Mike's Last Stand

His Capture

After a few hours of playing sounds, I decided I'd had enough, so I let the two Springtraps come into my office.

"You all work for me now," I said. They nodded.

I'm not usually one to complain about free stuff, but free zombie bunny henchmen suck. Especially since they can't open doors. And neither can I. Stupid paws.

"Aw," said Mike, "no opposable thumbs?" I couldn't see him, but I could tell he was pouring sarcastically. That son of a bitch. If I didn't want him so much, I'd kill him.

"Could you come over and..." I gagged. "open the door for us?"

"You, yes. The zombies? No."

"Fair enough."

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An hour later, Mike opened the door. I pushed him in and tried to slam and lock the door, but I couldn't.

Mike sighed, exasperated. "I have to do everything around here," he said, trapping himself inside. "Do I need to do the evil monologue, too?"

"Ha ha."

"Just tell me why I'm here."

"Well," I said, "I figured I'd trap you in here."

"And then what?" he asked.

"...look, I just wanted you in here."

"Why?"

"I dunno. Because I'm evil?"

"Fair enough."

I looked up at him. He looked down at me. I looked away from him, blushing.

"TAKE HIM TO THE SECRET ROOM, ZOMBIES!" I shouted.

"You know what?" said one of the zombies, removing his mask. "I'm tired of this. I'm a grown-ass purple man, I shouldn't have to take orders from a talking fox."

"I agree," said the second, removing his mask as well. "I'm doing what I want with this guy. I don't care if he was my childhood friend, he shot me in the face, he needs to pay."