You looked over to the open room, you were making glances to the cameras, biting your bottom lip until it bled. It has been two days since you started in Freddy's and already you've almost been dealt with by the animatronics.
If it wasn't for the phone call you got, you'd never have known the dangers of working in a child's pizza place. You tended to listen to that recording another time before your shift started and before you get another message. One phrase that caught your ear, the phrase talking about one of the animatronics. He said that that animatronic doesn't particularly like being watched.
At the third night it was increasing it challenge to stay alive, and all you need to do is get through five nights. "Alright . . ." you say to yourself. "You can do it."
You look at the cameras as you turn on your machine and listened to the recording again. You shake your head and turn to a camera, making sure that you are safe, you lie back slowly, biting your lip. "I hate this job," you mutter under your breath, looking to the ground for a second, but soon realize you shouldn't stray from the cameras. In that moment, you realize Foxy was gone, which was odd, Foxy wasn't usually gone especially early. Your shift hasn't even started yet and they're already moving.
"Well damn," you groan looking over at the door and made sure Foxy wasn't at the door. Swiftly you close the doors and gulp. "Damn, damn, damn." You were cowering in the corner, like you tend to do for the first few minutes, until you heard the calm voice come from your phone.
You rise a little and glance at the phone before hitting to hear the message. As the message went on, you saw Foxy was not anywhere around the cameras. Gulping, you hold onto your shirt and you ground your teeth against your bottom lip.
After the message ended, you heard a loud smash was at the door and that was it . . . Foxy was coming. You were going to die before your shift even started. Tears ran down your face as you knew the incoming threat. But strangely, Foxy looked at you and blinked.
You cowered and looked to the ground. "J-Just do it," you whimpered and looked at Foxy, he looked at you confusedly at you and shook his head. "Wh-What?" the ideals you had in your mind was he was waiting for you to let your guard down and then he'll jump you and toss you into a Fazbear suit.
He said nothing but he shook his head and looked to the cameras, emotionless, more likely because of it being an animatronic being. He reached over and grabbed your hand. His hand was cold and lifeless as it should be, you gulp and pat yourself off and looked at Foxy.
"A-Are you friendly?" you asked, confused, the phone guy said all animatronics have a tendency to wander around and not recognize humans. You got no words but only a nod, you wondered why he said nothing but it hit you, his jaw was broken off.
You backed away from him, hitting the chair falling over and onto your back. Foxy simply looked at you, he extended his hand a loud creak emitted from his movement. He hasn't been maintained for years, his joints are rusty and old, his paint is chipping from his body, you could see patches of silver metal over his mostly red body.
You gulped and let a tear roll down, you knew he wasn't meaning harm from what he claims but you couldn't help but feel a tear. Without warning, Foxy approached you and stared at you, scarily. He then let his claw slide against your cheek, sliding the tear away.
You stared at Foxy, your eyes glossy from tears. "Wh-What are you doing?" you said as you backed as far away as you could. All Foxy did was shrug, nothing more.
Something scared you, then you heard it . . . more banging.