Night 5
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Chica threw Mike into a wooden chair strongly fastened to the cement floor. He was too weak to fight back or even stand up. The seemingly endless walk- or rather drag- was filled with bloodied knees and blows to the head. He felt one of the animatronic strap his wrists to the arms of the chair. The room was too dark for him discern where he was. His vision was filled with blotches of colors from the weighted punches one of the robots landed on his head.
Mike tried to move his arms, proving the restraints to be effective.
"Don't bother." One of them said coldly, "You'll have a hell of a lot more to worry about soon enough."
The security guard failed once again to hide his fear and began shaking, "Please. Don't ki-"
Bonnie slammed her open palm onto Mike's forehead and held his head upright against the tall seat backing. The bright colors returned to his field of vision again, prominent as ever, continuing to prevent him from figuring out where he was.
"Shut the hell up."
"If we wanted to kill you, Mike" a new voice spoke from somewhere in the room, "We would have."
The voice was low and dominant, with a slight western accent underneath.

Freddy…

"But don't you worry." He spoke, moving around the darkness, "We have more than just death in store for your sorry ass."
With a quiet click, a small lamp flicked on and illuminated Mike's surroundings. Large fake animal heads sat on shelves across the room, likely replacements for the animatronics. Wires were stretched from the roof to the floor on another wall. They emitted a quiet buzzing sound suggesting they were actively powering something. The air felt damp and stale.
Bonnie and Chica stood aside, letting Freddy move towards Mike. The security guard had seen him before on the cameras but never wanted to be this close. His fur was short and looked rough.
"So this is Michael. The security guard." He examined him, his voice cold and rough, "I've heard a hell of a lot about you, Michael."
Mike fidgeted in his seat, his arms still held firmly in place.
Freddy leaned forward and reached one of his large paws up to Mike's head. Mike quickly twisted it away, facing the wall to his right.
"Still got a bit of fight left in you, huh?" The large bear said, standing up straight, "That's no problem."
Freddy lifted his right leg and slammed into on top of Mike's foot. A sickening cracking sound filled the room and echoed into the hallway. Mike uncontrollably wailed, feeling every bone in his left foot nearly shatter under the heavy metal.
"that's better." Freddy smiled, looking at the crushed foot. Large blotches of blue and purple formed around the area. He stared at it a little longer, watching blood fill what was left of Mike's foot.
"I forgot how easy it is to break humans." He said monotonously.
Freddy turned to the two other animatronics.
"Bonnie, you take care of Mike. Chica, find Foxy and make sure he doesn't interfere."
They both nodded in eerie silence.
"See you soon, Michael." Freddy said, leaving the room with Chica.
The metal door closed behind them, leaving Mike and Bonnie alone.
"What are you going to do to me." Mike said through tears, still feeling the pain of his foot despite the natural adrenaline his body released. Bonnie laughed under her breath, "Well you see."
She reached under the large metal table on the left side of the room. The rabbit pulled a heavy metal tool box out from underneath.
"We overheard your conversation with that mutt."
She opened it and smiled at the contents.
"And we got an idea."
Mike started shaking uncontrollably again, the tightness around his wrists reminding him of the restraints. Part of him never wanted Bonnie to finish what she had to say. He closed his eyes and tried to think of somewhere else. Anywhere else. Anywhere he couldn't hear what she had planned or inside the tool box.
"Foxy likes you because you're undamaged. Because you're not broken." She said, ignoring Mike's silent pleas, "So we're just gonna have to break you."
Bonnie reached inside the toolbox and pulled out an autopsy saw. Mike felt tears streak down his face. He felt colder than the harshest of blizzards as his blood disappeared to seemingly nowhere. Bonnie turned to him and noticed how pale he was.
"Aww, now don't worry, Mike." She said, her rough voice setting anything but comfort into Mike, "We aren't going to cut open that little noggin of yours."
She approached him slowly, the dim light from the small lamp glaring off the saw's sharp teeth.
"We just want to take off one of your arms. That's all."
Mike lost all control and began violent trying to free himself from the restraints. Tears stopped running down his cheeks, too scared to produce them. The thick leather straps held his arms in place. Mike began banging his head against the chair's headboard, hoping to break it. Hoping to do something. Anything.
Bonnie quickly produced another leather strap from the toolbox and used them to hold his head tightly against the chair's backing.
"Now. Let's begin." She said, switching the buzz saw on.
Mike's vision blurred, the edges of his sight succumbing to darkness.

Foxy…please help me.

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Mike slowly opened his eyes. A flurry of flashing lights filled his vision once again as if he had stared into a bright light for too long. His senses slowly returned to him.
The dimly light room was the first, looking the same as it had before he passed out; minus Bonnie. The lamp sat on the table, still turned on. The next was sound. The quiet buzzing of the wires on the right wall filled the room. The damp smell of the small back room quickly followed.
Mike dreaded the next returning to him, remembering what happened before giving in to unconsciousness. Mike looked to the roof, unable to bring himself to look at his arm. As if a switch had been cruelly flicked on, a sharp pain shot from his arm to the rest of his body. He started shaking violently again.

Just look down. Like a bandaid. Rip it off.

Mike took a deep breath and tried his best to stop shaking. He shot his head down and looked at his right arm.
Where had once been his right forearm and hand, was a furry, black replacement. The arm had been cut just after the elbow. Small patches of the black fur had been burned or ripped off, revealing the metal beneath it. Dark red blood stained the chair's and Mike's arm.
The security guard's stomach rolled, his head feeling light. His face felt suddenly cold as the blood rushed away from it again. He looked at the ceiling again, trying not to vomit.
Mike took a moment to gather courage and looked down again. The sight of the botched fusion of skin and metal shot another wave of pain through his body. The leather straps remained, holding it in place. Part of him wanted, no, begged to find out if he could control it, the other half still in denial. He could still feel his old arm. When Mike tried to move his fingers, he could feel an echo of it, as if he were controlling an invisible limb. The metal fingers stayed motionless.

Maybe I just have to try harder.

With what little strength and resolve he had left, Mike tried to move something. Anything.
He tried changing his motivation, picturing a single movement of a finger holding the power to kill Freddy's entire band. He thought of what they had done to Foxy, what they had done to him.
Nothing. Not even a twitch.

Mike's mind lingered on the thought of Foxy. At first he thought of how the pirate was left in the office, in a heap of damaged metal. Then the thought if their previous nights came to him. How Foxy had set up that entire dinner for him, and how he taught Mike guitar chords.
The thought was as soothing as something could be to someone who's arm had just been severed.

A sudden motion caught his attention. The robotic arm moved. Not just a finger, but the entire hand. It formed into one of the chords Foxy had shown him. Mike smiled and sighed, relieved to at least have a functioning replacement.

A sound came from the hallway, behind the closed door. Mike strained his restraints, trying desperately to free himself. As if by command, his new forearm jolted up. The sudden motion caused Mike to cry out in pain, the fused skin and metal still extremely tender. He looked down at the arm and realized that the leather strap had been snapped in half by the fake arm.
The security guard quickly moved his freed limb over to the other. He closed his eyes and thought about grabbing hold of the leather and ripping his wrist free. He thought of how he could escape by doing so.
Nothing. The forearm sat motionless.
He thought of how he could help Foxy by doing so. As if following a formula, the mechanical arm lunged forward, tearing the leather from his arm.
Now free, Mike leapt up from the seat and looked around the room for something to defend himself with from whatever was in the hallway.

The toolbox.

He quietly moved to the table and peered inside the large metal box. All that was left were some screws and miscellaneous wires. He hadn't seriously expected it to be that easy, but it would have been nice to find a gun or sharp object.
Mike considered using his new arm as a weapon against the animatronics. He decided against it, still struggling to perform basic tasks.

Another sound came from the hallway, this time louder and closer to the small room.
His breath started quickening as his time to find defense approached its end. Mike's attention fell onto the thick wires on the wall. He recalled that they were active.
The dim light that shined under the door was blocked out by someone. Mike quickly ran back to his seat and sat in it, loosely placing the leather straps around his wrists.
The door opened, allowing Bonnie to step back into the room.
"Are you awake yet?" She said grimly, locking the door behind her. Mike had closed his eyes and hung his head limp, hoping Bonnie hadn't hear him scurry around. She moved closer to Mike, inspecting him closely. He held his breath, wanting to appear as dead as possible.
"So help me if you're dead before we get to show you off." Bonnie muttered under her breath, barely loud enough for Mike to hear.
When she moved slightly closer, Mike quickly sprang up from the chair. Bonnie only got out a short screech put before Mike put his makeshift plan into action.
He quickly turned and reached for the black wires on the wall. Mike grabbed a metal, furry fist-full of them and ripped the wires off of the wall. Bright sparks flew into the air as they were severed in half, singeing some of the fur on Mike's arm. He quickly grabbed both severed ends of a few wires and held them against either side of Bonnie's head. The electricity surged through her body, frying her twisted circuits. Smoke started bellowing from her neck, engulfing her mortified face.
He let go of the wires and let them fall to the ground and bounce back against the wall. Bonnie's smoking body fell to the ground, lying motionlessly.
Mike fell back into the chair, breathing heavily.

Did I just kill someone?

He lost track of how long he sat there, convincing himself that Bonnie wasn't a person and that their evil deeds justified her end. He eventually got up from the chair and took a deep breath. He took careful steps around Bonnie's body, more out of caution than respect. The security guard reached the door and slowly pulled it open, half expecting another animatronic to be waiting for him. The dimly lit hallway was an unusually comforting sight. He was relieved to get out of the small room. It was empty as far as he could tell.
A sharp pain shot up from his arm, reminding him of what had happened to it. His blood boiled. He wanted revenge for what they had done to him. For what they did to Foxy.
Mike turned and started running towards the security office,

Please be alive, Foxy.

•••

Foxy leaned against the wall down one of the hallways. He wiped a small stream of oil from the corner of his mouth. His legs ached, as did the rest of his body. Dents and holes marked him from the vicious beating he had received.
He had been able to force the larger gashes on his chest shut, although smoke vaguely emitted from it. Foxy closed his eyes and endured the pain.
"I need to get to Mike" He muttered, trying to give himself motivation to carry on. He'd give anything give up and sit down. To rest for a moment or power down for the day.
But that wasn't an option
Mike's life was at stake and it fell upon him to save the security guard.
Foxy continued stumbling through the hallway, the pain slowly residing as his body got used to it. He turned down another hallway that soon opened up into Pirate's Cove.
The beating Bonnie and Chica gave him rendered him dazed and disoriented. The sand flooring and tropical wallpaper were a welcoming sight.
Foxy approached the stage, hoping to find something other than his hook to use against the other robots.
"When I'm out on the sea" A sickeningly familiar voice sang out, stopping Foxy in his tracks, "There's only one place I wanna be"
Foxy backed away from the stage as its curtains opened, revealing Chica standing in the center.
"At Freddy's Pizzeria." Chica finished with a laugh, "You remember that, don't you, Foxy?"
The pirate looked around for other animatronics. It appeared to just be the two of them.
"Oh don't worry, it's just you an' me." Chica confirmed, "I get you all to myself."
She hopped off of the stage and kicked around some of the sand playfully.
"Chica…is Mike oka-"
"Don't you act all friendly with me you pathetic mutt." Chica snapped, "I've wanted to rip of your head ever since you left me."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Foxy exclaimed, backing up from the increasingly angry Chicken.
"Don't act like you don't remember!" Chica ran towards Foxy, swinging her wing at his chest. He barely moved out its way, the tip of it scraping his body. Sparks flew into the air as their metal connected.
Foxy jumped back and raised his hook in defense. The range of Chica's wing put him at a great disadvantage. The chicken swung blindly at the fox, her rage rendering each attack ineffective.
"Chica I don't want to hurt you." Foxy yelled, dodging more of her attacks.
"I'd like to see you fucking try." Chica snapped between the gritted teeth behind her beak.
More sparks exploded from Foxy's arm as Chica's wing sliced into it. He let out a cry of pain and fell onto the ground. A large gash separated his non-hook arm from his shoulder. He rolled onto his back just in time to avoid Chica's wing as it slammed into the ground.
"Hold still." She screamed, slashing at Foxy again.
He rolled out of way and quickly grabbed a hand full of sand. The fox threw the sand into Chica's face. She let out an enraged grunt and stumbled away from Foxy and into the main party room.
He got up as quickly as he could with one arm and followed her. The pirate quickly caught up as she fell onto her back. He jumped on top of her and held her wings down with his knees.
"Where's Mike." He yelled, lifting his hook into the air.
"He's as good as dead." Chica said, feebly struggling under Foxy's weight. The fox's vision blurred red at her words. He let out an enraged yell and jammed his hook into Chica's head. He ripped it out, along with some wires and cogs. He recklessly tore into Chica's chest, leaving a massive gash into the metal. Smoke bellowed from it, engulfing Foxy.
He rolled off of Chica's body and lay on his back next to her. Smoke seeped out of his own wounds. She had opened up some of the previous closed clefts on his arms and chest. Foxy took deep breaths, the reality of what he had done started sinking in.

Oh god…I just killed someone…

His breaths became ragged and uneven. He desperately tried to forget or justify the lacerated body next to him.
He couldn't.
Foxy sat up and leaned his back against the end of one of the long tables. Thoughts of Mike came back to him. He slowly stood up as a sharp pain reminded him about the damaged arm.
The slash seemed minor compared to the hole in his chest. He pressed the split-open metal back down, semi covering the gash.

Good enough.

Foxy tried moving the fingers on his damaged arm. A sharp pain shot through it, forcing the fox to lean against the main stage.

Looks like I'm not using this arm for a while.

He stood up as straight as he could.
"I still have my hook." He muttered to himself reassuringly.
"Let's see if I can't relieve ya of that as well." A low and dominating voice boomed from somewhere in the room's darkness.
"Freddy." Foxy said bitterly, looking around the room, "What did you do to Mike."
"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." He answered, his voice directly behind Foxy.
He turned around and swung his hook through the air. The stage stood as empty as it was a minute ago. Freddy's voice seemed to be everywhere at once. Foxy head began to spin, partially from Freddy and partially from his wounds.
"That's wasn't very nice." Freddy said from behind Foxy again. Before he could turn around, Freddy slammed his fist into Foxy's back, knocking him onto his stomach. He landed with a heavy thump a few feet away from the large bear.
Foxy's blood boiled at the thought of Mike being killed. He quickly leapt up from the ground and raised his hook.
"Oh good, I was hoping you'd put up a fight." Freddy laughed, watching the fox struggle to stand up straight.
All Foxy could think about was the security guard.

Please be alive, Mike.

•••

Mike stumbled into the empty security office. He didn't know how to feel about the missing pirate. It could mean he was safe, or he had been dragged off by the animatronics. Whatever the reason for his disappearance, Mike felt angry. Angry that they couldn't be together without someone trying to kill or separate them.
Mike continued through the office, stopping briefly to catch his breath. The throbbing pain in his mutilated arm pulsed through him in spite of his body's attempts to numb it. He turned down another dark hallway. Every corner was enough to make Mike's heart skip a beat. Anything could be around it. Foxy or Chica. Or worse, Freddy. He hadn't seen the large bear in action before and thought about how dangerous he would be in a fight.
The security guard checked behind him again for Chica. Nothing. He pushed forward through the winding hallways as quickly as he could.
The dark corridor opened to a room. The sand flooring and tropical wallpaper indicated that it was Pirate's Cove. Mike sighed, despite not being out of danger. The atmosphere from when he and Foxy had danced remained, breathing a calming air.
Mike shuffled through the dim room, the only light coming through the window on the roof from the low hanging moon. His foot kicked into something solid. He reached down and picked it up.
He held it up to his face an realized it was a chunk of metal with red fur on it. Mike gasped to himself as he look around the small room. Some of the chairs had been knocked askew and bits of shrapnel and metal were strewn across the sand. The wreckage gave obvious evidence of a fight. A small group of tell-tale yellow feathers suggested it was between Foxy and Chica. The abundance of red fur compared to yellow feathers told Mike that Foxy was losing.
Mike followed the scuffle's trail towards the doorway into the main party room. As he approached it he heard something. A cry of pain erupted from the main room.
"Foxy!" Mike screamed, charging blindly through the large opening.
Foxy was laying on his back on the other side of the room, smoke seeping out of multiple gashes on his body. The hulking figure of Freddy stood nearby. He turned to Mike and laughed.
"Looks like he came after all!" He boomed.
Foxy weakly raised his head off the ground and saw Mike, "Mike! Ru-"
"Oh now where's the fun in that." Freddy frowned. He reached down and picked the red fox up by the neck with mortifying ease, "Why don't you go on over and say hi to your boyfriend."
Freddy threw Foxy across the room at Mike. He landed with a sickening thump next to the wreckage that was Chica. Sparks ignited from beneath him as his exposed metal scraped across the cement floor.
"Foxy!" Mike ran over to him, ignoring the slowly approaching Freddy, "Why are you doing this?!"
The large bear didn't answer.
Foxy lifted his head slightly to look at Mike, "P-please ru-"
Foxy trailed off as he saw what they had done to Mike's arm.
"W-what did they do to you." Foxy said, all pain and weakness leaving his voice. Anger dripped from the question.
"Oh we chopped it off. Nice an' clean." Freddy bellowed, laughing to himself, "Well…maybe not to clean but you know."
Foxy could only look at Mike's arm. The security guard couldn't find the words to comfort the badly injured pirate. He wanted to apologize but he felt as sorry for himself as Foxy did. The two could only look at the state the other one was in with unhidden horror. Before they realized it, Freddy was looming over them.
"What's the matter, mutt?" Freddy said coldly, bending down to the couple's level, "is your little boyfriend all fucked up like you?"
The bear wrapped his hand arms Foxy's throat again. Mike pathetically held onto his arm as Freddy picked him up. His attempts were fruitless against the vice grip the bear had around Foxy's throat.
"Awh come on, Foxy, where did your fight go?" Freddy taunted the catatonic fox. He carried him away from the mortified Mike and slammed Foxy's motionless body into the ground again. A massive dent was made on the fox's chest from the impact on his stomach hitting the harsh, unforgiving cement.
"Foxy!" Mike helplessly yelled again, partially coming back to his senses, "Why are you doing this to us?!" He repeated.
"Oh he never told you?" Freddy asked, looking over his shoulder back to Mike. He lifted his heavy foot and brought it down Foxy's back, "Months ago, maybe years, this worthless mongrel was performing for a group of little kids."
He began pressing his foot down into Foxy's chest, starting to flatten it, "One of em climbed onto stage."
He pressed his foot down harder, watching it sink further into the metal.
"And instead of stopping, he kept going. Swinging that god damn hook of his." The bear lifted his foot from Foxy's chest and moved it up onto the side of his head. Foxy struggled weakly, more from the story Freddy was telling than the sheer agony of having his body crushed.
"He sliced the poor girls throat wide open." Freddy stomped his foot onto Foxy's head, starting to process of flattening it. The fox let out a muffled grunt under the bear's weight. Mike could only watch and listen in horror, unable to stop the monster killing the pirate.
"Ever since then, this place 'as gone to hell." Freddy yelled, stomping his foot into Foxy's head again.
"Now we ain't. Worth. Shit." Freddy screamed, slamming his foot into the durable metal of the fox's head after each pause.

Mike's senses suddenly flooded back to smell of smoke, the sound of crushing metal, the taste of blood in his mouth, the sight of the love of his life being crushed under the weight of the bastard that cut off his arm. It made Mike's heart pound and his blood boil hotter than ever before. The enraged security quickly got up from the ground and leapt for the mutilated body of Chica. With the strength from his metal arm he grabbed hold of her mangled wing and tore it from her body. Mike turned to see Freddy lift his foot for one final stomp to flatten Foxy's head. He sprinted at Freddy with the pointed wing and every shred of rage he could gather. He lunged at the bastard and pierced the sharp metal into his back, watching it burst through his chest. An explosion of steam erupted from the the two holes. Mike let go of the wing and left it lodged in the bear's body.
Freddy fell to the ground, pushing the large chunk of metal and feather out of his chest. Freddy stared at the ceiling in silence. Mike stood over him, breathing heavily. He wanted to watch the life leave his eyes; to make sure that he and Foxy could finally be safe.
Freddy twisted his head towards Mike and looked him in the eyes. His mouth moved as if to say something. No words came out, only a stream of smoke. His mouth curled into a slight smile. He let out one final, hoarse chuckled before his head fell limp onto the floor of the pizzeria.

Mike quickly turned to Foxy, his panicked breathing returning.
"Foxy? Foxy?" The security guard stammered, crouching down next to the beaten and battered fox, "Are you okay?!"
Foxy's body had been notably crushed. A wide, deep dent marked his chest, a slightly small one marking the side of his face. Smoke seemed to seep out of every part of him. Mike ignored it.
The pirate made a sudden and subtle movement. He weakly lifted his head off the ground and looked at Mike. The facial features on his left side had been pushed out of place.
"M…Mike." He all but whispered. Mike held his ear close to him.
"I love you." He said, a thin stream of black liquid ran from his eyes and dripped onto the floor.
"No no no no you can't die on me right now." Mike pleaded, rolling Foxy onto his back, "There's so much we haven't done together. Please don't leave me." Tears ran from the security guard's eye and fell onto the fox's chest, flowing into the holes on his body with a hiss. The tears bordered on becoming uncontrollable sobs.
Foxy weakly lifted his hand to Mike's face and wiped away some of the tears.
"Don't c-cry over me." Foxy said, "you've given me everything…I could ever ask f-for."
"Shut up just- shut up you stupid pirate." Mike cried, holding Foxy's hand against his face. Foxy smiled and rested his head on the ground again, looking up at the roof. He smiled and softly pressed his hand back against Mike's cheek, "I love you M…m.."
His voice trailed off and him arm fell limp. Mike held onto it relentlessly.

The suddenly jingle of bells brought Mike back down to harsh reality.
"Mike?" The owner of the pizzeria called, seeing someone over by one of the long tables, "Is that you?"
Freddy approached Mike and Foxy, taking in the gruesome scene before him. He saw the mutilated bodies of the bear by same name and Chica. His eyes lastly fell onto Mike, watching him cling onto Foxy's arm.
"What in god's name happened here?" Freddy asked, crouching down next to Mike, inspecting the pirate's crushed and dented body. He noticed Mike's arm, "What happened to you?"
"P-please help him." Mike stammered, his voice shaking more than his body, "Please help Foxy."
"Why would you want to do th-"
"Because I love him" Mike yelled, the stream of tears coming back. Each drop that fell from his face felt like a betrayal to Foxy.
Freddy stared at the the security guard, taking in what he said.
"Well." He paused, "I guess weirder things have happened."
He stood up, pulling out a phone from his pocket, "I'll call in some favors."
"T-thank you" Mike cried, holding Foxy's body close.

A few minutes passed as Freddy talked over the phone to various people. He soon returned to Mike, who he had given a blanket to. It's soft fabric failed to stop him shaking violently.
"A friend of mine'll pick up Foxy." He rested an arm around Mike and helped him stand, "He says he should be okay."
Mike nodded weakly.
"Foxy won't be fixed up until tomorrow, though. In the meantime I'll get you a cab home. Come back in at six."
He nodded again, following Freddy to the front door. He looked back at Foxy,

See you soon, Foxy.

Please be alive…

•••

Mike approached the pizzeria with what felt like all the insecurity in the world. Freddy had said that his friend would do what he can for Foxy. Mike feared that only so much can be done for an animatronic that was in Foxy's state. Visions of his dented and torn body ran through his mind as they had all night. He was lucky to get any sleep at all; not that his dreams were any less occupied by Foxy.
Mike pushed open one of the glass doors. Instead of the usual party noises that had so often welcomed him, an eerie silence hung over the restaurant. The only sound came from a familiar, small handheld radio; a soft jazz tune.
Freddy had worked wonders as he always did. The main room was damn near spotless. The piles of scrap, fur and feathers had been removed. The only evidence of a fight that remained were the chipped and dented tiles on the floor.

The owner was by one of the long, near arranged tables, sweeping something into a dustbin.
"Uh. Hey." Mike called, walking towards his boss.
"Mike! I'm glad you came." He said characteristically chippy, "It's nice to see you in a better state than yesterday."
Mike stood in front of Freddy, looking at him expectantly.
"My friend, Roy, had to pull some more strings for me but his abilities with a hammer failed to disappoint me."
He paused, almost for dramatic effect.
"Foxy's fine."
Mike let out a burst if air, not aware he was holding his breath. His heart skipped a few to many beats, stinging a little.
"Is he-?" Mike asked, pointing to Pirate's Cove with his thumb.
"Mhmm" Freddy beamed, "He should waiting for you. I imagine you two have a lot to talk about so I'll give ya some privacy."
"Thanks, Mr. Fazbear."
"Don't mention, I'll be somewhere in the hallways, looking for something else to clean." He announced, turning to leave.
"Actually." Mike said abruptly, stopping Freddy in his tracks. He turned around inquisitively.
"I had something I wanted to ask you."

•••

Mike stopped around the corner of Pirate's Cove, almost afraid to look inside. The scarring night before left him with heart wrenching images of Foxy. He wanted him to be alright, to be standing in the middle of the room; waiting for him like Freddy said he was.
Mike took a short breath and rounded the corner into Pirate's Cove.
The typically dark room had been lighted with a fluorescent yellow ceiling light, to make it feel more tropical. Standing in the middle of the room was Foxy. Undented. Alive. He turned around and saw the security guard standing in the doorway. They stood still for a moment, unable to move, too happy and relieved to see the other unharmed.
"Mike…" Foxy said quietly, his voice choking up.
"Foxy…" Mike took a wobbly step onto the sandy floor and broke into a full sprint towards the fox. They held out their arms embraced each other, almost falling over on to the sand.
"I'm so glad you're okay." Foxy said, his voice was just quiet enough for Mike to hear.
The security guard laughed a little to himself, "You were the one beaten to pieces."
Foxy smiled and held Mike closer. He could feel Mike's ragged breathing and stream of tears through his fur. Just having Mike here with him was enough for him to die happy. Seeing him unharmed pushed him over the edge. Foxy uncontrollably let out a few small drops of water fall from his eyes and land on Mike's head.
"Are you crying ya big baby?" Mike asked, trying to steady his voice for the sake of the joke. The warmth of Foxy's fur pressing against his skin, the quiet humming sound from somewhere inside him. They made his heart soar.

They both realized they had been hugging for a couple of minutes, not that either minded. The couple separated and took a step back, getting a closer look at each other.
Foxy's face had been pushed back into place, the only remaining details from the fight were the slightly different coloured patches of fur that had been sewed on.
"Oh, looks like that guy patched up your whole body" Mike stated, realizing not a single glimmer of metal showed.
"He dragged me through hell and back to look like this again." Foxy admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
"And just when I thought you couldn't look more handsome." Mike smiled.
"Well I guess it was all worth it then." Foxy laughed, sitting down on one of the log-benches, "Is your...arm okay?"
The security guard had spent most of the previous night unable to sleep because of it. Partly because he wasn't sure how Foxy would feel.
Mike joined him on the bench and looked at his new arm, "I'll live. I mean i can still move it...sort of," He said, demonstrating by bending some of his fingers, "But after what you said i'm more worri-"
"Mike" Foxy interrupted, "I know what I said, but just because part of you in made of metal and fur doesn't mean i'd love you any less. Besides, I'm made entirely of metal and fur; so now we're more alike than ever." he laughed, also bending some of his fingers.
They sat in silence for bit while Mike practised moving the robotic arm to foxy's amusement.
"Is it true?" Mike asked bluntly suddenly getting very solemn, interrupting Foxy's chuckle, "What Freddy said?"
Foxy paused. As much as he had tried, he had been unable to suppress the grim story the bear had revealed to mike. Foxy wanted them to move on but knew that wasn't an option.
"Yeah." He started, looking at the ground, "It happened 5 months or so ago. I was performing my regular act when a girl climbed on the stage."
"And you-"
"Yeah. I killed her. I didn't see her climb up and-"
"It's okay" Mike said, cutting Foxy off, "I believe you. That is was an accident."
Foxy was taken back. He had spent the entire morning practicing different ways to explain this to Mike, each scenario ending poorly.
"But…why?"
"Because I love you. And I know you. I know that your not a killer." Mike smiled, resting his head on Foxy's shoulder.
Mike had secretly spent his morning practicing ways to react to Foxy's explanation. He settled on the telling Foxy how he truly felt.
"T-thank you." Foxy choked out again, resting his head on top of Mike's, "What did I ever do to deserve you, Mike."
The security guard smiled, too content to come up with a clever retort. They simply sat in silence together for what seemed like hours, perfectly content.

"So what happens now." Foxy asked, breaking the silence, "With Freddy's band gone…we won't need a security guard…"
Foxy trailed off, thinking back to the nights before he met Mike. How cold an lonesome they had been.
"Well…" Mike said, a long smile stretching across his face.
"Mike. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Foxy…"
"You mean the world to me and I'm not sure if I'd be able to forgive myself for letting you go." Foxy stammered.
"You won't have to." Mike interrupted, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a piece of paper with gold embroidered edges, "I bought the pizzeria."
Foxy stared at Mike for what seemed like minutes. Mike couldn't get rid of the smile plastered on his face.
"You…"
"Bought it" Mike finished, "Yeah."
The fox took a moment to gather his thoughts. After a moment, a massive smile spread across his face, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.
"So this means you won't have to leave…"
"And we can stay here together." Mike hugged Foxy, pleased with his reaction.
"But how did you even get the money to?" Foxy asked, "From the pay cheques I've seen, you don't make as much as your deserve."
"Well after all the shit I went through, and with the main attraction gone, Freddy gave it to me dirt cheap." Mike explained, pressing his head against Foxy's warm fur. It was now Foxy's turn to uncontrollably smile. He returned Mike's embrace. They sat on the bench for a while, listening to the distant handheld radio in the other room.

"I guess as the new owners, we should clean up all the bits of metal laying around." Mike said, examining the sandy floor a little closer.
Foxy nodded and stood up, helping Mike up as well. Before he could turn away to start cleaning, Foxy pulled him in close, "You know…we never got to continue where we left off the other night." He said suavely.
Mike looked the fox in the eyes and smiled, holding back a blush.
"Easy there, pirate." He said, raising and pressing a hand against Foxy's chest, "We still gotta clean up this mess."
Foxy let out a small whimper, still holding Mike close, "Fine. But when we're done, you're all mine. Deal?"

"Deal."

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And there you go everyone! I really hope you enjoyed the last night and thought the wait was worth it.
I put a lot of time and heart into writing this fic (especially night 5), so thank you for all the amazing reviews and PMs you guys sent my way. I assure I read and smiled at every one of them.
I got a few messages/reviews asking if I'd make smut for this series. The answer is unfortunately no. I have a fair amount of friends/family that are reading this and they wouldn't take too kindly to me writing smut. That being said if anyone else wants to write some, send me a link and I'd be happy to throw it in here for you.

Anyway, thank you again for all the incredible feedback you guys gave me and I sincerely hope you liked the ending.

If I end up writing another story, it will likely be a pokemon one that I've been meaning to write for a while now. Unless of course somebody gives me inspiration for a different story.

Thanks,
-Blur