He was always special. Different to all the other animatronics. He didn't sing or dance, no. Nor did he play any instruments like Chica and Bonnie. He preferred to walk around his own pirate cove, talking to passing children, almost as if he was alive. Almost, Because he wasn't. Isn't. He was only a metal endoskeleton with a voice box. But somehow, it was peculiar how he could keep a conversation going with his witty, pirate-like phrases. I was only barely an adult at the time, working at that goddamn pizzeria. God, I wish I hadn't gone, now that I think about it.
I sat as far away from everyone else as humanly possible, trying to drown out their annoying singing. How boring it must be, to sit and play those childish over and over. I looked at all the children running around, carefree and happy. However, if they weren't careful, one of them could get hurt one of these days. My eyes strayed to a young child talking to foxy, seemingly intrigued by what he was saying. I smiled slightly, at least someone other than me actually took interest in the old pirate. But then...all it took was a second. A second for everything to go wrong. A second for the reputation of Freddy fazbears to deteriorate. A kid ran past foxy, pushing him forward and trodding on his tail, causing the animatronic to let out an ear-piercing shriek. I'd seen children dismantling the poor amimatronic before, pulling bits of his fur off and frying his system. He was used to being pushed around, by children of all things. But all it took was one push. He lurched forward, his jaw clamped on something and he...bit.
Screams of parents and children alike echoed throughout the entirety of pirate cove, many of the members of staff pulling the crying child away from Foxy. Jeremy however, pulled foxy behind the curtain before going to evacuate the remainder of pirate cove. But, all I remember from that moment is seeing his emotionless face fall apart, blood matting his fur.
I came back the following weekends, but he was never there, pirate cove now on complete lock down. Every other animatronic was there except Foxy, no more of his piratey ways or his humanlike way of talking to the children. He didn't even exist in the eyes of the company anymore. But, I knew where he was. Stuck behind that god-awful curtain, all alone. It didn't occur to me then, just how well the human body can survive without complete use of it's frontal lobe.
I come back every night now. Watching. Waiting, for him to open those dirty old curtains and leave the dimly lit pirates cove once again, children's innocent laughter reminsing in the room for a mere split second.
After all, he always was my favorite...
Well, there you go. Finished. Done. Bai-
Or is it?
Yes, this will not (and I repeat NOT) Be a one-shot. However, this will be the only chapter in the view of the phone guy...but, who knows? Its me we're talking about and I'm an unpredictable bitch. So yes, This will be longer than a one-shot AND it WILL be a reader insert, so, you're welcome. It will also be a FNAFxReader story, so, I'll create an ending or whatever you comment for each character someone comments. And Foxy.
Why?
Because Foxy is bae. Nuff said.