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Cupcake Crush

Mike leaned back in his chair as he flicked through the security cameras on his laptop. With his and Foxy's pirate adventures concluded for now, the guard had thought it prudent to take a quick break from fraternizing to check up on the place. He was a security guard after all, and he wanted to at least be able to say he was doing his job.

Indeed, it was a different sort of experience checking the cameras from the dining hall and not the security booth. For one thing, it was so much less claustrophobic. The booth was nice for when Mike had to constantly keep an eye on the doors for the animatronics, but there were times when the small space he had to work in was just as bad as the paranoia that came with the job. Out here it was nice and wide, with plenty of places to sit down and kick up his feet... not literally, of course, because then Freddy would come and chew him out over messing up the layout of the place, a subject he was oddly OCD about.

Then again, if Mike were in his shoes, having to do the same thing over and over again for – was it coming up on fifty years now? - he probably would've developed some quirks too.

Of course, it was plenty dark and spooky in the main hall, but Mike had a flashlight for that.

Sighing contently, Mike shifted from the entrance hall cameras back to the dining hall ones. He'd actually started developing something of a habit where whenever a camera passed over him, he'd acknowledge it. Nothing too special, just a grin, a thumbs up, or a thumbs down would suffice. Maybe this time he'd flip the camera off...

But as the camera passed over Mike he couldn't help but notice a large shape standing directly between himself and the camera. Was that Bonnie? And why was he standing directly over Mike?

Wait a minute...

Fighting back the urge to look up from his laptop, Mike gritted his teeth as threateningly as he could. “I swear to God, Bonnie. If you're standing over me waiting for me to look up so you can scream in my face, I'll tear your eyes out,” he growled, hoping to dissuade the rabbit.

Instead, Bonnie just chuckled. “Big deal. I can do that on my own.”

Perplexed, Mike looked up from his laptop before he could stop himself. Fortunately, the bunny didn't try anything. He just kept looming over the man. “Wait, seriously?” Mike asked.

“Yeah. Gimme a second,” Bonnie turned around and brought his hands to his face, apparently clawing at it, whilst Mike just watched. A few seconds later, Bonnie finally whirled back around...

And he had no eyes. Mike's heart stopped dead as Bonnie gazed at him with two horrifying black abysses where his eyes should have been. It was a visage Mike recognized well, one that had haunted his nightmares ever since he'd seen it during his second day. Mike managed not to scream, but he did let out a loud whimper at the sight.

That only made Bonnie laugh even more. “Ha ha! Never gets old, I swear!”

Mike's heart rate began to slow down after a while, and he was about to give the machine a piece of his mind when deep in each of the soul-sucking holes he saw a tiny pinprick of light. At first he thought he was just freaking out, but then he realized that they were real. Against the rabbit's shouts of protest Mike thrusted his hand into the eye holes to feel around and eventually realized that the points of light were each tiny LEDs at the back of Bonnie's eyes.

“Bonnie, why do you have LED lights in your head?” Mike questioned as he removed his hand. “I can't imagine they'd illuminate much.”

“Yeah, they don't,” Bonnie replied, a bit annoyed at the human. “I need to have these in.” He held up his eyes.

“How does that work?” Mike asked.

“Dunno, it just does,” Bonnie answered, popping the eyes back into their sockets. “Maybe I really should scream in your face a little. Get myself some revenge for sticking your hand in my eye.”

“Bonnie, me putting my hand in your eye was my revenge to you,” Mike stated flatly. “So now we're even.”

The rabbit snarled softly. “You weren't so cocky when you were in the booth screaming like a little girl when I took my eyes out before.”

Mike started to answer, but his voice caught in his throat as he realized what Bonnie had just said. “Hang on, you only do that when you're backstage. How could you hear me from all the way across the restaurant?”

“What do you-” Bonnie began, but cut off as his eyes widened and his face split into a grin. “Oh, you don't know yet. You so don't know yet!”

“Know what?”

“Eh, ask Chica,” Bonnie waved the question away and started ambling off before stopping once more. “Specifically, ask her about the cupcake.”

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“The cupcake?” Chica cocked her head oddly at the guard.

“Bonnie told me to ask you about it,” Mike replied, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. “You carry that thing around everywhere, right? Isn't it just a cupcake?”

Chica fell silent, then looked down at Mike with an expression that Mike could only interpret as shame. “Uh, I'm not exactly sure how to tell you this, but... you know that other cupcake in the guard room?”

Mike raised in eyebrow. “Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Well, I was hoping Freddy already told you this, but we kinda sorta... hid a camera in it.” Chica spoke quickly.

“A... camera?” The guard blinked.

“Yep, it's linked to mine-” Chica gestured to her cupcake, which she'd set on a counter. “-and it lets us watch you through it. We use it to find out how the endos in the guard room are keeping us out and change our tactics to beat them.”

Mike stood still as a statue for a while, eye twitching violently. “Excuse me for just a moment,” he whispered in an eerily calm tone as he strolled out of the kitchen, grabbing a skillet on the way out. Chica watched him leave, worried and a little curious as to his intentions. She got her answer when not two minutes later the sounds of distant screams, curses, and smashing sounds echoed across the entire restaurant. Peering out of the kitchen doors Chica could see that Bonnie, Freddy, and even Foxy were staring in the direction of the security booth from where the sounds were originating.

Several minutes later, Mike walked out in a perfectly calm manner and handed the now-dented skillet back to the chicken. “Might wanna buff out those scratches.”

And with that, he grabbed his laptop and strolled off into the hallway, blissfully ignoring the stunned looks of the animatronics that followed.