Molly sighed and looked at the various security camera views. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were all on the stage and Foxy was in the Pirate Cove. None had moved yet but the night was just starting out so she knew not to worry about them. The restaurant had been closed for a while and everyone was gone except for the night guard, Molly, who had shown up thirty minutes early for work. She'd been the guard for a few weeks now and had been frightened her first night when the animatronic animals started to move and talk on their own. After reaching the end of the power she had, Molly cowered in the office, terrified for her life and remembering the story she'd been told that the last guard had been murdered by them. She had shrugged the story off as a legend before and accepted the job. However, the animatronic animals hadn't harmed her after reaching the office, but were quite friendly towards her. All except Foxy. He'd stayed where he belonged behind the curtains and his 'Out of Order' sign.
"Come on, guys, I'm bored…" Molly groaned, looking at the time.
It was going on eleven fifty. Ten more minutes… Molly thought, trying to be patient. When the time hit the five minute mark she got out of the chair and walked down towards the stage. The only light came from the emergency exit and a flashlight Molly carried. The flashlight passed over the animatronic faces one by one. The lack of light made them seem creepy but by this point Molly was used to the creepy appearance they donned.
"Anytime now, guys," Molly said.
The last few minutes passed by slowly and at last they began to move.
"Molly!" said Chica happily.
"Good evening, Molly!" Freddy chimed in.
"Hello, Molly!" said Bonnie.
"Hey, everyone!" Molly replied.
The animatronic animals got off the stage, Freddy stretching as he did.
"Guessing Foxy won't come out again, what's with him?"" Molly asked.
"Don't ask me. I personally don't like him…" Freddy said, crossing his arms and glaring towards Pirate Cove.
During her time as a guard, not once had Foxy made an appearance. He'd stayed in hiding the entire time that Molly had worked and she wanted to see the fox. She remembered seeing him when she was a child and he'd always been her favorite. She spent the majority of her time by Pirate Cove, enjoying the pirate fox and his show. On her last visit to the pizzeria, when she was twelve, she stayed right by Foxy the entire time she was there, upset that she was moving the next week. Her dad had been offered a job in another state and she had no choice but to go along after he'd accepted the position. She talked to Foxy even though she knew he wouldn't respond to her, telling him about new job her dad had, about how she would miss all the characters, and how she would miss her friends.
Ten years later she moved back to the town she'd been born and raised in and had seen that Freddy Fazbear's was hiring. She applied the same day she saw the ad in the newspaper and had been offered the position immediately.
"Maybe he needs to learn how to be more social," Molly said, "I'm going to see what his problem is."
"You really shouldn't bother him," Bonnie warned.
"He's being so anti-social. You guys have been great towards me and he's been rude enough to act like none of us exist," Molly countered, "It's time that changes."
Bonnie sighed, "You're really making a mistake…"
Molly ignored the purple bunny and headed towards Pirate Cove. After hoisting herself onto the stage, Molly approached the purple, star covered curtains.
"Foxy?" she called.
There was no response.
"Come out or I'm coming in," Molly said.
There was still no response.
Molly sighed, "One… Two…"
This time there was a scuffling sound but it stopped as soon as it started.
Raising an eyebrow, Molly pushed open the curtains. There were no lights on behind the curtains and Molly could only tell where the animatronic fox was by his glowing yellow eye. The other eye was hidden by his eye patch, giving him an almost Cyclops-like look.
"Go away," grumbled the pirate.
"What's with you? Everyone else has been so nice to me and you've just hidden this whole time," Molly said.
"Go away," repeated Foxy.
"No. What is wrong with you?"
"Please just go…"
"Not until you explain why you won't come out."
"Go!"
Molly sighed, "Alright, fine. But I expect to see you come out once in a while."
She stepped out of the curtains and looked towards the others who were on by the stage.
"I told you it wasn't a good idea to bother him…" Bonnie said slowly.
"I don't get it. He's acting like a prick," grumbled Molly.
"Foxy is… Ah… Not very sociable these days," Chica said, wording it as best she could, "I think he just misses being able to perform and interact with the children."
"Well, why doesn't anyone give him some repairs so he can start up again?" Molly asked.
"Budget problems," explained Bonnie, "The owner can't afford it. So instead of spending a few hundred dollars at least to fix Foxy, he decided to just keep him hidden all the time and not let him perform."
"Poor Foxy…" whispered Molly, looking at the curtains.
"He was rude, he deserved it," Freddy said.
Kinda rude yourself there, Freddy… Molly thought, looking at the bear.
Out loud, she said, "I wonder if I would be allowed to fix him up if I paid for any materials I would need. I already have some basic tools at home. And my friend was on the robotics team in high school so he could help me out."
She noticed Foxy's nose sticking out of the curtains and knew he was listening to the conversation.
Smiling, she continued, "If I could get his fur fixed up, give his jaw some TLC, and have my friend try to figure out what went wrong in '87 and fix that, I'm sure he'd be allowed to perform again. I just know the kids would love to see him."
"Good luck with that," Freddy said, wandering away.
"What do you guys think?" Molly asked, turning to Bonnie and Chica.
"I think you can do it!" Chica smiled.
Bonnie nodded in agreement.
"What about you, Foxy? What do you say?" Molly called.
The nose quickly retreated behind the curtain again and Molly laughed.
"I can do it. I know I can," she said, grinning.