In the Night

Prologue

My name is Robert Abalone. Most of ye call me Foxy. I've been trapped in this poor excuse for a grave for twenty-nine years. As a ten year old in 1986, those bad ol' things happened. Bad ol' things that led to me being stuck in this darn ol' suit. Terrible things. Every day I chase those kiddies around in Pirates Cove… for fifty cents… that doesn't even go to me. Not te mention I have this dumb ol' pirate voice. At least I don't have that squeaky ol' voice the lassie Chica has. Sorry. Lost me train o' thought. I absolutely be hating this whole thing. I be so miserable… ye darn ol' voice. Freddy be having no problem with it. The lad likes to sing. I can't even tell if he be sad or not. Bonnie just be lookin' of inte nowhere like a deer and headlights. The lass Chica just be pretending to be happy. Though, sometimes she really be happy. And I kill the night guards. We all be doing different things te handle our misery.