The idea for this fic was given to me by QCGhostWarrior, so thanks! Anyway, I even snuck in a purple guy reference, so hah! Anyway, enjoy!

p.s. There might be some animatronicxMikey love at the end, but I don't know. Go crazy, ya knuckleheads ;)

10:15pm

Mikey sighed, walking to work with a scowl. He still had money problems, since he was now helping his girlfriend, Doll, pay for her tuition secretly, so to save up, because he wanted to buy a ring for the girl of his dreams, he decided to walk to and from work so he didn't have to pay for gas. He wrapped the jacket up tighter to him, shivering in the cold. It was about three miles from his apartment, so he'd left his house pretty early.

I am so taking a nap when I get there.

The new management at the pizzeria was a family that loved the restaurant. When the old owner had gone missing, they bought the place, fixing it up, and keeping the old staff, too caring to cut them all off. Immediately, they raised his pay to $300 a week, dubbing him the night guard/engineer, since they noticed him fixing the animatronics from time to time.

I don't think the others trust them yet though, and to be fair, they have the right to be apprehensive.

Mikey was waiting until he got to know them more for when he asked them to bring Foxy back out. Of course, he already fixed up the cove, so all that was left was an ok from his boss. He sighed, nearing the small building he worked in. He knew how wary people were of the fox sine 1987, but maybe if he showed them that he thought it was ok? The sight off the animatronics staring at him through the window snapped him out of his thoughts, and he could see Foxy peeking from behind the curtains of his cove. He was only ten feet to the door when he saw Freddy's eyes widen, and a hand snaked its way around his neck, covering his mouth, another arm grabbing him around the waist, pulling him into a dark alley.

"Bad luck kid," A voice came from behind him, cold and deep. Mikey nearly laughed at that.

This guy has no idea.

10:50am

Freddy watched the doors for the arrival of their resident friend, Mikey. Since the boy had come for his first week as the night guard, so much had happened, much to which Freddy was grateful for. He saw Mikey walk to the door, shivering, and Freddy's eyes filled with concern.

Did he walk here?

He gasped as a man slunk towards Mikey, grabbing him from behind and pulling the boy away. In an instant, he jumped off the stage, only to find Foxy whizz past him, a red blur, as he and the others followed.

Of course Foxy would be watching.

The doors were unlocked, since Mikey usually came almost right after the janitors left, so he locked the door then and if anyone tried to break in they would have a tough time.

No one thoughts the animatronics would try to go out.

Foxy ran to the alley where the man had taken their friend, but stopped, looking around the corner to see Mikey against a wall while the man stood, pointing a gun at his head.

"Give me your money, dammit!" The man yelled, and somehow, Mikey managed to laugh, shocking the five others looking at him.

"Uh, sorry man, but I'm broke. Why do you think I was walking to work in this weather?" Mikey replied, taking out his wallet to show the empty pockets. "I don't even have a credit card," he continued, putting his wallet away.

The man hit him in the face with the butt of his gun, hard.

"You son of a bitch!" He yelled, and Mikey stared at him, head lolling to the side, cut on his temple pouring blood.

"Wha? So it's my faul' I got money problems?" He slurred, and worry filled Freddy's head because how dare that man hurt Mikey and thoughts of blood loss and death flew into his mind.

"SHUT UP!" The man yelled, hitting him again, this time in the stomach, and Mikey retched, contents of his stomach pouring out of him. Freddy and the others finally got out of shock and glared at the man, who wore a purple mask to hide a probably hideous face, with a purple sweater and pants to match.

That's it.

The four of them loomed over the man, and Mikey laughed, his eyes fluttering as he shifted in and out of consciousness.

"Ya know when ya said 'bad luck kid?' Well, you picked the wrong guy to mug" Mikey told him, looking at them, and the man was just noticing the shadows on him, turning with wide eyes.

"Oh my god."

"Bad luck kid," Freddy said, eyes glittering dangerously, Mikey offering a lazy grin as he waved, before falling unconscious. He cracked his knuckles. Foxy brandished his hook. Chika bared her teeth. Bonnie's eyes glowed.

The man screamed.

11:30am

"Don' ya think ya guys were a little harsh on the guy? He didn' shoot me," Mikey was still slurring, blood loss making him dizzy. He had just woken up, seeing the beaten and battered form of the person who had tried to mug him, and was carried inside by Freddy. Chika 'hmphed', crossing her arms in irritation, eyes closed firmly as she turned away from him. Bonnie scoffed, eyes still shining blood red in anger.

"He hurt you, and that is unforgivable," he replied curtly, voice betraying his worry, and Mikey gave a warm smile.
"Ah, Bonnie, ya ol' softie. Come here and let me give you all a hug," Mikey said, and the four obliged. Foxy picked up Mikey bridal style, ignoring the giggles of Chika and the protests of Mikey, and brought him to his office. He bandaged his wounds, setting him down in the chair. When he finished, Mikey uttered a small thank you, before falling asleep. Foxy walked back to the others, and a hard determination set in their eyes as they came to a silent agreement.

No one would be allowed to hurt Mikey.

And if they did, then they'd pay.