Hello Mikey

Final Chapter

"he's alright!" Chica assures. Foxy shoves them out of the way, walking over quickly. the head has fallen off, so he can see Mikes and the blood from where he'd knocked himself out. Foxy can see blood spattered in the head, right where Mikes mouth would be. he's curled up in the corner, arms around his knees, still in the suit.

"Mike?" Foxy asks. he crouches carefully beside the man, who flinches away from him. Foxy shoots a nasty glare at Chica, before settling next to him. he brings his own knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.

"why would you do that?" Bonnie frowns.

"I-I... I justed wanted to keep him safe. it was the safest place for him." Chica says, softly.

"there were other ways. why didn't you try to push him outside?" Freddy hisses.

"we tried... more blisters appeared. I didn't know what else to do, then tripped and knocked himself out and I just... I was trying to keep him safe..." Chica mumbles. Foxy huffs a little. he glances at Mike. he can hear his shaky breath, he's probably having a panic attack.

"Mike? ye alright?" Foxy asks. Mike whines softly. Foxy glances up when someone taps his shoulder. looking up, Freddy's holding the once beloved Foxy plushie. he shrugs when Foxy shoots him a questioning look, motioning to Mike.

"might help." Freddy murmurs. Foxy nods and takes it. he looks it over a moment, before turning his head.

"Mike?" Foxy asks, Mike hugs his knees tighter. "hey, I know ye ain' wanna talk, but, how 'bout this?" Foxy asks, holding it out to him. Mike doesn't budge for a moment and Foxy frowns. slowly Mike lifts his head, the suit beside him rattles now that his heads not resting on his knees. he's trembling, not just shaking, nearly vibrating in the old suit. he shifts a little, reaching his hand out hesitantly, for the toy. Foxy takes a moment to look at him. there's blood on his mouth and some around his nose, no doubt from the head. he frowns a little. "hang on. s'get that stupid thin' off." Foxy murmurs. he sets the plush down, grabbing hold of the suit hand. "don' move. I don' wanna stick ye wit' me hook." Foxy murmurs. he waits for Mike to give a shaky nod, before he pulls the hand off. Mike flexes his fingers, before shifting again, hesitantly holding his other hand out. Foxy huffs a humorless chuckle. "yeah I'll get that one too." Foxy assures. he easily get the other hand off, nearly pausing as he catches sight of bandages on Mikes arm.

"how about we get him out of that suit?" Bonnie asks. Foxy shakes his head a little.

"one thin' at a time. move'im too much and we're jus' gonna set off another panic attack." Foxy warns, glancing at Bonnie. Foxy turns back to Mike, offering the man the toy again. Mike takes it, whole body seeming to jerk a little before he manages to grasp it, pulling it to his chest. Mike curls back up around it, dropping his head back against the knees of the suit with a clang. Foxy's seen Mike have a panic attack in the office before. before they cared what happened to him. he wished he'd paid more attention back then to how Mike had gotten himself to calm down. Foxy grabs Mikes arm, he wants to take a look at the bandages, but Mike yanks his arm back. "sorry, shouldn' 'ave grabbed ye loike that. can I look at that?" Foxy asks. Mike pulls his arm back further, curling up more. "I can get the suit off yer arm if'n ye let me see it." Foxy murmurs. Mike curls up more.

"Mike, I'm sure you'd be more comfortable if we got you out of that thing." Bonnie says. Freddy shakes his head.

"you two back off him." Freddy frowns. Bonnie glares at him.

"don't be a bully Freddy." Bonnie warns.

"don' be fightin'. knock it off." Foxy warns.

"I didn't mean to freak him out like this." Chica says.