Funtime foxy x Michael Afton-There is enough room in this stage for both of us

The beginning

He came in every night. Cleaning us. Watching over us. He would gently wash the pizza grease of my smooth body making sure not to scratch my paint. I would always have to hold in my delight and he would undo my chest cavity... but tonight I couldn't anymore...

Michael POV
It was the third night and no sign of my sister. William had said she was here somewhere I am just dreading what that could actually mean. This place was dirty but the animatronics were clean. That was my job of course, to make sure the animatronics were in perfect working condition. I didn't mind the job but it wasn't the best of course being 60ft under working with old animatronics was never going to be a pretty job. But what else could I do. My mother missing, father gone, little brother...dead and my sister...well who knows.
I had started with Ballora and then baby and Funtime Freddy who needed some extra repairs with Bon Bon but that wasn't an issue but then I had to go into Funtime foxy. He had had a rough day and would need a extra good clean but it was all in a days work for me. I was used to it by now, it was kind of strange that foxy was the dirtiest of them all but I got paid all the same.
I entered the Funtime auditorium and immediately saw foxy on his stage. He didn't have his usual shine and I quickly realized that was because he had grease all over him. "Not to worry" I said, "it is a easy clean"
I bent down to grab my magenta cloth and grease removal spray and began to clean. Foxy had grease everywhere. "Must of been a fun party" I told foxy. No reply as usual. I always had this feeling that they were listening, watching, waiting for the day that they could kill or worse. I had finished gently scrubbing the grease being carful not to scratch any paint I reached around and opened the chest cavity. I had placed it on the ground and was about to reach in when I heard a gentle moan.