A/n: O-okay...Please don't kill me for taking to long! I know it's been a while. But...this chapter has some FoxyXMike so...that's something...right? I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!
S-so anyways...thank you all for reviewing, favoriting, and following! It really means a lot. I never thought that I would have this much love! Thank you, I don't deserve such wonderful readers. ^O^
So I hope you enjoy this next installment! (I'll finally shut up. XD)
Mike's eyes fluttered open and he yawned. He groggily looked around and saw he was in an unfamiliar territory and he paused. Suddenly his eyes widened and he bolted straight up, looking around frantically for the killer machines.
He was in a small room but it wasn't the office he was in before. It had a desk with a PC, a huge stack of papers, and a window straight ahead of him. He looked down and noticed that he was laid out on a couch. His head pounded lightly and he brought a hand to his forehead and rubbed softly. Where was he?
He suddenly heard a voice and turned quickly on the couch to a door that was behind him. His eyes widened and he started panicking. W-What if it was that crazy bird?! He held his breath as the door opened slowly and prayed that it wasn't any of the animatronics.
Mike blinked and sighed in relief when his boss walked in, but then anger spiked in him. His boss practically sent him to his death. He wanted to scream and shout at Fredrick but he seemed to be on the phone. Curse him and his politeness! He sighed and grounded his teeth together, waiting for his boss to finish his call.
After another five minutes, Fredrick finally hung up his phone and turned back to Mike, his eyes widening. "Ah Mike! I didn't realize you were awake my boy. Ya feeling alright?"
Mike felt his eye twitch in annoyance. "How am I feeling? I nearly died last night! And you have the nerve to ask me how I'm doing like nothing happened?!" He snapped, feeling his anger taking over.
Fredrick held his hands up in mock surrender. "Now now Mike, no need to be upset." He sighed out, looking up at Mike with a shy smile.
Mike widened his eyes and clinched his hands into fists. "No need to be upset?! I almost died!" He practically screamed, his eyes burning with anger. He couldn't even believe how the other was taking this so lightly. He probably would be more serious if it was his life he was risking...
Fredrick sighed again and nodded. "Yes yes you're right. I would understand if you would like to resign."
Mike opened his mouth to say yes, yes he would, but he stopped himself. Did he want to quit? ...Of course he did! Who wouldn't? But there was...something stopping him. But what? He almost died and here was a chance for him to quit...
"No..."
Fredrick widened his eyes and eyed Mike like he had just seen a ghost. "You...want to stay?" He asked breathlessly like the simple word knocked the air right out of his lungs.
Mike paused, gulping hard. Was he really doing what he was about to do. He could still say no!
"Yes."
Dammit...
"I want to keep this job. Is that a problem?" Mike snapped the last part, practically baring his teeth. This guy should be grateful he's not going to report this guy to the police!
Fredrick stood there dumbstruck. Not once did a security guard that made it alive ever stayed, not a one. He blinked and put on a shy smile, nodding. "W-well that's great boy! It's good to still have you as a Fazbear member!" He laughed out, regaining his usual obnoxious self. Mike never felt the urge to hit someone so badly before...
Mike took a deep breath to calm his anger and forced a smile. "It's good to be one." He lied. "Now if you'll excuse me I'll be heading home." He said with a forced voice, trying his hardest not to snap at his boss. He quickly stood and quickly walked out of the office, not giving Fredrick a moment to react. When he closed the door behind him he leaned against it with a heavy sigh. What did he just agree to?
Mike heard laughter and screaming fill his ears. He turned and noticed he was in a hallway. He walked down it slowly, looking around cautiously, suddenly becoming on guard. At the end of the hall was the show room. Mike was still concealed in the shadows of the hallway as he looked around the room. He saw kids running around the room laughing and screaming like nothing was wrong with the world. He soon realized that the pizzeria must be open.
He turned his gaze to the stage and his breath hitched. There were the animatronics singing on stage, Freddy in the middle and Chica and Bonnie at the bear's sides. He watched with slightly larger eyes as the robot animals sang, acting as harmless as ever. He furrowed his brows and grit his teeth. These animatronics were acting as friendly as could be but at night they tried their hardest to kill him!
Mike was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice that Freddy Chica and Bonnie had spotted him with their robo eyes. Mike turned his attention back to the stage and all the air left his lungs. The three animatronics were now staring at him with twinkling eyes, there teeth showing with the now big grins on their faces. Mike gasped and turned, running back down the hall the way he came.
His breath was rapid as he ran down the long corridor. Once he thought he was far enough he slowed down and leaned against one of the walls and panted softly. Why did he agree to stay?! He frowned heavily and smacked himself on the forehead at his own stupidity. He sighed heavily and continued walking down the hallway, going away from the show room.
His eyes glanced around at the walls and noticed a door coming up on the right. He blinked and tilted his head a little in curiosity. He slowly came to it, his footprints slowing to a stop in front of it. The door looked old, like it hadn't been used in so long. He furrowed his brows. He felt...like something was pulling him to the door. He slowly rose a hand to the knob, his fingers wrapping around the cold metal.
He gulped and slowly opened the door, the hinges creaking loudly, making him wince. He peeked inside and widened his eyes. This was...it was...Pirates cove!
Mike gasped and backed away from the door. If that was Pirates cove...doesn't that mean the fox would be in there? Memories of last night flashed through his mind. The fox had helped him...but why...?
Suddenly his head started to pound with an oncoming headache. He groaned and rubbed his temples softly. Why did this always have to happen...?
Mike turned and started walking away from the door but paused. He looked back over his shoulder and bit his lip. Why was he stopping? Why doesn't he just leave? Mike sighed at his own thoughts and turned back, walking over to the door again. Slowly he stepped into the room and gently closed the door behind him, wincing again when it made a creak.
Mike suddenly heard ruffling that made him stand stock still. His breath caught in his throat as silence filled the room again. Gulping, Mike slowly turned forward so that he was facing the familiar curtain. He gasped when he saw dimly lit yellow eyes staring at him through the darkness. To Mike's own shock he felt himself calm down at the sight of the familiar yellow eyes.
The golden eyes narrowed a little in question. "Who goes there? Mikey...is that you?" Before Mike could answer, the curtain was pulled back to reveal none other then Foxy the Pirate fox. However this time the animatronic wasn't wearing all of his costume, mainly just his shirt and coat.
Mike widened his eyes in shock at the half dressed fox and a blush flitted across his cheeks. He paused, contemplating if he should answer. He took in a shaky breath and nodded. "Y-yeah...it's me..." He replied softly, his hand rubbing his arm in awkwardness. He then paused, remembering something...how the hell did the fox know his name? His head started pounding more, but ignored the pain. For some reason the headache wasn't as bad as yesterday.
Foxy rose his brows when he saw Mike's blush and chuckled softly, finding it cute. He slowly lowered himself on his small stage and sat down, bringing one leg up to his chest. "What brings you here lad? I thought you would have went home after waking." He asked with a tilt of his head.
Mike jumped a little when Foxy spoke again, being hoist out of his thoughts. He scratched the back of his head shyly, not really knowing the answer himself. He sighed softly and leaned against the old door. "I...I don't even know why I'm here. I just felt drawn I guess."
Foxy blinked and leaned back on his hands. "You don't know huh...?" He trailed off, his eyes clouding over with memories of the past. How it use to be...how they use to be...
Mike noticed the far off look in the Pirate's eyes and frowned softly. "Hey...u-uh fox? Are you alright?" Mike silently berated himself for not knowing his name. Why could he remember all the other animatronics names but this one's?
Foxy snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head softly. "I'm sorry...What?"
Mike tilted his head and became slightly worried, it didn't seem like the fox would be so easily distracted. "I asked if you were alright." He repeated, offering a small cute smile.
Foxy grinned at the smile and waved his hand at Mike. "Don't worry about it, I be fine." He furrowed his brows and frowned softly, "I should be asking you that question. Last night you fainted in me arms."
Mike widened his eyes a bit, remembering just now how the night ended. He brought a hand up to his forehead and rubbed at his scar softly. "I'm fine...It's just that I get terrible headaches when old memories try to resurface." He explained, slowly lowering his hand back to his side.
Foxy paused before turning his eyes down to the floor. He felt guilt stab at his chest. It was his fault that Mike suffered. Why was he so useless? He grit his teeth in anger at himself and scratched at the wood of the stage.
Mike stood there in shock at the Fox's actions, becoming slightly scared. Did he say something wrong? He pressed himself to the door a little, as if trying to put distance between him and the animatronic.
Foxy glanced back up and noticed Mike's terrified gaze and stopped in his tracks, his hand relaxing. It's been so long since he saw that scared look...it sent shivers of grief through his spine. "M-mike...please don't be afraid of me..." He whispered out softly, his form starting to shake softly. He didn't want Mike to hate him. The thought just made him quiver.
Mike gasped at the pirate's sudden change in mood and furrowed his brows suddenly, feeling guilty. Slowly, he took a step towards the small stage. He gulped and bit his lip softly. "I'm...not afraid of you." He said quietly, taking another step closer.
Foxy sat still when Mike walked closer, trying to look as harmless as possible. Mike kept taking small steps until he stood in front of Foxy. He kept his eyes glued to the floor, shuffling his feet awkwardly. "S-see? I wouldn't come this close if I was afraid...right?" He asked softly, slowly bringing his eyes back up to Foxy's yellow ones.
Foxy paused before smiling softly, he slowly brought up a hand and cupped Mike's cheek softly. He felt Mike stiffen a little at his touch and gulped softly. He was relieved when the guard slowly started to relax under his hand.
Mike blushed softly when Foxy cupped his cheek and stiffened. At first the touch was...weird. But it was also soft, gentle, warm...slowly Mike relaxed and lidded his eyes softly. He didn't know why he was so trusting to this robot, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to care. He felt the fox run a thumb over his skin softly and...lovingly? Mike blushed harder at the thought and slowly brought his hand up to Foxy's.
Mike let his gaze wander over Foxy's facial features. This animatronic was absolutely handsome...Mike forced the thought away as his eyes trailed down to the fox's bare chest. His breath hitched when he noticed small scars and even a big rip in Foxy's chest, showing the wiring and metal beneath. Slowly he brought up his other hand to run over the battered chest softly, feeling overwhelming empathy for the fox.
Foxy widened his eyes when Mike slowly ran a hand down his chest and opened his mouth to protest but stopped himself, enjoying the gentle touch of the night guard. He grinned softly, his eyes lighting up in mischief. "Ya like what ya see Mikey?" He teased with a chuckle.
Mike widened his eyes and drew his hand back so fast like he had just gotten burned. He backed away quickly and turned his gaze away in embarrassment. Why did he always have to get flustered around this one redhead?!
Foxy laughed at how fast Mike backed away. Why did he have to act so freaking cute? Brings back old memories...though he felt a little disappointed at the loss of the others warm touch. He smiled softly and patted at the stage beside him. "No need to act so flustered. Come sit by me?" He asked with slight hope.
Mike paused before gulping. He slowly walked over and sat next to the animatronic, placing his hands in his lap and fidgeting. Foxy chuckled at the other's nerves, turning his gaze to the ceiling. "It's great to have company." He said softly with a happy smile.
Mike glanced over and found himself smiling to at the fox's content look. He leaned back and paused. Does that mean that he was usually all alone? He felt his brows furrow at the thought. He couldn't see why the murderous ones got to see the light of day while the pirate had to stay out of sight. Mike sighed and twirled his thumbs together. "It doesn't seem right...why do they get to stay out while you have to stay back here."
Foxy blinked and glimpsed over at Mike. He sighed quietly and closed his eyes. "It's just..." he paused, thinking over his answer. It's best that Mike didn't know about the past. "I'm an older model." He lied, the words tasting horrible on his tongue.
Mike drew his brows together. "That still...shouldn't matter." He groaned in protest. It just didn't seem right.
Foxy smiled and ruffled Mike's hair. "Thanks for worrying about me."
Mike felt his face heat up again and grinned sheepishly. "It's not a problem. Just...speaking the truth." He chuckled shyly. A question suddenly popped into Mike's head and he turned to the other. "H-hey um...how exactly did I get out of the office. I fainted right?"
Foxy tilted his head in question before realizing what he was asking. "When you fainted I thought about taking you back here but I heard the boss coming in so I sat you on the office chair and watched, making sure Fredrick took you safely back to his office." He explained, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.
Mike nodded in understanding and grinned a little. "Thanks for that." He thanked gratefully, letting out a small yawn, suddenly feeling tired.
Foxy nodded, and smiled softly. "Maybe you should go home and get some rest? You do have to come back here tonight." He sighed softly, not liking the thought of Mike putting his life on the line again.
Mike went white. He totally forgot that he had to come back here tonight. He gulped and started to quiver in fear. W-what was he going to do...?
Foxy saw Mike's terrified look and frowned softly. "Hey...calm down lad." He comforted, raising a hand to grab Mike's chin softly, turning the boy to him. He ran his thumb softly over Mike's chin. "I'll help you okay?"
Mike shyly looked Foxy in the eyes and gulped softly. "H-how?" He whispered, his shakes coming to a stop from the fox's words.
Foxy grinned. "I know all of Fazfuck's tricks, including the duck and bunny. I'll be able to help you keep them away." He explained with a reassuring smile.
Mike's eyes widened and gasped, grabbing Foxy's hand hopefully. "You would really help me?!" He exclaimed, his voice full of hope.
Foxy chuckled softly, ruffling Mike's hair again. "Sure thing mate."
Mike yelped when Foxy messed up his hair and fixed it back with a little pout. He thought for a second before grinning a little. "Wait...did you call Chica a duck? She's a chicken."
Foxy arched a brow and crossed his arms. "Is that really what you're worried about? Correcting me? Get out of here lad and get some rest for tonight." He chuckled, waving his hands in a shooing motion.
Mike laughed silently and stood, stretching. "Okay okay." He turned and walked to the door slowly and reached for the handle. He stopped and turned back to Foxy with a kind, sweet smile. "Thank you Foxy."
Foxy smiled and nodded, watching as Mike left. His smile dropped and he sighed, lifting a hand to run through his hair. He suddenly felt lonely, and he only just left! His ears folded back and he laid back on his stage, finding that he was overly excited for tonight.
For tonight...he got to see Mike again.
Mike was walking down the hallway and made it to the front doors. Suddenly a thought hit him and he paused in his tracks, his eyes wide. How...did he suddenly remember Foxy's name?
A/n: Done! I hope you guys liked it! X3 If you're feeling gracious, please leave a review! (I'm a review whore. XD)
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Anyways that's it for this chapter! Hopefully I'll be faster with the next one~ Till next chapter. Bye bye!