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Mike shifts mumbling. he blinks awake slowly. he glances around, looking confused. this isn’t his bedroom, he looks confused, mumbling. his eyes land on a hulking shadowy figure and he screams, scrambling up in the bed. Foxy jerks beside him immediately, growling. he jumps over Mike quickly, grabbing his sword from where he’d discarded it the night before.
“back up!” Foxy snaps. immediately the figure puts his hands up.
“easy! easy! shit, I’m sorry!” Freddy yelps, stepping back. Mike heaves a sigh, dropping his head back.
“fuck. Freddy, you scared the hell out of me.” Mike mutters. Foxy heaves a sigh, shoulder dropping.
“idiot. I told ye when ye poked in last night, t’ fuckin’ knock.” Foxy snaps.
“I did! you didn’t answer. I was just going to wake you up when Mike woke up and started screaming.” Freddy says.
“you’re a hulking shadow standing over me while I’m sleeping! you’re lucky my first response wasn’t like Foxys!” Mike snaps. he looks around.
“where are we?” Mike asks.
“the Cove. ye fell asleep an I brought ye in here.’ Foxy says. Mike nods slightly. “what do you want?” Foxy asks.
“its 8am, I was just coming to check on you guys.” Freddy says. Mike sits up quickly.
“8 AM? are you serious? I slept 15 hours!?” Mike shouts, scrambling out of the bed.
“you were tired. we let you sleep.” Freddy says, confused.
“I have a job, I can’t sleep that long.” Mike says. “he looks down, he’s in only his boxers. “where are my clothes?” Mike asks, looking at Foxy.
“don’ look at me. ye were dressed when I went t’ bed.” Foxy says, stepping back. he turns on the light in his boat, grateful Mike had added one. “did ye strip down when ye went to the bathroom?” Foxy asks.
“I don’t remember getting up to go to the bathroom.” Mike mutters.
“they’re over here.” Freddy mutters, tossing them at Mike.
“great thanks. I’m borrowing the shower in the back, can you snatch me a shirt from my office. doesn’t matter which one, I have all kinds in there.” Mike says.
“released or not released?” Foxy asks.
“doesn’t matter. I’ve got 12 designs in there that have all been approved and are in the works, some have even been shipped already. just grab me one.” Mike says, heading out of the room.
“alright, ye got a spare set o’ pants in there should I grab them too?” Foxy asks.
“please.” Mike mutters.
“you keep spare clothes in your office?” Freddy asks.
“yeah, grab my shower bag too.” Mike mutters. he glances at Freddy. “remember the kid who thought he could drink half a bottle of soda then eat like four mentos? when he threw up on me it went every where. I keep two full sets of spare clothes. that shit ruined my favorite pair of boxers.” Mike mutters. Freddy snorts.
“it was rancid.” Freddy laughs.
“he smelled fer a week.” Foxy mutters, heading for Mikes office. Mike watches him go.
“check in with Chica, make sure the cake is ready for todays big party okay? and double check with Bonnie that the music is set up and ready to go.” Mike says.
“Mike.” Freddy says firmly, grabbing him.
“what?” Mike asks.
“breathe. everything is taken care of. the cake is finished, the music is ready, we’re recharged. are you?” Freddy asks. “you’re stressing yourself out over this place. its just Freddy’s.” Freddy murmurs.
“its your home.” Mike snaps. Freddy sighs softly, shaking his head.
“home is with all of us together. now why don’t you and Foxy go home, take the day?” Freddy asks.
“I can’t.” Mike says, pulling free from his grasp. he walks into the backroom, Bonnie looks up from his bed.
“uh, you okay?” Bonnie asks.
“I’m fine. just need a shower.” Mike says.
“Mike, why can’t you take the day?” Freddy asks. Mike whips around.
“and miss the Cove’s very first party? not happening. I didn’t miss the first main room party, or any of the first partys centered around a single one of you, hell the kid with the mentors threw up on my at the first party centered around Bonnie. it was the birthday boy, he was Bonnie’s biggest fan. I didn’t miss your first centered parties and I’m not missing Foxy’s.” Mike says, firmly. he turns and heads for the shower quickly. Freddy follows him.
“the Cove’s first party is today? the day after opening?” Freddy asks.
“Fredyd! get out!” Mike snaps, throwing one of the bottles of soap from the shower at him. Freddy stumbles back a little, shutting the door.
“did you really think following him into the shower was a good idea?” Bonnie snorts.
“I didn’t think about it.” Freddy huffs.
“think ‘bout what?” Foxy asks, walking in with a duffle bag.
‘nothing.” Freddy says.
“Freddy followed Mike into the shower.” Bonnie laughs. Foxy glares at him.
“I was talking and not paying attention.” Freddy huffs.
“ye better watch it Fazbear.” Foxy warns. he knocks on the door. it pops open immediate and Mikes wet arm reaches out. Foxy passes him the bag and steps back.
“he’s particularly chipper this morning.” Bonnie says.
“he’s pissed he slept so long.” Freddy frowns. Bonnie looks confused.
“but he needed the sleep?” Bonnie asks.
“it don’ matter. he’s mad he slept as long as he did.” Foxy frowns.
Mike pops out of the shower 10 minutes later, drying his hair.
“Mike?” Freddy asks.
“yeah?” Mike asks.
“we don’t have any party’s scheduled for tomorrow. how about we stay closed, give us all a day to recover?” Freddy asks. Mike looks at him.
“what? why?” Mike asks.
“well you’re working so hard.” Freddy shrugs.
“we all are Freddy. we’re tired.” Bonnie interjects.
“Bonnie’s right. six months non stop. we take one day.” Foxy says. Mike frowns.
“one day, its all we’re asking for. one day off.” Bonnie says.
“we’re sentient, we can ask for a day off right?” Freddy asks, curious. Mike nods.
“yeah. yeah, you can.” Mike assures. he sighs. “okay, tomorrow.” Mike murmurs.
“we can all come hang out at your house again.” Bonnie smiles. Mike nods.
“okay. I’m gonna go check with Chica.” Mike murmurs. Foxy pops back into the bathroom and grabs Mikes dirty clothes, before heading to Mikes office.
Mike walks quickly into the kitchen, where Chica is icing a cake.
“oh! hey Mike.” Chica smiles, looking over at him.
“hey, hows the cake?” Mike asks.
“almost done. just making sure Foxy looks right, then I have to add Aidens name and its done.” Chica smiles. Mike nods.
“good, it looks amazing, great job Chica.” Mike says.
“all I can say is I’m really grateful for the upgrade Mike. I never could’ve done this in my old body.” Chica says. Mike smiles at her.
“your welcome. I’m glad your happy.” Mike smiles. he heads out of the kitchen towards his office, glancing around as he walks. had he really slept through the whole day? had they really cleaned up without him? he walks into his office and pauses, Foxy is sitting at his desk. “you okay?” Mike asks.
“could ask ye the same. yer lookin’ a bit rough there.” Foxy murmurs. “ye need sleep.” Foxy adds. Mike huffs.
“what I need, is a good meal and a good fuck.” Mike scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. he knows Foxy is right. the bags under his eyes have bags and he’s looking a little unkempt. he runs a hand through his hair and sighs.
“both o’ which I will be happy t’ help with, but yer missin’ the point.” Foxy frowns, getting up from Mikes chair. he walks over to the shorter man. “yer tired, I know ye are. why don’ ye go sleep in the Cove?” Foxy asks.
“I can’t.” Mike mutters. Foxy frowns and pulls the smaller to his chest, letting Mike melt into his warmth.
“yer almost dead on yer feet.” Foxy frowns.
“but today is special.” Mike mumbles. Foxy rolls his eyes and nuzzles his face into Mikes neck.
“yer stressin’ yerself, and fer what? we’ve got this place handled.” Foxy soothes. “go home.” Foxy murmurs. Mike shakes his head immediately.
“no.” MIke frowns.
“why?” Foxy asks.
“because I can’t there’s important things happening today.” Mike frowns.
“loike what?” Foxy asks. Mike sighs. “what a birthday party? we can handle a silly little party Mike.” Foxy assures. Mike pushes away from him, leaving Foxy confused.
“its not just a party.” Mike frowns. Foxy raises an eye brow.
“then what be it?” Foxy asks.
“its the first Foxy themed party we’ve had.” Mike mumbles. Foxy smiles at him.
“yer worried over that?” Foxy asks.
“you aren’t?” Mike huffs. “its the first party in the Cove and its for your number one little fan and didn’t miss it for the others how could I miss it for you?” Mike asks. Foxy shakes his head and leans down, kissing Mike, before nuzzling the side of his face.
“hey ye need t’ take care o’ yerself alright? don’ worry about the party. we got it covered. ye don’ need t’ be fallin asleep here at here yer desk.” Foxy frowns. Mike huffs.
“you weren’t fussing a couple of weeks ago when we feel asleep in here.” Mike mutters. Foxy smirks.
“no, I weren’t. m’not fussin’ now. all m’sayin’ is yer lookin’ tired. ye were sayin’ ye needed a good fuck, but honestly ye’d probably fall asleep the moment ye hit the mattress.” Foxy murmurs.
“yeah, I guess your right.” Mike mumbles. he wraps his arms around Foxy’s waist. “please don’t try to make me go home. just let me stay for the party.” Mike manages.
“ye don’ have t’ leave if ye don’ wanna, but jus’ take it easy.” Foxy murmurs. “hang out in the back on Bonnie’s bed, til s’party time. get ye some more sleep. no one will mess with ye back there. I know ye’ll be safe and won’t have to worry about the Cove sounds waking ye up.” Foxy murmurs. Mike nods a little.
“okay, but Foxy?” Mike asks.
“hmm?” Foxy asks.
“its 20 minutes until we open, you may want to put your little Pirate outfit back on.” Mike mumbles.
“I’ll have plenty o’ time. now, c’mere.” Foxy murmurs, scooping him up. Mike wraps his arms around Foxy’s neck, letting him hold him. he drops his head against the tallers shoulder, letting Foxy carry him. Foxy heads out of the office and down the hall towards the main show stage.
“Foxy? Mike?” Chica asks, walking over to them.
“Foxy, is Mike okay?” Bonnie asks.
“yeah, s’tired. m’takin’ ‘im t’ yer bed so he can sleep in peace.” Foxy says, gently shifting Mike. the man doesn’t budge, already sleep. Foxy had been right, he was exhausted. Bonnie nods.
“come on, we’ll get him set up in there.” Bonnie assures, leading Foxy to the back. “is he snoring?” Bonnie asks.
“yeah.” Foxy says, shifting his hold on the smaller. Mikes head falls back at the shifting, but he doesn’t wake.
“come on, throw him in, he’ll be okay back here.” Bonnie says, pulling the blanket back on his bed. Foxy nods and walks over to the bed, laying Mike on the bed carefully. Mike doesn’t even fight, already out cold. Foxy takes the blanket from Bonnie, carefully tucking it around him. “come on, he’ll be alright in here. we can pop in to check on him here and there.” Bonnie assures. Foxy nods, watching Mike a moment longer, before heading out to get dressed.
“Bonnie?” Freddy asks, stepping out of their shower. he’s already dressed in his usual brown tux, drying his hair. “whats going on?” Freddy asks.
“Mike fell asleep again. Foxy and I put him in here to sleep. just check on him occasionally, okay? he’s exhausted and overworked and he’ stressing himself out, so lets keep an eye on him the way he’s done us. make sure he’s safe.” Bonnie assures. Freddy nods slightly, glancing at Mike.
“come on, lets get out of here.” Freddy murmurs, pulling Bonnie out gently.
Mike’s not sure how long he’s been asleep, but he wakes to someone shaking him. he blinks awake, sleepily.
“Bon?” Mike mumbles.
“hey, you said you didn’t want to miss the Cove’s first party. its starts in 10 minutes, you ready?” Bonnie asks. Mike nods slightly, sitting up.
“yeah… sorry I took over your bed.” Mike mumbles, rubbing at his face.
“as long as I’m not in it, you’re welcome anytime.” Bonnie assures, helping him up off the bed. he fixes Mikes hair gently. “you ready?” Bonnie asks.
“yeah.” Mike manages. “Chica finish the cake?” Mike asks.
“yes and we all pitched in to set up the party.” Bonnie assures, leading him out. “why don’t you step to the kitchen and get a cup of coffee?” Bonnie asks.
“m’kay.” Mike manages. he heads for the kitchen, nearly bumping into some of the staff.
“hey Mike.” Chica chuckles. Mike smiles at her sleepily, blinking when she puts a cup of coffee in his hand.
“thanks.” Mike murmurs.
“you wanna see the cake?” Chica asks.
“no I trust you did a great job.” Mike assures, heading out of the kitchen. Chica follows him. “hows Foxy?” Mike asks. Chica chuckles, motioning across the room. Mike looks over. Foxy, with a child on his shoulders, is being chased by several children dressed as Pirates, several are pointing plastic hooks, others plastic swords. Mike chuckles.
“what did he do now?” Mike asks.
“I think he’s protecting some sort of princess. I’m not sure, but the little girl on his shoulders was feeling left out, no one would play with her cause she’s wearing a princess dress. he stepped in.” Chica says. Mike steps back quickly, pulling Chica with him, when Foxy runs past, laughing.
“yer never gonna catch this ol’ Pirate! never!” Foxy laughs. he’s careful with the little girl as he runs. Mike chuckles softly.
“I’m gonna check out the party, okay? we’ve got 8 minutes. catch Foxy and clean him up, he’s got icing on his face already.” Mike says.
“no problem Mike!” Chica laughs, heading after Foxy. Mike heads for the Cove.
“don’t trust we set it up right?” Freddy asks, teasingly.
“hmm? nah, I trust. I just want to see.” Mike says. “Bonnie said you guys set everything. did you guys-” Mike starts.
‘the tables are set up, gift table is ready, cake is ready, balloons and streamers are up. we set up glitter cannons, with the correct glitter, its gold in the shape of treasure and treasure chests. the birthday chair is set up properly.” Freddy assures, stepping into the Cove with Mike. Mike smiles, looking around.
“I was just going to ask if anyone had remembered, to grab the Pirates Cove t-shirt from the prize corner. Aiden's parents paid extra for the shirt.” Mike said. Freddy pauses a moment, going over a mental list.
“no, but I’ll grab it now, no worries Mike. you relax, we’ve got this okay?” Freddy asks. Mike nods, watching him run off. Mike looks around.
“I told you, we set this up.” Bonnie chuckles. Mike turns to look at him.
“I know, I trust you guys.” Mike assures. “I just wanted to see.” Mike adds.
“you want to tell me why Chica is chasing Foxy around?” Bonnie asks. Mike chuckles.
“I told her to get the icing off his face.” Mike murmurs, looking around.
“I didn’t see any icing on his face.” Bonnie frowns. Mike smirks a little.
“me either.” Mike chuckles. Bonnie snorts.
“you torture that man.” Bonnie says.
“I’d never.” Mike chuckles. Foxy runs through the door off the Cove.
“I ain’ got icin’ no where! leave me alone ye crazy Chicken!” Foxy yelps, running behind Mike. Bonnie is quick to grab him and move him out of the way.
“come on Foxy we have a party in here in less than five minutes!” Chica shouts. she manages to cut the Pirate off, tackling him to the floor, though, Foxy doesn’t make it easy. she sits on his chest, fighting the man as he turns his head away her repeatedly.
“no! get off me!” Foxy shouts, kicking his legs. she’s got his arms pinned with her knees. he could get her off if he was in danger, but he’s not in danger. “get off o’ me!” Foxy shouts.
“you’re gonna break something you keep thrashing like that.” Bonnie chuckles.
“get off! Bonnie help me!” Foxy shouts, trying to kick her off. “Mike! c’mon! get her off!” Foxy shouts.
“hold still!” Chica hisses, trying to grab him. she’s afraid to grab his face and hurt him.
“hold still? hold still?! yer sittin’ on me! get off o’ me!” Foxy shouts.
“don’t mess up the room guys. 2 minutes until party time.” Mike snorts.
“don’ walk away! get her off!” Foxy shouts. Chica finally managed to grab hold of his face and pauses.
“Mike, he doesn’t have icing on his face.” Chica frowns.
“I told ye I ain’-” Foxy starts. he stops and turns to look at Mike. “ye did this!” Foxy shouts, breaking his arm free and shoving Chica off.
“hey I think I hear Freddy calling me!” Mike yelps, running out of the room.
“get back here!” Foxy shouts, scrambling off the floor. Mike laughs running through the main hall, carefully dodging children. “Mike! ye can’ run from ol Foxy!” Foxy calls. Mike laughs, dodging around Freddy, who quickly grabs the little girl he was talking to and picks her up out of the way.
“child! child! there’s a child!!! what out for the kids!” Freddy shouts, holding her protectively.
“yer a genius Freddy!” Foxy grins. “hey kiddos! Mike’s been a bad Pirate! I need help throwin’ ‘im over board!” Foxy shouts. Mike turns to face them panting, he looks confused.
“wait, what?” Mike asks.
“okay kids, grab ‘im!” Foxy laughs.
“no wait Foxy hang on!” Mike yelps, trying to get out of the way. suddenly theres arms around his knees and he’s being knocked over. the kids have him tackled an down to the ground before he can move, sitting on his back. “uncle! uncle!” Mike laughs.
“we got him Foxy! we got him!” a little girl giggles.
“ye sure did.” Foxy laughs, walking over. “hey Chica!” Foxy calls. the woman runs over confused. “ye got a cupcake?” Foxy asks. Chica looks around before snatching one off a table, she holds it out to Foxy.
“sure, I guess.” Chica says. “but what are you doing?” Chica asks.
“looks loike Mikey’s got a little icin’ on his face.” Foxy grins, crouching down. “m’jus’ gonna give’im a hand.” Foxy laughs. he lets Mike have a second to close his eyes, he doesn’t want to hurt the man, before shoving the cupcake in his face.
“Foxy!” Mike yelps.
“alright kiddies, let ‘im up.” Foxy snorts. the kids laugh, getting off him. Mike coughs, getting to his feet. Mike huffs at Foxy, flinging icing everywhere. Foxy laughs at him, grinning.
“alright boys and girls its time for Aiden Mathews birthday party! everyone head to the Cove.” Freddy calls.
“you’re gonna get it when the party is over.” Mike warns, grinning. Foxy smirks at him.
“I think I’ll survive.” Foxy assures, heading for the Cove. Mike huffs, shaking his head, but he’s smiling.
“there’s icing in your hair.” Chica giggles. Mike rolls his eyes.
“help me to the bathroom, all I can see is blue.” Mike says. Chica laughs and leads him off to the bathroom.
when he comes back out he heads for the Cove, bumping into Bonnie.
“hey the party is, why are you blue?” Bonnie asks, looking concerned.
“Foxy got payback.” Mike mutters. “the icing dye won’t come off.” Mike adds. Bonnie laughs and shakes his head.
“how are you gonna get him back?’ Bonnie asks.
“don’t worry about that.” Mike chuckles, walking into the Cove. “I’ll handle him later.” Mike assures. Bonnie chuckles.
“you’re in better spirits. I’m glad you got some good sleep.” Bonnie smiles.
“I feel pretty good.” Mike murmurs. he turns to look at the stage, with a small smile. Foxy is hanging off his boat, hook wrapped around the mast, almost looking like an exact copy of the shirt, except his sword is in his hand. he’s telling some exciting story, waving his sword around with a grin on his face. “look at him.” Mike says, softly. Bonnie glances at Mike, before looking at Foxy.
“he looks… happy.” Bonnie murmurs.
“no, he is happy.” Mike murmurs. Bonnie glances at Mike.
“you’ve come a long way Mike.” Bonnie says. Mike glances at him confused. “went from a guy living in a barely livable apartment, trying to survive against four killer animatronics, to this. new house, new job, boyfriend. you look happy.” Bonnie murmurs.
“we all do. we’re all happy.” Mike murmurs.
“thats true.” Bonnie smiles, looking around the room.
“so you and Freddy, right?” Mike asks, watching the stage.
“excuse me?” Bonnie asks, shocked. Mike glances at him.
“oh, sorry, I just assumed, the way he keeps looking at you.” Mike shrugs. Bonnie stares at Mike.
“I’m not… I’m not having this conversation.” Bonnie mumbles. Mike laughs, jumping a little when the confetti cannons go off, shooting golden glitter everywhere.
“thats gonna be a pain in the ass to clean up.” Mike snorts.
“we’re off tomorrow. cleaning crew is coming in to night for clean up and tomorrow for deep clean.” Bonnie says. Mike looks confused.
“but I didn’t…” Mike trails. Bonnie grins.
“hi, this is Mike Schmidts assistant a Freddy Fazbears, yeah see he’s sick and we’re gonna be closed tomorrow, can we get a full deep clean since we’ll be closed anyway?” Bonnie grins. Mike chuckles softly.
“alright.” Mike snorts. he turns back to see Foxy jumps off the stage, exaggeratedly waving his arms all over the place. “he’s like one big kid.” Mike chuckles. he shakes his head and finds himself a seat.
by the time the party Is done and the place closes for the night, the power indicator on Foxys wrist is flashing red, indicating the man has once again pushed his body too far and is on the edge of shutting down. he stumbling, attempting to keep his eyes open.
“okay mister. no cleaning. you go to the car. I’ll meet you outside.” Mike chuckles.
“I’ll walk with him.” Bonnie assures, following after Foxy.
“thanks Bonnie.” Mike says. he turns back to Freddy and Chica. “so you guys coming to the house tonight or you sleeping here?” Mike asks. Freddy looks around.
“cleaning crew and night guard will be here soon, so if we can, we’ll just ride with you.” Freddy says.
“no problem.” Mike assures.
“can we change first? this dress is hot.” Chica frowns. Mike nods.
“yeah, go a head. you guys don’t have to wear that shit.” Mike assures.
“we know, but we like them.” Freddy says, heading towards the back.
“I’ll send Bonnie in to change too.” Mike says, heading outside to the car. he gets in the driver seat and waits for the other three to come back. he glances at Foxy, whose leaned against the window, eyes shut. “you gotta stop doing this.” Mike says.
“comin’ from ye.” Foxy mumbles. Mike sighs.
“I’m gonna get in contact with Garcia and see if I can get you a battery upgrade. we went with a smaller one because I didn’t think you’d be active in the Pizzeria, but she should be able to upgrade yours.” Mike murmurs. Foxy leans over onto Mike’s shoulder, yawning. Mike chuckles and kisses Foxys head. “you need a shower, first thing in the morning.” Mike murmurs.
“why?” Foxy asks.
“you smell like pizza grease, probably from Chica tackling you earlier.” Mike murmurs.
“yer fault.” Foxy mumbles. Mike laughs, reaching over to pat Foxy’s thigh, before resting his hand there. he gently rubs his thumb into the synthetic skin of his boyfriend. he looks up when the others climb into the car.
“isn’t this sweet.” Freddy teases. Foxy grumbles, sitting up. he slumps over against the window again, yawning.
“Freddy be nice.” Chica warns.
“everyone ready?” Mike asks.
“lets go.” Freddy says. Mike nods and heads for the house. tomorrow was going to be interesting.