"Could ye do a favor for me, lad?" the animatronic fox asked, staring at the night guard. Mike hummed in question, his legs swinging in mid-air. Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica were busy rehearsing their secret play, and Goldie was toying with the kitchen.
"Do ye remember de Bite o' 87?" he murmured, ever so silently. Mike shook his head.
"Alright, matey. I'll tell ye."
"Mom! Come on! I wanna see Foxy!" Mike whined, desperately pulling his mom's arm, trying to drag her to Pirate Cove. The woman sighed, ruffling her son's chocolate curls.
"Alright Mikey. Let's go," she decided, walking towards the small round stage.
It was Michael Shmidt's birthday, which was a fantastic day to be at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It was popular among the town.
The two sat down, with many other parents and kids. The violet, star patterned curtains slowly opened, revealing Foxy the Pirate.
"Ahoy mateys!" he called. A few kids, especially Mike, called back.
"Welcome kiddies, to de Pirate's Cove! Now who want's te join my crew?"
Most of the kids raised their hands, screaming "Me!". Foxy smiled, and directed the kids just below the stage.
"Now kiddies, ye better behave, or you be walking the plank!" he warned. All the kids nodded, and continued to watch.
"Now, let's find de treasure!"
Kids scrabbled around, frantically searching for treasure. Mike, on the other hand, was staring at Foxy, his eyes gleaming.
"Foxy…" he murmured. Too caugh up in amusement, he scampered up the stage, approaching the pirate fox. The security guard gasped, and tried to block Mike.
"No no kid. Foxy's off limits," he said. Mike frowned, trying to reach his hand out. As he tried to protest, his friend, Lily, scrambled up stage as well, and laughed at Foxy's face.
"He looks so ugly!" she cried, pointing to his mouth. Her head was dangerously close to it. "Look at his pointy teeth! Wow, he is ugly!"
The sound of bones cracking and flesh being cut through echoed through the room. Foxy's jaws her clamped onto Lily's head unable to let go. Mike trembled in fear, unable to do anything. Silence filled the room, before parents started screaming and panicking. Kids followed as well. But Mike was still there, frozen in fear. Foxy's eyes trailed down towards him, and the six year old knew he was sorry. He felt his mom grab him and drag him out of the restaurant, never to see it again.
"Do ye remember it now?" he question, ruffling the night guard's hair. The brunette nodded, shivering slightly. He felt Foxy's warm fur press against him, and he smiled.
"Am sorry, lad." he murmured. "Me wish I could change de past…"
"It's fine, Foxy." Mike said, his eyes gleaming like it was twenty years ago. "It's the future now."