A/N: Dat bandwagon doe. In all seriousness, this may be the strangest bandwagon ever, but who am I to complain once I've joined it? Oh who am I kidding, this is the shit.

Mike's thinking.

Animatronics are talking here.

Monday

Wonder how many security guards before me tried this? At least one of them had to have tried…considering they're probably dead I bet they haven't.

This was the train of thought that the night watch of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza had gone as he hooked up his portable generator that he had used his whole paycheck to buy.

Fuck yeah, the PowerGen Five Thousand bitches. I won't be running out of power anytime soon. Keep the doors closed all nights. Get. Me. Now.

The once depressingly decrepit security office that he used to scream like a little girl in was beginning to look a lot more accommodating. Minus all the cobwebs, dust, mold, other nasty things, etc. etc. What he liked about it was his salary be raised to a full-time employee this week so he would soon be pimping out his office as well as he could. He began to understand why he was paid so piss poorly before. No use paying someone who couldn't stay around…or live.

Yeah he knew that this should be the last place he should be at now. But he didn't care, beating these…things, was the biggest accomplishment to him. Plus thirty dollars an hour was pretty sweet for a security guard.

Mike Schmidt glanced at the clock that read ten till midnight. He had a death wish, that death wish was to walk straight into Freddy's face and flip him the bird and walk all the way back to his office holding both of his birds out and calling Freddy every profanity he knew.

He imagined the whole scenario play out in his head until his clock hitting midnight told him it was time to test out his new contraption.

He hit both door buttons and grinned when his power stayed at full, despite the large power consumption. Nice thing about student loans is that you way over qualified for the shit you have to do to pay it off, and Mike happened to major in mechanical engineering. Deciding since he was alone, he would challenge the animatronics, namely Freddy, and open the doors until one of them showed up at the door where he would shut them and never open them again.

Doesn't say anywhere in my contract that I can't bring my own stuff to my shift…I should have brought games.

Silly Mike, you're too fucking broke to have games.

Dick.

What? Oh shit, fourth wall!

Mike glanced down at the cameras before deciding to say fuck it and just leave them on. It was Monday so the animatronics shouldn't be all that active. Plus he might as well put his generator to good use.

I should figure out who the phone guy was. They have tax records right? Employee stuff? I should be able to find them somewhat easily and get the phone guy's name.

He looked at the camera's again and watched it black out signifying that one of the bear's lackeys had moved. Sure enough when the camera feed returned the bunny had moved to the dining room and the duck was gone. The smashes and rattles and pots was a clear give away to where it was though.

Fairly active tonight, oh well. It is twelve thirty so I guess they could…pirate cove's empty…

Mike Schmidt calmly smashed his hand onto the door button, but he hesitated slightly before pressing it and barely suppressed a giggle when he heard the metal fox fucker smash into the door before pounding on it.

You guys are more active tonight for sure…stop pounding on my fucking door.

Instead of stopping its pounding, Foxy kept on banging on the door. Escalating in strength with each succeeding hit.

Mike glared at the door until it started shaking. Thankfully Foxy padded away just as he thought he would knock the door down.

Mike went back to the camera and spotted that the bunny had moved into the closet while Chica had moved into the girls room. God knows what she needed to be in there for.

The cove's curtain is closed, Freddy hasn't moved. We are good to go.

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

Mike nearly jumped out of his seat when he heard the vicious beating of his door by one of the animatronics.

It's the damn fox again. Go the fuck away!

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

Again the pounding continued, sounding less like it was using its hands and more like ramming the door with its full body.

Mike lost his temper and his composure. "GO THE FUCK AWAY!" He yelled through the door, loud enough to reverberate off the walls.

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

"DO IT AGAIN FAGGOT! I DARE YOU!"

*BAM* *whoosh* *CRASH*

Mike watched with a shit eating grin as Foxy charged, expecting to ram into the door again, and run straight through his office and out the other door straight into Chica. He didn't sit and stare at the crumpled heap for long though and shut both doors and listened.

Nothing happened for a while before Mike suddenly heard the dreaded Toreador March being played outside his window. Curious, he picked up the flashlight he had brought and shined it outside the window to catch what seemed to be Freddy dragging Foxy by his tail back to the dining room. When he shined the light on Foxy's face he watched as he gave him the biggest stink eye.

He flipped him off and laughed at the enraged expression on the Fox's face.

Thankfully he had audio on that camera the best and what he heard nearly made him cake his pants.

In a deep southern voice he heard Freddy say "The hell you doin' with Chica boy?"

Sweet baby Jesus they were sentient and that meant they probably knew about the generator and all kinds of other weird shit.

"I ain't ye boy Freddy! That thar guard be doin' somethin' with the power! The boy still has full power even after I wailed on it."

He can dodge questions? Is…is that thing embarrassed about being tangled up with Chica?

"You expect me to believe that? I saw you trying to tear poor Chica's throat out with you pathetic hook. You were always the unruly one. It's why you always got stricter punishments." It was intriguing and mesmerizing to watch the argument between what Mike had thought to be mindless animatronics. Even Bonnie had ditched his supply closet to watch.

Foxy looked pissed. "Ye really think that laddie?! She be family to me as well you." The duck in question had looked to be about to say something before Freddy cut her off.

"Go to you cove right now and don't come out till morn'. I see you out tonight and I will whoop you so good you won't know which way was up." Freddy silenced all further discussion when he bitch slapped Foxy onto his ass.

Mike heard the sound of metal hitting metal and felt something he didn't really know how to feel about. Guilt.

The fuck…this is so…messed up I guess…I'm so confused.

Mike wasn't all that surprised when Freddy was all alone and stared straight through the camera at him.

"Not a bloody word to another living soul you hear me boy?"

Nice try you fucking bear. I'm going to blackmail the shit out of you.

"Like to see you try and stop me!" Mike shouted down the hallway loud enough so he knew the bear heard. He got his confirmation when Freddy glared at, no through, the camera and started walking towards him.

Mike looked at his clock and saw that it was five till six when Freddy knocked on his door.

Does he honestly expect me to open the door?

His question was answered for him when Freddy violently raised the door himself and crushed the generator with his large metal paw. Mike stared up into the animatronic's face and felt terrified to the bone.

"Listen here boy and listen well and good. Tell a soul what happened here tonight and you'll wish I shoved you into a suit."

Mike stared in shock as a terrifying realization struck him.

"You know I'm a human."

Freddy glared at him heatedly. "Course we know boy. You take us fer idiots?"

"Then why try and stuff me in a suit!" Mike didn't get an answer when Freddy violently grabbed his neck and pulled him to be eye level.

"Because it's fun boy! Watching you squirm like you are now is hilarious!" Freddy yelled in his face.

Mike was beginning to see double, but he saw something deep in Freddy's eyes, something much more troubling than his aggressiveness. It was something he couldn't place and it scared him.

"You get me boy?" Freddy squeezed a little harder and it made Mike wheeze what little air was left in his lungs.

"Yes!"

But Freddy wasn't satisfied. "Yes what?"

"YES SIR!" Mike shouted out with as much force as he could.

"Good boy."

Just like that it was over. Freddy was on his stage, ready to perform and Mike was back at his home. His earlier confidence with his generator completely gone. At least he had been level headed enough to grab the remains of his generator so he could get a refund.

Tuesday

What compelled him to go back? No clue, dude's fucking crazy.

Fuck off.

Mike arrived at Freddy's ready to earn his much larger paycheck. He had weighed the option against the new jobs that had sprung up and this job now overpaid them all. Mike had half an hour until midnight and he spent every moment of it cowering in fear.

I will die tonight. Freddy will bust in here and rip my head off or whatever he wanted to do to me. I've decided I'll just pay this month's rent and I'll quit. I'd like to see that fucking bear kill me when I'm not here.

Mike felt like it was his first night again, even though he was beginning to piece together the reaction by Freddy yesterday. It reminded him a lot about his old home life with his abusive father. It was why Mike felt the guilty when Foxy got slapped, his older brother got a lot of the punishment before he went too far and accidently put him in a coma. At least his mother was able to go through with the charges.

Stewing in past depression made the time go by too quickly and it was now twelve thirty and Mike didn't even bother checking the cameras yet. Surprisingly he found no one had moved yet, not an inch. He honestly didn't expect Foxy to move much.

What surprised him was when he heard a soft tap on his glass that made him throw the door down. How had he not seen it or heard it? Once it was clear that the taps on his glass wouldn't go away he grabbed the flashlight and shone it out the window to see…Foxy?

Foxy now had become far less ragged and seemed to wear clothes on its top and bottom, though they were somewhat tattered. He now had two little mounds on his chest that resembled breast far too much to be a coincidence. He still had a fairly tattered body with a showing endoskeleton and it seemed his whole body was a little smaller. His head no longer had a broken jaw and it fit snugly like it was supposed to.

Once they made eye contact, Mike saw no mal intent in Foxy's eyes. He debated opening the door when he saw the power usage and begrudgingly forced himself to hit the door button. Hoping Foxy would just wander off since all patterns of normalcy had simply been thrown out the window.

Fuck it, I'm gonna die anyway.

"Morning laddie, I suppose ye be wonerin' about yesterday?" He said, in a definitively female voice.

"Please go away. Freddy's already pissed at me enough as it is." Mike asked the apparently female Foxy in front of him.

"That makes two of us laddie. I've been in 'is sights before and it is something awful. Come to think of it…I've always been in 'is sights. Ever since…"

Mike didn't have to be a detective to guess what she meant. "The bite of '87?"

Foxy nodded her head. "Aye, that be the trouble maker it is."

"Can I ask why?"

"He been attacking one of me mateys he was. Beatin' on the poor boy like he was garbage that didn't fit in the can."

"Why was he beating on the kid in the first place?"

Foxy shrugged her shoulders. "I wasn't on stage when it started, all I did was finish it. Ye going to beat on a wee one ye best be ready to get beat on."

"I'm still alive why?"

Foxy growled pretty fiercely. "To hell with 'im! He wants to pick favorites then I'll let 'im pick his favorites. I'm here to help ye matey. That blasted bear 'as gone too far this time."

"Why did he smack you in the first place?"

"Cause he's so worried about 'is favorite little one that he lets it blind 'im from what the real problem is. He 'asn't even talked to 'is son in years."

"Are you all right? Like, you've got some serious issues."

"If ye grew up in such blasted family like this, then ye would have issues."

"Actually, I grew up in an abusive home."

"I-I be sorry laddie." The news stopped Foxy's rant cold and she looked slightly ashamed.

"Brother's been in a coma since he was seventeen cause of how much he beat on him."

"I…"

Mike held up his hand. "Don't be sorry, you had no idea and you've had it rough too. You weren't in the wrong for complaining about your family life." If she would tell him about her shit family life he might as well tell her about his.

To his surprise Foxy laughed softly. "Seems we be something of kindred spirits aye laddie?"

"Can I ask why you are apparently a girl? Everyone who's talked about you talks like you're a guy."

Foxy raised an eyebrow in a motion that seemed to say 'really?' and shook her head softly.

"I always been a a lass matey. But lads in general are more terrifying to other lads so I went ahead and threw together a male suit. I never bothered makin' it public knowledge again since everyone seemed to forget about ol' Foxy. Plus switchin' in an' out of that other suit is time consuming."

"I appreciate the offer to help, but Freddy already showed me this whole thing was a game. Pulled up the closed door at the end of the day and broke my generator."

"So that's how ye power didn't go down when I wailed on these here doors. Gotta hand it to ye matey, ye got courage. Though ye ain't the first to try."

"I wasn't?"

Foxy shook her head. "Nope, last guard tried it. Went pretty far too until Freddy wanted the lad dead and saying to hell with the game."

The last sentence brought Mike's blood to a boil. So Freddy was just killing people because he damn well felt like it?

"Though it wasn't always like that."

Mike shook his head in understanding, knowing that everything simply went to hell when Foxy lost her temper on a dirtbag's skull. Those supposed murders didn't help either.

"I think I know why he's so upset. You guys are closing by the end of the year and who knows what'll happen to you guys after that happens."

Foxy sighed heavily. "Aye, that probably be a big culprit. I miss me old family."

The two remained in silence with Foxy sitting on his desk while he checked the cameras noticing that Bonnie and Chica were gone from the stage. He quickly scrolled through the cameras and didn't find them anywhere. He pressed the door lights and found that both of the animatronics stood outside his doors. He quickly shut them.

"So exactly how are you supposed to help me again?" Mike asked a little upset that Foxy didn't say a word about the other animatronics being outside his door.

"Cause they were looking at me rather than you. You hear me Chica?! Tell Freddy he can walk the plank for all I care about him anymore!" Foxy said, nearly charging the closed door.

Soon enough both of them left his doors and he could open them again. "I suppose Freddy will be here soon now."

To his surprise Foxy shook her head. "I doubt it. We three be a lot closer than we are to Freddy…I was just angry…I'll be back matey." Mike watched Foxy leave his office and leave him alone.

I don't know what to think anymore…this is awesome and confusing and terrifying all at the same time.

Mike watched on the camera what seemed to be Foxy talking to Chica. Since it seemed to be private he closed it down and decided to check on Freddy and found he hadn't moved. Guess his hearing wasn't that good.

Eventually Foxy came back and plopped herself back onto his desk. "So what was that about?"

"I told Chica I that I wasn't angry with 'er. It isn't fair to give 'er a hard time for what Freddy Fazfuck did."

Mike couldn't stop himself from giggling at Foxy's colorful use of Freddy's full name. Even Foxy herself couldn't help but laugh at her own little joke when she saw him laughing at it.

"So what happens when Freddy comes in here and rips my head off?"

"Ye be me matey so I won't let him do something so petty as long as I be here."

"Thanks a bunch. This is the only job I can get, to be honest I'm just going to pay my rent this month and quit."

Foxy seemed fairly surprised at his question and she seemed a little sad at the news.

"I, that be fer the best matey."

"One last question since it's almost six. What happens to you when Freddy learns you wouldn't let the others in here? What if he happens to just waltz down here like he will later in the week?"

Foxy was picking at her hook and didn't look at Mike when she answered his question. "It be best to let me worry about such things laddie. Rest easy knowin' that while I'm here nothing will happen to ye."

"Thanks, even though it was my fault this all happened. Sorry by the way."

Foxy laughed lightly before shrugging away the apology with her hand. "Don't worry about that laddie. It was definitely a clever way to stop me wailing on ye door. If I didn't run into Chica then I'd have stuck me hook in ye eye and ripped the skull out of ye head."

Mike gulped audibly. "Thanks for the image."

The rest of the night passed in silence with only the occasional metal on metal sound of Foxy's tail smacking into the leg of his table. Once the timer rang though Foxy watched him go briefly before apparently snapping out of a trance and shaking her head sadly before heading to her cove.

Weird.

Wednesday

Mike had been compelled to put his engineering skills to good use since he got his degree. But the way the economy worked, he couldn't get a job in his field of expertise until he worked a job he was way too overqualified to do for however long it took for an employer to give him a shot.

But regardless, his current situation at Freddy's gave him a fairly good reason to try and fuck around with the animatronics without getting turned to paste.

This is how we come upon Mike Schmidt, with his wrenches and screw drivers thrown about his desk, repairing the aging and neglected animatronic. When he felt his job was done he backed off gave her room to survey her newly repaired body.

"I be a sailor's wench I be. Ye've done something for ol' Foxy that no one has." Foxy's face was almost aglow with joy as she examined her body where there were once holes and rust spots and finding nothing.

Mike shrugged her praise off with a smile. "I have an mechanical engineering degree and refuse to let it stew for years without using it. Plus it was my way of thanking you for at least guaranteeing my life for a while."

"Can I ask ye somethin matey?"

"Sure."

"Did ye enjoy feeling this old lass up and down while ye fixed 'er?"

Mike was heavily flustered by the question, he didn't even think about where his hands had touched and roamed or what parts he wasn't supposed to touch. But she was just a robot right and the thought hadn't even occurred to him.

Foxy broke him out of his embarrassed stupor by laughing and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Relax matey, ye had permission to touch me while ye fixed me. I was just tryin' to spice things up in here since all we seem to do is talk."

Mike wouldn't meet her eyes when she talked to him, he refused to show her that his face had turned a shade of red equal to that of a tomato.

Foxy lowered herself to eye level and forced Mike to look her in the eyes with her hook. "Did ye honestly take that for real matey?"

"No…I was just worried what'll happen to you when Freddy gets to you." He lied.

Foxy sighed, betraying her own apprehension about that very scenario. "Check the cameras."

Mike did so and found what he didn't want to see, Freddy was gone. A frantic check of the cameras found him in pirate cove, holding the curtain open and apparently looking for something. Something he had never saw him do.

"He's in pirate cove."

"Let me see matey."

The two of them watched as Freddy stared into pirate cove for a moment longer before the camera feed cut out signifying he was moving.

Mike began sweating profusely. "Where did he go?!"

"Relax, he's back on the stage."

Once his camera feed had returned Mike found out Freddy had indeed moved back to the stage, though he was now alone.

He nearly jumped out of his seat when he heard tapping on the glass where Chica would always stare. When the lights turned on he found Chica was again staring through the glass, but smiling and waving once she noticed she had his attention.

"Hello Mr. Security Guard! Hi Foxy!" Chica waved happily to the two of them, leaving Mike to awkwardly wave his hand back and Foxy to smile and flash her hook in greeting.

"Ahoy Chica! So what brings ye down here to me and me mate's office?"

"Freddy sent me here to break Mr. Security Guard's neck like a twig! But I stopped when I saw he was fixing you. So I told Freddy and he went to check pirate cove and now he won't say anything. So I came to say hi." Thankfully for Mike, Chica had remained outside his office with her face pressed to the glass.

"Is that so?" Foxy said, glaring at Chica.

"Yep! But that was a while ago and now I don't want to hurt Mr. Security Guard since he was so nice to you! So can I ask you, Mr. Security Guard, to fix me too?"

"I-I guess, but I don't see anything wrong with you. Call me Mike by the way."

"Okay Mr. Mike! But I meant if something was wrong with me."

"S-Sure thing Chica."

After the awkward exchange Chica wandered off and from the pots and pans being smacked together she had ended up back in the kitchen.

"I guess we may be expectin' ol Freddy soon."

"Oh god…" Mike said while burying his face in his hands.

After a little more friendly banter Mike checked the clock and saw that it only read two. On that realization he yawned fairly big and loud. Stretching while he did so and sighing with pleasure as his back popped.

"Is it all right with you if I get a little sleep? I couldn't get any at all last night."

"Aye laddie, get as much sleep as ye need. I'll be here when ye wake up."

With that, Mike slept in his chair with his hat over his eyes and his feet kicked up on his desk.

He didn't wake up to the clock like he expected to, instead he was woken by a soft humming that sounded very pleasing to his ears.

"What are you singing?" Unsurprisingly, Mike felt Foxy jump hard enough to shake his desk.

"Don't frighten me like that laddie! I thought ye was Freddy!"

Mike apologized profusely, while laughing like a prick.

"Sorry, but I kind of want to know what you were singing."

Foxy sighed through her nose, making a hissing sound that showed her light annoyance. "It was a jolly sea shanty I used to sing to me little mateys back when I used to perform. Since ye are a good matey of mine I decided to try and work the vocal chords again."

Mike smiled as he sat up in his chair and stretched the exhaustion from his bones. "Well it was lovely. I'd like to hear the rest of it."

For once, it seemed Foxy was the one embarrassed and it mad Mike grin at her which only seemed to make her even more embarrassed. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Mike's eye.

"S-Sure matey, I can do that for ye. But it'll have to wait." She said, shortly after the clock chimed its familiar tune that meant it was six.

"See you tomorrow Foxy!" mike said enthusiastically waving at her.

"See ye tomorrow Mikey-" Foxy's hand flew to her mouth when she noticed what had escaped in embarrassment and ran back to her cove in embarrassment.

That's a little weirder than yesterday.

On the way out, Mike could have sworn he saw Freddy watching him. The scary thing was he was probably right.

Thursday

It was now one in the morning and Mike was getting fairly scared.

Foxy wasn't here yet and Freddy was on the move.

Mike gulped audibly everytime he heard Freddy's loud and boisterous laugh telling him he was moving. He glanced at the cameras again and sighed in relief when he saw that Freddy was back in the dining room, leaving him be for now.

"Where are you Foxy?" Mike said to himself, checking the cove again and again throughout the night and finding that Foxy hadn't moved the whole time.

Mike was surprised when he heard Freddy's Toreador March again, but far closer than before. Out of instinct he shut the door and heard the dreaded music pause before getting quieter.

How did he get here so quick? He was just in the dining room!

The whole thing was too much for Mike's poor heart. It beat so hard and fast he could feel it in his throat. He swallowed hard and checked the cameras again spotting Freddy in the darkness of the restrooms.

Mike checked the stage cameras again and found that both Bonnie and Chica were still there. He quickly switched around and stopped at Pirate cove where he saw Foxy staring out at him through the camera. Or at least her inside the busted up suit.

So that's why Freddy glared at me yesterday.

Mike felt his stomach tie into knots as his temperament nearly boiled over.

What the hell is his problem? I'd like to see what he could do if I had a baseball bat.

Then Mike remembered that Freddy had simply raised the door when he was by him. He then doubted a baseball would do much considering Foxy had just smashed into the door again and again without any apparent damage.

What are these guys made of? Fucking Superman?

Mike made a mental note that if he were to survive tonight he would find out what these things were made of and what could short circuit them. Checking the stage and pirate cove again, Mike noticed Chica had moved and Foxy was out of her curtain ready to run. He heard Freddy's laugh and slammed the door down out of fear. Good thing too, he heard Freddy apparently growl at him before he laughed again and appeared back in the dining room.

Chica's in the kitchen, Bonnie is on- gone, I know where Freddy is, Foxy hasn't sprinted at me yet, it almost five. Come on Mike, you can do this.

Mike repeated this to himself until he calmed down. He had thirty percent power and debated just closing the doors for the night. He heard quick footsteps coming from the west hall and shut the door and sadly heard Foxy pound on the door before walking off.

Mike sighed and raised the door only for a voice he hadn't heard before scare the piss out of him.

"I heard you, Chica, and Foxy are good buddies now. Can I talk to you?" It was Bonnie and apparently he wasn't being violent this time.

Mike slammed the door out of habit and heard the rabbit sigh through the door. Mike hit the lights after a few minutes and saw that the bunny was still there.

"Freddy's done for the night. Will you open the door now? Like, I legit need to talk to you." Okay, Bonnie spoke like a keyboard warrior and that made Mike hesitantly open the door to see the terrifyingly blank face of his used-to-be killer.

"Good, now we're getting somewhere." Bonnie said as he entered the office.

Mike glanced at his clock and internally screamed when it only read five.

Despite this, Mike gulped down his fear for a coherent response. "W-What do you need t-to talk about?"

"About what happened after you left. See, your shift ends at six but the manager doesn't come in until eight. We all know you saw Freddy giving you this terrible stink eye and after you left Freddy went straight for Foxy's cove."

The rabbit's choice of words confused Mike slightly. "Don't you mean he went to Foxy's cove?"

The rabbit shook his head. "Nope, if you saw how Freddy was walking you would of said the same thing. You also would of said the same thing if you heard the racket back there afterwards."

Mike glared heatedly at the rabbit in front of him. Only keeping his outburst in check because he wanted to hear the rest of what happened.

"I'm going to be honest with you man. I like you, Chica likes you, hell, I think Foxy really likes you. I'm cool with you being our security guard but Freddy's the boss for a reason. I think what happened back there was Freddy tearing apart Foxy's real suit and shoving her inside the old one. I almost interfered, I really did, but he's a lot stronger than all of us and Chica talked me out of it."

Mike's anger for the rabbit dissipated as a sick feeling swelled in his stomach. He slunk back in his seat and buried his head in his hands.

"I knew something like this would happen. All I'm doing is watching cameras! Why is he so adamant about this?"

"I don't know bud. I talked to her after what happened, since Freddy just tends to ignore me, but she wouldn't say a thing to me even after I brought you up. I do have to say though, fixing her up was pretty cool."

"Thanks Bonnie for telling me this. Can you tell me why Foxy told me that Freddy has always had it out for her since '87?"

The big rabbit sighed heavily. "Well…where do I begin? I suppose I'll tell you about the guy who got bit first. She told you he was beating on his kid right?"

When Mike nodded Bonnie continued. "Well that guy was actually her technician. See, we all get our own technicians and that's a big reason why she's in disrepair. No one would take her job after that and she was decommissioned. Freddy saw who she bit and seemed to completely forget why she bit him. To tell you the truth, all of us were about to go ballistic on that motherfucker, keep our autonomy secret be damned. Foxy just beat us all to it. The way Freddy sees it though, if she would bite her own technician then how long until she would go after one of us? Stupid, absolutely stupid."

Mike grumbled angrily. "Took the words right out of my mouth."

"Then those murders made Freddy lose faith in humanity."

Those words caught Mike's attention. "What do you mean?" He asked the rabbit to elaborate.

"Well…those kids that went missing? They were all…kind of…stuffed inside Freddy. Every single one of them. The crazy bastard deactivated all of us before he did it too. Poor Freddy had to sit there while one of previous security guard shoved each screaming and kicking kid inside of him. One. After. Another. To make it worse, the guy was never convicted and came back to work until Freddy did something unspeakable to him. He framed the whole thing on some poor janitor."

The story made Mike shiver and his stomach queasy. So queasy that he threw up into the trashcan by his desk. Mike now understood why Freddy glared at him like he did. He despised security guard ever since the incident.

"Are you all right?" Bonnie asked, placing a comforting hand on the back of the wheezing human in front of him.

Mike waved him off while he shakily got to his feet. How was he supposed to feel now? He hated Freddy for what he'd done to Foxy, but he knew that Freddy was mentally scarred. Who did he feel bad for?

"I'll leave you alone for tonight, we all will." Bonnie said before walking out of the office and down the way he came.

The fuck am I supposed to do?

Mike's thoughts were interrupted when his clock rang six. Telling him it was time to leave. But rather than leaving, Mike decided to check the cameras to find Freddy. He found him on the stage with Bonnie and Chica, like they had never moved.

He decided to check pirate cove and saw that the curtains were closed. Resolving himself he marched down to pirate cove, knowing full well that he might be killed. Once he was there, he flung open the curtains and saw a gruesome sight.

Bonnie wasn't kidding when he said Freddy must of tore apart her real suit.

To put it bluntly, it was in pieces. Chunks of the fur covering thrown about the room and limbs thrown about even worse. The darkness hid an animatronic leg that he tripped on. Something caught him though and in the darkness he saw Foxy's eyes light up.

Foxy set him on his feet before answering in a hushed tone. "What are ye doin' here?!"

Mike answered in a hushed tone of his own. "I'm collecting the pieces of your suit."

"Fer what?"

"To fix it. It's kind of outdated honestly, so it shouldn't be to hard."

He didn't expect Foxy to growl at him, which is exactly what she did. "I'm goin' to make it sound like I want ye gone. Here's me leg and me body. After that I'm goin' to chase ye out of here with me arm and throw it at ye."

It went like this until Mike had all but one limb in his hand. With the plan ready Mike raced out of pirate cove with Foxy in hot pursuit swinging her missing leg and shouting profanities at him.

"This'll be ye leg if ye come back here again! This be ye fault ye scallywag!" Foxy accentuated her point by tossing the arm at Mike, which he dodged and scavenged before leaving the pizzeria in his old pickup.

Freddy watched the whole thing with suspicion, Bonnie watched with confusion, and Chica almost sighed. Foxy kept herself from giggling.

Mike slaved away for most of his off time fixing and repairing Foxy's suit. He had even bought the covering to give her a whole suit without patches in it. It was unsurprisingly difficult to find, but he had done it and now he couldn't wait for his shift to start in…

Twenty minutes

Fuuuck.

Friday (Otherwise known as shit hits the fan day)

Mike arrived early to the pizzeria so he could drag the suit to pirate cove. He didn't miss the dirty look he got from Freddy. But instead of reacting with violence, he simply stopped dragging the empty suit.

"I've talked to everybody Freddy, I plan on talking to you tonight too." Despite the friendly way he said it, aggression came out of his mouth and he could see that Freddy heard it.

Mike ended up just yelling to Foxy heads up and throwing her suit and rushing to his office since it was almost twelve and he wasn't sure how Freddy would react. He made it to his office just in time and began his shift.

After a bit he saw on the cameras that Freddy was already on the move, already outside his office. Mike quickly shut his door and heard Freddy start moving on the other side this time. Though he didn't leave.

"You've got guts boy. But you won't walk out of the pizzeria tonight. Since you seem to like Foxy so much I'll stuff you inside of her."

"Like to see ye try Fazbear!" A familiar, and happier, voice said inside of her newly repaired suit.

"Welcome back Foxy." Mike said, standing from his chair and giving the fox woman a hug which she hesitantly but happily accepted.

"In light of this, maybe I'll shove Foxy inside of you boy."

Mike didn't even flinch. "Like I said Freddy, I want to talk to you tonight. When you want to is your choice."

"We're talking right now boy. It's been a while since I've had to discipline Bonnie, I think I'll go discipline him now."

Then Mike made a stupid decision. "I know about the kids Freddy."

Freddy didn't say anything, he just stood behind the door in silence. "Don't bring them up boy. Don't you ever bring them up."

"I know Freddy, I know how much it must have hurt-" Freddy cut him off by raising the door and felt as Foxy quickly pulled him behind her.

"You don't know anything boy. I loved those kids, they were my kids and I was their grave. You don't know anything boy!" Mike saw and heard Freddy's anger at the man who killed those kids, he was terrified of the big bear, but he forced himself to push past Foxy and talk to the fuming bear's face.

"You're right, I don't know how you feel. I pray to every god I know of that I don't have to know what that feels like. But you've already killed that monster, you don't need-" Foxy suddenly pulled him out of the way of Freddy's grasp that was likely to break him in two.

"You're wrong! I never got to him! The doors weren't able to be lifted back when he worked here! He left ten years ago to god knows where!" Freddy was shaking with suppressed rage.

Mike then decided to make a deal with the tormented bear. "Freddy, I know you're just trying to keep '87 from happening again, but you're treating everyone like dirt. Bonnie, Foxy, and Chica all told me you guys were family before all that mess happened. Foxy only bit that guy because he was beating on one of the kids you all love so much. You have to let that go. I'll make a deal with you if you'll calm down and hear me out."

To his surprise Freddy calmed down and stopped shaking with the need to rip his head off. "What kind of deal boy?"

"What was his name?" Mike saw Freddy's eyes light up with glee at his unmentioned proposal.

"You know someone that can do that sort of thing boy? You bring him here and a lot of grief between you and me will be gone." Freddy then did something Mike didn't even know he could do and snapped his fingers. Chica then showed up beside him.

"Hi Mr. Freddy, it's kind of cramped in here so let's go to the dining room please?" The animatronic chicken said.

"Good idea Chica." Hesitantly Mike and Foxy followed the two of them into the pitch black dining room, the only light from the four animatronic's eyes.

"His name was Jacob Wheels. You really can get him here boy?" Freddy said.

"What's going on here?" Bonnie said, confused.

"Mike here is going to hire someone to drag that motherfucker Jacob here so I can grind his bones into dust and cave his fucking skull in." Freddy explained with glee.

"Oh boy! I can't wait to rip off bad man Jacob's skin!" Chica's usually peppy and cheery voice turned into a demonic growl at the end.

Bonnie said nothing, but Mike could hear him rubbing his hands together in expectation of the killing.

"Today be a day of joy! We will put Jacob through what he put me mateys through tenfold!" Foxy said, showing her hook in such a way that it glinted off the light from their eyes.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to call my uncle so he can find that guy. I'll yell if I need something."

Freddy waved him off and went back to plotting Jacob's brutal, brutal death.

Monday

"Here you go Mikey, tell your mom I said hi. Tell your brother that too. Guy was hard to find so I hope you get what you wanted out of him." Mike's uncle said, tossing the bound and gagged elderly man at Mike's feet.

"Thanks for this, this guy has done some shit. I've wanted this all weekend. Here's your pay." Mike made a move to give his uncle the standard fare for his deeds. But he stopped him.

"Nope, this dude deserved what's gonna happen to him. I'll do this one for free. See you at thanksgiving Mikey!" That was the last Mike would hear of his uncle for months.

"Hey buddy, you may not know me, but there are five kids who went missing in this restaurant. Remember them?" The man screamed into his gag, amazingly coherent for the big fucking cut on his temple.

"Well, a little animatronic bear called Freddy Fazbear remembers and him and I are pretty good buddies now. So I said…" Mike paused to toss the now frail and extremely paranoid old man into the restaurant.

"I'LL BRING HIM HERE!" Mike's yell brought out four pairs of glowing eyes that laughed with glee as the old man turned and ran smack into the much bigger security guard and fell backwards into the animatronic hands of Freddy

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! Make sure to follow the rules!" They all said in a merry tune that betrayed their murderous intentions.

Jason screamed his head off, Foxy silences him by sticking her hook through his tongue and yanking it out of his screaming mouth.

It begins.

One Vengeful Murder Later

Mike could only say one thing, they were good at cleaning up body fluids and body parts.

Two hours after they murdered the fuck out of Jason there wasn't even a sign of the guy anywhere. No blood, no spit, nothing. It was a little scary, but then he remembered that they had been killing security guards for a while now so they were probably good at it now. He was curious what they had done to the body though.

Freddy seemed like a different man, er, bear when he came from backstage. He gestured over to a table and had him and Mike sit down.

"Mike my boy, I have to thank you for what you've done. While my family isn't going to heal overnight, I'd like to think that things are going to get better. I mean, Foxy actually hugged me. She hasn't done that since lord knows. And I apologized to all of them for how detached I became. And I have you to thank for that." Freddy said, extending his paw for a shake.

Mike accepted with a small smile on his face. "Don't worry about it, that guy was a real monster. He deserved whatever you guys did."

Freddy gave a small laugh. "I'd like to think that since I got so upset with Foxy for hanging around you, that you and Foxy can do what you wish. You have my blessing, Bonnie is kind of protective though."

Mike's face turned redder than a tomato, he was barely able to spit out a response. "I-I wasn't, I-I mean we weren't doing things like that!"

Freddy gave him a big smile. "I'd like to think that since all she did was talk about you over the weekend, she may want to do otherwise. That, and it's written all over your face my boy. So be honest with me here, you've already got my blessing, how do you feel about her?"

Mike was again flustered, though not to the same extent as before. "W-Well, she's pretty cool. She's funny, she's fairly attractive, we get along real well-" Freddy held up a paw to ask him to stop.

"All right boy, I've heard enough. Now I think you should go tell that to her. Go nuts."

Mike followed Freddy's advice and began searching the pizzeria for Foxy. Though it was hard because of how fucking dark it was. Though he knew the pizzeria fairly well and found himself at pirate cove. On second inspection he heard the familiar hum of Foxy's old performance song. She really was a good singer.

He almost didn't want to interrupt her, but he needed to get this off of his chest.

"Foxy? Are you in here?" Mike asked.

Foxy poked her head out of the cove curtain and saw Mike and her face lit up with a smile. "Mikey, me first mate decides to visit me in me cove. What can I do ye fer?"

Mike swallowed hard. "Hey Foxy, it's was too dark in here. Can we go to my office real quick and talk there?"

"Sure matey."

Once the two fo them were in his office Mike was very hesitant about talking. Hesitant enough to get Foxy's attention. "Ye okay Mikey? Ye look like ye want to say somethin'. Speak up."

"W-Well I wanted to say…I, uh, really like you." There he had said it, it was in the open and now it was Foxy's choice what would happen next.

"So that be why ye were so hesitant…close ye eyes matey." Mike did as he was told and felt his hat get removed. He felt himself get pushed into his chair and wanted to open his eyes.

"No peekin'." Foxy had apparently read his mind.

After what felt like eternity, Mike heard Foxy tell him to open his eyes. What he saw was nothing special though and it confused him. Foxy just didn't have her clothes…

Oh, so that was why he wasn't allowed to peek.

A/N: Done! So did I smash into the fandom very well or not? Writing this was an absolute blast. Tell me if you enjoyed in the reviews!