I'm Coming For You -Mike/Phone Guy (Microphone)

Part 3 - For You

Only 4 A.M. and they were already down to 20 percent power. It didn't help that Foxy swung by a few more times than he should've.

Scott was currently situated in the office chair, shirt hung over his good shoulder. Mike loomed by a door, periodically switching which door to check lights. He peeked at the tablet again.

19 percent...

He muttered some curses when met with a bear's face in the window.

"Mike?"

"Shut up! We're gonna make it!"

"No, Mike!"

"Huh?"

Mike looked over to his companion, who was once again shaking in place. Chocolate eyes were set somewhere below the desk, locked on some invisible terror...

"D-do you see it...?"

"See what?" He moved behind Scott to look from the man's perspective, but nothing stuck out as unusual.

"Th-the suit! Golden Freddy..."

Mike looked at him, confused, as he reopened the door.

The other returned his gaze with a horrified smile. "I-I'm finally going mad...!"

The more muscular, unharmed of the two knelt in front of Scott while holding onto his face, forcing the latter to look at him.

"Do not lose it on me! We're going to make it, you hear?!"

"But the power..."

"We're going to make it!"

4:15 A.M., 12 percent.

"Mike...!" Scott's face was flaring up, his teary brown eyes gazing into Mike's blue. He held a terrified expression and looked to his companion for any form of comfort.

"I told you to save your voice."

The injured used his good hand to remove Mike's. Instead of pushing him away, however, Scott returned the favor and brushed against Mike's cheek, causing the blue-eyed one to mirror his blush. He guided Mike's head downward, granting Scott the ability to brush aside some bangs and kiss him on the forehead.

"I just wanted...to say...thank you...f-for saving me."

4:20, ten percent.

The somehow less flustered one leveled his head with Scott's. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't formulate any words and closed it again.

Scott turned away. "I-I'm sorry...I thought you said before you...didn't like girls-"

Mike replied in a softer, less edgy tone. "I told you to save your voice." He wiped away a tear forming at the corner of a chocolate eye and smiled.

4:30 A.M., five percent.

Then he remembered where they were.

He slammed down the left door in Bonnie's face and cursed as Chica appeared in the right, causing him to shut that one, too.

4:31, four percent.

"Mike...?"

"We're not going to die!"

"You promise?"

"..."

4:32 A.M., three percent.

Mike moved to open the doors as soon as he saw the robots missing. They never left that quickly...something was happening.

4:33 A.M., two percent.

"Mike...?"

The lights began to dim even lower than they already were. Scott looked to his crush, more tears threatening to fall. He held a smile, though. Throughout all this, he held a smile, and not even a crazed one. It was one of comfort, one that said, "I know we're not gonna make it, but at least I'm going to die with you."

"Pirate's Cove!"

Mike slammed the door shut once more, just in time to hear a loud 'BANG!".

"Mike!"

"I told you we're going to live!"

"You promise?"

Bang bang!

"..."

"Mike!"

Bang bang!

Scott stopped asking. Of course MIke didn't promise- he couldn't. They were going to die in that office and the only reason Scott hadn't before was so he could wait for Mike.

Bang bang!

"Do you promise?" The words echoed in Mike's head. Could he? Scott had escaped once, so there was obviously a way. Foxy wouldn't let them go, but if the power was out, Freddy tended to dominate the night, stalking his prey for awhile before attacking. If that were the case, they might be able to bolt for the exit in time...question was, could they make it?

Bang bang!

4:35 A.M, zero percent.

The next part is going to be uploaded tomorrow night, probably around eight (Eastern Standard Time). It'll be the final chapter and I don't know whether or not I want to do a sequel...I don't exactly have an idea for it. We'll see.