You casually flip through the cameras with one hand holding up your cheek, eyes glued to the screen until Mike snaps his fingers, catching your attention.

"You can't be using up all the power like that. If we use it all up, we both die unless we can get away in time." He snaps at you while all you can do is flinch.

Everyone has their flaws and Mike has one that makes you feel like breaking down. Anger issues. Aggression. When you think you're doing nothing wrong, he finds something to gripe about. Most people would spit insults back at him. You don't have the courage to talk back and get up in his face. All you can do is keep your eyes from meeting his and zip your lips shut. That way, he can't fuss at you. But no matter if it's always three seconds later or an hour later, he always apologizes. At least he has the guts to do so.

"Sorry. I'm just really stressed tonight. By the third night, their need to kill you becomes greater. Foxy doesn't usually come out until the third night so be prepared to shut a door when needed." He looks back at his screen, completely oblivious to the fact you were shaking beside him.

You didn't want to admit it but you were scared out of your mind. Just like Mike would said you would be. For two hours straight, you avoided the Pirates Cove camera, letting Mike check on the pirate. You didn't have the guts to look at what was going on in PC. You mostly looked at Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie. Bonnie creeped you out more than the others for some reason. Bunnies are supposed to be nice. Not try to kill you.

"(Y/n), what percentage of power do we have left?" Mike had given you the main camera to look through. Which meant you had how many hours were left, the power usage, and the night number in your top right screen. Mike had the slightly broken one. What a gentleman.

"Thirty percent," you stare down at the pixelated number down in the bottom left corner of your screen.

"And what time is it?"

"... Three o'clock." You answer timidly, getting ready for Mike's outburst.

"Say that again? I swear I just heard you say it was three." He lifts his gaze up to meet your eyes, lips creased into a scowl.

You hand him your camera monitor and stand up from the chair. He watches you with his bitter scowl, unable to say anything unless it was yelling. But since he had already hurt your feelings more than once tonight, he decided to shut up for once.

"I might have used up most of our power. I'm wigging out, okay?! Did you honestly expect me to be calm about this? This is my first night to be hunted down by covered endoskeletons that try to stuff you into a metal suit. Why did I even try to help? You've done this before. Now I'm going to get us killed." You press a hand to your heart, trying not to hyperventilate like you wanted to. For Mike, you had to stay calm. Try to, at least.

"I tried telling you. You're too innocent for this kind of thing. You didn't even want to walk into the building by yourself this morning." He points a finger at you.

Without noticing, you bring one of your unharmed fingers and press it in between the sharp rows of teeth attached to your gums. You start to bite down but Mike had already stood and grabbed your wrist like earlier this morning, bringing the appendage from your teeth. He looked ready to slap you and cry for you all at the same time. In your head, you could use a good slap across the cheek. Maybe it would put you into place.

"Don't hurt yourself over something so stupid, idiot." He hisses at you, jaw clenched tightly.

You blink then rip your wrist away from his hand. Biting is the one thing that makes you better about everything. He can't tell you how not to hurt yourself. It's your choice to draw blood or not. You know he's looking out for you but you're just used to having people stay away from the subject of biting. Your parents have never told you not to do it. No other family members have told you not to do it. You always thought that it was okay. Then Mike comes in and tells you not to hurt yourself? Who does he think he is?

"Don't tell me what to do," you snarl like a bratty five year old, backing away and hitting the desk behind you.

He goes to retort some kind of tasteless comeback but the two of you lock up when hearing a deep throated laugh echo through the office. You immediately cling to Mike, your breathing speeding up to the point of passing out. It was like the spat before didn't even happen. Right before Mike goes to grab the camera monitor, pots and pans start to clash together from the right side of the hallway. Heavy footsteps, very inhuman footsteps, close in on the left doorway.

"We're going to die!" You exclaim, dipping down behind the office chair and clasping your arms over your head.

Mike ignores your melt down, picking up the monitor to see was happening through the halls. He reaches out and presses the light button. A blue light flashes on in the left hallway and waiting there is Bonnie who was just staring into the office with a 'smile' and emotionless eyes. Mike quickly presses the red button to close the door. He leans back in his chair and looks down at you. You were trembling out of your shoes, eyes clipped closed, and grinding your teeth to tune out the other noises such as banging pots and footsteps.

"You okay, Kiddo?" He calls down to your hunched over figure.

"What happens if they get in here? Do they carry around the suits?"

"They knock you out and drag you towards the suit room where we keep extra suits for fix-ups." He reaches a hand down a pats the back of your head to comfort you.

He goes back to keeping the room safe and you focus on the sound of switching cameras, your heavy breaking, and Mike grumbling about how the power was running out fast.

"How do you feel about running?" Mike suddenly asks.

"W-what?" You look up with tear filled eyes, suddenly hit with the realization that the office, and the whole building, was about to run out of power.

"I'm at five percent power and it's only four o'clock." He gets up from the spiny chair and walks around to you, offering a hand.

"W-we're going to die," you cry while taking his hand and lacing your fingering with his while he pulls you off the black and white tiled floor.

"No we're not. But we might get some scrapes and bruises trying to get away from Fazbear. When you lose all power, he goes crazy. Not just stalk you crazy, but like, running after you with the intent to strike you down berserk. Not even using the suit. He just kills you."

"C-could we make a run for the exit?" You blink away the crystal clear tears gathering up in your eyes.

"One of them would catch us before we could make it to the exit in time. Well, maybe you could. You did get away from Foxy and he's the fastest one here." Mike scratches at the back of his head, fingers twisted into his curling locks of hair.

The office goes pitch black and you squeeze Mike's hand tightly. To the point of him grunting in pain. While your eyes adjust to the darkness surrounding you both, music starts to play softly while two blue eyes flicker from the left doorway. Mike pulls at your arm harshly as he runs out of the left doorway, dragging you behind him. You quickly catch on and run behind him instead of letting your feet drag across the floor.

"W-where do we go?" You stutter, clasping a free hand over your mouth so the others wouldn't hear you breath. They could probably hearing you running though.

"Pirates Cove," Mike bluntly answers, now pulling your feet across the floor once again.

"I'm not going there again!" You protest weakly, trying to persuade him to go somewhere else.

"What other choice do we have? The others don't like Foxy so they stay away from the Cove. The only real threat will be Foxy. Better having one coming after us than three, right?"

You cross your fingers and hope that Foxy is just misunderstood and wouldn't hurt anybody. Maybe he was trying to catch up to you and warn you about the others? God, you hope so. Otherwise, the little bit of sanity you have left would shrivel away. The two of you run for Pirates Cove, breathing heavy and you were almost in tears. Every fiber of your being was telling you to find another way to survive but Mike knew what was best. You're just some newcomer who recently showed up to get money. Mike has been working here for years, it seems. Luckily, Mike was nice enough to take you under his wing, even be a friend and protecter.

Your breath hitches in your throat when turning into Pirates Cove and running straight for the dark purple curtains you stepped through once before. It only seems like a distant memory now. Being happy and not fearing the one thing that could relate to you like Foxy does. If only you had wished for him to stay powered down instead of wanting him to speak back to you. Maybe you wouldn't be so petrified of even hearing Foxy's name.

Your bodies disappear between the purple curtains and you cling to Mike's arm when skidding to a stop. You press your face into his upper arm and hold your breath like being underwater. So far, nothing has tried killing you yet. You peek open an eye and see that Mike was staring into Foxy's yellow eyes while Foxy stared back. Mike moves you from clinging to his arm then to behind him.

"Why isn't he coming after us?" Mike questions aloud. Mostly to himself.

Like a curious child, you lean over Mike's shoulder to see why Foxy hadn't attacked one of you yet. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew he wouldn't. You had faith in him once. Why can't you do it again? You wave over to him, giving a soft smile while fearful tears that was collecting in your eyes slide down your cheeks in straight lines. He lifts his hand and waves back with the same stop, pause, and move again motions. The fluid movement of a machine. Mike continued to glare, still not letting you move out from behind him.

"Mike, he would have hurt us already. He's the good guy." You whisper in Mike's ear.

"I don't trust him. He's tried killing me many times, running down halls faster than I can see him most of the time."

That faith you had for Foxy before he sprung to life was swelling in your chest again. Putting on a face of bravery, you push past Mike and slowly make your way over to the pirate fox.

"What-... what are you doing?! Are you stupid or something?" Mike whisper-yells at your back.

You stop and turn back to face him, eyebrows quirked and lips pursed into a bitter smile. If he would just give you a chance, maybe you could make Mike understand that not all animatronics in this pizza place are bad. You might still have some doubts because you're a grown up, but the child part of you is saying that everything was fine from the beginning.

"Shut up and let me do this. He won't harm anyone." Before he can protest, you had already turned your back to him once more.

Everything was so sudden. The power cutting off, the flashing blue eyes, running into Pirates Cove. You just needed a little push from fate to get you believing again. Those images of them all staring at you will forever be burned into your mind, but did Foxy mean it in a vile way like the other three?

You walk up to Foxy, legs quivering like they were going to give out. He bends down on one mental knee to face you at your height. Foxy was much taller than the other animatronics. Chica was the smallest, then Freddy, then Bonnie, and then Foxy towered over all of them it seemed like. It felt natural for him to bend down so you could get a good look at his face without having to crane your head upwards. You reach out a hand a place it on his chest, testing out how he would react to touched awake. The last times you touched him was when he was dead asleep. He reciprocates your action by using his hand to pat the top of your head like he would a little kid back in the day.

"You're not a bad guy..." You murmur, feeling the softness of his fake red fur sweep over your fingers.

"Not bad at all. If anything, I'm the bad guy for thinking you were trying to harm me."

***

It was going to turn six any minute now. Mike's eyes were glued to the split between the curtains, ready to get out of Pirates Cove and get home for the day. He forgot to wear his watch so his nerves were getting the best of him, not knowing when the clock would start to chime. Mike still didn't feel comfortable with Foxy, seeing as the two of them glared at each other. Well, Mike glares at Foxy. Foxy can't exactly glare. He can only stare for long periods of time.

You and Foxy say towards each other, inspecting each other's looks while never saying one word. Every now and then, you would lay a hand on his leg and feel just how cold he was. He didn't touch you after that one head pat, almost like he was scared to. The hook he had for a hand did make you feel uneasy, but you would never say that in front of him.

"You don't say much, do you Mr. Foxy?" You tilt your head to the side, giving a toothy smile.

Mike looks over at you and scoffs quietly. He still couldn't believe you trusted that rusty robot the second he didn't come after the both of you. Didn't you understand that this could just be curiosity? What if Foxy was planning to tear into your body after he got bored of you?

The clock starts to beep, letting you and Mike know you could leave the building safely. You sigh, feeling disappointed you had to leave so soon. The night turned out to be a disaster until the very end. The brunette jumps up from his spot and runs over to the curtains, sending you looks that said he wanted you to come with him.

"Aren't you coming, (Y/n)?"

"Uh, I want to stay with Foxy for a bit longer. You can go ahead and leave without me." You wave off Mike, demanding he leave.

"Are you sure?" His tone of voice goes from stern to strained.

"I'm sure, Mike! Go ahead without me. I'll see you tomorrow." You give him one last childish grin before turning back to Foxy.

He bites his bottom lip before leaving the stage, slipping through the curtains and not turning back. You listen to the footsteps of Mike before they become soft and vanish. Now you were left alone with a potentially deadly animatronic on your own. What could go wrong?

"You know, you're too quiet. Do you happen to be shy or something?" You cross your legs, laying your hands down in your lap.

"B-broken vo-ice box," his voice cracks and crumbles.

"Poor Mr. Foxy. Hey, I'll find some way to fix your voice box! I've got you covered." You twiddle your thumbs, lips curled into a huge grin.

"By the way, you have to promise me something," you start, holding up your pinky. "You have to promise me that we will always be friends. I don't really know if Mike is a true friend, but it would be nice to know someone really is. How about it? Pinky promise?"

You hold your smooth pinky finger up higher, waiting for him to accept or decline. He raises up his hook for his pinky and you resist the urge to giggle, lacing your pinky around the cold metal of his hook.

"You can't go back on your promise now! We're going to be friends forever."

You stand up from your spot and pat the dirt and dust off your pants. Foxy stands up after you but he just didn't care about dusting himself off. As much as you didn't want to leave your new friend, your mother would be worried about you if you didn't get home soon. You already disobeyed her rule by staying out at night.

"I have to get home. Mama will be worried about me if I don't get home before she wakes up."

You scrunch up your fingers and decide to give in and hug him. You wrap your arms around his torso and squeeze. Before he could even think of hugging you back, you let go and run for the exit.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Foxy. I promise."

With that farewell, you leave the stage without looking back to see what his reaction would be. He watches the cast of your shadow leave the room with a skip. If he could smile, that's all he would be doing.

"S-see ye tomorro-w, Lass."