Future - FredMike

Part 2

The next day, Mike arrived later than usual. "Hey, Mike. See you arrived a little late," Nathan harassed. Mike pushed passed the brunette. "I don't have time for you, Nathan," said male gave a pout, slipping his arm around Mike. "Oh come on. Not even a little~" Nathan cooed. Mike glared at him, and shoved him, running off.

A few hours later, Mike entered his production room, where he works on his stuff. He walked over to Freddy's desk, writing notes on BB. He looked up and opened the door. Quickly, Mike unplugged the cord from Freddy's wrist. Finishing his notes, Mike heard a quiet, 'Master?'. He looked and saw Freddy looking down at him, his eyes a little sad. Mike hummed in response, plugging in cords into its arms. "A-are....you ok..? Y-y-you lo-ok....... angry.." Freddy stuttered out. Mike gave a little smirk. "No, I'm fine, thanks," Mike said, plugging in the last cord. "Stay here please," he said, walking over to a computer and sitting in the spiny chair. He typed a few things before rolling his chair to the right of Freddy. "Speak," Mike ordered sternly. "What do you want me to say?" Freddy responded. Mike sighed in relief, a smirk forming on his lips. He rolled back to his computer, typing in a few more things. Once done, Mike rolled back and unplugged everything from Freddy's arm, and launched out of his chair. He picked up the ball, which Freddy caught rather well. "Ok, Freddy. Let's try this again," Mike said. "Toss me the ball," he said slowly. Freddy looked at the ball then back at Mike a few times. Positioning the ball to his chest, Freddy thrusted the ball towards the ground. It bounced up at Mike, which he caught with ease. Mike did a little fist pump and ran to his clipboard on his desk. He eagerly picked it up and jotted down some notes, making Freddy walk over and peek over his shoulder. As quickly as it looked over his shoulder, Mike put the clipboard to his chest, and grabbed Freddy's wrist, dragging him out of the dark room. Freddy blinked upon reaching the outside hallway, expecting bright light and people talking like he's seen on the internet. Freddy looked around, catching Mike glancing up at him and write something down. "Master?" Freddy asked, slowing his walking down. Mike hummed in response, finishing up a note. "Am I an experiment?" it asked, laying its ears down. Mike's eyes widened. "Nononono....." Mike paused. "Well yes- but not because of the reason you're thinking," Mike tried reasoning, hoping the AI in front of him would understand. Freddy gave a little nod, smiling. Mike sighed in relief and continued walking, Freddy close behind.

"Hey, Fritz?" Mike said, knocking on his partner's door. "One sec!" Fritz shouted out. Mike waited, giving a shrug to Freddy. Just then, the door opened, revealing an oily man. Fritz quickly slammed the door shut. Mike looked at him confused. "Is there something..?" Mike began. Fritz shook his head while fixing his glasses and straightening his posture. He then glanced at Freddy, and smiled. "Whoa.." he began. "How long did it take you to make him?" Fritz asked, reaching for Freddy's face. "A long time. About 4-5 years maybe..?" Mike said, looking up at the ceiling. "Wow," Fritz sighed out, running a hand through his hair. "I'm still working on mine too..." he chuckled. Mike gave a small nod, and glanced at Freddy. "C'mon, Freddy. I have to check on BB," Mike beckoned, before he gave a little wave to Fritz. "Master?" Freddy asked. "Yea?" Freddy laid its ears down and thought for a moment. "Ca-.......... can I come with you?" Mike gave a little nod of approval. 

Mike sighed out as he opened the door. He threw his clipboard on his desk, and took off his lab coat. Freddy watched, a small blush forming at its cheeks, and he quickly looked away. Mike threw his lab coat on his chair, and walked over to a wall. He grabbed a knob attached to it, and pulled down, revealing a bed. Mike grabbed some blankets and a pillow from a nearby closet and made his bed. Giving a yawn, he beckoned Freddy to come over. "Master? Don't you have a house?" Mike nodded sleepily as it entered its bed. He did the normal routine, grabbed the cord plugged it in the wrist, all that. "So... why are you sleeping here?" Freddy asked, not taking his eyes off the tired male. "I'm tired, can't you see?" Mike snapped slightly. Freddy picked it up and looked down. Mike sighed and rested his forehead on its chest. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired and sick of Nathan, and all his shit..." Mike apologized. Freddy blushed at the contact, and wrapped his hands around Mike's small form. Mike had already fell asleep. Freddy grinned at having his master close to him. He liked the warm feeling Mike gave him. The warm, and soft touch. It made him feel fuzzy. Freddy tightened his grip around Mike, laying his head on Mike's. Freddy soon passed out, a smile on his face.