Please help me.

#celxbrate #{I WENT THERE #Holy shit imagine him petting Foxy when the MA runs out #Just sudddenly BAM animatronic #{; check the cameras}

He beamed down at the fox and moved to bend down and gently stroke the furry head his fingers scratching behind its ears. "You're not so scary when you're furry."

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he growls pathetically, eyes narrowing to slits. that’s about all foxy can do to tell mike that this isn’t funny, and that his attitude isn’t appre- ̀ ciated in the slightest.

Oh Mike is intensely amused, more than he thought that he would be. The big scary fox that took parts of his skull off turned into a fluffy animal was way too funny.

"Aw, don't growl."

#celxbrate #{Not the first time #ZING #{; check the cameras}

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whydoistillworkhere said: "….You’re so cute now." toreadxrmarch said: if you listen carefully you can hear freddy laughing

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hateful looks are shot in response to the individual jeering ; at least beforehand he could talk.

#Don't be a shit Mikey #celxbrate

"Way too cute. I've always loved foxes. Wanted a silver fox as a pet for a while."

Foxy stepped back, trying to hide behind the stage curtains. “Mi - Mi - Mikey, please. I - I - I be tryin’ t’ ferget that. Ye should, too, it can’t be good for ye." he concluded.

Foxy hated thinking back to ‘87. Not only was it the start of his “break” but the end of the one friendship he ever truly had. Mikey had gotten too close, crossed the line. It was a glitch, a reflex paired with his broken jaw.

He activated the sensors and Foxy’s biting mechanism was triggered; he didn’t mean to.

#yoho outoforder #Gives u a sad

"How can -- How can I forget something that turned my life upside down?" He chose his words carefully, trying not to make the animatronic feel guilt, but trying to get him to understand how much it meant to him.

Mike had one friend bad then -- an animatronic fox. He was weird, no one liked him. He spoke funny and did strange things, and he was teased. He used to talk to Foxy about the problems he had, about the teasing he endured.

He didn't remember much of the bite. Just pain.

He still had attacks to this day, where his head would pound and throb, and he couldn't move, could just lay on the ground and cry and drool. He had seizures that he didn't remember.

He needed to know.

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“ p-p-please refrai n n from us in g that k-kind of language at freddy fazbear’s ppizza! ” hollered freddy, proceeding to trudge after the security guard, eyes illuminating the path in front of him as he went. “ y you wa-wanna ppla y hide and seek? o o kay then! ”

#toreadxrmarch #{Oh man imagine him having an Attack and Freddy taking advantage of it}

He skidded on the floor, hand going up to press on his eyes and temples and calm the throbbing inside his head, his hands trembling as he slammed open a door and slammed it closed, evenly breathing and trying to find a place to hide. Anywhere. Anywhere. There! Under the table, he crawled, curled in a ball. "Nnngh.."

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a semi-quiet voice came from the darkness, supposedly saying “ h-hhe y pa-pal”, followed up by freddy’s eyes flashing on once more, this time in front of the unfortunate guard’s face. “ ar-are yo you having a gggood time at ff re̸dd̸ y̨s s?͞ ”

#toreadxrmarch #You can ruuuun but you can't hiiide

Panic bloomed in his chest, and he yelled out in fear as he scuttled out from under the desk and blindly ran for the door, his feet smacking against the tiles as he tried to haul ass through the dark pizzeria. He wasn't going to escape. He was going to die. "FUCK OFF, FAZFUCK!"

Pain. It hurt. IthurtithurtithurtITHURT. Mike had been sitting and staring at his tablet when a pulse ripped through his head, and pain shot down his back, the front of his head pounding suddenly, and he barely managed to place the camera tablet on the desk before he fell to the ground, hands clutching his head. At first, no sound came out, and then a pitiful sob escaped him, hands wrapping around his head, eyes squeezed shut, and drool running down his chin. "JesusfuckingCHRIST."

#open RP #{; check the cameras}#Have an open of Mikey having an attack #Five nights at Freddy's RP #FNAF RP

{; Mikey gets nasty headaches and seizures stemming from where he was bit. Sometimes he has the attacks at work, and ends up curled on the ground drooling and sobbing in pain with both doors closed waiting the night out.

#headcanons #Out of Nightwatch

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the bear stood in the darkness, only his eyes lighting up a small portion of his face, the song emitting from the android whilst his eyes flashed on and off, staying like this for at least a minute. shortly after, the song cut off and the light coming from his eyes too turned off.

Mike had been quietly humming the Toreador as it played, when suddenly it had shut off, and he froze, his breathing loud in the darkness, and his heart pounding in his ears. His head hurt, his head hurt and he wanted to go home. Was he safe? He couldn't even muster the courage to look at his watch.

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Quiet. Stay Quiet Mike. If you don't move, if you play DEAD, the bear might not see you, might just play his stupid song and run off. Just stay. QUIET.

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".... I'll... see you tonight then?" He asked, a tinge of hopefulness in his voice. He didn't know why he felt afraid he might not come. It was his only source of income after all. Of course he'd see him tonight. He peered over at Alex through the rabbit eyes.

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"Yeah. of course you'll see me tonight." Mike smiled softly, trying to look cheerful, though his eyes were a little worried. What if the other animatronics attacked him? Sensed their plan? He was worried. He tried to shove it away. "I gotta watch this shit place every night."

Foxy snapped his head towards Mike. “Shu - shu - shut up!" he snarled. "Tha - tha - that’s none o’ yer business!" Foxy leaned against the back wall of the Cove, his glowing eyes the only source of light in the room, aside from the camera’s light just outside the curtain.

Mike didn't move, too frightened to, his eyes trained on Foxy, and he sat down, legs crossing, his eyes flickering around the darkness of the Cove. It was just like he remembered as a kid, though it smelled more like mildew and rotting wood, he remembered all the fun he had here. Until the Bite. Mike reached up to pull his hat off and rub through his hair, scars from stitching dotted his head. "...Please tell me why, Foxy."

Foxy stepped back on his stage, holding out his hands. “Ye first gotta learn to stay right where ya are." he growled. "Y - y - y - you ca - ca - can’t come clo - closer." He put his hands to his head, growling at the stuttering. "Go - got it?"

He stayed there for the time being, his hands fidgeting with themselves, and his eyes flickering around in the dark. He was starting to get used to the pitch black darkness, and now could see Foxy moving around. He could see the nervousness. "...Are you scared you're going to bite me again?"

Foxy turned his back, unconcerned until he heard the hum of the others turning back on. He stopped and turned around. “Mikey—" No, no no, he couldn’t do this, it was against everything he’d told himself . "Stay here. P - p - please?”

He stopped, and turned around, to look at Foxy again, his eyes flickering across his face, though now he was frightened, and his voice got much lower, quieter, so the animatronics couldn't hear. Like he was a kid again, secretly talking to Foxy. "...Tell me why, Foxy."

Of course he didn’t want Mikey stuffed in a suit. Foxy was the only one without that programming, so he wouldn’t even consider the idea; he’d been trying to scare Mikey off, but it obviously wasn’t working. “Please go away, Mikey. Please—"

"Fine." He stood, moving to the curtains right as the clock in Fazbear's struck Midnight, and the Freeroam of the animatronics clicked on, noise immediately coming from the Backstage. He was nervous, hoped Foxy would tell him to stay. "I sure do hope I made it back to the security room before they stuff me in a suit. It'll be a shame to die without knowing why you bit me."

Foxy growled. “I’m made of metal, kid." he spat. "I never loved pleasepleaseforgiveme ye in the first place. Now g - g - get out if you know what go - go - good for ye.I - I - I’m so sorry, Mikey - I don’t want you here.”

He was stubborn. If anything else, Mike was fucking stubborn, and he wouldn't just leave Foxy. Not when he was so close to figuring out what happened. "I'm not leaving. I didn't leave back then, I won't leave now." His lips lifted in a slight sneer. "Besides. It's almost midnight. It'd be bad for me to leave. You want me stuffed in a suit?"

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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!"