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#ireallydontgiveafuck #whydoistillworkhere #youareofficallycutoff #hatethis #still2weekstogo #happythaticanleavehere
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Every day, the little boy was always there. He was always at the head of the crowd whenever Foxy’s curtains drew back, and he was always eager to speak with Foxy after the songs were over. This little boy was Mikey Schmidt, whose mother was an accountant for Fazbear’s. Instead of going to daycare, the boy was allowed to roam the restaurant while his mother worked in the back room.
Despite the emphasis placed on the main stage, where Freddy and his friends Chica and Bonnie resided, Mikey had always been drawn to the Pirate’s Cove for whatever reason. More often than not, Mikey even wore a plastic pirate hook and a bandana to show his allegiance to the Pirates’ Crew. Mikey certainly had a soft spot for Foxy, and Foxy had to admit that he had a soft spot for the boy as well.
The day always started with the same question from Mikey: “Foxy, we’re friends, right?”
The answer was always the same: “Yarr, Mikey, ye will always be me friend!”
Today seemed to be no different. After Foxy finished his first songs of the day, he knelt down on his stage to see the ever-excited Mikey eye-to-eye. The little one was always so ecstatic to see him… Mikey’s eyes glimmered with the spark of innocence, of youth and wonder. For the little one, there seemed to be nothing better than being near his idol.
"Ahoy, Mikey!" Foxy greeted the boy, grinning at him in a friendly manner. "It be good ta see ye, lad!"
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(●ω●✿) — A starter, maybe?
((lol so I got really busy with stuff today and didn't get around to that whole posting thing in general, but tomorrow I'll really be getting to things~))
"Hey, not sure if anyone told you this, but each animatronic has little things that let you know they're there. Bonnie shorts out your cameras, Chica breathes. Yes, she BREATHES heavily, Foxy obviously runs... You doors completely stop working if the big man himself in in there, but by that time it's too late."
"Thanks for the tips." Mike smiled.
[While staring intently at the camera, he squints a little.] Sit the fuck down, Foxy. Sit /down/.
❝ Y̸e̡ ain'̀t go͝t ͢no ro̕om͠ ̸to or͢der̷ m͜è ̶ a͜r̢ou̕nd w͡he̷n̢ ye̡ a͡ìn͘'t̸ e͞v̶e̶n ͟foll͘o̵wiǹ'͞ t҉h͡e ́r͢ul͢es. ̵W̕h̨e̛re be yer S ҉Ú I ̡T͠?́ ❞
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