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

Part 4 - We're Gone

"I promise."

Mike grabbed the flashlight then snatched up Scott bridal-style just as Freddy's jingle started to play.

"Mike! What are you-?!"

"Getting the hell out of here!"

He dashed through the doorway not containing glowing eyes, bolted down the hall without much trouble, but started to feel himself slowing upon reaching the main room.

"Damn you're...heavy, Scott..."

"S-sorry!" He wouldn't show it, but it made Scott feel terrible that he could lift his own weight. Why didn't Mike just leave him to die like he was supposed to?

A couple of seconds later, Mike was out of breath, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop, he promised Scott they'd live.

"Hey, kids!" a feminine voice called from their right. "N-n-no running in the- in the building!"

Two yellow wings swiped at Scott's legs, but Mike turned, instead allowing them to dig through his back. He bit down on his lips hard to hold back a scream.

"Mike! Look out!" A purple bunny jumped out of the bathroom hall, screaming down the brunette's neck. He kept running.

Freddy's jingle grew louder, louder; he couldn't be more than half a room away, and Mike's legs were sore, his lungs on fire...

They were two tables away from the exit when another voice echoed in the room.

"Ya land lovers be stirrin'- stirrin' up trouble?! I'll have ye w-w-walk the plank!"

Footsteps. Loud, metallic footsteps.

Something whooshed in front of them- something big and gold. Five feet from the exit, but with the tables, it completely blocked their path.

More footsteps. Pit-pat-pit-pat-pit-pat-! So close! Couldn't go back, couldn't move forward, there was no way they could make it out ali-!

Whoosh!

Crash!

Mike turned between two tables as Foxy zoomed past them, unable to stop before crashing into his golden friend, sending them both up against the wall. It wasn't a permanent fix, but bought the guards just enough time to bolt through the exit. Mike still didn't stop until he reached his car, swinging open the passenger seat and dropping Scott inside.

The brown-eyed one wouldn't accept that. He crawled into the driver's seat while Mike cried, "What the hell are you doing?! You can't drive with one arm! You can't even see the dashboard right!"

"You can't drive bleeding out your back!"

Mike was about to yell at him to move but heard a crash from the doors and hopped into the passenger seat himself, flinging the keys to Scott. "Go!"

In two seconds they were driving out of the parking lot (though running over some grass on the way). Thankfully, the pizzeria wasn't off of a main road, so when Scott swerved to avoid a lamp post, he had plenty of room to do so.

"We made it." Mike sighed, leaning back in his chair and grunting at the reminder of cuts in his back. "Pull over so I can take the wheel."

"What? But-"

"Scott, I'm still in better shape than you. And you're drifting into the other lane!"

The phone guy made a sharp right into a field next to the restaurant. Mike opened the door to get out after ripping off his seatbelt. Scott followed suit with the belt, but held onto the first's wrist.