A/N: I finally got this monster done! Oh my god finally right? Let's deal with the elephant in the room. Yes, I haven't updated in a long ass time. There is a small nitpicky reason I didn't though, everytime I sat down at my laptop to write I just couldn't make myself write a single thing. I'll be honest, what got me started again is the new teaser for FNAF three. Sweet Christ, all aboard the hype train! Anyway, I did lose all of my motivation sadly. But I refused to abandon a project like I did once before. Enjoy the Don't Break the Rules finale!

Btw, thanks catspats31 for the summary screw up. It should be fixed. Guess I wasn't paying attention and now I feel stupid.

Mike's thoughts

Animatronic speak

Mike whistled a small tune to himself, finishing up his emergency repair job on Freddy. Who had suddenly fallen forward during a game of pool and stood ramrod straight on the floor.

"You should be fine. You just had a loose bolt fall and block one of your starting gears. If it can't start it can't move. That's what you learn in school at least." Mike said, shutting Freddy's back hatch and helping the large bear stand.

"Thanks Mike. Had a small freak out when I couldn't move." Freddy said, patting the smaller man on the back hard enough to knock his hat off. In his gratitude he had ignored how hard he was patting Mike's back.

"You're welcome Freddy. It's my job to make sure my friends are ready for tomorrow's duty. Once it's six o clock you guys can break down all you want because it wouldn't be my job at that point." Mike said, giving a smirk and a thumbs up towards the bear.

"How considerate of you. It really shows how much you care about us." Freddy deadpanned, gesturing to himself and then with a larger gesture towards the restaurant.

"Heh." Mike said, rubbing his nose with a grin on his face before it suddenly became a bit more serious. "Hey guys, where's Foxy?" He asked.

"She's in the cove. Plan on spending some time with her before the big day tomorrow?" Bonnie said, hanging his pool stick on the wall since the night was wearing thin and there was no time left to play.

Mike scratched the back of his head, awkwardly avoiding Bonnie and Freddy's gaze. "Yeah I do. But I have to ask you guys a few things first." Mike said, lifting his head to look the two in the eye.

Bonnie and Freddy exchanged curious glances to each other. Both equally surprised at Mike's evasive behavior. "Shoot."

Mike coughed to clear his throat and give himself a bit more time before explaining his particular conversation with Foxy. "Well…it's just that she and I were talking the other day and, well, she asked if she could, uh, have…kids." He said, stumbling and pausing over his words.

Bonnie loudly snorted and almost burst out laughing before an accusing glare from Freddy shut him up. But not completely as he would let out quiet little giggles. "I'm sorry, this is very important and I shouldn't laugh. It was just unexpected and I'm sorry. Serious time now." Bonnie said, forcing his laughter down and putting on a serious face, to the great relief of Mike. This was already a confusing subject for him and it made Mike want to tear out Bonnie's eyes and see how well he could see without them.

"Thank you Bonnie. Now, could you repeat that because I'm still floored." Freddy said.

"Foxy asked if she could have kids all right? We got into a small fight about it all right? I don't want to talk about this around her right now." Mike hurried out in a harsh whisper. Paranoid of Foxy overhearing a tender subject to her.

Freddy just looked at Mike with a confused expression on his face. Eventually he looked over at Bonnie who was wearing a similar expression. "Why did she ask that Mike?" Freddy asked, curious.

"I don't know. I'm asking you guys because I thought, since you guys know her a bit better, that you would know why she'd ask something like that." Mike said honestly, still mulling over the question himself.

"Sorry Mike, I didn't even know she could have them." Bonnie said, Freddy being unusually quiet.

"That's the thing Bonnie, I'm pretty sure she can't. I mean, she and T. Foxy can have sex. But I've taken and seen Foxy completely torn apart and there was nothing in there. I didn't tear her apart around that area because part of m was saying that I could open it up and find just mangled organs and I'd never be able to have sex with her again. I'm not even gonna ask about Chica because you two will break my fucking jaw. I'm not asking you two either because I don't want to know." Mike ranted, confusing himself more and more and making himself more curious than before as well.

"Uh…" Bonnie was at a complete loss. He had raised his hand to speak but realized he actually had nothing to say about the Foxy's particular question. He also wasn't keen on talking about this behind her back.

"Can you tell us why Foxy asked you?" Freddy said, almost as lost as the other two.

"No, that's why I'm talking to you." Mike deadpanned, not all that happy with the answers he had gotten from the two.

"We're sorry Mike. But we wouldn't really know why Foxy would ask such a thing. This is the first time we've ever heard her talk about it. Actually, this is the first time she's acted like this ever. It's probably because of you though." Bonnie said, attempting to pitch in his limited two cents.

"Really? I'm that special to her?" Mike asked, somewhat astonished. He knew Foxy and him were in love, but he didn't know she cared about him that much. He'd saved her life but even he wasn't sure if he wanted a family. Especially with a robotic fox he only got to see on the weekdays.

"Of course my boy. You really ought to know by now that you're the first person to get her to open up the way she does. Ever. Period." Freddy chimed in, a bit disappointed in Mike for how little he seemed to understand the connection Foxy and him had.

"Well…I knew that. I just didn't think, because you know I didn't think that she even could, she would start thinking about a family you know? I don't want to disappoint her, but after I told her I'm nearly positive she couldn't have them, I think she still thinks she can." Mike ranted, sighing in frustration and sitting down in a chair. Bonnie and Freddy copying the motion soon after.

"Well if that's the case then I just suggest being blunt with her. She's not a child and she isn't like her sister. Hell, she was a guy for so long I think she started to forget her actual female robotic limitations if you know what I mean." Freddy said, trying to lift some of the weight from the man's shoulders.

"I agree with Freddy Mike, just tell her when she's in a good mood. You know, so she won't hit you in nads again." Bonnie said, trying to lighten the atmosphere with a small joking grin on his face.

Mike laughed lightly and scratched the back of his head in a nervous tick. "Yeah, you guys are right. She can take a bit of bad news. But I'll save it until tomorrow night. Since she performs tomorrow and I don't want anything on her mind."

The three of them were about to try and squeeze in a few more games of pool until Mike was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. "Mike, can I talk to you?" The youthful sounding voice of T. Foxy said, more serious and reserved than normal.

Mike jumped, surprised at the sudden touch. "Jeez, don't sneak up on me like that!" Mike said, ignoring to the best of his ability Bonnie's snickering behind him.

T. Foxy recoiled slightly in embarrassment. "Sorry Mike! I didn't mean to scare you." She said, hanging her head lightly in shame.

"It's fine. We can talk." Mike reassured her, making her leave her trance with a visible tensing of her body.

"Privately?" She asked quietly. Rubbing one of her arms and looking back and forth away from Mike. Unable to keep her composure from the embarrassing topic in check.

"Sure. Give us five guys." Mike said, waving off the two animatronics and offering a seat to T. Foxy once they were gone.

The two sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes while Mike waited for T. Foxy to say whatever it was she wanted to say that was so embarrassing for her. "I…I heard Foxy s-say a f-few things the other d-day. Is it true?" T. Foxy stuttered out, clenching her mouth shut as soon as the question was out and forcing herself to stare Mike in the eyes.

Mike pondered over her words for a moment. Confused as to what she meant. He would have to make her elaborate further. "What did you overhear exactly?"

"I-Is Foxy…p-pregnant?" She squeaked out. The very notion of such a thing embarrassing to her beyond belief.

Mike suddenly went into a ferocious coughing fit as he choked on his own spit in surprise. T. Foxy quickly brought the man a glass of water from the kitchen to ease his vicious coughing. "WHAT?" Mike said after he finally gained control over his throat. Staring down the fox in the seat across from him

T. Foxy tentatively sat back down, unsure of how to respond to Mike's outburst that had caught the attention of Bonnie and Freddy. "You know…is it t-true?" She asked once again.

Mike's face suddenly became less intense. "Phew, you scared me a bit there. I thought you said Foxy was pregnant. Who told you that?" Mike asked, fairly curious when T. Foxy had heard this particular tidbit of information.

T. Foxy played with her fingers for a bit. "I was eavesdropping. I-It was by accident I swear! I was walking past the cove to go to the office for reasons and I heard her talking to herself and I haven't worked up the courage to ask you because I thought you'd be mad…" She said, biting her lip nervously, knowing Mike would be angry that she was eavesdropping on a private conversation.

But Mike wasn't like that. "I'm not angry. Why would I be? People eavesdrop on accident all the time. Hell, this place has so many people bustling about it almost isn't possible not to. So Foxy was talking to herself?" He asked, beginning to dread giving Foxy the bad news.

"Yeah, thanks for not being mad. But you keep avoiding the question, is it true?" T. Foxy said, still very curious and with a few more questions of her own.

Mike sighed heavily. "I'm pretty sure it's not true. So you can calm down."

T. Foxy seemed really confused. "But she seemed so…positive. I know you and Foxy do it all the time because Jeremy and I can hear and you and I know that's how children are made. So why shouldn't she be?" She

Mike looked about the room briefly while he collected his thoughts. "It's because you guys don't have the 'parts', for lack of a better word, to give birth. You can't just have sex and then out comes a baby."

"But that's exactly what happens with a baby though…and how do you know she doesn't have the parts? She has a…you know…that." T. Foxy said, seemingly more confused than before.

Mike sighed and was about to say something before he realized what she was saying was technically true. Foxy did have the first part of a baby maker, and he hadn't tore her open around that spot to find out because Foxy would most likely have found his sick curiosity appalling. The best he could do is talk her out of Foxy being pregnant now.

"You need more than a pussy to make a baby. There's eggs and tubes and a few other things too." Mike said, as normally unembarrassed as he always is when he talked about sex. Putting T. Foxy into a small confused mess in front of him.

"Okay…but you might have to go tell Foxy that." T. Foxy said, gesturing shyly towards pirate cove.

Mike looked over at pirate cove and sighed, he wasn't particularly good at dropping bad news bombs but he would if the situation demanded it. Foy going about in her cove and spouting how she thought she was pregnant was a situation that forced his hand.

"All right, thanks for the news. You good now?" Mike asked, getting off of his seat and beginning to leave for Foxy's cove.

"Yeah I'm good now. Good luck Mike!" T. Foxy said with a small wave and a pleasant smile on her face.

Mike smiled back and gave a halfhearted wave and watched her go, a hesitant look on his face. Dreading the most likely somber tone of the conversation he was about to have. But did he really want to bring her down from her high the night before she finally was going to perform again? He sighed again and scratched the back of his head while he contemplated his next move.

Screw it. I'll tell her tomorrow night. I don't want her to be upset with me or at the kids she can't have. I'll just give her the present in my car I got for her last night.

Mike settled on a game plan and patted himself on the back. Usually he would never think too heavily on the future consequences of his actions, but he cared to much about Foxy and the mere thought of children brought any man, no matter how perverted, to a screeching halt so they could contemplate the mess they had gotten themselves into.

That, and the fact he already fucked up big time when he made two foxes, who SAW each other as family, fight over him. Dude doesn't think stuff through.

You again?! Will you ever leave me alone for good? You only show up at these weird important parts of my life.

Well duh, because I create those moments of your life jackass.

…What?

Oh yeah, I never gave you the ability to understand complete fourth wall breaks concerning your life…

…What?

I can do whatever the fuck I want to you basically.

Yeah right. Otherwise you would have never let those kids get kidnapped in the first place and you would make Foxy human or some shit. I'm just insane.

I only let those kids get kidnapped because someone asked me to. Plus I'm not going to make Foxy human because that would be fucking retarded.

…What?

God I can't talk to you at all! You stupid mother fucker.

Hey! If you really can control my life then prove it.

Don't give me ideas and a reason to fuck with you.

Little bitch.

Mike now has erectile dysfunction. Because fuck him.

Yeah right.

You want to risk it bitch? Fight me irl fag.

You're getting desperate for comedy aren't you?

Shut up.

Mike grinned to himself, finally he had gained the upper hand on the voice inside his head. But he sighed once again once he found himself standing outside the door to pirate cove. He cracked his neck a few times to melt some of the tension in his neck before knocking on the door hesitantly.

"Who is it?" Foxy happily hummed from behind the door.

It was at this point mike decided to clear up something to himself. It wasn't that he didn't want to be a father, he just didn't want to break Foxy's heart and any hopes she really had on wanting a family. Something he was eventually going to have to break to her.

Mike sighed one last time before biting the air several times to calm his nerves, being fucking weird helps calm you down when you reach the self confidence level of not giving a fuck.

"It's me Foxy. I need to talk to you." Mike wasn't one for overly serious tones. But considering the subject matter, he didn't have the time or the drive to be coy and jump around the subject.

"Mikey! Come on in! I got the two of us some good news." Foxy said through the door.

Mike screamed inside his own head before stepping in the room and feeling his lips almost force themselves into a smile when he saw Foxy in her new pirate get up. It even had its own parrot that sat unmoving on her shoulder.

He couldn't resist complimenting how well she managed to bring the pirate look together. "You look absolutely delicious." Mike said, unable to stop the lecherous thoughts that demanded be spoken. He would die to ravish her right then and there if she was cool with it.

Foxy smiled slyly and ran her finger sensually about Mike's chest and began to travel downwards before suddenly pulling her hand away and dropping the playful look on her face in one quick gesture.

"No." Just like that Mike's boner was gone.

"Aww." Mike sulked.

"To be serious for a moment Mikey, ye probably 'eard around about the news already, but just in case-" Foxy said before mike's loud sigh cut her off.

"Foxy I'm just going to say it. You can't get pregnant. I didn't want to hurt your feelings when you asked me before. Foxy, you are a robot. I am a human. We can't make crotch spawn." Mike said. Finally he had dropped the news that sat on his shoulders all night.

But Foxy's smile still set itself on her face and Mike's words didn't do jack shit to dislodge it. "Not according to Daryl Mikey! I asked 'im the other night while 'e was ordering me new suit. This suit that 'as your 'mate' ready to walk the plank." Foxy explained. A pleasant smile knowing she could still get her man as hard as diamonds without even touching him.

Mike's 'mate' deflated almost immediately. Shit looked like a balloon, probably sounded like it too, but Foxy won't say whether or not it actually made the plllbthh sound.

What was I doing? Oh yeah.

Mike leaned forward with a mixture of disbelief and furious anger in his eyes. "What did Daryl say?" Mike spit between his teeth his left eye unconsciously twitching.

"Well, I more o' less made 'im tell me. An awkward conversation I'll tell ye that. But yeah Mikey, we can actually have a lil Mikey or a lil me runnin' 'round. Isn't that great?" Foxy said, far too happy from her coming performance and the possibility of actually being able to have a family with mike for her mood to really drop at all.

Could probably cop a feel and she wouldn't bat an eye. Might try that later.

The realization hit Mike like a truck; he suddenly found himself felling lightheaded and tired suddenly. He attempted to speak, but he found that his voice had left him.

"Mikey? It is good news right?" Foxy said, her good mood deflating slightly at seeing Mike's reaction.

Foxy's voice spurred him from his stupor and his voice returned. "Yeah, yeah that's great news." Despite the good nature of the news, Mike felt a small pit form in his stomach and he had no idea what it was and it bothered him immensely.

Foxy then grinned ear to ear at seeing Mike's embarrassed face light up. She opened her mouth to say something when Mike noticed it was half past six and his shift was over. Despite Foxy's light protest that the restaurant opens in literally three hours and she performed in four and he should stay, Mike felt that pit flare up again at the mention of staying.

"Sorry Foxy, I'll be back well before your performance. See you." Despite being a bit disappointed, Foxy shook her head with a slight smile on her face and waved good bye to her lover.

Mike's smile vanished almost as soon as he left the cove, hit with that desperate feeling in his stomach that felt incredibly familiar. He gave lackluster goodbyes and even more flimsy stories on why he was breaking his promise on not leaving early.

The entire drive home, Mike wrestled with that nasty feeling that he had recognized a bit ago as one of his old demons. Why it decided to return he didn't care. Mike sped up to his apartment room and placed the two bottles he had purchased on his way home and stared them down heatedly; it would seem to outsiders that he was attempting to interrogate the two.

Eventually Mike sighed heavily and threw his Security hat god knows where and unscrewed the lid off of one of the Jack Daniels bottles. "It's been ten years since I kicked you. Everytime I touch this stuff I turn into him…bottoms up I guess." Mike said, chugging a god amount of the burning liquid that he despised.

He sighed in a mixture of half pain and pleasure, it had been so long and this was a sensation he needed.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza: Ten minutes Before Foxy Performs

"My word are they excited for Foxy. What gotten into the wee ones?" Freddy asked, seeing nearly double the children they would normally see on a good day.

"Don't you remember? Anna told all of her friends about Miss Foxy, remember?" Bonnie answered for him, anxious to see their old friend perform for the first time in god knows how long.

"Oh that's right. Where the hell is Mike?" Freddy said again, a question he had repeated several times in frustration that was not alone.

"No kidding. Foxy is going to be devastated he wouldn't show. You think something has happened?" Bonnie asked quietly, not wanting Chica to hear in case she got worried and blabbed to Foxy.

"I really want to say no, but you and I know Mike extremely well and unfortunately I think something could have happened. What could be keeping him?" Freddy said, with an uncomfortable sense of foreboding.

"Let's just have faith in Mike, he'll be here. He's probably just stuck in traffic or something." Bonnie said with a confident smile on his face. Mike often complained about the traffic to them so it was most likely the problem.

Mike never showed up for Foxy's performance. He didn't even show up for his shift.

All of the animatronics were extremely worried, none more so than Foxy. The fox in question could not sit still for long, fidgeting and tapping her fingers worriedly before quickly standing and pacing the room. Jeremy had showed for his shift and had been absolutely bombarded with questions as to where Mike was.

"Jeremy! Where's Mike?"

"Why's he not here?"

"Where is he Jeremy?"

"OKAY QUIET!" Jeremy eventually shouted once his patience snapped. Standing in the middle of poking and prods of the worried animatronics repeating the same questions in an effort to end their worries.

"Thank you. Freddy, you go first." Jeremy said, sighing in exasperation for the moment of peace.

"I'll just say what everyone want to bloody hear. Where the hell is Mike? He's two hours late!" Freddy said, everyone behind him adding their agreement. Mike had done a lot for each of them and none of them would be where they were without him.

They'd be in a dump honestly.

"Okay first, it's a quarter past midnight. Second, you guys can't tell time for shit. Lastly, Mike's probably just having some car troubles or maybe his brother got released. Remember his comatose brother that woke up a month ago? If anything that's probably where he is." Jeremy calmly explained, slightly curious as to why none of the animatronics seemed to really calm down.

"But Jeremy, Mike didn't show up for Foxy's performance today. Even though he promised Foxy months ago that he'd be there. Also, he's been early to work early ever since that bastard broke in here and tore her to pieces. We really feel like something has happened." Bonnie explained worriedly, unable to shake the nasty feeling he got in his metallic stomach.

Jeremy was thrown for a loop at that. The only reason he wasn't there is because he was helping his brother move into his apartment and couldn't leave for a while. But on the other hand, he knew Mike wouldn't stop if Hell itself was in his way. But he knew above all else that some promises and words get broken.

"Guys…I'm not sure how to put this, but Mike probably just had something come up unexpected. Sometimes even the most important promises get broken by circumstances outside of your control." Jeremy tried to explain, things came up and sometimes you just had to bite the bullet and deal with it. "But if it makes you feel any better, if he isn't here in an hour then I'll call him and see what's up." After a hesitant murmur of acceptance reached his ears, Jeremy walked to his office and performed his job.

But just like before, Mike never showed.

"I'm calling him, I'm calling him." Jeremy repeated to the distraught Foxy and her friends, waving off their fears with a wave of his hand. Or at least attempting to.

"Hey what's up?" The voice on the other side of the line said.

"Oh hey Mike, where-" Jeremy began, being cut off by Mike.

"HA! Got you! This is just my answering machine, leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you after I feel like it." Soon after a high-pitched beep was heard, proving that Jeremy had just been pranked by the oldest answering machine gag in the book.

"Mike you piece of shit. Where the hell are you? You're an hour late to your shift and everyone is worried about you. I know you're fine, but why the hell aren't you here? Also, why the hell were you not at Foxy's performance? Call me back once you get the chance." Jeremy finished with a sigh, placing the phone back onto itself.

"All right I called him. Now if you guys need anything, just come and get me all right?" He heard a few of them sigh and mutter an appreciative thanks, but Foxy stayed behind for a reason he was half sure he knew.

"Jeremy, laddie, you know Mikey well right? Outside of Freddy's I mean." Foxy asked, still in her performance attire.

"A little yeah, we hang out sometimes. Why?" Jeremy asked, a curious eyebrow raised.

"Could ye do me a favor? Just a small one?" Foxy asked, an uncharacteristic, and almost frightening, look of worry on her face.

"Sure."

"Thank ye Jeremy. Could you please go to Mikey's 'ouse and check on 'im? For me? Please?" Foxy begged, seemingly about to start kissing the ground. Seems when Mike is concerned her pride can go to hell for all she cared about it.

"Oh…that's what you meant by a small favor. Should of seen that coming honestly. Sorry, but no." Jeremy said, unfortunately having to dash her hopes.

"What?!" Foxy exclaimed, an angry scowl on her face, demanding an explanation on the lanky man.

"That would be ridiculously rude…" Jeremy felt his confidence falter at Foxy intense glare. He was harshly reminded why Mike and Foxy got along so well.

"I didn't hear ye clearly. What did ye say again?"

Jeremy was in his car heading to Mike's apartment block before Foxy was even done speaking.

Mike's Apartment

Jeremy stood outside Mike's apartment with a uncomfortable sense of dread. He raised his hand to knock on Mike's door and was shocked to see that it was trembling. "The hell is wrong with me?" Jeremy said out loud in his confusion.

He knocked on the door multiple times and no sound of footsteps met his ears. He turned to leave, seeing that Mike wasn't actually at his home until he heard a loud *thump*. Jeremy felt a large knot form up in his throat and his skin got goose bumps.

He began silently panicking, thinking someone had broken in and murdered Mike, until a loud groan followed by a muffled sound of someone saying they were coming to the door. Jeremy let a large sigh of relief leave his mouth, glad he wouldn't have to fight a murderer or burglar in Mike's house.

The door was opened and the sight behind it made Jeremy cringe visibly. Mike's hair was disheveled, his eyes were baggy from lack of sleep, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was obviously drunk out of his mind.

"Mike? Mind if I come in?" Jeremy asked, forcing himself to stop the flood of questions that demanded be asked until he wasn't able to have a door slammed in his face.

Mike wordlessly, and slowly, responded and moved out of the way. Taking another drink of the clear liquid that burned his throat so badly and clouded his mind.

Jeremy looked around briefly and found that Mike's apartment looked like a burglar had actually boken in. Chairs and furniture was everywhere, glass bottles and photos were shattered, even the picture of the whole gang at the pizzeria was smashed.

"Mike?" Jeremy began, unsure of how to approach a drunk Mike. "Are you okay?" The dark look on Mike's face chilled Jeremy's bones. He felt like a small gazelle that had been cornered by a lion.

"What'd you ssshey?" Mike drunkenly slurred out, an angry tone lacing his voice.

"I asked if you were okay Mike. You obviously really angry and really drunk-" Jeremy had to literally jump out of the way of the half full glass of vodka thrown at his head, his own anger melting once he saw how utterly furious Mike was.

"Don't you tell me what I fuckin' am. I'm fine, sssay that again you little worm." Mike growled out, standing over the smaller man on the ground. Wobbling back and forth, but amazingly righting himself suddenly from pure anger.

"Mike what the hell?! Mike!" Jeremy exclaimed, feeling himself cowering at Mike's bewildering anger.

Mike glared down at Jeremy, before leaning on a nearby table and flipping it onto himself when he fell. Burying him under the table in a sight Jeremy would have found hilarious if it weren't for the situation he was in.

"Mike? Are you okay?" Jeremy asked cautiously, worried for his own safety and if his friend was okay.

"I'm ssshory Jeremy. I get angry when I'm drunk." He heard Mike mumble from underneath the remains of his table. Thankfully, for Jeremy, the jolt had caused Mike to come back to his nonviolent drunk state.

"Jesus Mike! You really should have told me you get violent when you get drunk like that! I almost had to pick glass out of my eyes." Jeremy angrily said, pulling his friend out of the rubble and placing him on the couch where Mike absentmindedly reached for the bottle he threw at Jeremy; pouting when he found it was missing.

"Why are you here anyway…I just want to be alone…" Mike pouted, trying to drown out the company he was not in the mood for.

"Mike I can't believe you! You missed Foxy's performance to get drunk! Do you have any idea how worried they all are? Do you know how upset Foxy was that you didn't show up? Do you even care?" Jeremy ranted, completely taken aback at how careless Mike seemed about missing Foxy's performance and not even showing up for work.

"Go away Jeremy. I don't need this now." Mike mumbled out, rolling over and attempting to block out Jeremy's, well placed mind you, anger and frustration.

"Go away? I'm sorry Mike, I might have left before you threw a fucking bottle at my head. But no, you have to be an angry drunk who you can barely talk to." Jeremy ranted, his voice drilling through Mike's skull and echoing in the emptiness where his brain should be.

Don't you start this, not fucking now. I will find you and I will fucking end you.

Yeah, no. You really deserve everything you get now.

"All right, that's it!" Mike suddenly burst out loud. His head snapping to Jeremy's direction with an obvious twitch in his eye from anger.

That's-" Jeremy began, only for Mike to hurriedly cut him off in his frustration.

"Foxy wants a god damn kid. Okay Jeremy? Foxy wants a little shitstain to run around the restaurant that she can say is hers. Guess what I found out last night? Can't can ya? Foxy can get pregnant after all! I can't deal with that could mean! Half fox, half human, all fox, all human. What the hell would it be? It's tearing me apart. This finally pushed me to have my first relapse in fifteen years. FIFTEEN YEARS JEREMY! That's fifteen fucking years of my life I just threw away. On top of that I have to deal with this motherfucker!" Mike finished his angry rant, tears of anger forming in his eyes but being held back by said anger and pointing a finger at the sky.

Jeremy was shocked beyond words. Foxy could get pregnant? Did that mean she already was pregnant? If Foxy an get pregnant, did that mean T. Foxy could get pregnant too? The shocking news, along with learning Mike was a recovering alcoholic who had just relapsed explained why he didn't want to be around anybody.

But who was 'this motherfucker'? "Mike, who is that motherfucker?"

"Some fat and stupid voice in my head that says he's written out my whole life at Freddy's! The worst part is he's fucking right! He proved it!" Mike yelled again.

Lol, you think you're intimidating.

"I will fucking murder you. You pathetic neck bearded piece of shit!" Mike yelled out again, raising a fist to the sky.

"Mike, I'm scared. Are you insane?" Jeremy whimpered out, peeking out from behind his chair at a man possessed by the rage of 'I am done with this guy's shit'.

Fight me irl faget. I'll rek you m8.

Mike growled so loudly that Jeremy thought his ears would burst. Mike was so absolutely, positively livid that steam was literally shooting out of his head. In one ferocious snarl of rage, Mike lifted up his fist and punched the air in front of him and created a swirling pool of nothing where his fist vanished.

"Mike where did your fist go?"

In Some Poor Mother's Basement

The bed creaked in harmony with the disgusting mountain dew and doritos flavored breath of the three-hundred pound laughing ball of fat, hair, and unwashed stank as he clicked away at a the laptop in his lap laughing manically to himself as he wrote his filthy fanfiction. His room pitch black, lit only by the screen in front of him.

"*privileged snort of an asthmatic* Oh my god *snort* my self-insert Naruto fanfic is almost complete. I just have to write the last three hundred words *snort* of my three way with Sakura and Tsunade and it will be finished!" The fat fuck said to himself, laughing and licking the doritos off of his finger right after he had scratched his ass.

Before he posted his literary and grammatical butchering of his incredibly epic seven-hundred word story, self-made porn of which he will never experience firsthand, he paused for a moment and stared at his laptop and then to his desktop gaming pc, all paid for by his mother's retirement fund of course, and remembered he had something else he needed to finish.

"Oh yeah right *snort* I need to finish my Five Night's at Freddy's fanfic too. Lol people think I'm so funny because I *snort* break the fourth wall all the time with Mike. I'm a genius, let's read the latest review."

Fatass moved his grubby little hands onto his mouse and panted at the exertion it required. He grabbed his wank rag and wiped his forehead with it. He panted heavily as he clicked the review button to read the latest review.

"Anonymous says: Go kill yourself, you retarded fuck."

"Aneurism69 says: I'd call you a retarded seal who rolled its face along a keyboard and posted it, but that would be an insult to all retarded seals."

"xxxswag_mlg69xxx says: OH mah gawd so funeh! Its perphect! Kp gong!"

The ball of fat began laughing to himself. "I'm a genius! I should be famous! Not like those douchebags that steal all of my girlfriends." He yelled in between his laughing fit, snorting so viciously afterwards that he needed to chug half of his two liter mountain dew to keep himself from passing out.

His laughing fit was interrupted by a soft and frail sounding voice from upstairs. "Ryan, honey, it's three in the morning sweetums. Please keep it down a little so I can sleep. I have work in the morning." The old and feminine voice said.

Ryan began foaming at the mouth in fatboy rage. "SHUT THE FUCK UP *snort* MOM! GOD I HATE YOU!"

Before the, beyond chubby, bastard could scream any further, a hand shot out from a swirling tear in the fabric of space and wrapped itself painfully tight around his throat. The tear suddenly spread to twice the size he was, so it was fucking huge, and pulled him through into the world he so terribly tortured.

Back in Mike's Apartment

Mike now held the entire bane of his existence in his hand, after he tore him from his own dimension and into this one. "So…*pant*…it was you…the whole time…" Mike spit out, his eyes turning into pools of red as he stared at the horribly stanky pile of lard in his hand as he passed out from the exertion of trying to tear himself out of Mike's hand.

Jeremy didn't even need to know who this man was to know he was a pile of dirt. So he stuck his fingers in his ears and turned around as Mike began brutally beating the piss out of the man he had yanked between dimensions.

Later After the Corpse Was Disposed of

"Better?" Jeremy asked, already beginning to forget what had just happened.

"My god yes. I have waited so long to do that." Mike said, an indescribable blissful feeling wrapping itself around weary and drunk mind after finally murdering someone.

Jeremy sighed, "Mike…I don't know what you want me to say…hell I don't even know what to say. You have issues that I can't help you work out. This is something you have to come to terms with with Foxy's help. So, when you're ready, no one will bother you at Freddy's when you come in to talk to her. Everyone will know not to bother you until you talk to them okay? Even Foxy." He explained, scratching the back of his head in a nervous tick.

"Fine…I'm sorry I was so awful Jeremy. Another reason I don't want a kid is what happens when I have another relapse and I Use my kid as a punching bag Jeremy? What happens? I'll tell you what happens, after Foxy leaves me, after beating me half to death, I'd blow my own brains out." That was the last thing Mike said to Jeremy before he left. Leaving Mike alone with his own demons again.

He stared angrily at the watery mark where the vodka he threw at Jeremy hit the wall and slapped himself in the face, hard. He was an absolute train wreck, all because he was too weak to say no to that alcohol he saw at the gas station. He was pathetic, he didn't' deserve friends like Jeremy or Bonnie, or Freddy, or Chica. He sure as hell didn't deserve a girlfriend like Foxy, all of the shit he put her through and she was still there waiting for him.

Mike laughed to himself, "You don't deserve to be there Mike. But you're going anyway aren't you?" He stood up, slipped on a coat, grabbed some money for a cab because his drunk ass could barely stand, and promptly slipped on the bloodstained from the thing he just beat to death in his apartment.

"That fat bastard ruined my coat!" Mike exclaimed in anger as he looked at his, now red, arm.

Somewhere down in the fiery pits of hell, Ryan laughed as he got one last victory over Mike. Right before he was decapitated for the third time and had the demon's cock shoved down his neck stump and out his asshole again.

At Freddy's

Mike stood outside the door's to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria with an uncomfortable sense of nothing. He knew he should feel angry at himself, he knew he should feel frightened at Foxy's reaction, he knew he should feel something.

And yet, nothing. His whole mind was blank for the first time in years. It wasn't from the alcohol, he knew that, but something felt much different about entering Freddy's again. It almost felt like his second day on the job, but with no terror.

So with a heavy sigh, and an even heavier mind, he pushed open the door and braced himself for the onslaught of questions.

The ones that didn't come.

Jeremy had kept his word and all of the animatronics simply looked over at his direction and gave him simple waves and greetings. Even Foxy stood still and didn't charge him, a fact he was extremely grateful for. He would have enough time telling all of this to Foxy, let alone everybody.

Something deep down inside of him, something deep in his heart, told him everything would be fine though. Especially with that mysterious bulge in Foxy's uniform…

Oh god no.

A/N: Done, after so long I finally finished this god damn thing. Ugh, so much procrastinating! Anyway, if people want, they can look out for my other stuff. But I'm going to be taking a break from Five Nights at Freddy's though. Regardless, thank you all for the immense love and support of this story. You guys are the absolute best and I love every single one of you to fucking bits, because without you this story simply would not be.

You best expect something very soon after FNAF 3 comes out. After I play the piss out of it and inevitably rage at how hard that cocksucking game is

And yes, my actual name is Ryan.