#lee michael

"...And if the robots ever start being weird and going places they're not supposed to, there's a switch on their backs where you can change how active they are! At parties you want to keep it at 8, but when they're in the maintenaince room, keep it at a 1 or a 0."

On the backs of the robots' heads, there were numbers you could adjust for just that purpose. Scott took his wrench to show Mike the control panel and turned to him with a smile.

Shrugging, Mike told him he'd remember that if it's necessary.

Opening up the panel, Scott gasped.

"What's going on?! W-was this in the original programming?!" He flinched and stepped back. Then he paced around, holding his head. "Oh no, no, no, no, no!"

Mike inspected the panel, but all he saw was a lot of ones and zeroes.

"Uhhh, care to explain?"

"Yeah, uhhhh..." Scott looked back at the panel with a wince. He pointed to a small section after the 'personality' program. "This here says that these guys are supposed to bite or chomp on any human that comes near them when they're online!"

"How do we fix that?" Mike said.

Meanwhile, Scott was already typing something on the keyboard linked to the controls. "Uhh, I'm working on it. Just a second..."

He frowned, as it seemed the program overrided all of his attempts to shut down the 'attack' mode.

Poking his back, Mike tried to get his attention. Scott shot up in the air. "Eeek!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you... I'm simply curious. Um, is there a way to change the state of the attack mode?"

Scott looked up, intrigued. "W-what do you mean...?"

Mike grinned. "I mean, is there a way to change the attack from, say, 'bite' to 'tickle'?"

He huffed. "A-are you mocking me...?"

Scott remembered all the times Mike and his friends tickled him to tears.

"Not at all. I just think it would be a lot more safe for the customers." Mike replied, looking away coyly.

"Alright. I'll try it..." Scott said with a distrusting glare.

Against all odds, it worked.

...

Scott grinned, as he had a plan. "Are you ready, Foxy? It's showtime!"

"Yarr harr harr!" The robot said. Foxy had his hook replaced with another paw, since they found his hook was too sharp to be around kids. Scott had taken the hook to the maintenance room so they could make it duller. In the meantime, Foxy was good as new! Scott grinned, proud of his work.

"Oh Mike! I think there's something wrong with Foxy!"

Coming over, Mike rolled his eyes. "What is it this time?"

Foxy picked up Mike.

"Scott?! What's this!! Make him put me down!"

Instead, Scott sat back to watch the action. Foxy started tickling Mike's sides.

"EEHEEEHEEHHEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEEEEE!" Mike screamed, thrashing in his grasp. "SCOHOOHOOHOOOOOTT!"

Scott laughed. "Consider this my revenge, Michael!"

"OHOHOHOOOOOO! YOHHOHOOUU ARE SOHOHOHOOHO GETTING IHIHIIHIIIIIT!" He squealed.

Foxy tickled Mike's entire torso, including his back and navel, before letting him go. The worst spot seemed to be his ribs, right before they met his armpits. When he set him down, Mike was a giggling, flushed mess.

"My hair.." he whined, the thrashing having messed his beautiful brown locks up.

"Oh, you'll get over it!" Scott rolled his eyes, holding an empty popcorn bag.

Getting his bag, Mike applied more hair gel to try and fix it.

Then Foxy came up to Scott and picked him up.

"Eeek! F-Foxy, please!"

Mike grinned at the karmic justice.

"Let's see how you like it!"

Instead of tickling him, Foxy just froze.

"What?!" Mike said, feeling robbed.

"Heh. G-guess it's another malfunction...?" Scott said nervously, trying to wiggle out of Foxy's grasp.

Getting up, Michael made his way towards Scott.

"Michael, I'm sorry! P-please!"

"It's alright, Scott, I forgive you..." he said with a mischievous grin. "Now, let's get you out of there, shall we...?"

Squealing, Scott wiggled and thrashed before his friend even touched him.

"Please!! Please, Mike!! Eeek! I-I can't stand it!!"

"Relax, Scott. This will only take a minute!!" Mike teased, wiggling his fingers in front of his belly.

Closing his eyes, Scott blushed with a grin.

Then, to catch him by surprise, Mike went for his ribs, making him scream!

"AHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! MIHIHIHIHIKE!"

And he tickled everywhere that Foxy had tickled him, going around to his back, gliding his fingers up his spine and squeezing his hips.

Scott was shedding tears already. "AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAA!! IHIHIHITS SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!"

Mike was sure to trace his armpits gently, since he remembered Scott had a bad experience being picked up as a kid. His soft tracing was super effective, making Scott devolve into endless chortles.

Then he moved away to trace along his neck, making him turtle. And he decided to tease him as well.

"Aww, is poor cute Scotty ticklish...? And does he like it when people tickle him?"

His face was completely flushed now. Shaking his head, he whined. "M-Mike, please!"

Michael chuckled. "I mean, I think we all know the answer to that!"

Then he unbuttoned his security guard shirt and traced along his tummy.

"AHAHHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAHAA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEAAAAASEE!" He shrieked.

"Is that the anticipation, or is it really that ticklish...?" Mike genuinely wondered. "I mean, I know your stomach's your worst spot, but..."

"LEEEET MEEHEEHEHEHEHEHE DOHOOHOHOHHOWN!"

"Nah." And he scribbled all over his tummy, making note of how toned it was. "I see you've been working out!"

Not expecting a compliment, he flushed even more. "EEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEEEE!! MIHIHIHIHIIIIKE!"

He booped the button and blew ten tiny raspberries over it, relishing in Scott's reactions. Which consisted of squeals, shrieks, and begging. Finally, he gave Scott a rest, letting him catch his breath.

"Ohohohoho goohooohoodness!" He panted, slumping in Foxy's arms.

"Gee, I'd have thought that would have worked. Oh well!" So Mike tried to remove Foxy's paws from Scott himself. He wasn't as tech savvy, but he got an idea. Lightly tickling under Foxy's arms, he teased the fox robot about his own sensitivity. To his surprise, it worked and Foxy dropped him!

"T-thanks, Mike..." Scott mumbled, still tickle-happy.

"Yeah, no problem! And guess what? Foxy's ticklish!"

Scott came over to examine him. "No way!" He wiggled his fingers on Foxy's tummy. From the voice box came the sound of a pirate's laugh!

"Yahahahaahahaar Haaahahahahahaarrr Haahahahaharrrr!" And Foxy covered his stomach.

"Heh, amazing!"

At that moment, William Afton came into the restaurant and unlocked the door to his office, promptly walking inside and closing it.

"Hey, you know what I think...?" Mike said. "We should have the animatronics get my dad!"

Scott looked panicked. "A-are you crazy?! He'll kill us!"

Mike stopped to think. It may have been meant metaphorically, but he knew William was capable of rather evil things. "Well, let's just wash our hands of this so he doesn't know it was us! All evidence removed. And if he gets too close, it's out of our hands!"

There was a chuckle and a snort from Scott. "You know what? You're right. ... I mean, once he finds out the program was changed he'll probably reprogram them. But you can't say we didn't try!"

Patting him on the back, Mike nodded. "Good man. For now, let's just subtly warn customers of the dangers of this place. Serves father right for endangering his own business!"

In the coming weeks, Mike and Scott did just that. Reminding customers that there are rumors surrounding this place and that the animatronics are dangerous if you get too close. And William was getting a little stranger each day. Business was good, and there were no more child murders in the past few months. Which felt unnerving to William. He discussed it with Henry, who seemed happy. Scowling, he realized there was something up.

So William decided to try and fix them, starting with Bonnie. But once he approached Bonnie, the large rabbit grabbed him around the waist and tickled him mercilessly.

"AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAAAA!! WHOHOHOHHOHOOOO DDIHIHIHIHIIID THIHIHIHIIIIHIHIHIIIIS?!" He shrieked like a girl, and kicked wildly.

Mike and Scott tried not to laugh as they continued to work.

Well, it was fun while it lasted! They both thought.