Disclaimer- I don't own Fnaf. Wish i could though.

His grip went slack as the supervisor grabbed the clipboard out of Mike's hands, turning to his workers, bellowing out to them to continue working. All the while, Mike stood there helplessly, making eye contact with the animatronics as they were loaded onto the trucks.

His concentration on the sentient robots is suddenly ripped over to the sound of a car screeching to a halt. At that moment everyone stops what they're doing to turn and watch as a familiar figure steps out of their car in hurried and staggering motions, nearly slipping on ice twice.

Mike's face lifts into a hopeful trace of a smile as he watches his boss rush over to him and the supervisor. But soon dips into a frown as he remembers the document on the clipboard. No, he'd already approved it, was there even a chance he was here to cancel the move?

"What are you guys doing here?", Mr. Cawthon said as he finally stopped in front of them. The supervisor presented him the clipboard, to which his boss took and studied.

"We are doing just as your ordered so sir, move the animatronics to the scrapyard. Just as you ordered...", the supervisor said, shooting a look at Mike, before pointing at the order form. "...Right here. It's been reviewed thoroughly by yours truly, and is now being completed as you can see Mr. Cawthon."

The finality in his tone made Mike glare at the guy, wanting nothing more than to land a punch at the guys face. The thought was interrupted as Mr. Cawthon spoke once again, his voice conveying something other than satisfaction or gladness.

"Well, according to this order, which you so graciously reviewed thoroughly, you got the dates wrong and are moving my appliances on the wrong date", Mr. Cawthon says with a raised brow, crossing his arms after the supervisor snatches the board out of his boss's hands.

Mike's face lifts into a smile as he watches the guy's face fall into a look of embarrassment. "Oh, I-I'm sorry sir", the guy apologized as he scratched his head, utterly confused. "I must have gotten the date wrong, well, we can still take them to the dump if you'd like Mr. Caw-"

"The dump?!", Mr. Cawthon interrupted incredulously. "I never wanted them to be taken there! They were supposed to be transferred to another location to be used for parts, not scrapped!"

Mike watched as the douchebag backpedaled, or tried to at least. He sputtered and tried to explain himself, but Mr. Cawthon just held a hand up.

"Absolutely unprofessional work. And I don't suppose you even handled the animatronics with care, did you?", Mr. Cawthon said, only to receive a nervous look from the guy. Mr. Cawthon sighed. "Of course not. Just return the animatronics to their places, i'll have a talk with your manager about this and we can come up with an agreement for damage costs."

At that the guy's face dropped, and he panickcally tried to weasel out negotiation, "No wait! We can drive it to the new location, we can do that. And the damages aren't that big, just a spark or two. Come on man, we don't need to call my boss."

Mike swerved his head over to Mr. Cawthon, who regarded him with a knowing smile. Mike smiled, Then we both agree, they guy's an asshat.

"No, I don't think i'll take your offer", Mr. Cawthon says with a charming smile, catching the guy completely off-guard, before scowling.

"Give me one good reason why not?", he grinds out sending a glare to a now-smiling Mike.

"Black ice", Mr. Cawthon says with a finality, shutting the supervisor of the moving company up. Mike blanks for a bit, the irony that he was complaining about the stuff just earlier hitting him first, then the incredulousness of the explanation sets in.

He shoots a quick look at his boss, Mr. Cawthon not turning to address it this time, before turning his attention back the the supervisor.

Mike watches the guy grumble for a bit before he calls the movers to put everything back. Both him and Mr. Cawthon stay in place, watching the movers move everything back into the restaurant, Mike keeping a particular close eye on Freddy, the only one that was actually mounted into the trucks.

He jumped just a bit as he made eye-contact with Freddy, his bright blue eyes boring into his own. Mike frowned, guilt swarming in from the previous days. He should have been here earlier...

After a moment he looks at Mr. Cawthon, who was equally watching the last of the animal-themed robots be hauled back inside. He then slowly asks after a moment of watching his boss, "So, why didn't you take the offer, really?"

"Well, first part of the reason is because of the date, it's the wrong one and they should be more professional. Second part, as well as why i'm here, the time. I told them that they had to move everything out before twelve, before your shift", Mr. Cawthon says, pausing for a bit as he watches one of the movers struggle to unload Freddy.

He continues after a moment. "Ideally, they were here on time at 10 P.M. and they should have been able to move them out quickly enough to leave an hour before twelve. I received a call from them and made my way over here to stop them.

"But when I checked my watch, it was 10 before twelve. I hoped they hadn't left yet and rushed all the way over here. Almost getting into a crash, luckily it didn't happen. I don't understand why or how time moved that quickly, but for some reason it took longer than expected.

"Either way. I can't have them parading around here at twelve, it's too much of a liability risk", he trailed off for a second before perking up. "But of course there's nothing dangerous or potentially harmful that could go on after 12! Haha!"

Mike rolled his eyes, smiling lightly at his boss' attempt at misleading him. The moment soon dies down to uncertainty in conversation.

"So what happens now?", Mike asks as he watches Freddy be taken back to the restaurant, his brow furrowing in concern as a spark emitted from Freddy's neck.

"Depending on damages, maybe close up shop till moving day. I don't want malfunctioning animatronics being around customers", Mr. Cawthon said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"The company would wring my throat if anything went wrong. We are in a sensitive position right now on insurance costs and budgetary arrangements, me can't really afford a mechanic-"

"I can fix them…"

Mr. Cawthon whipped around to him with a shocked expression, while Mike mentally slapped himself. Why did I say that?!

"What? Why?", Mr. Cawthon asked in a stunned horror.

Mike took a breath, scrambling for an explanation, "I-I mean, it… it just doesn't seem fair." Fuck, no! Backpedal! Backpedal!

"Unfair?", Mr. Cawthon asked with confusion.

"I mean, we can't just go out like this. Freddy Fazbear's been open for a long time, and has a nostalgic and… special place in people's hearts. If we must go out, we have to at least leave a good image…", Mike's argument died out in nervousness as he watched his boss take a pensive stance.

He watched as his boss took a glance at the restaurant, something akin to a distraught expression on his face. Falling into a solemn look. Mike felt himself talk without warning once more, blurting out more pleads.

"Please! This place… really means, well, something to me" This place means something to them, their last days here can't end like this.

"We can't take a hit like this and fall over!" They need to be able to perform! It'll break them if they don't.

"I can repair them!" I need to make it up to them. I'll be there this time.

"Please." Let me go apologize.

Mr. Cawthon sighed.

"Alright."

"Really?!", Mike exclaimed, finally falling out of his stupor. He watches his boss with amazement with how easily he agreed to it.

"Yes. I won't understand why this means so much to you, but I can see it does. I'll let you do it. You have proven to me you are a good worker and a fantastic engineer", Mr. Cawthon says begrudgingly, shooting a few worried glances at the pizzeria. "And we really don't need another bad headline..."

Mike's face breaks into a smile. "Thank you Mr. Cawthon. I'll be sure t do a great job with them."

His boss turns to smile at him, gesturing for him to walk with him into the pizzeria. "Yeah, well. I was honestly considering saying no."

"So why didn't you say no?", Mike asks as he moves out of the way of the movers, who've just finished putting everything back in place.

Mr. Cawthon pauses for a moment as he watches the moving crew and their now grumbling supervisor depart. "Well for one, it seems like you really are invested into going through with this. Two, I can't just send you home like that."

"Why?", Mike asks as they walk up to the sidewalk entrance of the Pizzeria.

"Black ice", Mr. Cawthon simply says with an easy smile as he grabs the pizzeria's keys the movers left at the entrance.

Mike stops for a moment before laughing at the answer.

Mr. Cawthon laughs along as they step foot into the pizzeria. "Yeah, but seriously. That stuff is really prone to causing accidents. On my way here, I spotted a car that crashed into a lampost. Did you know anything about that?"

Mike stops for a second, a sheepish smile forming on his face. His boss raised a worried brow.

A/N- Wow! Got this out in less than a month. I'm getting better at this! Anyways, did you all see the ending to VR fnaf. Pretty dark right? And what'd you think of Black ice part 2? I'm honestly looking forward to how deep Mike will dig his grave...