’ better t’ do.” Foxy assures. Mike chuckles, walking over to Fred.

“and I bid you, awake.” Garcia grins, waking him up. Fred gasps softly, opening his eyes. his eyes land on Mike.

“hi, I haven’t really met you. I’m Mike.” Mike says. Freddy blinks at him, confused. “right, last time you saw me, you were dragging me out of a vent and I was kicking you in the face.” Mike smiles.

“where are we?” Fred asks, sitting up slowly.

“my workspace.” Garcia grins. Fred glances at her then the others.

“who are all of you?” Fred frowns.

“c’mon Fred! you recognize us!” Bon grins, leaning against Bonnie. Freddy steps away, ready to help with Fred now that Bon seems stable. Fred looks confused, eye brows furrowing.

“Bon?” Fred asks.

“in the gears!” Bon grins. Fred blinks, before glancing at Mike.

“wow.” Fred mutters. Mike raises an eye brow.

“uh, hi. again.” Mike says.

“you… have really pretty eyes.” Fred says. Mike raises an eye brow, looking amused.

“uh, thanks. Garcia spent a lot of time on them to make them the right color.” Mike shrugs. Foxy narrows his eyes. Freddy glances at Foxy, then to Chica and Bonnie.

“now ye wait jus’ a second-” Foxy starts.

“lets help you up off the bed.” Freddy says, quickly, walking over. Mike looks almost confused, but moves letting Freddy help the man up.

“woah.” Fred says, looking around.

“can… can I stand too?” Reign asks., hesitantly. Mike glances over.

“yes! of course, sorry Reign.” Mike says, walking over to her quickly. Foxy narrows his eyes at Fred, before heading over to help Mike.

“c’mon lass, yer alright. take it easy.” Foxy assures, helping her up. Mike watches carefully, reaching out and helping Foxy hold her up when her legs give out from underneath her. “jus’ take it easy, we’ll support yer weight. don’ worry, jus’ focus on standin’.” Foxy assures gently. Reign’s knees knock together slightly.

“hey, its okay. take it easy.” Mike soothes gently.

“s-sorry.” Reign says softly.

“s’okay lass. don’ worry. I couldn’ stand neither. Freddy and Bonnie helped haul me around fer two days.” Foxy assures.

“what the plan? they’re not all going to fit in the car.” Bonnie frowns.

“I’ve got that handled. I rented a van. I’ll follow you to Mikes house.” Garcia assures. Mike nods.

“not that it will be a problem, but Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica will share a room for the night. Bon and Fred, you two will bunk together and Chi, you and Reign will bunk on my couch. okay?” Mike asks. they stare at him. “any arguments?” Mike asks. the new four look around.

“no. I think we’re all okay.” Bon says. Mike nods.

“good. everyone think they’re ready go?” Mike asks. he gets a couple nods and motions for them to follow him. Bon is mostly able to walk on his own, but Bonnie continues to support him. the others lean on their crutches and Mike ends up helping Foxy with Reign.

“I’m riding with these guys.” Bonnie says.

“thats not a problem, right Garcia?” Mike asks.

“no problem at all.” Garcia assures. Bonnie wants to be there in case one of them turns dangerous, like the Marionette had when Garcia had tried to turn it on in the sample body. Mike doesn’t see the point in arguing.

“do you have enough room for me too?” Chica asks. Garcia looks over.

“I have enough room for everyone. Mike included.” Garcia assures.

“good, me too.” Chica says. Bonnie would stand a better chance with help. Garcia glances at Freddy. his deep blue eyes narrow slightly at her, like hell he would leave Bonnie and Chica alone. Garcia nods at him, not even bothering to ask Foxy. the man had a wave of anger around him at the moment and she didn’t want to make it worse.

the load the four up easily. Chica sits up front with Garcia, despite protests, while Bonnie and Freddy climb in the back as well. Mike and Foxy load up in Mikes car, leading the way.

Mike glances at Foxy, before frowning as he turns back to the road.

“you’re sulking.” Mike says.

“am not.” Foxy huffs. Mike glances at him again, reaching for his hand.

“you okay?” Mike asks. Foxy takes his hand gently.

“m’fine. jus’ don’ loike leavin’ the others, leavin’ Garcia, with those guys.” Foxy frowns.

“they’ll be alright. should anything happen, they all have their phones. we’re right in front of them, we’ll see should she swerve. its okay.” Mike assures.

“the puppet… it was… aggressive.” Foxy frowns. Mike chuckles softly.

“so were you. so was Bonnie, and Freddy. Chica wasn’t so bad.” Mike chuckles. Foxy glares at him. “look, they deserve a second chance too.” Mike assures. Foxy nods slightly. “on, uh, Garcia said she gave you guys updates, what's up?” Mike asks. Foxy glances at him.

“she ain’ tell ye?” Foxy asks. Mike shakes his head.
“incognito mode.” Foxy says.

“hmm?” Mike asks. Foxy frowns, activating the new program. plates on the top of his head shift and his ears vanish, before two human ears appear on the sides of his head. he turns to look at Mike.

“incognito.” Foxy says.

“a more human looking body.” Mike murmurs. he nods a little before a confused look comes over his face as he turns back to the road again. “uh, but…” Mike trails.

“yeah?” Foxy asks.

“the others, I can understand, but like, where does your tail go?” Mike asks. Foxy blinks slightly, frowning.

“uh… I think the plating goes int’ me legs? maybe? m’not sure. I ain’ ask.” Foxy says. Mike nods, smiling slightly.

“which way do you like better?” Mike asks. Foxy frowns a moment, before pulling down the sun visor. he stares into the little mirror, deactivating and reactivating the program carefully., before turning to Mike.

“this way.” Foxy murmurs. “when I look more human, loike ye.” Foxy adds. Mike smiles at him, but the smile falls off Foxys own face. he looks hesitant. “which one do ye loike best…?” Foxy asks. Mike shakes his head.

“its not about what I like Foxy.” Mike assures.

“buts it does.” Foxy says. “t’ me at least.” Foxy murmurs softly, squeezing his hand gently. Mike shakes his head.

“no, Foxy. it doesn’t. I loved you when you were an Animatronic and I was human. I love you with or without your features, okay?” Mike asks. “you’re my boyfriend and I don’t care if you looked like a fox, have fox ears, or you’re just like this.” Mike murmurs softly. “I love you with or with out the ears. okay?” Mike asks. Foxy huffs, flushing and looking out the window. Mike smiles at him a little. “hey, okay?” Mike asks.

“that don’ help.” Foxy mumbles.

“yes it does. it means, you can be you. no matter what you look like, I’m here and I’m not leaving.” Mike assures. he pauses. “well, as long as you don’t look like Freddy.” Mike adds. Foxy laughs a little.

“but yer not answerin’ the question. how do ye prefer me t’ look?” Foxy asks. Mike shakes his head again.

“like you Foxy. whatever makes you happiest. I don’t care what you look like.” Mike assures shaking his head. he parks In front of the house and leans over, kissing his nose with a small smile. “you’re cute either way. I don’t mind which ears you pick.” Mike soothes. Foxy nods a little, watching him. “now come on. lets get these guys in the house and go curl up.” Mike says, stretching a little. “cause I’m tired.” Mike adds. Foxy chuckles softly, getting out of the car. Mike follows him out and smiles.

“wow, looking good Foxy.” Garcia grins. Foxy gives her a half smiles, shrugging one shoulder.

“I loike the new update.” Foxy murmurs, looking away.

“it looks great on you.” Garcia assures. Foxy smiles again. they walk around to open the back of the van.

“wow! Foxy! is that the new update? you look great!” Chica giggles. Foxy flushes slightly, shooting her a small smile.

“come on, lets get ye lot into the house.” Foxy murmurs. they unload the group and head into the house, making sure they each get into the house carefully. by the time they get in the house, Mike has the pull out bed set up in the living room. he looks at the new four hesitantly.

“its a little cramped, but it’ll work for now.” Mike assures them. “uh you three know which you is yours, get those two settled. Chi, Reign, you’re gonna sleep here.” Mike says. the four nod and immediately get to work, helping to set the new four up.

“wow, its so soft.” Chi says when Chica helps her sit on the bed. Mike nods.

“I just bought it. with you guys in mind.” Mike says. Foxy helps Reign to the other side, she’s gripping Foxy in a way that would leave marks if he were human, but doesn’t seem to bother the Pirate.

“easy, easy. yeah I know legs are hard.” Foxy assures. Reign looks at him hesitantly. “I wasn; quite as broken down as ye were, but.. me body ain’ work right either. ye’ll be right in a couple o’ days.” Foxy assures. Reign nods a little and lets go of Foxy. he steps away after a moment, making sure she’s okay. Mike smiles a little.

“I’m heading to bed.” Chica says, heading down the hallway. Mike looks at the women on his couch.

“we’re going to be in this room here. alright? if you guys need anything, don’t be afraid to bother us, I mean, not bother, you’re not bothering us.” Mike says quickly. “I just mean. not bothering I’m sorry.” Mike tries.

“well be in here. if’n ye need us, don’ be afraid t’ come find us.” Foxy says.

“yeah that.” Mike mutters, heading for the bedroom. Foxy snorts and follows after him, shutting their door behind him. Mike flops on to the bed, kicking his shoes and his pants off.

“ye alright?” Foxy chuckles, walking over.

“just… dreading waking up that… marionette. thing. it was so violent and upset…. Garcia couldn’t even get it to design its body, tell her a gender, anything. it just screamed.” Mike murmurs. Foxy frowns a little.

“it probably saw somethin’... we saw those kids gettin’ murdered an couldn’ do nothin’ ‘bout it….” Foxy trails. Mike nods slightly. he rolls over on the bed and reaches out.

“come here.” Mike mutters. Foxy snorts and walks over to him, kicking his own shoes off. he lays over the other man, who sighs quietly, wrapping his arms around him. “see, now I can fall asleep.” Mike mumbles.

“yer weird.” Foxy mutters. “what bein’ crushed makes ye sleepy?” Foxy teases.

“only when its by you and you’re not crushing me.” Mike scoffs, rolling his eyes. he wraps his arms tightly around Mike, nuzzling his face into mans neck. “you’re loving on me.” Mike murmurs, kissing his neck. he throws a leg over Foxys. “and you’re not stopping.” Mike huffs. Foxy chuckles softly.

“how ‘bout ye let me strip down so m’not layin’ in me jeans?” Foxy asks. Mike huffs, letting go.

“fine.” Mike grumbles. Foxy laughs and gets up. he tosses his jeans aside and his shirt follows after, before he lays back down over the other man.

“see? I came back.” Foxy murmurs. Mike scoffs, wrapping his arms around him again.

“good.” Mike says. Foxy chuckles, kissing his cheek.

“ye were jus’ complainin’ ‘bout being tired.” Foxy murmurs.

“I am tired. I’m just making sure you’re not going anywhere.” Mike huffs, dropping his head back into the pillow. Foxy rolls his eyes and shifts to drop his head on Mikes chest.

“m’not goin’ no where. ‘cept t’ sleep.” Foxy murmurs. he lifts his head up and kisses Mikes jaw. Mike grunts softly, closing his eyes. “lovely, yer really gonna sleep loike this?” Foxy asks.

“mmhmm.” Mike murmurs, sighing happily. Foxy rolls his eyes again, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over them. he drops his head back down.

“alright. alright. ye want me t’ crunch ye. m’not gonna argue. not loike I can hurt ye.” Foxy murmurs.

“been a long couple of weeks. just need a little extra lovin’.” Mike murmurs softly. Foxy chuckles softly, letting his own eyes fall closed.

“m’okay with that, m;gonna remind ye of this every time ye tease me fer the same.” Foxy murmurs. Mike chuckles softly.

“I don’t care.” Mike murmurs. “now shut up, go to sleep.” Mike murmurs. Foxy settles doesn't and lets them both settle into sleep.

Mike shifts, mumbling, Foxy squirms beside him.

“what are you doing?” Mike mumbles.

“somethin’ fell.” Foxy mutters, sitting up. Mike rolls over to blink at him.

“what?” Mike asks.

“somethin’ er someone, jus’ fell.” Foxy mutters. Mike sits up and throws the blanket off his legs.

“hang on.” Mike mutters. he gets up stretching, despite the fact he doesn’t need too, before walking over to Foxy. “I’m coming with.” Mike adds. Foxy nods and opens their bedroom door.

“I-I’m so sorry.” a soft voice calls. Mike steps around Foxy.

“Reign?” Mike asks.

“I-I just wanted to walk around a little.” Regin says softly. Mike shakes his head, walking over to her.

“its okay. accidents happen.” Mike assures. Foxy kneels beside her gently.

“s’okay. c’mon Reign.” Foxy murmurs. Mike and Foxy help her up gently.

“I didn’t mean to wake you guys up.” Reign says softly.

“its okay. are you hurt or anything?” Mike asks, helping Foxy sit her on the bed.

“no I’m okay.” Reign assures.

“good.” Mike murmurs, stepping back.

“I just… I wants to walk around a little.” Reign says softly, glancing at the window. Foxy follows her glance.

“okay.” he mutters. he grabs her arm carefully, hauling her up. Reign, confused, grabs onto him to keep herself stable.

“wh-what are you doing?” Reign asks.

“ye wan’ t’ see outside, we’re goin’.” Foxy says. Mike nods and walks over to the back porch door, opening it. Foxy carefully leads her outside

“I like to sit on the back porch sometimes. gives you a good view of the sky.” Mike murmurs. Reign lets Foxy lead her outside onto the porch. she pauses looking down at her toes.

“wood feels different. ye get used t’ it. took me a week t’ get used t’ the rug Mike has.” Foxy assures. Reign nods.

“you never told me that bothered you, I would’ve moved it.” Mike says. he watches Foxy lean Reign onto the porch railing and step back with a small smile. Foxy shakes his head.

“I didn’ say it bothered me, I said it was different.” Foxy assures. “loike the wood out here feels different from the rest of the floor, cause s’real.” Foxy adds. he wiggles his own toes, looking at Reign. she’s watching his feet, but copies his motion. she smiles at him a little.

“it does feel weird, but everything does.” Reign murmurs. she looks up at the sky. “they called me the Mangle, because I was just a mangle of parts to them. I didn’t really spend a lot of time feeling things… other than pain.” Reign murmurs.

“if there’s anyone who understands that, its Foxy.” Mike assures. Reign glances at him, then to Foxy.

“I fell, bit a kid. they left me t’ rot on a 8x10 stage fer years. me body broke down. couldn’ see, couldn' really hear, could barely move. fallin’ apart. ye know? nothin’ loike what ye faced.” Foxy assures.

“you… you fell on a kid?” Reign asks. “w-what happened?” she asks. Foxy looks away a moment.

“he was standin’ in front o’ the stage. I leaned down, there was no stay off the stage tape ‘round the floor so kids could climb on me stage. while I was leaned down, a kid climbed on the back of the stage. he slipped, bumped me. I feel off the stage and landed on the boy. I was… tryin’ t’ apologize, get up. not hurt ‘im anymore than I’d already done…. the spirits… those kids were so angry. one took over an I bit ‘im in the head. destroyed part o’ his brain.” Foxy explains. he shakes his head. “I hurt ‘im bad.” Foxy says. Reign looks away a moment, then looks back.

“and the kid?” Reign asks. “did he…?” Reign asks, hesitantly.

“I turned out just fine.” Mike assures. Reign looks surprised, turning to look at him. “I was in and out of the hospital for years but I was fine…” Mike trails.

“until a couple o’ months ago.” Foxy frowns.

“what do you mean?” Reign asks.

“I was basically a ghost, haunting my body. it started breaking down after a while. I lost control of a lot of stuff… Garcia managed to get me into this body before I died, but barely.” Mike says. “and I never blamed Foxy for it. when I was a kid, I couldn’t understand why he did it, but as an adult I know it wasn’t him.” Mike assures, walking over to Foxy. the taller wraps his arms around him, leaning his head down onto Mikes shoulder gently. he glances at Reign.

“he turned out fine in the end.” Foxy assures. Reign smiles a little.

“you guys are cute together.” Reign chuckles, looking up at the sky. the smile falls off her face.

“can ask you a question?” Mike asks. Reign looks over.

“sure, but I may not have an answer, I don’t have a lot of memories.” Reign warns.

“your name, where’d you pick it from?” Mike asks. Reign stares up at the sky.

“a little girl.” Reign murmurs. “Rose, I think was her name. she told me once, I had stormy eyes. full of pain. she called me Rain or Rainy. I liked it. I kept it.” Reign smiles. Mike smiles. she glances at him. “why do you ask?” Reign asks.

“you have a real name. the others use shortened version of their names, but you have one all your own. I just wanted to know where it came from.” Mike murmurs. Reign nods a little, looking back up at the sky.

“thank you. not for just, bringing me outside… but for saving us.” Reign murmurs.

“we’re not done there just yet, still a couple of kids trapped there that need to be out, but, I bet they wouldn’t be too happy to see me after taking their friends, so, we’re gonna go back later and try to set them free.” Mike murmurs. Reign shifts, turning her body to look at them.

“how did you get those kids out of the other place?” Reign asks.

“long story. there bodies were… originally in the Animatronics, but when that started causing problems, they were buried under the stages. their spirits were trapped. the owner came after me and tried to kill me for finding out the truth he killed those kids, took an axe to me. Foxy and the others got in the way. when Freddy tackled him, his axe broke through the stage. there was a… well, the remains of a body. a little girl. after that, the spirits raged at him. first the little girl.. but I took the ask and started breaking apart the stage. then I figured if there were bodies under that stage, there had to be some under Foxys. they got angrier and angrier as we found more bodies, but then they surrounded me. it was weird. they just kind of stared at me… they looked so angry and scared. all of them…. but then one of the spirits actually started looking like a kid. the others followed suit and suddenly the didn’t look angry or scared. they were smiling, crying. they just faded away. all but one.” Mike says. he feels Foxy shifts little, tightening his hold.

“one stayed?” Reign asks.

“for a moment. he smiled. he had a little top hat on. there was this shape of an old Freddy plush in his arms. he grinned, he looked excited.” Mike murmurs. he tilts his head a little. “he thanked me. said they were free, that he was sorry he and his friends tried to hurt me, that they could see now I was trying to help them. he turned around and laughed, said he had to go, that there was a party waiting for them and that he had to go. then he was gone too. then they were gone.” Mike explains.

“the whole place felt lighter when they were gone. it wasn’ a nightmare anymore, they were free an so were we.” Foxy murmurs. Reign nods a little, smiling.

“I don’t know anything about the spirits where I’m from. they only stuck with the others, like I was too broken to use. I probably was. they couldn’t move me like they could the others.” Reign murmurs. she looks up at the sky again. “okay, I think I’m ready to go back inside… if you guys don’t mind helping me.” Reign says softly. Foxy nods, separating from Mike.

“no problem.” Foxy assures, walking over to help her back inside. Mike shuts the door and follows after them. Foxy unloads Reign onto the couch carefully, then heads for the bedroom. Mike isn’t far behind. Mike lays on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “ye okay?” Foxy asks. Mike nods slightly. Foxy lays beside him, confused.

“yeah, I just don’t think about those kids as often as I should. she wore a little yellow dress and she cried, clinging to the little boy in a purple striped shirt. he had on ears like Bonnie’s, made out of paper. there was a little boy with a little Pirate hook on his hand, he looked so scared, but he managed a half smiles before he vanished. those kids don’t deserve to be forgotten Foxy.” Mike murmurs.

“that they don’.” Foxy murmurs.

“I’m gonna set up a memorial wall. every kid we find, every little body that gets buried, every little spirit set free, goes on that wall.” Mike murmurs.

“I think ye should go on that wall.” Foxy says. Mike looks over at him confused.

“me? I didn’t get murmured there.” Mike says.

“yeah ye did. sure they brought ye back, but… ye were dead when ye were pulled out o’ the Cove.” Foxy says. Mike rolls over and hugs him tightly.

“okay. I think I have an old picture from back then. won’t be hard to find pictures of those kids.” Mike adds. Foxy nods and holds him tightly.

“we can work on that first thin’ in the mornin’. fer now, get some rest.” Foxy murmurs. Mike nods, curling back up with him.

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“and there we go.” Mike murmurs, stepping back. the others are standing behind him. the wall of pictures and name plate in front of him looks amazing. its not finished yet, he’s still trying to get names and pictures of the children from the other restaurant, but it does look good.

“Gabriel 11, Jeremy 9, Susie 8, Fritz 6, Cassidy 12, Charlotte 3.” Chica murmurs, softly. they refused to use the missing children pictures, instead reaching out to the families for the best pictures of the kids they could find.

“Fritz was a week away from being 7.” Freddy murmurs.

“and Charlotte was almost 4.” Bonnie frowns.

“lets not forget anyone.” Freddy adds, putting Mikes picture up. Mike had managed to find a picture of himself laying in a hospital bed after the accident.

“I still think it feels wrong to be on the wall.” Mike says, looking at the picture. his face is mostly wrapped up, but one of his eyes is peaking out through the bandages, staring at the camera. “also never understood why my mom insisted on taking that picture.” Mike grumbles.

“think anyone will recognize you?” Chica asks. Mike shrugs.

“maybe. maybe not. who knows?” Mike asks. he glances at the others. “but, I don’t care about being recognized. what I care about, is those kids never getting forgotten.” Mike says, turning back to look at the wall. “they spent too long going unnoticed to continue going forgotten.” Mike adds.

“I agree.” Foxy nods.

“I have decided on a name.” Freddy says. Mike turns around, eye brow raised. Freddy is staring at the wall of pictures with an almost sad look on his face. Mike studies him a moment, before nodding.

“if you want to honor one of the kids, you’re more than welcome to, but don’t feel like you have to.” Mike assures. Freddy shakes his head.

“I knew him, before he was murdered. he was probably my biggest fan. seems only fitting that in the end, I like his name.” Freddy says, arms crossed over his chest. Bonnie perks up.

“Gabriel.” Bonnie grins, looking at the picture. Mike nods a little.

“Gabriel. I think it fits.” Foxy shrugs a little.

“are you sure?” Mike asks. he nods. “alright, Gabriel it is.” Mike smiles.

“we don’t have to take names from the wall?” Chica asks.

“no. he just, found a name he liked. it doesn’t matter where your name comes from, it just matters, that you like it. you want it.” Mike assures. Chica nods. “and you don’t have a time limit on how long it takes to settle on a name. you can take as long as you want. its alright. it doesn’t have to be today, tomorrow, or even this year. you’ve all got time.” Mike explains. Chica nods a little.

“I think,” Chi starts. everyone glances at her. “I-I think picking a name calls for celebration.” Chi says. Mike smiles at her.

“we’ve got two hours before we open, so if you’d like to celebrate, go a head.” Mike murmurs. he turns to the newly names Gabriel. “and don’t be upset if it takes everyone a few days to get used to it. they’re not doing it on purpose.” Mike assures.

“I’ve been Freddy for years. it’s not gonna be an over night change.” Gabriel says.

“as long as you know what you’re getting into.” Mike assures. “so, Chi, Bon, Fred, Reign.” Mike says, turning to them. the four turn to look at him.

“yeah Mike?” Reign ask.

“I brought you guys here, so you could decide if you were willing to give this a chance, or if you guys didn’t want to be involved.” Mike says.

“what do you mean?” Fred asks.

“we could, do some remodeling, give you guys a place, if you wanted. add you to the shows. Reign, if you wanted to perform without kids hurting you, this would be the place. you don’t have to. this is not something you have to do.” Mike assures. “Chi, I had Garcia put the same program in you that Chica got, but it can be removed or adjusted. so that if you wanted to bake with her, you’re ready to, but you have to. Bon I noticed you had a guitar at the other place, so you got programmed to play guitar, but again only if you want to. Fred obviously you can sing, pretty good.” Mike explains.

“I can bake?” Chi grins. Mike nods. Chi turns to Chica. “please can we make a cake to celebrate his new name?” Chi asks. Chica laughs and nods.

“yeah! come on.” Chica smiles, leading her away.

“you keep saying we don’t have to do this.” Bon says. Mike nods.

“well, yeah. you’re sentient. I want to make sure you know this isn’t something you have to do. its an option. I mean, if you guys don’t want to be here we can have the programs removed. you guys can go out and pick a job, or do something you like. its not that big of a deal.” Mike shrugs. Bon stares at Mike, before throwing himself at the man to hug him. “h=hey!” Mike yelps. Foxy easily keeps them from falling over and hitting the ground.

“be careful.” Foxy warns. Bon steps back.

“we have a choice? like a real choice! for once in our lives! Fred this is amazing!” Bon squeals.

“Bon wait don’t!” Fred yelps, getting tackled to the floor. Mike laughs, shaking his head.

“so, we can stay if we want?” Reign asks. Mike nods at her. “what would we do?” Reign asks.

“we can set you up on a stage or let you play with kids.” Mike assures.

“we do need a birthday party hostess. ye’d be perfect.” Foxy says. Reign looks over. “yer happy an ye loike kids, but yer scared they’re gonna tear ye apart again.” Foxy frowns. MIke nods in agreement.

“it would be a perfect position for you, actually. plenty of kids to play with, but you wouldn’t be anywhere anyone could hurt you.” Mike says. “if you want the position that is.” Mike adds. Reign looks hesitant.

“I-I don’t know.” Reign murmurs. Mike nods.

“you don’t have to decide today. if you guys want to hang out, play with kids without people thinking your part of the crew yet, just hang out. have fun.” Mike assures. he looks at his watch, before pausing at the fire alarm. “oh come on guys. Chica! Chi! we have an hour and 45 minutes before we open!” Mike shouts, heading for the kitchen quickly. Foxy heaves a sigh.

“I better get the fire extinguisher again.” Foxy mutters, following after Mike.

“again?” Reign asks, watching Bon finally get up and wonder off. Gabriel helps Fred up, snorting.

“oh yeah, Chica set the kitchen on fire about a month ago. totally an accident, but it happens.” Bonnie laughs. they look up when Mike comes back out of the kitchen.

“uh, Mike?” Gabriel asks. Mike looks over at him annoyed. “your… your shirt.” he frowns.

“yeah. uh, Chi had an accident. she’s okay.” Mike frowns.

“no, he means, your shirt is on fire.” Bonnie says. Mike straightens and looks down, quickly patting at the smoke coming off his shirt.

“yeah. Foxy had to put me out. who puts a plastic cutting board in a kitchen? they melt, they catch fire.” Mike mutters.

“cutting board? I thought they were making a cake?” Bon asks. Mike shoots him a dirty glare and heads for his office.

“I’m running out of extra shirts.” Mike grumbles. Foxy follows him quickly, fire extinguisher in hand.

“would ye sit still! yer still smokin’!” Foxy shouts, chasing after him.

“Foxy if you spray me with that again I’ll-!” Mike starts. “Foxy! what did I just say?!” Mike shouted.

“yer shirk was still on fire!” Foxy argues. he follows Mike into the office, shutting the door behind them. Mike huffs and strips off his Fazbear management shirt, digging for another shirt in his drawer.

“I’m running out of these damn shirts.” Mike mutters.

“let me at least see yer side.” Foxy frowns.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. those shirts are just flammable.” Mike grumbles, turning to face him. he lifts his arm up so Foxy can see his side better. “relax. I don’t burn the same way I used to.” Mike assures. Foxy frowns at him and Mike shakes his head. “sorry.” Mike murmurs.

“fer once m’glad yer loike us.” Foxy murmurs softly, gentle fingers running over the slightly scortched metal.

“relax it only got hot enough to leave a few ashy marks. a little soap they’ll wash right off.” Mike assures. Foxy pulls him into a hug and holds him.

“ye were on fire when I walked in there.” Foxy murmurs, holding I'm tightly to his chest.

“Foxy, I’m fine.’ Mike assures. he sighs and wraps his arms around the taller. “I’m okay. I promise.” Mike murmurs, squeezing him gently.

“I forgot, fer a moment, ye were loike us.” Foxy admits.

“I’m okay.” Mike soothes. Foxy nods a little and lets him go, stepping back.

“I know. m’sorry.” Foxy sighs.

“don’t be. let me get cleaned up. can you clean up the kitchen. have Bonnie clean up the hall way.” Mike says. Foxy nods, leaning down to kiss him, before turning to leave. Mike chuckles and grabs him, pulling him back.

“Mike?” Foxy asks. Mike grabs him and pulls him down into a kiss. he holds it a moment,before letting go.

“I’m alright Foxy.” Mike assures, grabbing a shirt and heading out of the room.

a sharp whistle catches Mikes attention and he looks over.

“looking good Mike.” Bonnie teases.

“funny.” Mike huffs. “I’m borrowing your shower.” Mike says. “oh and Bonnie I need you to clean up the hallway. someone decided that a smoking shirt was me still on fire.” Mike huffs.

“sure thing. I’m on it.” Bonnie assures.

Mike grumbles to himself as he walks into the back. he pauses.

“oh hey.” Mike waves. Fred looks over.

“sorry, Fred- uh Gabriel said I could come back here and take a look. said if we wanted to stay, we could stay here, we’d just need our own beds.” Fred says. Mike nods.

“yeah, look, I’ll talk to you in a few minutes, I’ve got to get the burning smell off my body.” Mike mutters. he rushes past Fred and into the shower.

“wow!” Bon grins, bouncing into the room. “its cool back here.” Bon says, looking around.

Bons barely has 10 minutes to look around the room before Mike comes rushing out of the bathroom. he’d stripped down as quick as he could and showed the marks off his body.. he’s still shoving the ‘Welcome to Pirates Cove’ shirt into his pants as he rushes out.

“Mike?” Bon asks, concerned.

“I’m good.” Mike assures, buckling his belt as he rushes past them. Bon follows concerned.

“are you… okay?” Bon asks. Mike nods.

“yep. just gotta make sure the mess in the kitchen is cleaned up, Bonnie’s got the hallway but Foxy gets distracted, ‘specially if he’s worried about me.” Mike assures. he heads for the kitchen, but barely makes a step in when Foxy is shoved into him and he hits the floor. “ow!” Mike glares. Foxy turns quickly.

“now look what ye did! ye shoved me int’ Mike!” Foxy glares, turning to help Mike up. “sorry.” he mutters.

“you’re the clumsy idiot who just knocked over a whole cake! that was our only extra and it was for Gabriel!” Chica glares. Foxy huffs, stepping away from Mike to turn to Chica.

“I didn’ do it on purpose! it was an accident! I said I was sorry!” Foxy huffs.

“thats always your excuse! everything you do wrong is an accident! you’re an accident!” Chica argues.

“knock it off, right now.” Mike says firmly. both look at him. “someone tell me what happened.” Mike says. immediately Chica and Foxy point at each other ranting. “stop! one at a time. Chica.” Mike says.

“he knocked over the cake!” Chica growls.

“she left it on the edge! I bumped it while I was sweepin’!” Foxy argues.

“not everything is an accident!” Chica growls. Foxy turns to look at her.

“but it was an accident!” Foxy says. he looks at Mike. “I wouldn’ do it on purpose. s’an accident. I didn’ mean t’ hit the cake.” Foxy says. Mike sighs a little.

“okay. okay.” Mike murmurs. he looks at Chica. “okay you are going to apologize.” Mike says.

“for what?” Chica cries.

“for calling Foxy an idiot and an accident.” Mike says firmly. Chica glares at him before huffing. she turns to Foxy.

“fine. I’m sorry I called you an idiot and an accident.” Chica grumbles.

“good.” Mike says. he turns to Foxy.

“I already said sorry.” Foxy grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“well do it again.” Mike glares. Foxy huffs, turning to Chica.

“m’sorry I knocked yer cake over.” Foxy huffs.

“now knock it off. you two are acting like children.” Mike says.

“but he-” Chica tries.

“no.” Mike says firmly. “knock it off. it was a cake Chica and it was an accident. I get that we don’t have another cake, but I can put in an order for some more frozen cakes, I know you like to make them by hand because we do use a lot of cakes sometimes. we’ll order some more, okay? its not the end of the world. its one cake.” Mike adds.

“but he destroyed Gabriels cake. not only that, but this isn’t even the first ‘accident’ he had!” Chica glares.

“accidents happen.” Mike says firmly. “knocking over a cake isn’t the same as calling someone an accident.” Mike adds. Foxy looks away and Mike glances at him.

“she ain’ wrong. m’not what they ordered in the beginnin’.” Foxy mutters.

“okay, and? you weren’t an accident.” Mike assures gently. he turns back to Chica. “I don’t care what happens, I never want to hear words like that coming from any of you towards any of you ever again, understood? we don’t need the kids picking up language like that.” Mike warns. Chica nods slightly.

“understood.” Chica murmurs.

“okay.” Mike sighs. “we’ll figure it out, okay? what if we go back to the house when we close and celebrate there?” Mike asks.

“but what about Gabriel?” Chica ask.

“he’ll be alright. we’ll celebrate at the house, not here. that gives you enough time to make him a cake, right?” Mike asks. “and not a frozen cake, a real one. one that you made him.” Mike adds. Chica nods a little. “okay.” Mike says. he turns to Foxy. “go set up the Cove. you’re done here, okay? you cleaned up and I appreciate the help.” Mike murmurs. Foxy nods slightly, heading for the Cove. Mike sighs softly, watching him go. he turns back to Chica, a dirty look on his face. “if I ever hear you say something like that to him again, I will not be kind. just because you’re my friend, doesn’t mean anything. I will hurt you.” Mike assures,staring at her earnestly. Chica looks confused.

“what?” Chica asks, hesitantly.

“I’m serious. don’t hurt him. I don’t want to have to hurt you, but I’ve worked too hard with Foxy. he’s not an accident, he’s not broken. I’ve worked too long and hard.” Mike warns, walking off. he heads for his office. he swallows slightly and slams the door to his office. he heads over to his desk, glancing at his clock. 20 minutes until they open. he drops down into his chair, slamming his head against his desk, with a groan. its quiet for a moment, before someone clears their throat. Mike nearly jumps, he’d never even heard his door open.

“you okay?” Bonnie asks. Mike lifts his head slowly.

“no.” Mike mutters.

“I heard you threatened Chica.” Bonnie says. Mike jumps up from his chair, anger in his eyes.

“she talks to Foxy like that again and I’ll do more than threaten Bonnie.” Mike warns. Bonnie looks shocked.

“I think I missed something. Chica just, whined Foxy knocked over a cake, that you bitched at her for yelling at him.” Bonnie frowns.

“she called him an accident.” Mike snaps. Bonnie sighs softly.

“she didn't.” Bonnie groans lowly.

“she called him an accident and you didn’t see the look in his eyes. the look I’ve worked so hard to get rid of. it took me months for him to see he wasn’t broken, that he wasn’t an accident and he deserved everything you guys did if not more. he was finally believing it, she better not have fucked that up.” Mike warns. Bonnie watches him, before stepping back a little.

“take it easy.” Bonnie soothes. Mike heaves a sigh, looking away.

“I spent too long making him realize what he’s worth for her to destroy it. I don’t want to hurt her.” Mike says. he looks at Bonnie again. “but she hurts him again and I won’t hesitant.” Mike assures him.

“I know you won’t. you never hesitated to protect yourself when we were trying to kill you. you protected Foxy with your life when your boss hit him with that axe, he cut your arms and you didn’t care because he was threatening us, threatening Foxy. you, you almost died trying to protect Freddy from him. I know how strong you are. I know when something or someone is important to you, you turn into a beast.” Bonnie murmurs. he gives a small chuckle. “I mean, you took on all four of us at once and walked away, while we lay on the ground with our systems rebooting. I know you know how impressive that is. Mike, we’d been killing for years and you got away. we don’t know everything you can do, but we know some of what you can do. I know you’re not threatening, you’re warning. you love him and you don’t want Foxy hurt again. I get it. I know I didn’t have the whole story and I won’t unless I talk to Foxy, but it sounds like an accident. I’ll talk to her. why don't you go check on him?” Bonnie asks. Mike heaves a sigh again, glancing at Bonnie, a small smile on his face.

“Gabriel was too afraid to come talk to me?” Mike asks. Bonnie smirks.

“thought you’d knock him upside the head again with the bat.” Bonnie says. Mike flushes a little.

“he shouldn’t have been in my room! he scared me!” Mike huffs. “he was a shadow lurking in the dark, I thought he was an intruder, he’s lucky I only hurt him and didn’t kill him.” Mike grumbles.

“if he was human you probably would’ve killed him.” Bonnie chuckles. “go. make sure Foxy is okay. I’ll check on Chica.” Bonnie assures.

“tell her I’m sorry?” Mike asks. Bonnie shakes his head.

“she knows.” Bonnie assures. Mike nods and heads out of the office towards the Cove.

Mike lets out a slow exhale from his nose and walks into the Cove. he knows he’s allowed in there, but this is Foxys space, so he doesn’t want to come in loudly and upset the man, especially when he could already be upset.

“Foxy?” Mike calls. he looks around a little. “Foxy?” Mike calls a little louder.

“m’over here.” Foxy mutters. he can’t hide from Mike, the man knows him too well, that or he’d search until he found him. no point hiding. Mike walks over towards the boat and pauses, Foxys is sitting on an old crate, looking at a stack of drawings. without his ears out, Mike can’t tell exactly how he’s feeling at the moment.

“hey.” Mike murmurs. Foxy doesn’t look up from the drawings, but beckons him over. Mike walks closer, letting the other grab his arm and pull him down onto his lap, wrapping an arm around him. “you okay?” Mike asks.

“m’fine.” Foxy assures gently. Mike glances at him.

“yeah? hiding over here? by yourself? on a crate, looking at kids drawings?” Mike ask, wrapping his arms around Foxy’s neck gently. Foxy shrugs a little, looking down at the pictures.

“yeah, remindin’ meself.” Foxy murmurs.

“yeah? of what?” Mike asks.

“I can’ be so bad if those kids love me.” Foxy assures. Mike smiles at him. he nuzzles his face against Foxy’s neck, gently.

“yeah? and what about if I love you?” Mike asks. Foxy laughs, putting the drawings aside. he wraps his other arm around Mike.

“then I mus’ be doin’ somethin’ right.” Foxy murmurs. Mile laughs a little. “er y’know, maybe m’dead an I did somethin’ t’ deserve someone loike ye. don’ know what that would be.” Foxy says. Mike rolls his eyes.

“I just rolled my eyes so hard it hurt.” Mike snorts. Foxy laughs, squeezing him gently.

“m’okay Mike. I ain’ fragile.” Foxy assures.

“I know that.” Mike huffs, hugging Foxy’s head to his chest. “I just don’t want to think about you sitting in here, all by yourself. thinking about her words… wondering if she’s right, but she’s not.” Mike says softly. he kisses the top of Foxys head, hugging tighter. “you’re worth more than that.” Mike murmurs. Foxy holds slightly tighter.

“I know that lovely. ye tell me that all the time. what m’worth.” Foxy murmurs, turning his head a little to rest it against Mikes chest. he gives a small smile. “but again I say, I ain’ fragile. I was angry.” Foxy murmurs.

“angry?” Mike asks, pulling back a little to look at him. Foxy shoots him a half smile.

“well, yer words mean a lot, t’ me at least. what she was sayin’... meant ye was lyin’ t’ me an,” Foxy murmurs. he pulls Mike down to kiss him and smiles again. “and ye ain’ lied t’ me yet, so if ye say I ain’ broken, then I ain’. m’fine.” Foxy assures. Mike chuckles and holds him gently, leaning down to kiss his nose.

“sometimes you have a brain.” Mike murmurs. Foxy laughs softly.

“ain’ a smart Fox, but I know what love is, thanks t; ye.” Foxy assures. Mike smiles at him.

“okay good, as long as you’re okay. I need to make sure we’re set up to go. you ready?” Mike ask. Foxy nods.

“always.” Foxy assures, letting go of him. Mike gets up and smiles, pulling Foxy with him. Foxy goes easily, though Mike is just as strong as they are, Foxy doesn’t make him pull him up.

“so you’re good then?” Mike asks.

“m’fine Mikey. jus’ needed a little reminder.” Foxy murmurs. Mike smiles at him, pulling him down to kiss him. Foxy lets him, carefully cupping his face. they pull apart after a moment and Mike grins at him.

“hey, anytime you need a reminder, I’m here.” Mike assures. Foxy smiles at him.

“I know.” Foxy murmurs. he glances at the wall clock and sighs. “I should get dressed.” Foxy murmurs. Mike nods a little.

“I should check on Reign and the others, make sure they’re good and ready.” Mike sighs. Foxy nods.

“go.” Foxy murmurs, stepping back. he heads for his boat.

“you sure you’re okay?” Mike asks. Foxy nods.

“m’good. promise.” Foxy assures. Mike nods and heads out of the Cove. he’s glad Foxy is finally seeing his worth. he has a lovesick smile on his face as he steps into the main area.

“hey, Foxy okay?” Gabriel asks. Mike glances over, nodding.

“yeah, he’s okay. he’s ready to go.” Mike smiles. he raises an eye brow at the man. “not getting dressed for work today?” Mike asks.

“well, actually, I thought, its getting hot out and a Fazbear shirt and some jeans would do… is that alright?” Gabriel asks. Mike nods immediately.

“absolutely. yeah, it is getting hot out. you guys don’t have to wear those suits, as a matter of fact, its getting time to dry clean them again.” Mike says. he washes them, of course, every other day but he likes to get them dry cleaned occasionally. “do you mind if we celebrate at my house tonight?” Mike asks.

“celebrate?” Gabriel snorts. “I didn’t want a party or anything, just a name. I’m still Freddy on that stage, but off, I’m Gabriel.” Gabriel assures. Mike smiles at him.

“well, Chica wants to throw you a small party at the house.” Mike murmurs.

“thats alright. I’ll let her.” he murmurs.

“have you seen the others?” Mike asks.

“yeah Fred is looking over the stage, Bon and Bonnie are checking out the prize corner, Chi is still with Chica and Reign…” Gabriel trails. he turns to look behind him. the pink haired woman is sitting at a table, staring.

“I’ll check on her, make sure the others are out of the way before we open. they can watch today, participate with kids if they want.” Mike says.

“you got it.” Gabriel smiles, heading off. Mike walks over to Reign, watching her.

“hey, you alright?” Mike asks. Reign looks over.

“yeah… just nervous.” Reign murmurs. Mike nods.

“has anyone showed you the back? the gang has a big bedroom back there that they live in, good hiding place if you get overwhelmed… or Foxys boat, my office.” Mike offers. Reign nods.

“Bonnie was great. he showed a lot of places. said you wouldn’t mind if I hid in the office.” Reign murmurs.

“you gonna be alright?” Mike asks.

“what if… what if the kids don’t like me?” Reign asks. her arms, already wrapped around herself, tighten. “wh-what if they break me again?” she manages, looking over at Mike.

“they won’t. they’re gonna love you. no one has been hurt here since I took over. I won’t let it happen. I won’t let them hurt you, any of you. I won’t let anyone hurt you guys. you’re my friends, my family. I won’t let anyone hurt you. its going to be okay.” Mike assures. Reign glances at him, then looks away.

“I’m scared.” Reign says softly.

“they all were when I brought them back in. I know. being scared is normal, its okay.” Mike assures, gently. he crouches beside her, resting a hand on her back gently “hey, you don’t have to do this.” Mike assures. “come on.” Mike murmurs, getting up.

“huh? I-I don’t want to leave.” Regin says quickly.

“you’re not leaving, you’re just getting a different seat, okay?” Mike assures. Reign stands, looking confused.

“huh?” she asks. Mike smiles at her.

“Foxys boat has a window. you can see out, but not in. you can stay in his boat until you’re comfortable.” Mike assures. Reign nods slightly, following him.

they head into the Cove and Mike looks around.

“Foxy?” Mike calls. he looks around. “he’s probably still getting dressed, wait here.” Mike assures. he knocks on the boat door and pokes in, Foxy looks over, pulling his pants on.

“hey, ye alright?” Foxy asks.

“oh yeah, Reign just wanted to know if she could hide in your boat for a bit and check out the crowd.” Mike says. Foxy shrugs at him.

“yeah sure.” Foxy says, buckling his belt. I ain’ mind.” Foxy assures, reaching for his shirt.

“hey Reign!” Mike calls.

“now? yer callin’ her now? m’gettin’ dressed.” Foxy huffs, yanking his shirt on. Mike laughs as Reign steps into the boat.

“uh, sorry. I can come back..?” Reign offers.

“no, yer fine, I jus’ ain’ dressed.” Foxy grumbles, grabbing for his boots. his shirt, hastily thrown on an don't tucked in, slides down to cover his eyes. Mike chuckles.

“this is the side of Foxy the others don’t get to see, so enjoy it.” Mike snorts.

“I heard that.” Foxy huffs. he stands back up after his boots are on, straightening his shirt up, tucking it in. “an yer safe t’ hide here.” Foxy assures. he grabs his belt with his sword sheath. “the Cove is a safe place, an Mike made sure of that, not jus’ fer me, but fer kids. fer ye. if ye want t’ hide out here yer welcome t’.” Foxy adds, adjusting his belt some.

“you having some trouble there?” Mike asks.

“the weight of the sword is quickly wearin’ out the material. It keeps stretchin’.” Foxy mutters.

“hang on its just some leather.” Mike murmurs. he walks over and pops his pocket knife out. “just stay still. I don’t want to accidentally stab you.” Mike adds. Foxy nods quickly moving his hands out of the way. Mike punches a knew hole in the leather with his pocket knife, before putting it in his pocket. “I don’t want to cut it too close and leave it squeezing you, but at least this way you won’t have to worry about your belt falling off mid show.’ Mike snorts, buckling the belt. Foxy looks down.

“fits fine.” Foxy assures, grabbing his sword. he carefully sheaths it and frowns. “now its lopsided.” Foxy grunts, adjusting the belt. its slides back down with the weight of the sword though.

“well, it’ll do for today, I’ll order you a new one later, alright?” Mike asks. Foxy nods slightly.

“so… you’re the only pirate?” Reign asks. Mike nods.

“yup. though, everyone around here helps in his shows.” Mike assures, grabbing Foxys hat and putting it on his head. Foxy smirks at him and adjusts the hat, giving Mike an amused look.

“funny. I got an eye patch so I ain’ need that eye right?” Foxy snorts. Mike grins at him.

“well, that wasn’t my thinking, but it works.” Mike grins, grabbing his hook to hold it out or him.

“then what was yer thinkin’?” Foxy asks.

“that you’re too tall and I’m too prideful to stand on my tip toes to reach your head.” Mike smirks. Foxy laughs, reaching out to slide his hand into the hook. his fingers slip right into the grip, though its already slightly worn from use, but the grip fits better now than it did when he first got it.

“ye checked on the others?” Foxy asks.

“I’m working on it, just had to make sure Reign was comfortable and you were ready.” Mike assures. Foxy nods.

“I got Reign. yer good right?” Foxy asks, looking over at her. she nods, walking over to look out the window.

“yeah.” Reign murmurs. Foxy nods.

“ye can sit on the bed, I won’ bite.” Foxy assures. he pauses and glances over at Mike. Mike is looking at him with a barely concealed smirk. “don’. please don’.” Foxy groans.

“anymore.” Mike chuckles. Foxy heaves a sigh, shi shoulders falling.

“funny.” he mutters. Mike laughs a little.

“oh come on, you set me up for that.” Mike laughs, heading out of the boat. Reign turns her head to smile at Foxy.

“it was pretty good.” Reign murmurs. Foxy chuckles softly, heading out of the boat.

Mike hums to himself, walking out of the Cove.

“Bonnie, Gabe, Chica, you ready?” Mike calls.

“good to go.” Gabriel assures.

“ready set Mike!” Chica grins.

“all set boss.” Bonnie assures, adjusting his shirt. “Gabriel said we could wear casual clothing,” Bonnie says. Mike nods.

“always, of course, I told you guys that months ago.” Mike snorts. “I’m gonna get some designs made up for you guys so you can wear some personalized Freddy’s shirts that no one else will have.” Mike says.

“can you put Carl on the back of mine.” Chica asks. Mike glances over.

“cupcake right?” Mike asks. Chica nods slightly. “of course. any other special requests?” Mike asks. Bonnie nods immediately.

“this new guitar is great, I love it, you let me pick and design my own guitar… but can you put my old one on the back?” Bonnie asks. Mike nods.

“of course. Gabriel?” Mike asks. the man is silent a moment, adjusting his top hat.

“all of us. on the back. a tribute to what we used to be. I know most of the shirt already portray us as Animatronics still, but there’s only two shirts we have that have the four of us together on it like that. one of them is the shirt for the Cove, without faces on it around Foxys boat. the other is the shirt you wear with security on it and it only has our heads as well.” Gabriel explains. Mike nods a little.

“alright. yeah, I’ll get them in the works, any special colors?” Mike asks.

“pink!” Chica grins. Mike smiles at her.

“pink for Chica.” Mike says. he turns to the others.

“all the blue and brown, green was always my favorite color.” Gabriel murmurs.

“green for Gabe. Bonnie?” Mike asks. Bonnie looks around a moment, before shrugging.

“my favorite was always grey, but that doesn’t say happy like pink and green do.” Bonnie frowns.

“grey isn’t a color.” Gabriel says.

“its a shade.” Chica says.

“no, we aren’t starting this. if grey is your favorite color, I’ll make it grey. its not that big of a deal.” Mike assures.

“but… what about all the happy colors in here?” Bonnie asks.

“does grey make you happy?” Mike asks. Bonnie nods a little. “then its a happy colors.” Mike smiles at him. “I’ll get working on them for you guys.” Mike assures.

“does that mean we can wear Freddy shirts too?” Bon asks. Mike blinks, he’d almost forgotten about them, turning around. he flashes the three a smile.

“do you want to?” Mike asks.

“well… we think it would be better to wear Freddy shirts while we wonder around… so we don’t make any parents nervous.” Fred shrugs a little.

“of course. yeah. come on, we’ll get you all fitted up.” Mike assures. the three stare at him and Mike glances to the three on stage, they’re giving him a strange look too. “uh, okay, maybe not use those words. come on, we’ll get you guys dressed.” Mike says, hesitantly, stepping away. the three blink and follow after him. Mike leads them to the prize corner, not entirely feeling safe enough to take them to his office.

Mike comes back after a few minutes, the three following him.

“alright you three settle here, I’m gonna run this shirt over to Reign and I’ll be right back.” Mike assures.

“where is she?” Chi asks.

“she’s taking a backseat look at the pizzeria in the Cove, in the boat. she’s watching through the window so she doesn’t have to interact with kids, I’m just going to bring her a shirt in case she wants to walk around.” Mike says. he heads for the Cove. he’s only gone a few minutes, when he returns with his keys in hand. “glad I did that, keys were still in Foxys pocket, can’t unlock the door without these.” Mike snorts. he unlocks the doors and turns on the open sign. “play time everyone.” Mike chuckles.

Mike heaves a sigh, locking the doors.

“well, that was a long day.” he mutters. he looks around at the mess everywhere. “is everyone okay?” Mike asks.

“I don’t think anyone got hurt.” Bonnie frowns.

“it was just a small fire.” Chi frowns.

“yeah and we’re lucky no kids were hurt.” Bonnie frowns.

“okay, no blaming. lets just get everyone and head home, okay? the cleaning clue will fix everything.” Mike assures.

“I-I didn’t mean to knock over that cake. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” Bon says quickly.

“its okay, its okay Bon. I never thought about the table clothes not being fire retardant.” Mike assures. “I’m gonna grab Foxy and Reign, okay? we’re gonna head home.” Mike says.

“I’ll grab the cake.” Chica says, heading for the kitchen. Mike nods, heading for the Cove.

Reign is waiting outside the boat when he gets there.

“hey.” Reign murmurs.

“hey, he’s changing?” Mike asks. she nods.

“might want to check on him, he’s a little upset about his hat.” Reign frowns. Mike nods, heading past her. he knocks and pokes into the boat.

“hey.” Mike says. Foxy glances at him. “you alright? you didn’t get burned right?” Mike asks.

“no jus’ me hat.” Foxy assures.

“good, I’m glad it wasn’t you. I’ll get you a new hat. come on, we’re heading to the hosue to celebrate Gabriels new name.” Mike murmurs. Foxy nods and smiles at him slightly, pulling on his shirt.

“c’mon, we’ve got a friend t’ celebrate.” Foxy murmurs, throwing his arm around Mikes shoulders. Mike smiles, leading him out.

“that we do.” Mike murmurs.