Here we are, the final chapter of The Misadventures of Mike Schmidt: Introductions! There will be more installments of the series, but this is sort of an epilogue with goofy little moments between Mike and the animatronics. Also, I had someone ask me 'how is it that people think Foxy is cuddly' due to the whole exposed endoskeleton and cold metal. And as stated by DeltaV's Mike (and Nathan) he's very sharp. He's cuddly because of his puppy-like personality. Mmkay? Mmkay.

It had been a week since Mike had come to an agreement with the animatronics, and since then, things had gotten a bit… strange.

It was nice having them as friends, as opposed to enemies trying to stuff him into an animatronic suit that would be impossible for him to realistically fit in.

Mike was sitting in his office, looking over some papers. His neighbor's kid was in seventh grade, and since both her parents were too busy to do so, Mike offered to look over her English and math homework. They were her worst subjects. Lucky for her, they'd been his best subjects in school. Currently, he was checking over a rough draft of her essay on Call of the Wild. Of course, Mike had had to reread the book to catch up, but the local library had solved that problem.

He was checking for grammar errors and spelling mistakes when a loud bang to the left made him jump. He glanced over at the doorway with a raised eyebrow. He hadn't closed the door, so what the hell did Foxy run into?

His question was answered when Foxy appeared from the left of the door, rubbing his head as he walked in. Mike watched, slightly amused. "I think you overshot it a little bit," he told the pirate fox.

Foxy smiled sheepishly. It was true. He had wanted to give Mike his normal 'hello,' but the excitement that he was able to actually do that was still there. Thus, he had had trouble stopping when he reached the door, so when he turned, he had passed it, running right into the wall. "Aye," the animatronic agreed. "Methinks ye be right." He suddenly grinned, reaching out and grabbing Mike's hat, placing it on his head.

"Hey!" Mike yelled, standing. "Give me my hat back!"

"Gonna hafta catch me, firs', Mike," Foxy taunted before taking off.

"Dammit, Foxy!" the guard yelled, stupidly chasing the fox. "Give it back!"

"No' until ye catch me!" Foxy called over his shoulder. By now, he and Mike had reached the Dining Area, where Freddy was calmly pushing in chairs. A few chairs were knocked over, resulting in Freddy turning toward the two. Foxy and Mike both gulped.

"Sorry, Freddy," the guard said sheepishly, knowing he'd messed up Freddy's sense of 'order'.

Freddy shook his head and chuckled. "I can let it slide, Michael," he replied, picking up the chairs and putting them back in their proper positions. He, too, was still quite happy that there was no longer any sort of animosity between them, so he would allow Foxy and Michael to have their antics… for now. But if they made too much of a mess, he'd have to step in.

While Foxy was distracted, Mike had gotten on a chair and pulled the hat back. "Ha!" he exclaimed in triumph. Foxy laughed with him before he headed back toward the office, only to notice something amiss. Both doors were shut. "What the hell…?" he muttered before peeking through the window. There was Chica, grinning. She turned toward the window and laughed at him.

"Problem, Mike?" she asked.

"Come on, Chica, open the doors," he complained.

"Nu-uh," she argued. "You always lock us out, so now it's your turn." And with that, she laughed again.

"There's something I need in there," the guard explained.

"What, these papers on the desk?" the bird asked. "Why?"

"It's a favor for a friend," he explained.

"Oh, 'Heather Kyte'?" Chica asked, reading the name off of the paper. "What, is she your girlfriend?" she teased.

"Um, ew," he said, cringing at the thought. "Hell, no. She's my next door neighbor that I help with her homework sometimes. Now come on, let me in."

"You can do it in the morning," Chica replied, obviously not willing to budge on the matter.

"Fine, then," Mike muttered, heading back to the Dining Area. He'd noticed that Bonnie was nowhere to be seen, which slightly concerned him, since Bonnie and Chica were both always up for a good prank on Mike. He always preferred when he could see them. It was always unnerving to not know where they were. As soon as he arrived, he sat down on a table. "Hey, Freddy."

"Michael, off the table," Freddy chastised without looking up.

Mike laughed a little and got off, pulling out a chair and sitting down in it. "What's the deal with Chica and Bonnie?" he asked. "Mainly Chica?"

"Ah, their little pranks?" the bear asked.

"Little?" Mike replied with a raised eyebrow. "Bonnie somehow set up the water bucket gag outside the door. I have no idea how he did that, since the doors are mechanical and close downward. And now Chica locked me out of my office."

Freddy chuckled. "It's just their way of having a bit of fun," he told the guard. "Remember, you're the first human we've been able to interact with in a long time. Chica has grown a bit mischievous over the years, and Bonnie tends to follow her lead." Mike decided once again not to bring up the issue regarding all the previous night guards. "And as for Foxy, well… As I'm sure you've noticed, he has recently developed a very puppy-like mentality now that he's finally being paid attention to."

"Alright, I get that," Mike said with a nod. "But why steal my hat?"

"Think of it as an odd mix of tag and fetch," the bear replied. "Foxy has developed a twisted idea of what can be considered 'fun,' since he no longer sees the children anymore."

Mike shrugged, accepting the answer. "So, what do you guys do when you're not terrorizing security guards?" he asked.

"Terrorizing?" Freddy asked, genuinely confused. "We don't terrorize anyone, except you, Michael, which we are all very sorry for. The others, we simply try to put back in their suits."

"Um, yeah, about that," the guard said, remembering something. "Bonnie hangs out in Parts and Services a lot. There's a naked endoskeleton in there, why don't you guys do anything with that?"

"That endoskeleton is not walking around when it shouldn't," Freddy answered as though it were perfectly normal. "It's not a problem if they stay out of sight. It's when they move around the pizzeria that we have to take action."

"I… see…" the man replied, finding it strange. But after a moment of thought, he realized that it probably made perfect sense to all the animatronics. After all, it was how they were programmed. "Anyway, like I was saying before, what do you guys do?"

"I often straighten up here," the bear informed him, motioning to the mostly in order Dining Area. "It can get a bit messy around here from birthday parties, and the janitors often miss things. Chica, as I'm sure you've guessed, makes many pizzas, so that they're ready in the morning and the chefs can relax for a while. Bonnie has a habit of messing things up, such as moving chairs in here and rearranging Parts and Services. Sometimes, it's a nightmare to clean up…" He shook his head. "And Foxy, I believe, often thinks of back when he was still in service during the day. Some nights, he sets up games that will never be played, but it makes him feel better."

"Poor guy," Mike said. "Is there any way to get him back in the show?"

Freddy shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid not," he told the human. "It was one of the reasons this place was able to reopen after the Bite. The parents of the unfortunate child submitted a lawsuit, and in its terms, Foxy had to be taken out of commission. A large sum also had to be paid, which is why our funding has dropped so low." He looked around and shook his head softly. "Not many people come here anymore, meaning that we don't have much income. We spend more on maintenance and electricity than we make. I won't be surprised if we close by the end of the year."

Mike frowned. Okay, yeah, they'd tried to kill him. A lot. But these guys weren't really all that bad, they just had a little faulty programming. And now that he'd seen what they were really like, he would hate to see them, and this place, shut down. He had very vague memories of coming here when he was a child. It would be a shame if other kids nowadays didn't get that.

"I'll come up with a way to raise our income," he promised the bear with a small smile. His smile dropped when the power went out, mainly due to the surprise.

"Nooooo!" he heard from down the hallway. "My pizzas!"

Mike snickered and unhooked his smaller, portable flashlight from his belt. "Now that I can get back in my office… I'll see you later, Freddy."

"Have a nice night, Michael," the animatronic responded, knowing quite well that Mike may not come out again that night.

When Mike reached his office, Chica was already gone, leaving him to do his work in peace. Mounting his larger flashlight in a stable position, he continued to read over Heather's paper as though nothing had ever happened.

Twenty minutes later, a loud, raspy breathing noise filled his ears, making him freeze. Slowly turning around, he found himself face to face with Bonnie. Out of pure surprise, he fell out of his chair.

"Jesus Christ, Bonnie!" he yelled, loud enough to be heard throughout the entire building. The rabbit just laughed.

"Oh, man, sorry Mike," he chuckled. "But come on. You're just too fun to mess with!"

"Yeah, tons of fun…" Mike muttered under his breath, standing and returning to his chair. "Could you leave me in peace already? I have work I need to do."

"Who's Heather?" Bonnie asked, ignoring the guard's request. "Is she your girlfriend?"

"God dammit, you're just as bad as Chica," he groaned. "No, she's not my girlfriend, she's twelve years old. I look over her homework for her."

"Isn't that cheating?" Bonnie asked simply.

"Not when I just point out the grammar errors on her essays. And with her math homework, I mark where she made a mistake and drop hints for what she had to do," Mike informed him. "It's help, not cheating."

"It's nice that you're helping a kid out like that," Bonnie said. "Well, I guess I'll leave you alone for the night. It's almost six, anyway. See you tomorrow night, Mike!" the purple animatronic called over his shoulder before heading back to the Show Stage.

"Yeah, yeah," the guard said under his breath. "See you."

X

Valerie was surprised once again to see Mike alive and well in the security office, after seeing that the power had gone out. "You are one lucky man, Mike Schmidt," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Last week was luck," he informed her. "Now, it's just another night at Freddy's."

Good god, that last line. That happened on total accident, and then I realized, "Oh yeah, JANaF." So, subtle advertising, I guess?

Anyway, that's the end of MoMS 1. There's going to be more (hopefully a lot more), so don't worry. Be ready for more misadventures with Mike and the Freddy gang! Some will be kinda goofy like this last chapter was, and others will be really serious. And some, of course, will probably be both. Well, I'll see you in the next MoMS. Until then~

(Also, please continue to review. They are my bread and butter.)