[ hello there, this is my first fic i'm posting and i'm nervous ahah /sobs ]
A red, tall animatronic gently pulled the soft curtains to his cove to the side using his plastic, shiny hook.
Eye narrowed, he peered out. The stage nearby was empty. He heavily sighed, bracing himself for what he'd do next.
The nightguard had escaped their grasp for too long.
He quickly sprinted out of the cove, avoiding tables with ease due to how used to this pattern the old pirate was. The periodic sound of lights at the doorways for both halls being checked was heard for a moment as he approached.
Foxy yelped as he slammed face-first into the door, it having been closed before he could run in. Falling pathetically to the ground, his body hitting the ground, creating a loud bang noise.
He groaned, irritated. "Dammit." as Bonnie approached.
Bonnie sighed and helped Foxy up, and in a small moment of annoyance, Foxy slammed his hook against the door. ".. don't be a sore loser, Foxy." Bonnie muttered. "Oh shush." Foxy grumbled.
"Bonn, this be like.. th' second time this night I hit the door like that. Tis' pathetic fer' a pirate like me." Foxy sighed, his pride slightly wounded.
"..I get the door slammed in my face on a daily basis and lights flashed in my eyes.." Bonnie pointed out. "But you don't see me too upset over it.."
"That be true." Foxy crossed his arms, still a bit pissed and stubborn. ".. What now? It almost be six."
Bonnie shrugged. "Maybe we could go ask Freddy for help."
Foxy scoffed, a bit annoyed. "Th' bear ain't able t' pry open doors. He isn't able t' do much fer' us right now."
Bonnie nodded slightly. "Yeah.. hmm.. Maybe we could go ask Golden."
".. Aye." Foxy nodded slightly. "Th' lass might be in a good mood tonight."
Bonnie and Foxy headed off to the kitchen to find the golden bear suit. "Goldie?" Foxy called out, only to get no response. "um.. Goldie, can we talk?"
Bonnie called out, a bit quieter then Foxy had.
No response. ".. Maybe shes busy sleepin'." Foxy mumbled. "Probably." Bonnie sighed. "Back t' the borin' ass routine, then.." Foxy grumbled.
".. or you could ask f-freddy.." Mumbled a quiet voice from the corner. "I already suggested that-oh. um.. Good morning, Goldie." Bonnie greeted.
".. morning.. now go away, i'm tired.." The yellow bear suits' quiet voice mumbled, sounding sleepy.
"Sorry." Bonnie and Foxy said in unison, then left the kitchen. ".. I guess we could go talk t' Fred', then." Foxy shrugged.
"Freddy?" Bonnie called out. "We don't know what to dooo.."
Freddy peeked out from the hall he was in. "I think I had an idea." He said calmly, sounding slightly mischievous.
"What?" Bonnie and Foxy asked.
".. Why don't we just smash the fucking windows." Freddy was to the point.
".." Foxy and Bonnie exchanged glances. "Why did we ne'r think o' that?" Foxy muttered. Bonnie shrugged. "We might be a bit big for the windows.. I mean, Goldie can just cheat her way into the office.."
"What be the fun n' that, lad?" A mischievous grin was stretched across the mechanical fox's muzzle.
".. Fine.. We can try.." Bonnie mumbled. "Don't worry, I've checked the distance. We can pull him out from-"
A loud jingle chimed.
"FUCK" Freddy and Foxy shouted in unison. Chica shrieked it from the kitchen.
The nightguard strolled right past, grinning like a prick as the animatronics glared daggers at him.