Spring had no idea how long he silently sat with Mike but eventually Henry walked in with a worried look on his face.
"Mike? Are you alright?" Henry asked while looking at Mike.
"Yeah. Just, got into a tight spot with Ennard and Lizzie." Mike said with a frown.
Henry sighed.
"Did anyone get hurt?" Henry asked with a frown.
Mike shook his head and so did Spring.
"Good." Henry said in relief.
Spring sighed.
Mike really needed a better adult. Spring was going to have to find a way to step it up. Henry then left them both and headed to the living room where Spring heard the tv turn on.
Spring turned his head to look at Mike.
"Mike are you actually okay?" Spring asked seriously.
Mike sighed.
"Honestly? No, but I can't just roll over and let them kill me." Mike said with a frown.
Spring shook his head.
"That's not what I was suggesting. I think you need a break." Spring said honestly.
Mike laughed harshly.
"A break!? How would we accomplish that!?" Mike asked Spring with a huff.
Spring pondered it for a moment before making his decision.
"Well. You have been saying you were going to fix me. Why don't we start on that?" Spring suggested.
Mike rolled his eyes.
"That's not a break. That's just me doing you a favor." Mike grumbled.
Spring tilted his head.
"Do you not enjoy mechanics?" Spring asked curiously.
"Not really. It's definitely more of Henry's thing." Mike admitted.
"What do you like to do then, Mike?" Spring questioned curiously.
"I don't know. I used to like art." Mike said with a frown.
Spring brightened.
"Art? We could do that." Spring said happily.
Mike huffed.
"I'm definitely not as good as I used to be at it though and I don't have any art utensils here." Mike said with a sigh.
Spring rolled his eyes.
"Pencil and paper? Art don't take much." Spring said before going to the closet and picking up a stack of paper and setting it on the bed. He then checked the nightstand and found a old pencil and put it beside the paper. He also grabbed the clipboard that was in there and put it on the bed too.
"There. Problem solved." Spring said smugly before sitting on the bed beside Mike.
Mike stared at the pencil and paper warily for a moment before picking up the clipboard and placing a piece of paper in it and grabbing his pencil.
"So what will you draw?" Spring asked as he gazed at the paper.
"I don't know. Maybe you." Mike said as he contemplated.
Spring nodded and watched as Mike finally began drawing. He was hesitant at first but he slowly grew more confident as the drawing took more shape and form.
Spring was a bit mesmerized honestly as he watched the drawing come to life and in the end it was Spring and Mike.
Spring stared at the drawing for a moment before looking at Mike softly.
"I love it. Can we put it on the fridge?" Spring asked gently.
Mike nodded before taking his art out and replacing the paper with a new paper in the board and handing the new paper and the pencil to Spring.
Spring stared at the board for a long moment before humming and beginning to draw.
His art looked similar to Mike's but his was more sharp while Mike's had more of a curve.
Spring had ultimately decided to draw Mike and himself but instead of both just standing there he made himself put an arm around Mike's shoulders while Mike smiled as if having his picture taken by a camera.
"What do you think Mike?" Spring asked as he finished and looked over at Mike.
Mike was smiling and he chuckled.
"It's amazing Spring." Mike said with a smile.
Spring chuckled softly.
"Thanks Mike. Which one on the Fridge?" Spring questioned as he looked between the two pictures.
Mike pointed at his almost immediately.
"I like yours." Mike said as he took his hand back and Spring nodded.
Spring picked up the picture and brought it to the kitchen where he put it on the fridge and moved one of Henry's slightly cringe Freddy Fazbear magnets to keep it in place.
Spring nodded in satisfaction before going back to the room with Mike.
Mike was drawing again so Spring silently sat beside him and watched. He appeared to be drawing a man. He was tall with slick brown hair and light brown eyes and he looked familiar in a horrible way.
Spring didn't speak up until the drawing was finished and he saw Mike's face suddenly twist in anger and he grabbed the picture and took it to save it as he assessed it further.
"Mike. Who is this man?" Spring finally asked after a moment in a slightly shaky voice.
Mike didn't say a word but he seemed to be waiting for something.
Spring was quiet for a moment as he assessed Mike's face and then he shredded the paper. It gave him a horrible and disturbing feeling anyways. Not to mention it was clearly upsetting Mike.
"Mike. Are you okay?" Spring asked after a moment.
"You.. You aren't going to try to do something horrible?" Mike asked in confusion.
Spring blinked.
"Why would a picture make me do something horrible?" Spring questioned.
"I saw the look in your eyes Spring. You recognized that picture. My dad doesn't make nice animatronics." Mike spat.
Spring sighed and looked down.
"Okay. Maybe I found that picture a tad bit familiar but I would never hurt you, Mike. You're my friend." Spring said honestly as he looked up and stared Mike in the eyes.
Mike looked away.
Spring sighed. He had a feeling that he was a bit unwanted and that Mike needed time to think and so he left and went to the storage room where he sat down and waited for Henry to go to his room so that he could reclaim the tv until Mike figured whatever he needed to figure out.
