~Chapter 1~

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Rinse and repeat. Rinse and Repeat.

Time to play, play the game again.

The night game, the night trap.

We play with the little man in the box.

In the end, he'll be locked away.

Just. Like. Us.

"Freddy." The animatronic turned around in surprise to see a red fox animatronic with a hook replacing his right hand.

Staring at him for a moment, he responded in a deadpan tone. "Yes Foxy, what do you want?" The brown bear uninterested in whatever the foxy had to say.

"Do ye' mind matey, I be tryin' to sleep." Foxy seemed irritable, despite being an expressionless animatronic he seemed to radiate emotion for some strange reason.

The bear disturbingly smiled, and tipped his hat while looking towards the security office. "Tonight's a special night you know why Foxy boy?" Freddy said in a sing-songy voice.

Foxy wasn't amused to say the least, he glared at him with a snarl. "As much as would love to join ye' in yer "game", I ain't feelin' it tonight."

"There's always time for murder, Foxy boy." He was excited and counting down the minutes to 12:00 AM.

He may have been a murderous animatronic, but even he knew there was a certain limit. "I'm appalled laddie, we kill the security guards for vengeance, this ain't a game."

Freddy laughed at Foxy. "Don't be a party pooper Foxy, after all you wouldn't want to end up like Mangle would you?" Adding extra emphasis to her name.

"What am I going to do, cause the bite of 95'?" Glaring at the bear, he snarled. "Besides, the lassie was already messed up in the head anyways, all those missing parts couldn't have done her well."

"Don't get sentimental on me now Foxy." The fox titled his head in confusion at Freddy's mocking.

"Uh…what does that word mean again?"

Freddy stared at him with a surprised look. "You really don't know what the word means, what are you five…" He paused, the eyes of the two animatronics widening. "Foxy…don't take that the wrong way I…"

"Drop it." Foxy's pirate accent suddenly disappearing, he looked at his friend with an almost sad expression. "Don't remind me Freddy, just drop it."

"Alright." The bear rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Well I need to go, gotta get ready for the big night."

Foxy sighed. "Ready for Freddy?"

Freddy laughed. "You bet."

Foxy watched him lumber back to the stage before he finally wandered back to his cove, planning on staying there for the rest of the night.

The clock inched ever closer to 12:00 AM, but there was still no sign of the security guard. Foxy peaked out of his cove to look around. "Where is that land lubber at, it's 5 minutes from 12:00 AM he should be here by now."

Then the click of door, Foxy's ear perked up as he heard rushed footsteps. Moving back into Pirate's Cove to avoid being seen, Foxy stared at the guard in between the curtains. The guard appeared to be a man in his mid 20's, just like most of the guards that worked at this restaurant.

Unlike most of the guards something was different about this one, it wasn't that he had an aura of confidence like Mike Schmidt. No instead the guard was holding something close to his chest, Foxy didn't have a clue what is was. His best guess was that it was a flashlight.

"Huh, the first guard in a while that actually is smart." He whispered, surprised that a night guard actually brought something that could help him through the night. "The last time a guard brought something helpful, was when Mike brought in those…mechanical tools." If there was one thing Foxy hated about Mike above all else, was that Mike was a skilled technician. "Why the hell did he work here if he was so good at mechanics?"

Looking down towards the security room didn't increase his interest in being active tonight. Even if it was going to be harder on the others, he just wasn't feeling it for some reason. "I don't know what's wrong with me, maybe I'm sick." Foxy then had a brilliant realization. "Yeah that makes sense I mean, I am talking to myself…and answering myself, so I'm probably just sick!" Foxy laid back against the walls of Pirate Cove, content with his theory.

The clock finally struck 12:00 AM, from down the hall he could hear the usual beep of the phone and heard the exact same message that he's heard since 1990. After about half an hour later the message finally ended and everything was silent. That was until the sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the pizzeria.

"About time the laddie finally decided move." Looking out of Pirate's Cove he saw another one of his friends Bonnie, he was usually the first one to head towards the security office. As Bonnie passed by Pirate's Cove he gave Foxy a small wave, and Foxy returned a wave.

A few minutes later he heard the slam of a door, he assumed the purple rabbit failed his first attempt. Around the same time the Chica had decided to step of stage and go on her route. Unfortunately he route was on the other side of the building, away from Foxy.

Once again another door slam was heard, this cycle repeated for a good hour or two. Everything was going normal, but something hit Foxy that ran a chill up his metallic spine. Why hadn't the security guard used his flashlight at all tonight? He was just using the door lights, he was getting a bad feeling about the security guard.

Looking outside of the curtain he saw Bonnie enter the guard's room, and heard him scream at the guard. Foxy jumped out of Pirate's Cove and ran down the hall as fast as he could. When he arrived at the door he saw Bonnie and Chica towards the front of the room staring at the guard. He was point the flashlight at the two animatronics, but on closer inspection Foxy found out it wasn't a flashlight.

It was a gun.

Author's Note:

After brushing off all the dust from this account I finally decided to write another story, this time trying my hand with a much more manageable story. It'll be shorter than what I planned for the other story I never finished (which I probably won't finish) to be, in both chapters and words.

Also yeah a FNaF fanfic.

Oh boy…