She stands there at the door, looking at me with her golden eyes piercing the darkness outside the room as she studied my body slowly from head to toe. My heart kept thumping in my chest as nervousness came over me, mostly fear… But the world stopped around me for a while as I looked at her back. Even if I can call that thing a her. She was just a animatronic vixen, nothing more, nothing less… Maybe with a few screws loose as the note that I so quickly perused before this indecent but whatever I was thinking before was just tossed aside for this event as a potential threat stood maybe a few feet beside me. She slowly walked into the light and I could see her body in great detail.

Her body was slightly upgraded when I last saw her, a bit of a slender but slightly sexual appearance. Maybe to distract the kids and arouse some of the fathers in the room. During the analysis of her appearance I had noticed a few more things. She had a bit of a bust to her chest, last time I had seen her she was nearly flat; unless you call two domes breasts then yes, she had breasts. But these ones were huge. Maybe the bust of a fully developed female huge, but these were an upgrade to her previous family friendly body. Then her lower extremities didn't show to me, but I imagined that if you moved some of that fake fur that was over her metallic skeleton you would see her genitals… But I didn't really think about that due to my certain demise that I thought was incoming until a voice spoke up to me.

Her metallic muzzle started to move along with speech that was coming from presumably a voice box in her throat. Her face was also upgraded with a more feminine appearance, her eyes were also soft with a bit of emotion in them. They were… Calm, her eyelids blinked from time to time as I heard gears quietly move in her head move her fake eyelids quickly to show that she was blinking.

A soft, feminine voice rings out from her maw "So, ye are ta new night-guard?" She asks in her famous Pirate accent. It kinda of scared me more that she knew how to say that, I thought these things were programed to say certain phrases and do certain things. But how did she just run down here? More questions flooded my mind as she awaited my response.

But I soon got the courage to speak up to her, with a little hesitation I reply to her question "Y-Yes, are you going to kill me?" I quickly regret asking that, that could be my last words and I say that? Looking back at that I could have said something better.

She soon steps further inside the room with her eyes keeping that calm look to her face, her feet clang on the floor slowly as she got slightly closer to me. "No… Not now." Her Pirate tone came back as she re-assured that she wasn't going to kill me. My heart soon slowed down, but it kept its quick beat as the 'Not now' meant that she was going to kill me later… Now I knew I was dead.

"T-Then what?" I ask, this time my voice was a bit confident. But deep down inside I wanted to cower and beg for my life.

"I'm here to study you, like how you study me and my crew-mates." She replies to me, keeping her calm stare, like she was giving me a sign to maybe ease up on my tensions. But for a man who thinks his death was to come soon, my tensions are high.

My mind raced with all the possibilities of my future as she came closer to me, her movement was so fluid like, it was almost human. Like somebody was inside the suit controlling her from the inside. It was confusing to me, even though the technology was being revolutionized I didn't know that they made them that realistic.

She would speak up again, after I realized that she stopped nearly in-front of my seat merely a foot away from my chair. It was too late to try to keep her from invading the room which I seek refuge from these animatronics. I slowly stood up to look at her directly in the eyes, since we were nearly the same height. Her golden eyes met with mine and it was apparent that she meant no harm, or else she would have taken action against me. But still, my heart still raced and plans soon came to light in my imagination.

One plan that I had was to just run out from the room, hoping to god or whoever was up there that this Vixen wasn't faster than me. I hoped that if I could reach the car I would just get in, get the key into the ignition and then speed out of there in thirty seconds flat. But in my haste I had forgotten how dark it was out there and the other animatronics that sought out my demise. I would have tripped on something and one of these machines would have had their way with me, and no, not in that sexual way you damn teens fantasize about in these dam fanfictions.

I could go on and on about my plans for escape, but just looking in her eyes would put me at ease and throw my guard down to the deepest pit instead of lowering it slowly… Sometimes I should work on simmering down instead of completely changing attitudes about the situations I get trusted into, but she was different, just by looking at her I confirmed she wasn't here to harm me.. But for something else, but for what? My money? No… She lives in this small building cursed to live her indefinite life here until she is discarded for scrap, or her AI is wiped and replaced for something else.

She spoke up again "So… What's ta deal with ya humans? Bein' all silent and all." But her voice wasn't a threatening tone, like a normal friendly tone. Like she was inviting me to a conversation.

I decided to reply to her question, maybe she just wanted somebody to talk to. Don't we all need friends sometimes? Even murderous machines like her with a possibility of a complex AI deep in her hard drive that is capable of learning and interacting with humans, maybe with other machines.

"Well… From the note down there kinda made you and the others out to be murderous animatronics out to kill security guards." I reply after clearing my throat a little, if I didn't I my voice would have squeaked out in fear. "Even though that must be a lie right?" I ask, maybe to see if the others were friendly with me.

She lets out the cutest giggle I had ever heard in my life, but that somewhat scared me at that moment. Maybe she was laughing at the slight nervousness that I had, or maybe that question that was asked to her… For whatever reason or another, my guard slowly picked itself back up again.

"We don't kill ye nightguards." She continues with her peppy, pirate accent after stopping her giggle. Lifting her left hand which had a metallic hook, sliding it under my chin sweetly. It was cold to the touch and it felt like any moment she could just lower down to my neck, and with one swipe open a gash in my neck which would have surely killed me.

"Your own faults in your brittle skeletons that kill you, and this thing you call flesh. Plus that red oil that flows in you, apparently you need that to survive. Did I mention that it make such a mess. That's what kills you, we only just help to guide you into the suits." She would say before gently lifting away the hook and she quickly looked at it before putting it to her side, now I know that she has a weapon she could easily use on me.

"Well don't you just try something else?" I asked her, with a questioning tone. "I mean, maybe just let them go or something?" My nervousness would slowly creep back up my back starting from the lower half of my back and slowly trickle up like water that defied the laws of gravity to even reach this point, like a reverse waterfall.

She laughed again, this time with a bit more depth in her laugh… It was to turn hardy before she simmered down. She definitely took what I said as a joke.

"Oh no… You night guards, after we find out you just go limp and break, are just entertainment to our boring lives now." She replies, looking me over from top to bottom. Like she was inspecting me for some reason. Her eyes would meet mine again and pulse a small glow for a few seconds before doing that cute giggle again. My hands started to slightly tremble at this fact, that I would be just entertainment to these beings just gets me even more pent up to just bolt outta here.

"But sit down, I just want a chat… It's been lonely in me cove lately, The others have gotten boring and dull and I sometimes like to chat with you.. Flesh-bags."

Flesh-bags? It was like they were learning with every kill, but somehow they never seemed to be successful with stuffing the unfortunate souls into these suits. I am just amazed how I am still alive, how I didn't just dart out of here and rushed to my car. But as I stare at her I soon come to realize that they use us as toys to cure their boredom. After one guard disappears, another soon takes his or her place to be eventually slaughtered unwillingly. Now the question that arose from the deepest parts of my mind: How many people have they killed before I started to work here?

The Vixen would keep looking at me like she was expecting a response, she was trying to coax it out from me as she stared with her lifeless eyes that seemed to be alive with the dim back-light behind those eyes were they circular or flat? Did she even blink during our conversation? Her eyes intrigued me slightly, everything about her seemed lifelike but her eyes.

"Why do ye lads do that? Staying quiet… Do ye know how to treat a lass?" She asked, finally breaking the long silence between us.

"Sorry Foxy..."

"Captain Foxy to you, only my close friends can call me by my name."

Well she didn't take me as a friend, but she clearly didn't take me as a threat at the moment or did she take me as the past flesh-bagsthat her and her friends would hunt down for their entertainment. If I was to stay alive, I should befriend Foxy… Maybe she could keep me safe from the others. Yeh, that seemed like a good plan. Maybe she could make my job a bit easier plus maybe it gives me somebody to talk to while I work here.

"Well Captain." I started with a smile, trying to sound confident "Why don't you stay a while, I think I got enough room for the both of us." I didn't know what I was doing at the time, maybe it was some act to try to get her to stay.

She just chuckled and backed away from me a bit, maybe now an arms length away from me now. Well that got her to back off, which is good. But suddenly she would turn around and walk to the desk infront of me and turn towards me, hop up ontop of it, and sit her behind right on the desk lightly and cross her legs. She stares at me with interest in her posture and emotion that she beamed from her face.

"I shall sit here, if you mind." She replied to my offer after she clearly accepted it.

"I don't mind Captain, you were actually my favorite when I was a child and it's weird after being told you were a machine and you are just putting up a show for dumb children by my father. Now I am here talking to you years later." I say before I chuckle aswell, but she then would glare at me.

"Who told ye that?" She asks with a concerned look. It was weird how she was able to process what I said and get… Offended?!

"My father." I reply to her question, seeing where this would go. I add on to my reply, "He explained to me years later that coming here was to consuming to his wallet… He was right, money was tight then as I can remember. The pizza here is expensive, but tastes cheap."

"Well yeh, most of you things say that the pizza is shit." She said in a slightly heightened tone, like the offense was setting in to whatever mind she had, "But I am not a machine… I am a Pirate!" She yelled boldly at me and leaned in a bit with a smile, she soon let out her famous Arrrrr to hammer in the fact that she was indeed a 'Pirate'.

"Well how you are a Pirate, I am a human." I reply to her boldness. "Not a flesh-bag."

She soon cocked her head in confusion. "What's a human?" She asked me.

"What I am, what the small children who watched your shows. Humans." I pointed to myself and said in a slow tone, like I was talking to an alien to the first time "See, human." Then I pointed to her "You Pirate..." Then back to myself, "Me human."

She seemed to enjoy this explanation and showed this by a little giggle as she watch me explain something so simple like our roles in society, or just the species of our very being. I was trying to ease her out of this offended attitude and cheer her up slightly.. I didn't want to end this night on a bad note.

"You're funny lad, so what do you humans do? Do you sit on stage and entertain the masses like we do?" She asked with a smile after she calmed down from her giggle, she would now look at me and awaited a response.

"Well..." I started to explain, "Not all of us are made like you. Only a select few of us can entertain masses. Some of us have other tasks, like saving other humans from accidents, defending humans from bad humans or saving humans from disaster and more, i'd be here all night explaining the many different things we do." I tried to explain it as best as possible for her to understand. I was wondering what she would reply, what she would ask, would she give me a different reaction than offended or humored.

She showed me a different reaction now, one more of a confused reaction… Not really different. But she returned her head upright and raised one of the fluffy eyebrows as she formulated a question. I felt like she wanted to ask as many questions possible to the human, who was me. It seems that she accepted the new term for the night-guards as humans, not flesh-bags.

"Well if you could be doing these things, why are you sitting here watching us? I bet those are better jobs than sitting here for six hours a night and risking death." She asked me, I kinda expected this question from her. She asks this with maybe intent to see if I was a depressed human or something on the lines, or maybe for something cheesy, I wouldn't know but like how she wouldn't know my response to the question, I wouldn't know the intent of her asking me.

"Too be honest with you Captain, I just wanted to be part of your crew one last time." I reply with a soft smile across my face, I didn't know what I did at that moment… But by god it sounded really fucking cheesy. It was so cheesy I had to look away with an embarrassed look on my face. But after a few moments I would look back and she was gone from her desk soon to be quickly pulling my arm to make me follow.

"Come on, let me make you part of me crew!" She said as she tried to pull me along with her lightly.

I might have made the biggest mistake of my life as she dragged me along outside the protection of my office with the two blast doors to keep these murderous things away from my room.

Well nearly after a year of waiting, chapter two is finally out… I feel so bad that this gem had to wait as long as it did. But I was busy with life and other things. Plus to my longtime readers, I am not gone, I am trying to get my mojo back to continue my stories.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I hope to see you all soon!