||This is just a simple for fun Fan Fiction for my favorite indie game, Five Nights at Freddy's. If you do not know the main backstory I tried to explain it as best as I could. Feedback would be appreciated :) ||

It wasn't my first time here in this place of joy and family fun. My parents used to bring me here on my birthday and on weekends where they just wanted me to have fun. I was always strangely drawn to this place. Maybe it was the animatronics that my kid self loved the most. It certainly was not the pizza. Freddy Fazbear's, though creepy nowadays, will always hold a special place in my heart, even if I am now a twenty three year old woman.

Let me introduce you first to whom I am and why I am here now. My name is Silvia and I am a mechanic and an engineer. I am well known by the manager here at the pizzeria and was called in to fix a few of the issues with the lighting and the infamous animatronics.

As I recalled, they plan on reopening this place soon after a few renovations are done. I sighed, looking around in the dim, dim light of the parlor. They gave the night guard off tonight, giving me free range of the place and to fix Bonnie, the bunny animatronic that plays guitar, Chica the chicken's Jaw, and clean the Freddy Fazbear animatronic. They also told me to fix the lighting and hardwiring on Foxy the pirate Fox's show area, wanting to bring back his show.

This made this night all the more exciting. As a child, I loved the pirate cove show. Foxy was so funny and fun to play with when they walked around. He always knew my name and called me "Silvy the Swashbuckler" and always had me volunteer for the shows. Of course, I was only three years old at the time. One night, however, Foxy was doing a show and a little girl got too close after he had had a few shut downs and he bit the frontal lobe of the girl's brain right out. She lived, thank goodness, but poor Foxy was shut down until further notice. And that was back in 1987.

I walked to the main stage, checking my watch. It was almost midnight. I was going to start with Bonnie, the tall purple bunny. I looked him over, from what they told me, he started losing a few teeth and his guitar was breaking. I opened the light purple jaw of the robot, peeking inside with my flashlight.

"Oh, Bonnie, looks to me like a few simple tweaks to your jaw is all you need." I smiled, laughing to myself.

I let go of the jaw, looking down at my tool belt. I picked out my lucky screw driver that was given to me by my professor before I graduated. I pushed a few stray strands of my strawberry blonde hair behind my ear, getting to work. I unhinged his jaw slightly, screwing in some of the loose teeth.

"Oh, sweetie, all better now!" I smiled as I screwed in the last tooth.

I proceeded to then re attach his jaw, pushing on it to make sure it would not fall off.

"Perfect." I giggled, patting his fuzzy head.

I checked my watch, two minutes to midnight. I shrugged, I was in no rush to leave. I looked in the middle of the crew, slightly more forward than the other two. The main bear himself, Freddy. I smiled, remembering all the songs he sand and when he roamed the pizzeria laughing so happily and asking how the pizza was.

"Your turn, Freddy." I chuckled, stepping towards him.

"You know what I like to do for fun?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. I knew that voice…I knew it too well.

I turned around, looking back at Bonnie. He was in a different position. Instead of him standing straight, facing what would be the audience had anyone been there, he was head was faced directly at me.

I felt my heart sink into my stomach. I gulped, "B-Bonnie?" I stammered.

Maybe I hit something while fixing him up that turned him on.

"I like to s-s-s-sing, Huh-huh!" He laughed, taking a step towards me. Bonnie let go of his guitar, allowing it to fall.

I stepped backwards, bumping into Freddy.

I felt a clasp on my arm; "L-Let's eat!" said a female voice, which could only mean Chica.

"Let go of me!" I yelled. I struggled against the strong grip that was not Chica's. It was Freddy, his eyes glowing as he stared down at me, "That's against the rules. T-T-Time to k-k-k-kill them!" He said.

I managed to slip my arm out of his hold, running off the stage. I did not turn around, I just ran.

"N-No running in the pizzeria, kiddo!" I hear Chica say from behind me.

I ran into the only room I knew best, the Pirate's Cove. I dove behind the purple curtain, pulling my legs to my chest in complete fear. I sighed, looking up at a shut down Foxy. His suit was just decaying, the poor thing.

"You look awful, my poor Foxy." I whispered through some stray tears that remained on my face. "I'm stuck here anyways…Why don't I just quietly fix you?" I said.

I stood up, looking at him closely. I took a hold of his head, his jaw falling open, revealing his sharp teeth. I cringed, remembering those newspaper articles about his little…snack.

I set to work. I tightened his jaw, I sewed together his suit, I even fixed his exposed metal skeleton on his arms and legs.

"You look great, Foxy. The kids will love you. Maybe you'll find a new Swashbuckling Silvy." I chuckled.

I turned away, putting my tools back into my belt and tool kit. I checked my watch, 1:47. I sighed; I may as well wait it out until the place opened again.

I peeked out the curtains; I could faintly see Bonnie and Freddy roaming the place, singing their songs.

I turned back to Foxy. My eyes widening. He was kneeling down next to me, his face directly in front of mine.

I gulped, "F-Foxy?"

He was silent, his right arm was raised, his pirate hook coming into view.

I looked at it, it was chipped. I didn't notice before. I wanted to scream, but I kept my cool. He was not threatening me, nor was he giving away my position.

"Do…Do you want me to fix that for you?" I managed to say.

Foxy did not respond, he did not move at all.

I looked at my tool kit, opening it to find a few extra metal parts.

"Foxy I can fix it for you if you'd like. I have enough supplies." I said, shifting through my stuff.

I looked back at him, he had moved again, this time he was sitting with his legs crossed, his hook extended and he was leaning forward towards me.

I smiled, he didn't like to be watched, I guess. I smiled, setting to work once again. I examined his hook, getting my sundering gun, melting some spare metal to patch his hook.

"There you are, Foxy." I smiled, setting my tools back into my kit.

I turned back to him again, he was moving, not paying attention to me, but staring at his hook. He looked at me finally, noticing I was watching him. He froze in place once again.

"You always were my favorite, Foxy." I smiled at him, petting his head. I saw his pupils follow my hand, and I sighed, "I don't think the bite was your fault. You glitched is all. It's their fault for not paying closer attention to you. I'll have your stage up and running by tomorrow night." I giggled.

He stood, staring at me, "Swashbuklin' Sylvy…" He said in his raspy mechanical voice.

I nodded, looking up at him, "It's been a long time, Foxy." I said.

He stared at me, his unblinking eyes fixated on my face, "Ol' Foxy missed ye. Freddy and the rest of the land lubbers have got to see ye. It'll finally snap sense into them as it did to me." He said.

I blinked, "Foxy, you can talk? I mean respond intelligently that is. Aren't you programmed with things to say?" I asked.

Foxy nodded, "Aye, but ye see…it be a hard story to tell in a short period of time."

I smirked, looking at my watch, 2:15. "I'm stuck here for another four hours and fifty minutes. Talk away."

Foxy sat down across from me, crossing his legs, "That day…" He said distantly, "Ol' Foxy here on me eleventh birthday." He started.

I blinked, "What? How did you have a-"

"Arg, let me finish." He snapped his jaw in annoyance.

I shut up, curling my legs up to my chest.

He looked down at his hook, "A man approached ol Foxy. At the time, Freddy also had a special birthday suit that be gold with a blue hat. He approached me, tellin' me to come with him and that he had a special present for me in the birthday room. I was so excited that I followed him right away…" He trailed off.

I scooted closer to him, my hand resting on his arm.

"He…He grabbed me, the lubber grabbed me. I tried to scream but by the time I could, it be too late. He stuffed me old body into one of me suits. I was killed in this place…I don't remember me old name, me old life, I remember being killed. Aye, I took over the data base of Foxy. Tis all I know, lass."

I could not even believe it…the Pirate Cove Foxy, the robot that made me laugh and smile, is actually the spirit of a child who only knows how to be Foxy.

I shook my head, "Foxy…but then…why do the other ones seem so…mean? They grabbed me and were just acting like they were going to kill me." I asked.

Foxy nodded, peeking out of the curtains, "Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica are all victims as well. They are hardwired differently. They, as well as myself, see humans as humans. Staff who be here afterhours often are mistaken as metal endoskeletons. Even if they are not recognized as that, we easily lose control and try to kill out of spite of the man who killed us." He explained.

I nodded, "But, you did not kill me…"

Foxy chuckled, "I remember ye. You always were my favorite audience member. The day before I…I bit that girl…you were here. You said 'You always were my favorite, Foxy.' I wanted to tell ye right there."

I smiled, "Is it possible the others remember me?" I asked. I had to be here every night this week to fix them, I couldn't stand to think what would happen if I wasn't careful. "I'm scheduled to be here all week, Foxy! I don't want the constant battle with the other three every time I come here."

Foxy moved his jaw in an attempt to smile, standing up, "Come here earlier than you did this time. We be alive at the stroke of midnight. If the others be a problem, I'll come arunnin'!" He chuckled.

I looked up at him, a sad smile on my face.

Foxy tilted his head, "What be wrong, lassy?" he asked.

I sighed, "I just realized…you're a great friend, Foxy. I am only working here this week." I said sadly.

Foxy laughed quietly, "Yahar, I know. But who knows! Maybe you'll come back again! Fer now, you just do what ye gotta do. Who knows, maybe Freddy and the other lubbers will remember ye Foxy will protect ye until then."

I smiled, leaning my head against the back of his little enclosure. I just had to wait it out a few more hours until the manager came and got me. I closed my eyes, my body relaxing. I heard Foxy kneel down, his good arm around me. I leaned into his fuzzy but slightly hard shoulder, just resting.

"Lass?" He said suddenly.

I opened one eye, "Yeah? What is it?"

He sighed, "I'm okay now. But is ya ever see ol Foxy have eyes that be black with glowin' yellow pupils…run. Go into the night watch's room and close both doors. That means I be out of control." He said.

I nodded, biting my lip nervously, closing my eyes again.

I must have fallen asleep in Pirate's Cove, but I woke up with Foxy nudging me. He was frozen in place by the time I stood up.

"Miss?" I heard from outside the curtains. That was the voice of the manager.

"I'm in here! I-I finished Foxy. Wanna see?" I smiled, looking over at Foxy.