Mike Schmidt had, despite Foxy telling him not to, fallen asleep on the job. Again. It was probably the third time this week.
'What the hell does this guy do outside of here?' Foxy watched him from the far end of the hallway. 'This job isn't even that tiring.'
Freddy had managed to notice this, too, somehow, and he didn't like it any more than Foxy did.
"Hey, Foxy, c'mere." Freddy pulled the android aside one night and whispered so the cameras couldn't pick up the sound. "Look, I don't like Mikey sleeping on the job any more than you do. Even though this shit's hardly necessary, that doesn't mean he can get paid to sleep. Think you can take care of that for me?" Foxy knew what he meant immediately and nodded.
"Just don't be shocked if he gets too loud, Captain." Foxy let out a small laugh.
"Don't even think about scratching him with your hook, though." Freddy warned. "We don't need the management getting in on this."
It was only 2am, and already Mike Schmidt had fallen asleep again. Knowing he wouldn't wake up any time soon, Foxy strolled in, picked the man up, and flung him over his shoulder. Mike snapped awake just then and began to freak out.
"What the hell are you doing to me?! Put me down!!" Foxy carried Mike straight by a smirking Freddy.
"No yelling." Freddy grinned. Mike growled.
"I knew you had something to do with this, Fazfuck!" Yelled Mike as Foxy dragged him behind the purple curtains of Pirate's cove.
Foxy threw Mike to the ground. The guard got slightly hard already, having a pretty good idea of what was going to happen to him.
"Now, Mike." Foxy began with a smirk on his face. "Just because yer job is unnecessary, doesn't mean you can get paid to sleep. I'm here to make sure you don't do it again." With that, Foxy pinned Mike to the ground and began taking off his shirt. Once he had that off, he pulled a rope out of his pocket.
"Let's begin, shall we?" The android smirked a perverted smile.