Pass the Microphone

The Original Four

I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's. Scott Cawthon does.

Summary: "Thank you so much for inspiring me to push myself to be a better person." - A one-shot series dedicated to Microphone (Phone Guy/Mike Schmidt).

One-shot Summary: The night guards take Phone Guy's daughter out trick-or-treating. However, Mike isn't exactly thrilled about their choice in group costumes.

Pairings: Just Microphone (Phone Guy/Mike)

Warnings: swearing, brief death mention

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You're doing this for Phone Guy. You're doing this for Phone Guy. You're doing this for Phone Guy.

Mike Schmidt stood before the large mirror in the bathroom, feeling completely and utterly embarrassed as he stared at his reflection. He couldn't believe this. He actually couldn't believe this. For one, that Phone Guy had concocted such an awful idea as to put together a group costume. For another, that their group costume was…this. It was absurd. He hated it. He hated every second he was dressed in this getup. The shirt was too big, the trousers were itchy, the hat made his forehead sweat. The theme of the outfit was the absolute worst part, but Mike forced himself not to think of it. He'd rip it off if he dared think about who he was dressed as.

This entire thing that started when Cindy - Phone Guy's six-year-old daughter, his pride and joy - had announced what costume she wanted to be wearing for Halloween this year. Mike had never had anything against the holiday - he prided himself in knowing just how to scare people silly - but he'd never so much as celebrated it as he had used it as an excuse to buy (and, of course, eat) bagfuls of candy. Though, that was usually due to differing reasons; not because he hadn't wanted to. He'd expected Cindy had wanted to go trick-or-treating (what kid didn't, right?) and he'd found her choice in costume both cute and flattering at the same time. But there was a small spark of blame in Cindy's choice, as that had set off the disaster that was Phone Guy's choice. It was already sad enough that a man Phone Guy's age was so excited to go trick-or-treating, but in these outfits? Mike just wanted the earth to swallow him whole, even giving an expectant look at the tiles beneath his black shoes. C'mon, Earth. Do your thing.

Nothing. No mercy for Mike Schmidt tonight.

Mike supposed Phone Guy's enthusiasm for the holiday had an endearing side as much as it did an annoying side. He had to admit, seeing the man ecstatically decorate the place had brought a smile to his lips. He was fine with decorations. Decorations, he could handle. Group costumes, however, especially ones that looked so ridiculous, he could not.

Oh, and wasn't it just the icing on the cake that he had invited Jeremy and Fritz to join in on this? God, Mike was never going to live it down. If it wasn't Phone Guy taking pictures to remember this 'wonderful' night, then it would be Fritz constantly bringing it up or Jeremy using it as a dig at Mike. He squeezed his eyes shut, both out of irritation and to avoid looking at himself any longer.

You're doing this for Phone Guy. You're doing this for Phone Guy. You're doing this for Phone Guy. You're doing this for Phone Guy.

To be honest, Phone Guy's smiling face was the only thing keeping him from tearing the outfit right off, stomping on it then setting it alight and roasting marshmallows over its warm glow. That, and Cindy's. She was just a kid - one would have to be a complete arsehole to ruin a kid's fun! Well. Mike was an arsehole, but not that much of one.

You're doing this for Phone Guy. You're doing this for Phone Guy. You're doing this -

"Mike? Are you ready in there?"

Mike's eyes opened, his mental mantra interrupted, and he looked at the door's reflection in the mirror as knuckles rapped gently against it on the other side. Fuck, this was it. He'd have to go out there. Mike swallowed the lump in his throat as he checked himself again and nodded, despite knowing Phone Guy wouldn't see. That was a lie, of course. Nothing could prepare him for this. One more quick glance and he turned, opening the door and stepping out into the spacious living room. Two pairs of eyes were immediately on him as he stood there in the doorway, staring down at his feet and ears burning bright red. It only got worse when Phone Guy exclaimed, "There's our Freddy!"

Mike's face could've caught alight then and there.

Yes, yes, there he was, dressed up in a brown suit and black bow tie; modelled entirely off of the animatronic bear he despised. What was worse was that he was wearing bear ears and a top hat, with small slits cut into the brim for the ears to pop out of. It was ridiculous - he felt ridiculous. His gloved hand clenched in to a fist. His prosthetic one had already been set to its holding feature; ready for the microphone it would hold.

How humiliating.

"You look great!" Phone Guy exclaimed, stepping over to join him. He adjusted Mike's left bear ear slightly, then beamed at him. Mike peeked up at him. Phone Guy himself looked ridiculous too, but Mike wouldn't say that. He'd worked hard on his costume and hurting Phone Guy's feelings was something Mike wouldn't dare to do. The red turtleneck didn't look that bad, he supposed. Not even with the added ripped features, the design of which really did resemble the tears on Foxy's fur. Even had a fake endoskeleton pattern. Nice. Murky trousers ripped off at the knee for the rest of Foxy's costume and another pair, this time coloured grey, for the bare endoskeleton legs the animatronic had sported. The costume really did look pretty nice, all things considered. It was the top that Mike inwardly cringed at. Not just the fox ears, oh no, but the fact that Phone Guy's usual blond hair had been dyed crimson for this very event.

Mike had screamed bloody murder when he'd first seen him yesterday.

"I look like a fucking idiot." Mike muttered in shame.

"No, you don't." Phone Guy insisted, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"It's H-H-Ha-Halloween," piped up the other male in the room. Mike looked over at him; he looked just as embarrassing, "everyone looks s-silly."

"Must be counting you too, Jer." Mike said bitterly; Jeremy Fitzgerald frowned deeply at him. Admittedly, given he was younger and looked it, Jeremy didn't look as bad in his costume. Twenty-one years of age and he could still pass as somebody much younger; it helped him blend in better on Halloween. His yellow and orange beanie only seemed to make him look cute, as did his yellow jacket and matching trousers. Phone Guy had fashioned a white t-shirt with 'LET'S EAT' imprinted on it, which he wore beneath the coat. He'd also managed to get his hands on some orange boots. To be honest, despite how basic it was, Jeremy's costume had been the most difficult to think of, as Chica wasn't the same kind of animal as her friends were. Still, Phone Guy had quickly taken charge of the situation and, soon enough, here Jeremy was in full costume.

"Aw, c'mon, you two." Phone Guy shifted his hand to Mike's back, giving he and Jeremy a kind smile, "You both look great! Very, uh, very accurate."

"Bullshit." Mike replied, "How the hell's this accurate? If it was accurate, I'd be wearing a freaking bear suit and someone else's blood!"

Phone Guy's smile dropped at the implication of the events that took place during the night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. He didn't need to be reminded at what he had narrowly escaped himself. "Uh, y-yeah, well…I, uh, I told you, Mike: we don't have all the materials to, uh, to make suits for ourselves or anything. A-And, uh, besides, my attempt at making a Foxy mask didn't, uh…didn't go very well…" He cleared his throat and perked up again, giving his boyfriend a smile, "So, these will have to do!"

Mike grunted and dared to look down at himself again. He supposed this was better than walking around in an actual Freddy suit - and not just because the actual thing would kill him. Still, he hated how he had been convinced to do this. He gave a dejected sigh, "Can't believe we have to dress up as these fuckers just cause your kid wanted to be a security guard this Halloween."

Phone Guy gave a proud smile, "Well, we can't have a guard without the things they're supposed to watch! That'd just be wrong." He gave an excited glance at the door, "Cindy's getting ready right now. She, uh, she wouldn't let me see her until she was finished with her outfit. Gosh, I hope Diane got the right coloured shirt…" Mike snorted. Doubtful. Phone Guy's ex-wife hated everything to do with Freddy's. It was one of the very few things she and Mike had in common. Though, she'd have to be a real bitch to purposely ruin her kid's costume like that. "…Well," Phone Guy went on, "I'm sure Cindy knows it's supposed to be purple. Speaking of purple," he turned to Jeremy, "where's Fritz?"

Jeremy shrugged, "He called and said he's on his way, b-b-bu-but y-you know what F-F-Fr-Fri-Fritz is like. He'll probably be 'f-fashionably late'." He rolled his brown eyes, using his fingers as quotation marks, then fixed his thick square-shaped glasses with one gloved finger.

Phone Guy's lips fell, "Well, I, uh, I sure hope he gets here soon. I'd h-hate for Cindy to have to wait around. She's, uh, very excited to get out there and get some candy!"

Mike frowned at the two of them, then sighed and sat down on a nearby chair. Oh, of course. They simply couldn't leave without their Bonnie! What inhumane demons did that?! Well…he supposed it was a bit better that it wasn't just him going through with this. If it had just been he and Phone Guy dressing up as killer animatronic animals, he would've been feeling a lot worse. Not that anyone shared the sentiment. Fritz and Jeremy had happily gone along with Phone Guy's idea for a group costume, especially Fritz, who had exclaimed that he finally had a use for those bunny ears he had ("Don't ask why I have 'em, though," he'd said in response to their flabbergasted expressions; they'd all agreed not to). Jeremy had at least showed some uncertainty, though that was only because he hadn't been trick-or-treating in a long time and was worried he was too old now.

The security guard looked to Phone Guy. Good God, one part of him wanted to kill this man for doing this to him. He was supposed to be his partner, damn it. How could you do this to me, Phones?! Mike exclaimed mentally, Jesus, you and your…stupid new hair colour…which looks dumb, by the way! I mean, God, why would you even -

"Mike?"

Busted.

Mike jolted as curious green eyes locked onto him. He felt his cheeks flare up, "Y-Yeah, what?"

"You were staring. Everything alright?"

"Y-Yeah, it's just…" He hesitated. Should he even criticise Phone Guy's costume? He'd put so much effort and hard work into it. It'd be rude to put that down. Besides, he was his partner. That was just wrong.

"Hm?"

"I…it's…I can't get used to you with that hair colour…"

Phone Guy blinked, then chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, "Hehe, yeah, it, uh, it probably does look a little weird. Uh - but that's alright. Should wash right out after Halloween's over!…Hopefully…" He scratched his cheek idly, eyes drifting to the ceiling in thought, "Uh - if it doesn't, I'm gonna have a lot of explaining to do when I visit my mom next weekend…"

"Well, what was the point?" Phone Guy regarded him confusedly. "No offence, Phones, but you didn't need to dye your hair."

"O-Of course I did. We can't have a blond Foxy."

"Well…" Mike gestured to Jeremy's ponytail, "Why couldn't you have dressed as Chica? Fitzgerald's got ginger hair - that's closer to red than blond. You could've been Chica and he could've been Foxy." When he didn't receive a reply, he looked back to Phone Guy, only to see him frowning. Mike paused, then frowned right back, "Oh, wow. You're legitimately offended, aren't you? Jesus Christ - you are. You are legitimately offended that I dare recommend you dress as anyone other than your favourite. Christ, Phones!"

"I'm Foxy." Phone Guy said adamantly. Mike sighed.

Jeremy waved a hand, "I, uh, I'm cool with being Chica. Sh-She-She's my favourite, after all."

Mike snorted, "Oh, look at that. Fitzgerald's being the girl. What a shock."

Jeremy flushed bright red, "I-I'm - sh-she's my favourite, okay?!"

"Oh, look at that. Fitzgerald's favourite is the girl. What a shock."

"Sh-She was nice to me - Mr. Cawthon, you said he wouldn't do this!" Jeremy suddenly exclaimed, looking to Phone Guy with a frown.

Phone Guy sighed, then looked to Mike, "Mike, c'mon, be nice." Mike gave him an obnoxious grin in return.

Suddenly, the door burst open and in stepped a lanky, prominently brown-skinned (with a few patches of white skin here and there) and bunny-eared man with dreadlocks tied back into a ponytail. In one hand, he clutched a replica of Bonnie's signature guitar. All eyes went to him as he waved his free hand, "Hey - sorry I'm late, guys. Traffic was a freaking nightmare."

"Fritz!" Jeremy yelped, eyes bugging out at the sight of him, "We said Bonnie!"

"I am Bonnie!" Fritz Smith exclaimed right back, shrugging at him.

"You're Toy Bonnie! Not Bonnie!"

Fritz frowned at him, which looked downright ridiculous with his rosy red cheeks and bright blue suit, "What?! So, you guys can dress as your favourites, but I can't dress as mine? Lame."

"Freddy ain't my favourite." Mike piped up, "He was just the only one left, okay? I don't have a favourite. Fuckers tried to kill me…"

"Still! That's just not fair."

Phone Guy groaned and put a hand to his head, "Gosh…what're we gonna do? We can't go out as three of the originals and one of the toys. T-That's not a complete set!"

Fritz gave a shrug, obviously not seeing the problem, "Why can't we just go as the animatronics that were around in '87? You guys can just rough yourselves up a bit and you can pass as broken down animatronics! Here, look, Schmidt can go as Toy Freddy if we put a little bit o' makeup on 'im!"

"Fuck no." Mike said immediately, "You ain't puttin' shit on me. It's bad enough I got convinced to dress as one Freddy - I ain't dressing as the other! Especially since I didn't even get to see that one…"

"You d-d-don't want to meet 'im…" Jeremy muttered.

Phone Guy gave another groan, "This is such a shame…I was hoping we'd have the complete set…"

Mike looked at him. The expression Phone Guy had - defeated, upset, concerned - made Mike's chest swell with such an unpleasant sensation that he frowned. Oh, no. Nobody upset Phone Guy and got away with it. Not his Phone Guy. Simply wasn't allowed. He stood up and went over to Fritz, gesturing for him to lean down. Fritz did so until he matched Mike's height, "Yeah?"

"You still got spray paint 'n' shit in your van, right?" Mike muttered to him.

"Sure, but…ah, Schmidt, no! I'm not spraying my freaking outfit with paint! I'll reek like hell! You even know how hard it is to wash that stuff out?"

Mike rolled his eyes, "For fuck's sake, just do it, will ya? Sooner you do this, the sooner we can get the hell out of here, get some freaking candy and come back here." And hide away from the world.

Fritz crossed his arms, "And what do I get out of it?"

"The satisfaction of knowing I won't kick your ass."

Smith and Schmidt stared at each other for a moment, then Fritz sighed, "Ah, fuck - fine." He raised his voice to address the others, "But next year, we go as the Toys, okay?" With that, he turned and walked out, mumbling to himself about favouritism.

Phone Guy raised a brow, "Where's he going?"

"Gonna go fix his outfit." Mike said, puffing his chest out proudly. He expected Phone Guy to thank him, perhaps reward him with a hug or a kiss for his work, but nothing came to him. He frowned a little until another voice called out to them.

"Daddy! Ready now!"

Phone Guy gave a delighted gasp and Jeremy got up from his seat, all three men spinning around to the doorway. The door was gently pushed open and there stood Phone Guy's six-year-old daughter, shyly wringing her hands as her big, green eyes looked around at them all for evaluation on her costume. It was a perfect replica of the security guard's uniform at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, from the black epaulettes on the purple shirt down to the shiny black shoes. Even Mike couldn't suppress a grin at the sight of her. "You look great, sweetheart!" Phone Guy exclaimed proudly, clapping his hands at her in applause.

Cindy gave him a cute grin before running over to Mike, "Mikey," she said, tiny hands grasping his prosthetic one. He stared down at her curiously, "I wanna go as you for Halloween, okay? Can I have this?" She gave his metal hand a shake.

Mike gave an awkward smile, "Sorry, Cindy, but I'm gonna need it. Gotta hold my microphone and all." Cindy visibly deflated, her rosy lips stuck out in a pout at him, and he grinned, "Well, hey, who says you have to be me for Halloween? I mean," he faked a thoughtful moment, real hand to his chin, "with that hair and those eyes and those clothes…y'know, you really look like your dad!" Cindy perked up slightly. "Hang on - watch." Mike turned away to pick up one of the many toys that were littered around the living room. He turned back to her and knelt down to give her the plastic phone on wheels, "Look! You're the Phone Girl!"

Phone Guy could've exploded with joy then and there as Cindy beamed and picked up the receiver of the smiley-faced phone, holding it to her ear and calling out, "Hello, hello!"

Her father's hand went to his mouth in happiness, a small and embarrassing squeak breaking out of his lips, "Awwww, honey! That's great! L-Look, I've got a little protégé!" He knelt down and patted her black hat-covered head gently, "Who knows, huh? Maybe one day, y-you really will be the Phone Girl!"

Cindy giggled and fell against him in a cuddle, tiny arms going around his neck. Phone Guy collected her into his arms and hugged her close, smiling widely. Cindy brought her face up from her dad's chest to point at Mike, "Look, Daddy! Mikey's Freddy!"

"Yeah, he is. He makes a good Freddy, huh?"

"You take that back." Mike growled out darkly. Phone Guy and Cindy shared a laugh.

The door opened again and Fritz walked back in, frowning glumly. The old colour of his suit and bunny ears - an obnoxious blue that had been painful to the eyes - had been replaced with a dark purple that was perhaps a little too dark to be a Bonnie shade of purple. "Okay - fixed my outfit. But now I reek like - Oh, my God - look at you, kiddo!" He grinned down at Cindy, who bounced over to him and grabbed fistfuls of his trousers. Phone Guy cringed and wanted to take her away, lest the spray paint stained her hands.

"Look, Uncle Fritz! Look at me!"

"I'm lookin', kiddo!" Fritz replied, "Geez, you're gonna be a better night guard than I was! Hey," he gave her a smug smile, "you ain't dressing as me for Halloween, are ya?"

Cindy shook her head, blond curls swishing, "I'm going as Daddy!" She picked up her phone again, "Hello, hello!" Phone Guy had to bite his lip to stop himself squeaking again.

"Nice!" Fritz flashed her a thumbs up.

"Alright!" Phone Guy clapped his hands, "We all ready to go?"

Cindy whipped around to him, bouncing up and down excitedly, "Can we go get candy now, Daddy? Can we? Can we?"

"Of course, honey!" Phone Guy chirped, "So long as everyone else is ready!"

"I'm good to go!" Fritz confirmed.

"S-Same here." Jeremy nodded, playing with his fingers.

Mike gave a grunt.

"Alright, then. Let's get going, huh?" Phone Guy ushered them to the door. Cindy took hold of Jeremy's hand as they went, while Fritz excitedly strummed at his guitar's fake strings loudly, shouting about how much candy they'd get.

Mike let out a sigh and readjusted his hat. Well, here he went. Out in to the world, where everyone would see him in this stupid Freddy outfit. God. How Phone Guy had convinced him to dress as his worst enemy, he'd never know. He supposed Phone Guy just had that way with people - especially him, given the nature of their relationship. He went to follow the others, only for Phone Guy to hold out a hand to stop him. "Phones?"

"Mike…" Phone Guy looked away for a moment, fiddling with his hands, then he looked to Mike properly, "Y'know…if you really don't want to come trick-or-treating with us…you don't have to…"

Mike blinked his blue eyes, "But…don't you guys need a Freddy? Make it a 'complete set' and everything?"

"Well, sure, but, uh…well, Cindy's got a Freddy doll that we could use." He gave a shrug. "It won't really matter, I suppose. I just, uh…I don't want you to feel like you're being forced to do this…just, uh, say the word and you can stay here. I-It's fine. I, uh…I was being insensitive when I asked you to dress up like that…" He shyly looked away, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "Uh - I know how much you hate Freddy. It…w-wasn't really okay for me to ask you to do this…I'm sorry, Mike…"

"I - No! D-Don't apologise!" The brunet waved his hands, "It - It's fine, really. It doesn't matter."

Phone Guy dared to glance at him, then gave him an awkward smile. He took Mike's gloved hands in his and pulled him a little closer to kiss his cheek, then smiled at him warmly, "Happy Halloween, Mike. Candy's in the kitchen, if any trick-or-treaters come around." He flashed him one last smile before releasing him and grabbing his fake hook from the nearby shelf, slotting it into place on his right hand.

Mike watched him go, suddenly feeling…bad. Gosh, it was just like Phone Guy to consider Mike's feelings like that. Put a stop to a plan just to make Mike feel better. Phone Guy really was a saint; the best kind of boyfriend a person could have. Mike bit his lip and looked down at himself. He really did look ridiculous in this brown suit and with the stupid bear ears and lame bow tie, but…it was Halloween. Fitzgerald had had a point - everybody looked silly on Halloween. That was the principal of the thing. Look silly, get candy, have fun. He couldn't have fun when he was home alone, without his Phone Guy to keep him company.

It only took two seconds for Mike to make up his mind.

"Ah - Phone Guy, wait!" The guard exclaimed, snatching his microphone from the shelf and jogging to catch up.

Phone Guy turned back, blinking confusedly at his boyfriend as the shorter male caught up, "Mike?"

"Screw it - I'm coming with you." Mike said without hesitation.

Phone Guy's brow lifted, "You are? B-But I thought you were against it…?"

"Yeah, well…damn it!" Mike took off his hat and ran a hand through his brown quiff, "You just - You make this fucking face!"

"What face?"

"Just this face! Where you…look all…sad and crap and I just wanna punch it cause it's wrong, but I can't cause it's you and - damn it, Phone Guy, don't make me say it again!" Mike looked away, face a brighter red than Phone Guy's hair. Gosh, this was just so corny. He felt silly all over again.

"Aw," Mike dared to peek; Phone Guy was smiling at him, "who knew Mike Schmidt could be such a softie, huh?"

"Sh-Shut up! Jesus, Phones, I do a nice thing for you and you take the piss outta me! What a bastard…"

Phone Guy chuckled and took hold of Mike's hands again, bringing him close once more. Mike only felt himself grow warmer. "Thanks, Mike. This, uh, this means a lot, y'know. We're gonna have a blast, just you watch!"

"Yeah, well…couldn't let you guys go without a Freddy. Not a monster or anything…" Mike muttered, looking away briefly. When he looked back to Phone Guy, only to see that same old smile, he gave him a little smile himself and leaned up to his face.

"Ah, ha - slow down there." Phone Guy put a hand to his shoulder. Mike paused and looked at him confusedly. "Foxy and Freddy don't, uh, kiss or anything," Phone Guy said, almost awkwardly, "so i-it'd be pretty inaccurate if we did."

Mike blinked twice, then smirked, "Hey, we ain't out the door. That means we aren't Foxy and Freddy yet." He grabbed the front of Phone Guy's turtleneck and brought the man down to his height for a kiss, which the older man gladly returned.

Mike rested his prosthetic hand on the back of Phone Guy's head and Phone Guy laid his hands on Mike's shoulders. They stayed like that for a few seconds, before hearing Cindy call from outside, "C'mon, Daddy! C'mon, Mikey! Hurry!"

The men broke apart, smiling to themselves, then they shared an embarrassed chuckle. Phone Guy took Mike's real hand in his and went to go, only to pause, "Oh! Almost forgot…" He turned back to pick up the eye patch he'd left on the sofa, slipping it over one eye, "There! Now my costume is perfect!"

"You sure you should be wearing that? You're blind enough without your glasses…" Mike's brow furrowed. The man must've been wearing contact lenses. Though, Mike was sure Phone Guy had mentioned being allergic to them…

Phone Guy smiled at him, "Don't you worry, I'll be fine. Even if I have difficulty seeing, I, uh, I'm sure you'll steer me away from trouble."

Mike's lips lifted until they became a grin, "Well…hey, just in case…" He picked Phone Guy's glasses up from the coffee table and slotted them into his coat pocket.

Phone Guy grinned in silent appreciation, "Now, c'mon! Let's go get some candy!"

Mike laughed as Phone Guy took his hand and led him outside to join the others. Cindy bounced over to them once they reached the group and hurriedly grabbed her father's hand, dragging him down the street to the first house. Mike laughed at the sight, then followed them there.

All in all, Halloween that year hadn't been as bad as he thought it'd be.