He sighed.

Punishment.
Pain.
Anger.
Guilt...

He shook his head.
He looked down at a cut on his wrist. It was a bit deep. He just pulled his shirt sleeve over it.
There was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" He called, not bothering to get up and check. Probably no one important. No one visited him.

"It's me."

He recognized the voice and stood up. "I'm coming..." He muttered, then walked over to the door and opened it.

The woman stared.
"Hi." She mumbled, a small smirk beginning to form on her face.
"What do you want?" The man growled.

"Nothing. Can't an old friend just stop by and say hi?" She purred, jerking a knife from her pocket. The man gasped and backed up against the wall. She stepped in and placed the knife on his neck. His eyes widened, filled with fear.

The woman smirked.

***

Mike growled under his breath in frustration as his car pulled into his parking lot.
He'd came home early. But he was just glad to be alive.

He got out of his car and walked up to his door, sliding his keys into the lock.
He stepped inside.

"You're home early." He heard Melody mutter. She was watching TV.

"Yeah. I'm just glad to be out of there. That fox found a way inside my office."

She whipped around and noticed a gash on his shoulder from where Foxy had dug his hook into it.
She ran up to him and pulled up the sleeves of his shirt, only to find the bite marks from when Foxy bit down on his arm, too.
She gasped.
"M-Mike.... I-I-"
Mike just patted her on the back. "It's okay, really..."
She shook her head.

Suddenly the phone rang.
Melody reached for the phone and hit the talk button.
"Uh huh... What?! CHELSEA! YOU'RE INSANE!" She snapped into the phone.
Shaking her head, she hung up and walked over to the door and opened it, slipped on her shoes, and then ran outside to her car, muttering the whole time.

Mike sighed and went to set down on the couch.