Hello Mikey

Chapter 3

"lemme go!" Mike cried.

"I'm just going to take you back to my house." Frank assured. he stepped out the door and the boy started screaming in pain. Frank looked down, letting go of his arm in shock. Mikes arm was burning red and blistering. he pulled his arm back and ran off in tears, screaming. "shit. Mike! come back here!" Frank shouted, heading after him. he followed the boy straight to Pirates Cove, where Foxy stood still in position like the others on their stage. "Mike?" Frank called looking around. he paused hearing a creak and swung around immediately to look at Foxy. the pirate was still standing in place and Frank sighed in relief. Mike whimpered quietly, pushing himself into a dark corner.

"go away! you hurt me!" Mike shouted. Frank headed for his voice.

"I need to see your arm kid." Frank said. he heard another creak, but assumed it was the boy in front of him. Mike ran from the shadows quickly, around Frank, and straight behind him. "come on Mike, I don't have... time... for... fuck." Frank trailed as he turned and found Foxy staring straight down at him, snarling lowly, Mike clinging to his leg. the boys arm looked awful.

"what did ye do t' 'im?" Foxy growled, scooping him up gently. Mike whimpered and curled up in his arm.

"y-you're supposed to be off..." Frank trailed.

"what did ye do t' Mike!?" Foxy snarled. Frank backed up quickly, putting his hands up.

"I-I tried to get him outside. when his arm left the doors it blistered up!" Frank explained. Foxy growled lowly, cradling the boy gently. he snapped his jaws at Frank, before pulling back enough to look Mike over. he was going to shut off soon, he could feel it, but he needed to make sure Mike was okay.

"let me see yer arm." Foxy said. Mike held his arm up towards the pirate. "fookin' black magic bullshit." Foxy grumbled.

"you're not supposed to-" Frank tried. the fox shot him a deadly glare and the man shut his mouth quickly.

"I can say whatever I wan'. I don' perform anymore." Foxy glared. Frank swallowed. "yer old spring animatronics. the rabbit knows some sort oh black magic. Mikes not goin' t' be able t' leave. unfortunately that means he's stuck here." Foxy grumbled, sitting down with the boy in his lap. Mike curled up and clung to him, whimpering.

"how come you guys didn't, ya know, he's still the guard." Frank said hesitantly. Foxy snorted and shot him the dirtiest look, cradling Mike gently.

"we ain' stupid. first oh all, he's a kid. he ain' no guard and second oh all, it's the uniform that sets off our sensors, not the fookin' guard." Foxy snapped. Frank stepped back some, swallowing hard. he decided to change the subject.

"he doesn't remember anything?" Frank ask.

"he remembers some, but not much." Foxy muttered. he looked down at the boy. "yer gonna 'ave t' be good fer Frank t'day. I'll see ye again t'night, okay?" Foxy ask. Mike nodded at him quietly.

"come on kid. there's a burn kit in the kitchen, lets get that arm taken care of before others get here." Frank said. Mike slowly climbed out of Foxy's lap, looking back at the pirate hesitantly. Foxy smiled at him and winked. Mike nodded and followed Frank to the kitchen.

"how come Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica aren't awake?" Mike ask.

"they're shut off for now. they turn on in about 30 minutes." Frank replied.

"they're shut off? so they are cartoons!"

"oh." Mike muttered, letting Frank pick him up and put him on the counter. he let the man patch up his arm and take him back to the main room.