Foxy grinned, lucky that Freddy had his glowing eyes already fixated on the room, and he wouldn't need to ask for help. The smile was short lived, however, as he met what Freddy was staring at.

Foxy creaked down to his metallic knees in shock, wondering what could have happened. He knew it was only a matter of time, of course, he had known that from the beginning, no one ever lasted long here. He turned to Freddy and Chica, who were staring at him, wondering what he would do next.

"Did ye do this, or was it that Bonnie lad?" Foxy asked calmly, trying not to anger his only light source.

"What? I just got here, and you're the one that drained all the power with your incessant banging, even if he was alive I would've killed him. You know how I feel about turning the lights off." Freddy seethed, the last sentence turning out more like a whine than he had intended.

Foxy knew it would be pointless to try to reason with him now, but he had to try, he couldn't wait until day to examine the body.

"I… I'm sorry." Foxy mumbled, hoping he would get across to the furious bear.

It had been a long time since the last 'sorry' Freddy had heard from Foxy. Since when do enemies say 'sorry'? Then again, Foxy wasn't really an enemy anymore than the night guard was, he was just a…hazard. He always told himself he'd been looking out for Bonnie and Chica when he told them not to visit Pirate's Cove anymore. Even as he was now, he was still a hazard, and Freddy had the suspicion that this all had something to do with his crazy theories, of which he had no intention of aiding in.

"Okay, fine, but I swear, if this has anything to do with your stories, I'm turning it all off." Of course, he didn't really mean it, he had no intention of spending any more time than he needed to in the dark.

"Thank you, Freddy." Chica, who had been silently waiting for Freddy to calm down, tip-toed over to the body to help Foxy.

"Um, Chica," Chica smiled sheepishly, hearing her name. "I haven't forgotten about you, and I haven't forgotten about Bonnie either." Freddy purred. "Why don't you go make sure he's not getting into trouble."

"Yessir!" Chica saluted, and scurried off before Freddy could change his mind about letting her off the hook, and before she could realize she was walking straight into pitch black darkness.

The night guard's body looked like it normally would on the job, light blue uniform, cap, and clip-on name tag with "Mike Schmidt" scrawled across it. The only thing really out of the ordinary was the blood and look of fear on "Mike's" face. Foxy gathered Mike in his arms and heaved him over onto his stomach, revealing an open wound on his back from which the blood had flowed.

"You don't know how close to morning it is, we need to get this one a suit." The implications if a body was found instead of 'missing' were far too great to risk, especially just so Foxy could prod it for no reason.

"Aye, Freddy?" Foxy looked up from the corpse. "Does this lad look familiar to you?"

"Of course, most of the night guards visited us as kids, that's why they got the job in the first place." Freddy explained. It was kind of a depressing thought, how such cute children could grow up into night guards of all things.

Foxy shot Freddy a 'Not What I Meant' look, and continued his investigation.

Freddy was getting more and more anxious with each passing minute, it was getting fairly light out, any second he would see the sun stream in though the windows, followed by the sound of the manager clicking the keys into the door and turning, plus that obnoxious…

Alarm clock!

Freddy remembered the company alarm clock in the security office, set to the sounds of children applauding. If he could get his paws on that, he would at least have some indication of when it was time to shoo Foxy out of there and make a mad dash for the supply closet. Freddy surveyed the filthy desktop, and began digging as fast as he could

"No...no...no." He mumbled as he tossed away stacks of paperwork and crayon drawings. "Seriously, a cupcake?" he opened one of the drawers under the table, and grasped a hard, rectangular object, success! Or it was, before he saw the glowing numerals spelling out "5:50am"

"Foxy!" Freddy groaned, grabbing his barely covered shoulder firmly and shaking. A little bit of the remaining fabric tore off, causing Foxy to glare at him. Foxy's brief pause was just enough time for Freddy to shove the clock in his face.

Foxy looked anxiously at the body, hoping he found everything there was to find, which wasn't very much. He was absolutely sure the guard was long dead, but something didn't seem right. Why were the doors closed? And why wouldn't the killer put his victim in a suit instead of leaving him to rot on the ground? The biggest question Foxy had in his mind was why his face gave him such a strong feeling of déjà vu. Though, he already had his suspicions about that one.

Freddy forced Foxy to carry the body while he lead the way, they made it to the back room in good time, mostly because they both frantically forced the body in, no time to be neat. Of course, they had all done this before, so it wasn't that hard. Foxy winced as the body was mutilated by the multitude of cross wires in the suit, hoping he would be able to remember that face, because that was the last time he was going to be able to see it.

A joyful sound rang out, children cheering. A sound that struck fear into the circuits of both animatronics, because it meant two equally bad things.

Management was about to come waltzing in for their daily check up.

And Freddy had brought the clock with him, concrete evidence that he had been acting outside his programming, that is, if management noticed it's disappearance.

It wasn't that far a walk from storage to the stage or the cove, but their was just a little bit more prepping to be done to the body before it was ready to be hidden.

"G-goOoo on, M-matey." Foxy whispered, or at least tried, his whisper had been destroyed a long time ago, even his lowest volume setting was beginning to sound a little wonky. Foxy knew if he left Freddy to tend to the body, he wouldn't be able to make it back, he was the fastest out of all of them, and there wasn't much else to do but find a good spot to place the suit.

"I'll do it, it's fine." Freddy tried to sound calm, but really, he was absolutely terrified. He could already see himself being discovered and suffering a fate worse than death like he had told himself over and over again for years. He honestly would rather let Foxy take the fall for it anyway, after all, it was his odd behavior that started all this in the first place. Why didn't he want to let him do it anyway? He was confusing himself, again, and it was things like that that worried him. Ever since the old place, he had sometimes worried that the voice in his head wasn't always his own.

Foxy had no time to argue with him, he had forgotten how illogical Freddy could be. He thought Freddy would at least have a chance to finish if he took off that moment. He could practically hear the sound of the door creaking open already. He simply nodded and flew out the door.

Freddy lumbered over to the suit and placed a couple endoskeletons and a broken Bonnie suit over it, he stuffed the clock inside the Bonnie suit, as well, thinking it would be too risky to bring it with him to the stage.


The manager of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza strutted down the hall, clipboard in hand, looking especially 'business-y' for no one in particular. She was preparing to check on the show stage to make sure everyone was in their proper place, partly because she didn't particularly like Freddy, in fact, she despised him. Once upon a time she was a bright-eyed night guard who was lucky to survive with her life…and a couple scars. Freddy had been the bane of her existence during her employment, no way was this scarily aggressive animatronic just malfunctioning, it was out for her blood, for sure. In fact, this one time…

A crash resounded through the hallways, cutting off her thoughts, and sounding like it was coming from the direction of Pirate Cove. The manager immediately shifted into her fighting stance, bracing her body like her instructor had told her many nights ago. In hindsight, she realized, karate wasn't going to do much against manic robots.

…and that's why she took up Tae Kwon Do, instead, obviously.

She chased the sound down the corridors to Pirate's Cove, completely forgetting about her supposed revenge on a long time foe, and running with the swift of a Foxy, and the cunning of a…Chica? No. She made a mental note to fix that simile later.

She stepped silently into the Cove, arms stiff and poised in case he jumped out at her. She approached the curtain, and with one swoop, tore away the drapes hiding the mischievous fox.

"Oh, phew." She exhaled as she spotted Foxy in his rightful place. According to their programming, they were supposed to return to their starting places at six for check up.

As soon as the titular manager left, Foxy, too, sighed with relief, hoping Freddy had made it back by now.