Well, here we are at Ch 2, weekend success!

Foxy: aye lads, Zero's been pushin himself ta git this story goin...though ta be honest, it looks a bit...ragged

Ragged, what's that suppos-oh...yeah, it does seem rather rushed, doesn't it? *sighs* I tried, really!

Foxy: aye, I know ye did and so do your readers, but nonetheless...Disclaimer: FNAF is copywrite Scott Cawthon, the matey Silvex be copywrite SilverwolfandMagentakitty here on this newfangled interwebs thing

Really Foxy? Never saw the internet? You should totally look up rule 35 *grins*

Foxy: aye? Well if ye say so matey...I bet it leads ta buried trea-SWEET MERCIFUL NEPTUNE! WHAT DO I BE DOIN TA FREDDY?!

*grins and laughs* aint I a stinker?


"Something in our nature cries out to be loved by another. Isolation is devastating to the human psyche. That is why solitary confinement is considered the cruelest of punishments."

-Gary Chapman

-Time skip: 10 years later...1997, Pirate's Cove-

"Yo-ho...yo-ho...a pirate's life fer me...ye know lads and lasses…ol Foxy, he...well he be a fierce pirate, aye. A brave one too, yet he not be the sharpest cutlass out there, why he be in the brig? Oh Foxy has no idea, Foxy never did anythin wrong, sure I be a pirate, but I be a good pirate, aye?"

The fox blinked and perked his ears as he paused in his scraping of the wall he sat in front of. A decade had passed since the bite and the punishment for Foxy was having his show shut down for good. Naturally Foxy tried to fight it, but Frederick Fazworth had enlisted some engineers and security to keep the attraction locked up. So, as time wore on...Pirate's cove took the worst that time had to offer, the colorful stage had layers of dust as well as peeling paint.

Several props lay unused and worn, but the worst was Foxy himself. The animatronic vulpine had tears all over his suit, a gaping hole in his chest, and nothing to cover his robotic legs. His one eye even burnt out, leaving the fox blind on the left side, but the worst was his psyche. The years of forced isolation had damaged the robot pirate's logic circuits, rendering the animatronic clinically insane.

The guards and engineers would hear him yelling and singing and often ranting to nothing, to which they would step back away from pirate's cove and do their best to keep the kids away as well as there was no telling what Foxy would do if someone entered the cove.

"What ye mean foxy hurt someone?! Ye lubbers don't know ol Foxy...he w-w-w-say, how about a song?! A sea shanty fer me favorite crew!"

And so the fox broke out into a tattered song that barely resembled any shanty the fox had sung before, the two guards outside of the attraction both sighed to themselves and shook their heads.

"He's at it again, Wade...why doesn't the boss just scrap him already? He's clearly broken and no one wants to fix him, he's dangerous."

The second guard sighed and shrugged before turning to address his partner, "because Mark...Mr. Fazworth said it'd be too costly to scrap him...he'd have to shut the building down, hire a scrapping team, give everyone paid vacations...wait, why DIDN'T he scrap the thing?!"

The two guards sighed as Foxy continued singing his off key songs, neither of them liking the job they were given, but both knowing that if someone got too close to pirate's cove...the outcome could be disastrous.

"Well Wade, at least the rest of the bots are fine...CREEPY AS HELL, but fine."

"Oh you just say that because you're afraid of them, my only problem is that bunny...he's too happy, he's planning something, I know it and when he tries something, I'll be ready for him!"

At that moment a waitress stopped near the two guards and sighed while adjusting the pizza she was carrying, "you two need to stop with the conspiracy theories, Mr. Fazworth pays you two to keep an eye on you know who in you know what...every day I hear you two from the kitchen yammering on about how the bunny is going to murder us or Freddy is evil or...god you two, grow up and do your jobs like everyone else, okay?"

The two guards sighed and lowered their heads as the waitress walked off, both of them turning their gazes back to Pirate's cove as Foxy continued his off-key singing.

"Mark?"

"Yeah Wade?"

"We should have gone to working at the other pizza place...Candy's or something like that..."

"Yeah..."

-Main stage: 4:45pm-

"Okay gang...now before we head backstage, we want to remind everyone tha-"

Freddy paused as he looked over to Bonnie whom was busy trying to balance a spoon on his nose, one of the many kids showing him the trick and the lavender bunny was all too eager to learn if he could it as well. Chica had to hold her wings to her beak to keep from giggling at the young bunny's determination to get the spoon to stick to his nose, Freddy however could only just face palm as the audience laughed and giggled at Bonnie's efforts.

"Bonnie, ah'm tryin ta do the closin here…think you can practice that another time? When we're not on a deadline?"

"Oh sure Freddy, just a moment...almost got it, cmon you piece of silverware. Work with your buddy Bonnie!"

Freddy sighed in exasperation while the kids laughed some more, Chica smiling softly to Freddy before looking over at Bonnie and clearing her throat some, "Bonnie, hun...could you maybe do that later? Freddy needs to finish up and we need to get backstage so the kids can enjoy the rest of their day. Okay?"

Bonnie lowered his ears and looked down some before sighing and pouting, earning a few awws from the audience. Freddy smiled softly to the lavender bunny before turning back to the audience, "you can show me that later Bonnie, promise...but first, remember everyone...be safe, be smart, and have yourself a Fredtastic day!"

"BYE EVERYBODY! SEE YA ALL REAL SOON!"

"Remember, eat healthy meals before candy and always listen to your parents, have fun now."

With the closing finished the three robotic animals relaxed when the curtain dropped on their show. Bonnie immediately went back to trying to balance the spoon on his nose while Freddy stretched, his servos stiff from standing in the same spot for the past several hours. Chica had already turned to a lil more clean spot of the stage, the motherly hen had prided herself on a few things that she loved to help the children with. Cleanliness, safety, manners, and compassion...it warmed her circuits when the kids would ask her for help with something, even if it was something minor like a paper cut, "goodness, it was quite a busy day, wasn't it? And we're not yet close to closing time...oh, if only Fo-"

"Ah don't want ta hear that name Chica! It's his fault this happened...ah don't want ta blame him fer anythin, but...he caused this. He bit that child 10 years ago...now we need security and a night guard and we have to handle more children...Ah'm old Chica, you know that ah can't keep this up."

Chica sighed and nodded, the results of the bite were devastating to the pizzeria. Foxy was demanded to be dismantled or shut away while people clamored for added security to be added. But, that wasn't the worst, with one animatronic shut down...the others had to pick up the slack. Bonnie had no problem with it, but Freddy and Chica could only handle so many kids at a time. Their systems weren't as new as Bonnie's was and as days went on, they became more and more worn down. Eventually, a new engineer had to be hired, and while he was great with the animatronics...it just never seemed to make things easier on Freddy.

"Cmon Freddy, cheer up, at least we didn't close! And we're getting a night guard, THIS WILL BE SO COOL!"

The bear stared some at the bunny before chuckling and nodding, "ah suppose, though really Bonnie, you should use yer inside voice, okay?"

"Inside voice, what's that? Is it something cool? Can I eat it?! Ooh ooooh, I bet it its magic!"

Chica giggled again while watching the bear and bunny converse, to her the pizzeria and the others weren't just a building and band mates. The pizzeria was a home and they were a family. If only we could fix our long lost brother...Foxy, what happened 10 years ago? Why did you cause that horrible incident?

-meanwhile, outside the pizzeria: 5 pm-

"Stop, STOOOOOP!, I aint gonna do it! I swear to god, if you don't let go of me, I'm gonna-"

"Mike! Cmon, you need a job and Freddy's is the only place that's hiring! I already work there, cmon, what's that worst that can happen?"

Two teens stood on a sidewalk, well one was trying to drag the other while the other was fighting tooth and claw to get free. The first teen having brown hair and loose jacket and shirt on while the other was blonde with a sky blue engineer shirt on and matching pants, "Mike, stop being such a baby about it! There's nothing bad at my workplace! Geez, I knew you had automatonophobia, but this is ridiculous!"

"They're gonna eat me! I just know it, you know about the 87 incident! A kid had his head ripped off!"

The brown haired teen stared at the blonde whom had his hand over the other's mouth, the blonde sighing before glaring at the other, "okay, I get it, you're scared of animatronics, but the kid only lost his frontal lobe, nothing else...and you have no other options Mike, your loans are way past due, you have no money at the moment, and I can't cover for you...the night guard position is easy and I'll be there with you...just six hours for 5 nights a week...easy money, and the animatronics are FRIENDLY, believe me. I work on them on a daily basis...Bonnie is a lil excitable, but he's a sweety and Freddy and Chica are generally very kind. You'll like them, trust me."

Mike stared at his friend before sighing in defeat and nodding, the blonde removing his hand, "I dunno Silvex...y-y-you sure they're friendly? You know those kind of things scare the hell out of me, right?"

Silvex sighed and shook his head while gently placing his hands on Mike's shoulders, giving his friend a bright smile as he did, "Mikey, the worst that can happen is getting one of Bonnie's hugs…you will be FINE, okay? Trust me."

Mike Schmidt sighed and rubbed his head before nodding and glancing up at the sign that hung above the pizzeria, "o-okay, I'll do it...BUT YOU DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE, okay?"

Silvex chuckled and started pushing Mike in through the front doors of the pizzeria, ignoring a few strange looks from the customers as he more or less dragged Mike towards the manager's office. The blonde haired boy knocking lightly before entering, "Mr. Fazworth, a moment of your time?"

The older man stopped in his work and smiled brightly to Silvex, truthfully, the manager could not have found a better engineer in the blonde teen. Worked late, arrived early, was friendly with mostly everyone, and the animatronics loved him, "of course my boy, what can I do for you?"

Silvex grinned and gestured to the spot behind him, "my friend Mike wants to be the night guard, he's capable of working 5 to 6 nights a week, sound good?"

"Silvex, there's no one there..."

Silvex blinked and turned before sighing as Mike had managed to sneak off while Silvex was busy talking to the manager,"crap, hold on Mr. Fazworth...let me go grab him again." Dangit Mike, I'm trying to help you here!

-Supply closet: current time-

Mike Schmidt huddled into the farthest corner of the closet, he was ready and prepared, those mechanical monsters were never going to get him in here, that was certain. But, he also felt bad for leaving Silvex to a terrible fate, what if the animatronics were eating his friend alive? Or shoving him into a suit? Or making him dance the macarana?! Mike paced a bit from within the closet, he didn't want to abandon his friend, but the animatronics scared the living hell out of the teen.

"There's only one thing to do...hide here and hope no one finds me!"

Mike plopped his rear on the floor and huddled as far back in the closet as he could, knowing no ONE would ever find him here...unless that someone was Silvex. Mike sighed as the door opened and there was his friend shaking his head at him, Mike waving shyly before getting to his feet, "uh...hey Silvex..."

"Mike, cmon, you're 19 years old, I don't think it's necessary to hide in a closet..." Silvex pulled his friend back to his feet before starting to push Mike to the manager's office. Mike swallowing nervously before glancing over at the chained off attraction known as Pirate's cove, "um...Si-Silvex...what's that?"

Silvex paused in his pushing before frowning and shaking his head as he pushed Mike more to the manager's office, "nothing you need to worry about...cmon."

Finally arriving at the office, Silvex made sure that Mike stood in front of him, the brown haired teen was sweating as he glanced nervously towards the show stage, Mike was certain one of the animatronics was watching him, and it bothered him to no end. Frederick Fazworth meanwhile studied the teen standing with Silvex, the older man raising an eyebrow at the boy's anxiety,"Silvex...are you sure he can handle the night guard position? He looks more skittish then a porcupine in a balloon factory."

Silvex smiled while resting a hand on Mike's shoulder, reassuring the nervous teen before looking back at the manager, "of course, sure he's nervous, but he's a great watchman...being so nervous gave him a sharp eye, right Mikey?"

"Y-Y-Yeah, w-w-whatever you say S-Silvex…"

The manger stared some at the nervous boy before shaking his head, "well, I can't say I'm impressed, but Silvex, you'll be there too...so...sure, he's got the job. Twelve am to six am, 5 nights a week or 6 nights with overtime, that's your shift Mr…excuse me, I didn't catch your name."

"O-O-Oh, uh...M-Mike Schmidt s-sir"

"Well congrats Mike, you're our new night guard, hang around for a bit while I get your uniform, tazer, flashlight, and walkie-talkies." The manager smiled before heading off towards the show stage, leaving the two teens by themselves. Mike looked around a bit in boredom...nervous boredom, but boredom nonetheless and let his eyes drift to an old newspaper clipping in the back of the office. Father furious with Foxy...child maimed during playtime...Foxy: friendly pirate or dangerous animal? Who is Foxy? What were they talking about?