After the shift was over, BB caught up with Foxy.
"Hi, Foxy." Said BB, giving him his best innocent little boy look.
"Oh, hello, lad." Foxy answered.
"I didn't see you last night, Foxy. Or should I say Fritz?"
"What?"
"Tsk! It's so obvious! You're Fritz! I don't know how you're doing it, or why, but you are Fritz!"
"Lad, slow down a bit. What do ye mean, I'm Fritz? Be ye talking about the new guard?"
"Don't play dumb with me. How are you doing it?"
"I'm not doing anything."
"Then how come you were nowhere to be found tonight?"
"A lad named Fritz Smith hacked my system and shut me down."
"Oh, really?" BB wasn't buying it.
"And why on earth would I be posin' as a nightguard?"
"That's what I want to know." BB paced back and forth. Then his eyes lit up with inspiration.
"The bite of '87!"
Foxy stopped in his tracks. "What?"
BB grinned. "I've got it! You're still feeling guilty about the Bite Of
87, and you want to apologize, but you can't 'cause Mike hates you now-"
"Lad, stop! He doesn't...hate me…"
"So, you're posing as a nightguard to be with him without him well, hating you. Am I right, Fritz?"
"Get out. Now."
"But-"
"Who told you about the Bite Of '87!"
"You and the others did- whoa!"
Foxy picked up the little animatronic and set set him outside the parts and service room. "BB, I want to be alone. Go."
"Fine. But I know your secret, Fritz…."
"Enough with Fritz already!" With that Foxy slammed the door shut.
"Fine, Fine…"
BB knew he needed more proof, but what to do now? The others had been hesitant to share with him about the Bite of '87, and he'd definitely touched a nerve with Foxy. Well, there was one thing he could do…
