Yo, what's goin' on out there Fanfiction, this is Lord-of-Rhodor checking in here and welcome to a brand new one-shot.
So, I'm sorry about the lack of activity on Fanfiction, but I recently opened a FiMFiction account, so that's eating up most of my time. I will return to Fanfiction, but not for a while.
That being said, remember our old friend Lockjaw? I felt a little bit guilty for leaving him hanging so I decided to slam out a oneshot about him so he wouldn't feel unloved.
Just so you know, this is not canon with the rest of my stories.
ANYWHO… On with the story!
Humanity
It was 2:00 at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Too.
Foxy the Pirate Fox crouched in the main hallway, waiting for his signal to attack.
Then he heard it. Balloon Boy's unmistakable giggle, followed by a shout of, "Oh do go away, BB," closely followed by a clang as the security guard hurled his flashlight at BB.
He sprinted down the hallway and leapt at the last second with a howl.
The guard looked up with a start and yelped.
He had, for some reason, replaced his Freddy mask with an old Lockjaw head. But Foxy wasn't fooled.
He slammed into the guard, knocking him out of his chair and onto the floor.
"Foxy, you dunce!" He shouted with a very convincing British accent, "What on earth are you doing?"
"Nice try, matey," he snarled, wedging his hook under the mask's chin, "But it'll take more than a new mask and a fake accent to fool me!"
With a single violent ripping motion, he snapped the mask back, and was confronted by a desiccated, mummified face contorted in agony.
He loosened his grip with a startled cry and a clawed foot slammed into his steel ribcage, sending him flying over the desk.
"Convinced now? You *static*!" Lockjaw shouted furiously, his built-in censor function drowning out his curse with a burst of static.
He reached up an lowered his head back into place.
"Sorry, matey," Foxy said sheepishly, I thought ye were the night guard."
"If you hadn't spent all last night showing off for Mangle, you'd know that the night watchman has a cold," sighed Lockjaw, his irritation fading, "He never showed tonight, so I figured that I might as well do his job."
"Sorry matey," Foxy repeated, "I'll go tell the others not to disturb ye."
"You do that," Lockjaw said, crossing his arms.
He waited until Foxy was out of sight before righting the chair and sitting in it once again.
Then he slid aside the false floor panel beneath the desk with one foot.
"He's gone, Jeremy," he called softly into it.
The night guard poked his head out and sighed in relief.
"Thanks, man," he sighed, "I owe you one."
"Make that two," Lockjaw said with a small smile, and he pulled out a plastic bag from its hiding place under his folded wings.
Inside was a personal pizza and a liter bottle of Coke.
"You snatched these for me?" Jeremy said with wonder, taking the pizza and soda, "Why?"
Lockjaw smiled sadly.
"Kindness is my way of repentence," he said, pulling back his head again and exposing the corpse inside, "When I ended this man's life, well… I felt guilty even though it was no fault of mine. The horror on his family's faces, it cut through my corrupted programming and gave me a touch of humanity."
Jeremy couldn't think of a reply to that, so he kept eating, and they passed the hours until 6:00 in companionable silence.