(A/N)Why are you reading this…?Idfk… whatever, here's my sucky fnaf fanfiction, "Scrapped". EDIT: I only decided to give Foxy a pirate voice a little bit in. And I suck at pirate voices. DONT JUDGE ME.
I groaned and looked up at the clock. Twelve am. Wait, TWELVE AM?! SHIT! Gotta get moving! The new guy's here! I brushed the curtains aside, straitened my eye-patch, and charged out, waving my hook.
"GUYS! GUYS! The night guard's here! IT'S TWELVE AM! Get moving!" I shouted. Chica was the first to wake up. She shook off some flies and then then started running as well. After a bit, we all started moving towards the office. Chica headed to the kitchen to make some pizza. How she can make pizza by banging pots together, I don't know... And I don't think I want to find out.
I walked up to the new guy's door, but he closed it in me face! Knocking on the door, I yelled, "Hey! Let me in, lad! I wont hurt ya!"
He slowly opened the door, and said shakily, "A-are you certain...?"
"Of course I am! I know me own mind, don't I? Well, most of the time..." I said uncertainly. He backed up, a little scared looking.
"Ahh, don't ye worry. The last time I glitched was 20 years ago!"
"And that's supposed to be GOOD?!" He yelled, but then let out a small meep of terror and hid under his desk.
"Well, yes, it 'tis. At least I didn't bite yer head off at first sight..." I scratched my head a bit, thinking.
"Why don't you come out lad, and we'll talk a bit about this over some grub?"
"I-I guess..." He said, slowly standing up. I helped him.
"What's yer name, landlubber?" I asked.
"M-Mike. Mike Schmidt," He said, putting his security hat back on.
"Well, Mike, let's go see if Chica has got some pizza for us in the messhall, shall we?" I said, leading him to the stage. Chica had set out some classic pepperoni pizza, and we proceeded to wolf down some pizza, and then I stopped to ask Mike, "Why did you take this here job anyway?" He paused for a bit, thinking.
"I guess I needed the money. That, and I wanted to see you guys. You guys meant the world to me as a child. You might not remember it, but... You were my favorite, Foxy..." Then he stopped, clearly embarrassed. My jaw dropped, surprised that anyone liked me, considering what "I" did...
(A/N) So there you go! Sorry about the shitty Pirate Dialect, but Foxy is a pirate after all, and I don't really know how to speak Pirate. WARNING: There will be lemons! If you don't like that, then you might as well stop reading this fanfic, cuz there's gonna be lemons. SO FUCKING DEAL WITH IT. 505 words, I guess that's a lot... I think.