Foxy peeked out of his curtains, curiosity flashing in his yellow eyes.
"Foxy," he heard.
"Something's up with Mike, he's not checking the cameras, not closing the doors..." Freddy sighed.

"I'll check on him." He volunteered. They weren't particularly friends with the night guard, but they still went easy. Foxy sprinted over to the door and peeked in.

There he was, sitting on his swivel seat. Asleep, head tilted back ever so slightly. Soft snores sounded around the room.

This was probably the definition of adorable, Foxy thought. He closed the doors so no other animatronic could get in, and rummaged around for something that could occupy as a blanket.

"Wh-what the fuck?!" He heard, and stiffened.
"Foxy! Oh shit oh shit!" Mike freaked out.
"Shush," Foxy sighed.
"I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Then.. What are you gonna do?" He sneered.
"I'm going to not let you freeze to death, lad."

Foxy rolled his eyes, picking Mike up and lifting him off the chair. Foxy sat down on it and put Mike on his lap.

Mike blushed,
"I don't see how this is supposed to help me." He muttered, flustered. Then, Foxy curled his tail around Mike, giving him much needed warmth.

The scarred headed man didn't want to approve, but he still did. He didn't know Foxy caused the bite, and Foxy never intended him to know. It was never his fault anyways, he wasn't in control. He knew that.

Defeated, Mike cuddled up into Foxy's fur.
"G'night Mikey.."
"Good night Foxy..."