The secrets of Pirates cove
Foxy has sat there in disrepair for many years, rusting into the depths of time itself, awaiting his saviour to come and re activate him so he can enact his revenge upon the animatronic who laid false claims on him from the previous endeavours of 87', but will all be the same in the gang when a new arrival comes into the dark depths of freddy fazbears and takes an instant liking upon the secrets that befall pirates cove. and will all be the same in the gang?
chapter 1- Recollections
The first leaf fell, billowing and fluttering to the cold pavement bellow, shades of auburn and red littered the cold damp pavement, fallen comrades in a frosty forgotten war. Autumn, in all its magnificent glory, the subtle crunch of the fallen leaves bellow your feet, the musky smell of earth infiltrating your nose. it was always the best season around for mr fazbear, not only for the riches mother nature had to offer but as a financial benefit for his business, as the icy weather snapped at the heels of many children it became apparent that t was the time that he saw many a more customers through the solid oak doors of freddy fazbears pizzeria. they came in the hundreds, bright eyed children of many ages and heights wrapped head to toe in the ceremonial bandages of winter clothing, from huge parkas 2 sizes too big to colourful welly's, each child with rosy red cheeks from the impending cold chill of the greater depths, all flocking in with the equally as overdressed adults, trudging in willingly beside them, well... dragged would be a better word, dragged by there gloves or there icy fingers into the greeting warmth and the ever so enticing smell of fresh pizza dough. and after unloading al there layers onto the wall of hooks they would edge themselves into the warmth of freddy fahzbears and sit, socialize and more while there children ventured into the depths of the resulting wonderland of treasure that befell them, the countless number of tables with every colour imaginable to draw there favourite pictures, the play frame and the depths of the ball pit, and the main attraction
the 2 animatronics, both lined up next to each other on the stage in there glory, soaking in the well deserved attention from the adoring fans below, all cheering there names, there they both stood, a group, no, a family. and they were well adored by the community, especially by the children. they stood there, like pre destined gods, basking in the smiles of the children who worshipped them. there they where, there was FREDDY FAZBEAR, by the name you could already tell he was the main attraction, he towered over the kids on the rickety old stage, his brown fur basking in the glow of the stage lights, refracting multiple colours of red, blue and green. in his hand he held a single microphone, his voice husk and rough, singing into the microphone like a blues god. hs voice reverberating in the ears of the children, there screams of joy provided the sufficient evidence of enjoyment, his black top hat sat firmly on his head, tilted at an odd angle on his disproportionate head, he stood at the front of the group, he was the main man, and his ego sure did know that.
then there was bonny, bonny the rabbit, her name really did describe her personality, she was as bonny as anyone could be, she was always happy and willing to give a paw to those who needed it, well thats when she wasn't jamming on her guitar. her purple florescent fur glowed under stage light, to many children bonnie was there favourite, much to freddys dismay. she stood there, playing along and providing a great tune to the backing of freddies amazing talents. t was all perfect, everything was in harmony
it was... to what he could remember
locked in this cloth prison, in active and with his thoughts, he often recalled this memory... this perfect memory of his family before treason had set in... now he was here, alone, cold... forgotten.. left to die alone.
a fitting life for a pirate.
