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?'s PoV

It was December 4th, 1997. Freddy's Pizzeria has now been officially closed. The three beloved animatronics have been incinerated and the pizzeria was ready to torn down. I walked inside the dusty putrid pizzeria and began my search for the rumored fourth animatronic - Foxy. While I must admit that this place was rather unnerving, I pressed on.

After about five or so minutes of getting a tad lost, I finally found it in Pirate's Cove. It was incredibly ravaged and seemed beyond repair. Its metallic endoskeleton showed through it's legs and torn chest and arms, and its jaw seemed to be permanently ajar. I almost felt sorry for the raggedy little thing. Almost.

I knew about the Bite of '87 and ever since that day, he seemed to have vanished from the pizzeria, but not quite. Looks like they merely hid him here and kept anyone from trying to enter Pirate's Cove. Clearly this wasn't the case as there was just a "Sorry! Out of Order!" sign in front of it. I would say that he wore with age, but the other animatronics were in tip top condition. Vandalism may be a possibility.

As I exited the soon-to-be-destroyed pizzeria with the last animatronic in tow, a thought quickly came to me. I ignored the crowd swarming me as I gathered my thoughts. I looked back at the pizzeria, then at the wrecking balls and bulldozers, then at the sea of parents and their children. The distraught looks on their crying faces and the parents were egging on the wrecking crew to finally annihilate the so called "Pizzeria from Hell" by the night guards, especially by a well known survivor named Mike Schmidt…Well if they lived to tell the tale.

"What are you doing?! Destroy that thing already!" a parent shouted.

Placing the animatronic down, I grabbed a megaphone and walked up to the crowd.

"I've decided to keep this for my own research." I announced.

"What?! Are you crazy?! Why would you want keep that?!" a crew man roared.

"For science." was my simple reply.

"You monster! It'll kill us all!" another parent screamed.

I said nothing as I tied up the animatronic to the roof of my car and drove off. After ten minutes, I made it to my research facility. I looked into my glove compartment and found an empty diary. It was empty.

Ah. I remember this…Never did get to use it. Better late than never. I thought.

February 6th, 1998

The demolition of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria has been postponed until my studies were complete. My associates have taken caution of everyone's wellbeing and we're conducting Project Revival on the rooftop to avoid the animatronic to free-roam. Even though we took out it's coding for said feature, you can never be too careful.

August 14th, 1999

Progress on Project Revival has been recently sluggish, but my colleagues have followed my plans. It's Foxy's turn to shine. A new and improved Foxy.

It was now the morn of a new century and Project Revival was now complete. I was outside the pizzeria with my comrades. A large white sheet covered our three years worth of research and the rowdy crowd was curious to see what it was. Beside it was the original Foxy, now completely expendable to us. The inside of the Pizzeria was recently cleaned and a white sheet was over the logo on top of the building.

"Ladies and gentlemen. After three years of extensive experimentation, I bring you a scientific breakthrough." I said into the microphone.

With a wave of my hand, the old Foxy animatronic was towed away and I grabbed the white sheet covering the new Foxy while a random colleague of mine went to the doors and the the white sheet with a ladder.

"Behold! The brainchild of our experimentation! I bring you the new and improved Foxy!" I shouted in glee.

I pulled down the sheet and a loud collective gasp was heard among the crowd.

"What is that thing?"

"Wait. Is that a girl?"

"Dude, am I high? That thing has boobs!"

I merely chuckled at all the whispering and the parents shielding their children's eyes.

"This, ladies and gentlemen, is an android. And with it, this pizzeria will live on!"

My colleague pulled away the sheet and instead of saying "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria", it was replaced with "Foxy's Pirate Paradise Pizzeria".

"How do we know she…it won't kill us?!" someone shouted.

"Her superior technology and advanced AI allows her to think and act for herself. Almost as if she were a real person. She has been programmed to know right from wrong. That I assure you."

I took out a small remote from my pocket and pressed the red button. Foxy's eyes snapped open and she did nothing for a few seconds. She turned to face me and without warning she pounced on me and started to lick my face.

"What the deuce?"

"Daddy!" she squealed.

"What the? Daddy?! I'm not your -"

"Nu. You my daddy." she said flatly while still licking my face.

The crowd gave a few chuckles and Foxy looked at herself. And by that I mean she looked at her clothes and payed absolutely no attention to her…assets.

"Yay! Imma pirate!" she squealed.

"Yes. Yes you ar -"

At phenomenal speeds, she took off and ran into the pizzeria, obviously curious on what it laser cutlass on her right arm slashed through the red ribbon in front of the pizzeria. Why did we add a beam sword? Because science.

She darted around it a few times and just kept going. I got back onto my feet, picked up the microphone, and dusted it off.

"Well then. After that little display, you can see that she means no harm. However due to her childlike mindset at the moment, it appears that she will not be doing her job here until she begins to mature." I announced.

Behind me, Foxy was still darting around shouting random nonsense. She then started chasing her tail before curling up on the ground and falling asleep.

…Oh this is going to be fun.

A/N: …Nya.