Sunday – 12:16 A.M. – Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
A shuffling noise was heard behind the animatronic bear. Freddy turned, only to see Bonnie walking up on him. He gave a dismissive wave of his hand, before turning back to the table he was seated at, putting his head on his hands, a less-than-subtle gesture of either boredom or depression.
"What's wrong, Freddy?"
This caused a noticeable shudder from Freddy, who was hiding a small blush, ans wasn't used to people actually using his first name. He was more used to the title 'Boss' or 'Mr. Fazbear.' Still, though, he kept his head down, a single thought trailing through his mind like the muddy shoes of a messy child. Slow and hellish to mop up, that is.
"You know you can't mope all day. We have an entire week off, starting every day after eight P.M!"
Still the bear refused to relent, instead relying on the desk.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, undoubtedly that of Bonnie. Freddy's eyes slowly trailed up the lavender lagomorph (Yes, I'm smart…) to hers, though the bear's brows were furrowed. "Please, Bonnie. I wish to be left alone."
Of course, Bonnie persisted. "C'mon, boss. You can't be this sad. It's not like the night-guard meant something to you."
"No, it's not."
"Then what's gotten you so somber?"
The bear let out a forlorn sigh, then raised his head. "Nothing. I was just… contemplating."
"Then come on! We still gotta wake Foxy up."
12:20 A.M.
Freddy shuffled forward, reaching Pirate's Cove slowly, Bonnie and Chica chatting behind him. He couldn't be bothered to listen in on them, as he wanted to get this over with. He slowly walked into the cove, looking at the slumped head of Foxy. He reached one of his hands to the fox animatronic's neck and flicked a switch. He knew he was successful when the whir of servos activating resounded, and a creaky, metallic voice spoke "Yo ho ho. Who be daring to mess with Foxy?"
Freddy rolled his eyes, moving his hand away from Foxy's neck. "It's only us, Foxy. We have the week off, so… no night-guard."
"Ye be pulling me leg, cap'n."
"No, I'm afraid not."
Foxy contemplated this for a second, before he sprouted out a toothy grin. "So, ye be tellin' me we have the pizzeria to ourselves fer the next few days?"
Freddy just put his hand to his head, and sighed. "Yes, Foxy."
Foxy just grinned, and walked off. "If ye be needing me, ye'll find me in the office."
2:32 A.M. – Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
Freddy had spent most of the last hour in the backroom, moping around – much to the dismay of Bonnie and Chica. The other two had chatted and done a few games in the party room, occasionally taking turns to cheer up Freddy. You can guess how well that worked.
Loud noises were coming from the office, no doubt Foxy trashing the place, which meant nobody entered there, as Foxy got aggressive when he was attacking something. Like a shark.
Bonnie stepped into the backstage room, knocking on the door. For some reason, she felt more nervous than earlier. Still, she put up a façade of childish glee, like her friend Chica. "Hey boss."
"Bonnie." Freddy replied, as down as ever.
"Are you sure nothing's getting you down?" She asked, moving over to sit on the table.
"Yes, Bonnie, I'm fine. Just thinking about… Err… Finances."
"It's our week off, Freddy! Stop being so uptight."
Freddy sighed once more, leaning back. "Sorry, but I think that I'm the boss here."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I just – We just think you're getting everyone down with your attitude."
Freddy looked straight at the rabbit, an eyebrow raised. "And what am I supposed to do about it?"
Bonnie chuckled in response, hopping off the table. "Have some fun. Loosen up a bit."
Freddy once again leaned back, closing his eyes and tilting his hat down. "I'll think about that." He muttered, still in a somber mood. The bear let this all pass by shutting off, which he normally never did during the early hours.
2:50 A.M. – Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
"You think he's cute."
"I don't!"
"You totally do."
They went on like that for the next ten minutes, Chica saying Bonnie thought Freddy was cute and Bonnie graciously denying that fact. The nose emanating from the office was slowing down, and the ladies were going to investigate.
While they were walking down the West Hallway, the pair accidentally ran into Foxy, with his pirate grin and hook. "Ye pretties be lost?" He chortled, fingering the tip of his hook. If anyone could be any more of a pirate than him, they would have to have a flint-lock, peg-leg and galleon to boot. Anyway, enough of my lonely rambling.
Bonnie let out a nervous chuckle. "Uh… no."
Chica didn't speak; she was actually too nervous to let out any noise at all.
"Oh, that be good. So, where be the boss?"
"He's sleeping. Probably trying to get rid of his bad mood."
Foxy nodded, letting the hook be. "I see… Now, what'll we be doin' tonight?"
Beside Bonnie, Chica was rubbing the back of her head nervously. "Well, w-we were just… Just ch-chatting."
"Oh, what be getting ye so nervous?" Foxy chuckled, leaning in towards the chicken. "With yer expression, it got me thinkin' ye saw a ghost."
His hook was on Chica's cheek, just pressing hard enough to slightly hurt, but not enough to draw blood/oil. The yellow animatronic tried not to panic, keeping her voice relatively stutterless. Relatively. Well… she tried to, at least. Not saying she succeeded. "N-n-nothing, Fo- Foxy."
Bonnie looked in between the two. The chicken wasn't blushing, so it was obvious there wasn't any crushing going on. Was it just the malicious air of the pirate fox that had gotten her so nervous? She would have to ask. "Well, Foxy, we had better get going. Got some stuff to talk about."
She pulled Chica away quickly, causing the hook to slightly pierce the poor little chicken's skin, but the one being dragged kept herself from shrieking.
When they were far enough away, Bonnie put her to the wall, an incredulous look on her face, and asked "What the hell was that?!"
"It's just Foxy is so… Well… He always acts as if he's going to kill us, y'know?"
It was almost painful to see her cheerful friend reduced to such a nervous wreck. This didn't stop Bonnie from sighing, looking back at Chica with an almost disappointed look on her face. "Get your act together. Please. You're just giving him power he shouldn't have."
Chica had a miserable look on her face, but left Bonnie alone in the room, walking away.
4:49 A.M. – Elsewhere
A mechanical whirring was heard, along with the sound of metal being pieced together, metal being welded, screws being inserted. Something was being built in an old, abandoned factory, by a man with a mask, but no designated name. No name known to any other man, at least. Then the sound of a phone ringing. Construction stopped, as the man plucked a cellphone from his pocket, bringing it to his ear.
"H-Hello? Hello, hello?"
Told you it would be up later, hehe. So, hoped you like it. Next chapter will be up tomorrow, just so you know. Have a good day!
-LonlyEverman
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