Night Shift

Chapter 13: NEEDLESS NAVAL WARFARE!

Mike tossed an turned in his bed. Boy was this mattress comfortable.

[this is the moment were writers block happens. I literally sat here for hours.]

“Fuck it.” Mike climbed out of the bed, 4:23 pm. Not bad. Mike walked over to the desk in the citadel and took out his back-up tablet. Apparently spawning or whatever it's called, makes Mike sick, but only slightly every time he uses it and how big the item is. The citadel hit hard.

He switched to the office cam, which was only available on this tablet. And saw the mutilated dead body of the metro-cop, bloody and covered in every body fluid possible.

“What have I done?” Mike asked himself.

“Arewoughyadhfdsifj” an unknown sound came through the teleporter.

“What the hell was that?” Mike said, until a big jumble of endoskeleton with a white head jumped through and jumped on him.

“GAH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” Mike asked the big jumble of endoskeleton on the floor, once he got a good look he saw it had a more feminine looking Foxy head, but like 98% of its costume was gone along with one of its eyes.

“NEWCOMERS TO PLAY WITH US…” the weird thing played.

“WHY DO YOU WANT TO STAY?” It said after a few more lines.

“um.” Mike said, still pinned to the ground.

“ITS LIKE THERE S-SO MUCH MORE MAYBE YOU’VE BEEN IN THIS PLACE BEFORE…”

“UM.”

“WE REMEMBER A FACE LIKE YOURS, YOU SEEMED ACQUAINTED WITH THOSE DOOR.”

“UM!”

After that the thing just… Stopped. It just rag-dolled to the ground.

“What the hell was that…?” Mike said, dragging it over to the desk. Mike plopped himself onto the leathery chair and turned on the computer. Booting up normally with all his game’s (including some new ones like FC4) icons appearing in their usual spots.

“What do I want to play…” Mike said, scrolling through the pages and pages of games.

“OH I GOT IT!”

The pixelated badassitude appeared on the screen, the title and the manly eagle.

BROFORCE!

“This is where I wish Kyle was still around. Only use he'd ever have.” Mike said, then started playing a marathon of broforce.

16 hours later…

Mike was so fucking out of energy he looked like a shrivelled up old dick. What could give him enough energy?

Coffee. Not illegal Miami beach snow.

Mike chugged down a whole steaming hot cup of coffee, ignoring the burning pain.

‘xXx_Pu$$y_$l47er_xXX squad has taken control point B, keep fighting!’ Men of war: assault squad displayed on his screen, he loved naming squads dumb things.

‘GEORGE R.R MARTIN squad has taken control point C, we could still win this!’

“Heh heh.” Mike said, fixing up broken tanks to stop the Germans from taking back the points.

“MIKE!” A loud yell echoed through the teleporter.

“Oh shit.” Mike said, as the teleporter spat guards everywhere along with Luna.

“Hey guys…” Mike waved at the guards.

“What did you do?!” Luna asked Mike

“What do you mean?” What did Mike do now?

“One of your soldiers attacked one of Twilights friends!” Luna stomped on the ground, smashing Mikes desk to pieces.

“I dunno bout’ that. I can make it so they wont attack ponies unless ponies attack them. Also, why are you coming to me?” Mike said, opening up his little tablet and then into the combine command thing he set up.

“Because their you’re soldiers!” Luna said, stepping forward with the guards.

“Can we not have bad relations until the griffins declare war. Because then Equestria wont be as useless as a man without legs running track.” Mike said, changing the combine commands so to not attack ponies unless they get into the citadel without permission, or attack.

“Yes… Good point. Well, I guess we will take our leave, but even if my sister trusts you, I do not.” Luna said, turning around, but still looking at Mike.

“Ok bye.” Mike said, then luna left with the guards.

“Ugh. But still what the fuck are you?” Mike said, poofing in a battery to charge up the unnamed animatronic on the floor.

“I hope this is a good idea…” Mike said, plugging in the battery. Holy crap this thing looked like it had been through hell. More than 10 times.

“…statusfhcuwjoperdhcu.” The weird animatronic started up.

‘What the hell is this thing saying?’ Mike thought.

The mangled animatronic started to crawl around the room, until it got to the wall. Then the weird shit started and it climbed onto the roof.

“Holy hell that’s creepy.” Mike said, looking at the Mangle on the roof.

“I gotta find the others and show them this…” Mike said, walking out the doors into the elevator with the Mangle following him on the roof.

“Ok. This is really fucking creepy.” Mike said to himself, then pressed the elevator button.

It was pretty scary to be in close quarters with an animatronic that Mike knows nothing about. But its scarier that it can cover half the elevators space with its multiple limbs.

‘Ding’

Mike turned his back on the Mangle and walked out of the elevator. Mangle still behind him on the roof.

“Come on…” Mike said as he looked down the corridor, with almost all of the metal walls torn down to reveal wiring and supports.

“WHO DID THIS!?” Mike yelled, his voice would echo throughout the whole citadel.

“CURSE IT! It's the dredded captain Schmidt!” Mike heard someone yell.

“This is gonna be fun.” Mike said, filling up the whole citadel production area (where they were) with water, or atleast enough to fill half the huge maze of corridors.

“SET SAIL! THE LANDLUBBER CANT BE FAR IN THESE WATERS!” He heard Foxy yell.

Mike plopped in a battleship big enough to withstand some cannonballs, but small enough to navigate.

Now Mike was no seaman. But he knew how to drive a boat. (and apparently a Vertibird.)

The Mangle climbed into the mighty fine vessel, that Mike made have a flag with his ‘happy’ face on it, surrounded in white.

But the key feature of the flag was the big ‘FUCK YOU!’ at the bottom of the flag.

“You!” Mike said pointing at the mangle. “Man the Vulcan!” Mike pointed at the huge machine gun at the front of the ship, with modified bandoliers leading from around the whole ship into the gun.

The Mangle got how to fire the gun pretty fast, there were literally a trigger that said ‘fire’ above it, a monitor that showed what was in front of the gun and a little knob that goes in all directions marked: ‘aim this bitch.’

Needless to say it was self explanatory.

“INTO THE SEAS!” Mike and Foxy yelled at the same time.