Warning! This story is very OOC, also forgive me for I suck at writing accents.
Chapter 1
It was a dark and stormy night, n' all that crap. But there was a nasty storm goin' on outside, wasn't pretty I tell ya. It was the night guard's night off, 'cause they get those or somethin', and me friends were playing poker. Pretty sure Freddy's bow tie was on the line, and Bonnie would be more that happy to have a replacement. That sounds interesting n' all, and don't be takin' this the wrong way, but I'd rather gouge out my remaining eye that watch that. So instead I roamed the deserted Pizzeria. Which is when I heard what sounded like wood breaking. I whirled around to face the noise, ready to attack whatever was there, but ended up seeing nothing. I kept my guard up, and started to slowly and carefully walk back to the dining room, when I heard something run behind me. I swirled around, but once again, there was nothing.
I stood there for a second. I knew it would probably run behind me again...
I heard the rapid tiny steps again, and swirled around. I still missed it, but I caught a blurry glimpse. It was small, quite small.
Be it a really fast child..?
I contemplated this, when I heard it knock some things over. I assumed it had stumbled over some things and I spun around.
Yes! Gotcha noww..wait, what?
Contrary to my thoughts, I wasn't faced with a fast child, but a dog.
How'd it get in here?
I slowly approached it, not wanting to scare it away immediately. It looks like it's going to run, but I then realize it only had three legs. Despite being an animatronic, I felt a pang of sadness for the poor creature. I walked over, it's started to run, but I soothed it.
"Shh, it's ok, I ain't gonna hurt ya." As if it could understand me, it stopped struggling to get away. I bent down and stroked it gently behind its ears, the dog melting into the touch. And for a second, I could almost feel the fur against my good hand. I smiled, but the happiness didn't last long when I heard the sound of Chica cheering in the other room, followed by Freddy's 'aw come on!'. Looks like Freddy isn't keeping his bowtie. I frowned, much as I wanted to, I couldn't keep this dog. Freddy does not take kindly to those who break the rules, and one of the most important rules is 'no pets allowed'. But looking at the dog in my arms, seeing the poor thing shiver, it's wet fur, the sad look in its eyes...
No way, I won't just leave this poor thing to die out there.
God, Freddy's gonna kill me...