"Mikey, dear, remember not to-"
"I know, mom!" chirped a small boy, garbed in pirate attire. He wore a red bandanna, a black eyepatch, and a plastic hook covered his left hand. His front two teeth were missing. "Don't talk to anyone I don't know!"
The mother bit her bottom lip, though sighed and nodded. She had nothing to fear; her son was in good hands. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza wasn't at all that bad an establishment, however… She shook her head and smiled.
"I love you, dear!" she called from the car, waving good-bye to her son. "I'll pick you up from the party when it's done, okay?"
Mikey didn't reply; he was already at the front doors. Inside, music filled the room, and the savory, enticing smell of pizza wafted through the air. Children screamed and played, parents sat imperviously in the chairs that could hardly be comfortable for a person so matured and large, and a single employee struggled through a mob of ravenous children, trying to deliver an appetizing tray of a large pepperoni pizza. In the distance, he could see exactly what he had come for: the animatronics.
"Hey-hey-hey there kiddos! Welcome to Freddy-Freddy Fazb-bear's Pizza!" Freddy cheered inspiredly into his microphone. Upon his head was a black tophat, and around his neck was its matching bowtie. He was a large brown bear, and though he moved so mechanically, the children swarmed at the Stage to see him. "Say hello, Bonnie and Chi-Chica!"
"Hey kids! We-we-we-we're gonna' have a rockin'-rockin'-rockin' time together!" Bonnie greeted, waving happily to the crowd. He wore a red bowtie and held in his hand a yellow V guitar. He was a towering purple rabbit, Freddy's right-hand man.
"Hi guys! We're going to play lots of f-f-fun-fun games together! But first, let's eat!" Chica chirped jovially, clapping her hands together. Around her neck was a white bib with confetti imaged onto it and text that read "Let's Eat!", her famous catch-phrase. She was a tall yellow chick, often Freddy's singing counterpart.
"And also; Oh, where is he?" Freddy looked around in confusion. Mikey held his breath. "We'd better call him out! Come-come on-on-on kids!" Mikey rushed to the stage, placing his hands on the edge, his eyes shining brightly, standing on his tiptoes. "Ready kids? Okay! Let's call him out! Foxy!" Freddy called out, turning to face offstage. Mikey shouted louder than any of the children, jumping excitedly up and down. "Foxy! Come on out!" Freddy continued, the children shouting louder, though were nearly drowned out by Mikey. "One more time everyone! A little-little-little loud-louder! Foxy!" Freddy called, Mikey straining his voice as loud as it could get.
"Ahoy, mateys!" called the disembodied voice. It was soon met by its owner, a large red fox with tattered, brown linen pants, a black eye patch, and a hooked left hand. "It makes me proud to see so many smiling face-face-faces here today! If any of yeh' wish to be havin' an adven-ven-venture and endless treasures, come and see me at the Pirate's-Pirate's Cove!" and with that, the animatronic fox was, again, off stage.
Mikey stood in awe, his eyes wide and glowing with joy. Freddy and the gang started singing a song that near most of the children knew by heart, but Foxy was trotting off to the Pirate's Cove, the area where you could play mini-games and climb around in tubes and in a ball pit, and trade in all of your hard earned tickets for fun toys that you would only keep for the day before losing and forgetting about it. That's where you would expect the kids to be, but they were far too enticed by the allure of pizza and songs to pay the area any attention; the only "children" that could be found in Pirate's Cove were teenagers, none of which interacted with Foxy even in the slightest.
The employee who had previously been swarmed by the mass of squirming children now entered the room holding a large cake, clutching it preciously in his hands, and children who belonged to the party and those that did not gathered around the table. Even Freddy and the gang stopped what they were doing to go to the table and congratulate the tyke. Mikey went to the Pirate's Cove.
The present teenagers gave him little to no acknowledgment, not that Mikey really cared. He was there to see Foxy. He walked past them and the employee present at the ticket exchange window. As he got closer, he could see the tall fox standing alone on his personal stage, looking longingly into the party room.
"Hi, Foxy!" greeted Mikey shyly, standing a distance away from Foxy.
"Eh?" he glanced around confusedly, his eyepatch flipped up to reveal both of his glowing yellow eyes. They settled upon the young boy and softened considerably. "Well hello there, Mikey! I haven't-n't-n't seen yeh' in a whi-whi-while! What brings yeh' to the Pirate's Cove today?"
"I tricked my mom into letting me come to see you!" Mikey replied, fiddling with the hook on his hand.
"Yar! That be so?" Foxy laughed heartily, staring gleefully at the small child. "Just for-for me!"
Mikey nodded, beaming happily.
"That means we get to play together for a long time!" Mikey exclaimed, clapping joyously.
"Well, I guess we'd bet-bet-better get started the-then laddy!" Foxy barked in his famously gruff voice. With his good hand, he lifted Mikey onto his shoulders and began to run around with the squealing little boy. The teenagers glanced up in annoyance, frowning at the distracting noise the two were making. Even the sleeping employee who was manning the ticket exchange looked up only to shake his head as a smile etched its way onto his face. The two ran about the Pirate's Cove, playing all sorts of foolish games; Foxy didn't seem to care, however. He was enjoying the small boy's company, and Mikey loved the animatronic's attention. They used Chica's coloring worksheets that she had so graciously provided to play Tic-Tac-Toe, solve crosswords, and all sorts of other childish games the paper provided. Upon blank sheets, Mikey drew pictures while Foxy was again summoned to the stage to advertise his Cove.
"Foxy, I drew you this!" Mikey greeted ecstatically as the fox returned. He handed him the sheet with the scribbly mess on it.
"Ay! For me..?" he questioned, his eyepatch lifting so he could view it with both eyes. From the hands of a small child, it was extremely difficult to make out what the picture really was, but with the colors present, he could identify himself and Mikey. In horrid handwriting above, it read "You are my hero."
Foxy smiled and his ears lowered.
"Thank y-you," he said in voice barely above a whisper.
"Come on, Foxy! Let's play something else!" Mikey urged happily, grabbing and dragging the animatronic by the hand.
"All righ-righ-right, Mikey! Calm down," Foxy chuckled. He misplaced his foot and slid across the floor, falling upon his back. A loud clang was heard as his head banged against the floor, a few screws skidding in various directions.
"Foxy!" Mikey cried, clasping his hands to his mouth as he went over to his friend. "Are you okay?"
Foxy didn't move, though a loud whirr emanated from him. He shakily lifted himself up with his good hand.
"I-I-I'm… errr… Fine!" he replied, his voice badly distorted. His head shook and his eyes flicked. "Errr…" He stepped clumsily around, shaking horrifically. He growled loudly, and attempted to speak, but nothing illegible escaped him.
Afar, the ticket exchange employee had picked up and dialed a number.
"Hey, can we get tech up here? Foxy just had a pretty nasty spill and he's not acting right. Could you get Freddy to lead him back to his stage?" the employee continued to chat before turning his attention to Mikey. "Hey! Kid! Could you please get away from Foxy? He needs to get a, uh, quick check up!"
But Mikey was following after his beloved friend, not giving any attention to the employee.
"Hello, Foxy!" Freddy greeted, smiling widely at his partner as he carried out his new instructions. "You're not looking too good, are you alright?" he asked, taking the glitching fox by the arm. He got no reply, just the quick, intermittent spazzing gestures of Foxy's head, followed by the growling and whirring that made no sense. "Let's get-get-get you back to the Cove!"
"Foxy! What's wrong?" Mikey asked, whimpering as he followed Freddy and Foxy.
"Sorry there, friend! Foxy can't see anyone right-" Freddy started before Foxy wriggled free, snarling madly as his arms swung. He barked loudly. His mouth opened wide.
Mikey stepped back.
"Foxy!" Freddy shouted, grabbing onto Foxy.
There was screaming.
The employee frantically dialed a number.
"Get an ambulance here now! Foxy just bit a kid's head off!"