One month later, the doctors were losing hope. They didn't know how long this coma would last and they were planning on pulling the plug on her. Vincent and Mike were slowly starting to give up as well, but they never lost hope. Mike and Vincent weren't able to find any other job, so they ended up having to work at that hell of a pizzeria. Vincent was given the clear to run, but he still has to be careful about his arm. He gets his cast off in about a week or so. Mike's ribs healed a lot faster than expected, so he was all good.

Every night, around 6:00, Mike and Vincent went out to a huge garden in the park for (Y/n)'s sake. They never had the time to bring her there. They'd go there and just walk around telling each other about their favorite memories with (Y/n). Mike usually broke down because he felt as if the whole situation was his fault. The duo missed her so much. The jewel-like (e/c) eyes, the laugh that was brighter than the sun, and the smile that made your heart melt with just a glance. Without you there with them, it truly broke their hearts.

Mike and Vincent visited the hospital every day ever since they got out. They would get into arguments and fights with the doctors since they know damn well who they were. They didn't want them going into (Y/n)'s room, but they would pick the lock and sneak in there.

The doctors told them that they would call them as soon as (Y/n) wakes up anytime soon. They were fearing they would have to, only to say goodbye.

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Vincent and Mike figured they would go to the pizzeria. Hell, it's the only place they could go. They worked full time, day and night shift, so they could get paid more. Yes, they didn't have a boss, but the bank paid them for what they did. They thanked god for this because they were paid so much more than what ol' boss did. What a dick.

Mike walked into the empty restaurant with Vincent. All the blinds were closed so nobody could look inside. Since it was empty and the animatronics haven't seen anyone for days, they decided to hop off the stage. "Where the hell have you been!?" Freddy exclaimed quickly morphing into his human form. The others followed. "Where's (Y/n)...?!" Chica squeaked. Mike and Vincent apologized to the group and looked at each other asking who should tell them what happened to the girl that meant so much to them.

Vincent sighed and took a step forward. Foxy, Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy all sitting at a table waiting for their questions to be answered. "(Y/n) got into a fight at the mall. We got the hell outta there and hit the road. It turns out we were being followed..and we got hit..badly..." Vincent started to tear up. "M-Mike and I are okay now but..(Y/n) isn't.." Freddy stood up slamming the table. "SHE'S DEAD!?! WHO THE HELL WAS DRIVING!?!" Mike instantly became filled with rage. "YOU MUST BE ON A POGO STICK FROM ALL THE CONCLUSIONS YOU'RE JUMPIN TO, FUCKER, BECAUSE SHE'S IN A COMA!" Mike's eyes started to water. "I..I was driving. There was no time for me to swerve out of the way. It was too late." Mike pulled over a chair, buried his head in his hands, and took some deep breaths.

"WhAs witH aLLthE yeLLING..?!" Gold came in drunk off his ass. Bonnie face palmed about Gold and he was nearly crying because of (Y/n). "ThEy'RE seLLiN cHocOLaTes." Vincent responded in the best raspy voice he could manage. Mike smacked him upside the head letting him know that now was not the time for making SpongeBob references.

Chica looked in Gold's direction with watery eyes and stated, "(Y/n) got in a car accident and we don't know when she'll be coming back because she's in a coma." Gold's expression suddenly became angry. "Who was driving the car!?" His attempt of controlling his slurred speech was actually pretty well. Mike rolled his eyes not wanting to re-explain this. "I was." Mike muttered loud enough for him to hear. Bad decision. When Gold drinks, angry+drunk never ever ends well.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop for a good 10 seconds. In a few quick steps, Gold grabbed Mike by the throat and held him against the wall. Everyone was screaming for him to let go and they even tried pulling him off, but he was too strong. "WHO IN WHAT MIND GAVE YOU YOUR DRIVERS LICENSE!?! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU FIND IT?! UNDER A SHRUB IN THE WOODS!? YOU'RE A SAD EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING. YOU THINK (Y/N) WILL EVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS!? YOU CAN'T BE--" Mike managed to kick Gold in the chest sending him off into the small crowd that was prying him off. Mike collapsed to the ground holding his throat, gasping for the air he couldn't reach.

Chica knelt down next to Mike and rested a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Mike are you okay? I'm so sorry about him.." She looked over to the group seeing that it took everybody to hold him down. "I'm...I'm fine." Gold's words replayed through his head over and over again. Then the thought hit him like a bullet. The thought that he believed would change everything when (Y/n) wakes up.

"Would (Y/n) ever forgive me for this?"

Mike stood up and started walking for the door. Vincent took notice and called after him. "Mike where are you going!?" Mike turned around and glared at the, what appeared to be, twins (Freddy and Gold). "Out. I'll pick you up later." Mike's cold tone chilled the atmosphere of the pizzeria as he slammed the door and went to his car.

Mike began driving to the closest package store. As he drove, he was putting all the pieces together and he made the horrifying realization that (Y/n) probably wouldn't forgive him. If she never did, then he could never forgive himself.

After that quick trip to the package store, he drove back to his house nearly in tears. He couldn't break down while he was driving. Mike sat in his dusty kitchen and pulled out the various bottles of alcohol from the shitty paper bag.

"All I want to do is forget!" Mike yelled to himself as he pried open a bottle of whiskey. "I wish I could never fucking remember! I wish I could just erase all of my damned mishaps and have (Y/n) back here!" Two large gulps from the bottle later, he began to break down in tears.

"Just forget...just fucking forget!!" Mike sobbed into the bottle like it was his only bit of support he had left. It burned to swallow but he accepted every bit of pain it gave him.

"Please...just let me go."