Mike Schmidt, a small boy at the age of 9 years old, ran into the Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria building. "Mommy mommy it's them!" He giggled as his mother caught up to him "I see, now go play, Mikey" she chuckled and he ran over to the stage where three animatronic animals stood, Chica Chick, Bonny Bunny and last but not least Freddy Fazbear himself. They sang and they danced and then they led the children to the Dining Hall where hey would eat "hey kids! It's time for my personal favourite time of the day, dinner!" Chica chirped loudly. After eating a delicious Hawaiian pizza Mike hopped away, quickly strapping on his favourite eye patch and opening the door to see Foxy, his role model and hero.
The tall fox turned his head and gave Mike a toothy grin "now what are you doin' in here, lad? Ye should still be eating with the rest of yer crew" he asked, Mike grinned back "I wanted to visit my hero before the show started!" The small boy chimed. "And who would that be, lad?" Foxy asked, kneeling down to get a better look at the boy, "you! You're the bravest most coolest most strongest pirate on the seven seas!" Mike replied. The fox looked star struck, he'd always been the side show, like adverts before you saw a movie, or just plain filler but suddenly he was important? "Well, this old pirate don't know what te say" he murmured, standing up he watched as the small boy climb up onto the stage.
Something clicked inside the fox's works and his body began to shake, his eyes turning completely white and his eyepatch flapped up, "F-Foxy?" Mike gulped. The fox fell forward lifelessly, Mike didn't think to get out of the way as the foxes jaws clamped around his head. Sharp teeth dug into his skull and Foxy couldn't move, a malfunction in his system rendering him unable to move as he slowly bit out the poor boy's frontal lobe.
That was in 1987, the day Pirate Cove went out of order and was gone for good.