You bit your lip. "H-Here they come . . ." you whimpered and backed against the wall. You don't always act like that, but that had been a stressful week for you. "No." You muttered. Foxy put a finger on your mouth, smiled and screamed the high pitched scream than you've never heard. "F-F-" he shushed you once more, and shook his head. He pointed to the window, showing Chica as she walked off with a wobble and down the hall. "Foxy . . ." you murmured.
With not much else, he was gone, leaving you to your lonesome until his assistance is required furthermore. You didn't understand why you were so intrigued by that mechanical fox. Was it because he helped you stray from becoming a part of Freddy's crew? Or was it . . . something else? You shook your head at the thought. "No . . . no . . ." you murmured, placing a hand on your knee.
You grabbed your pants. You noticed quickly that the guy you know from the phone put another message on the machine, it was pretty much the same, except he was explaining the details of the night, what you should watch out for. Foxy being one of those. You check your clock as you stare at the wandering Foxy. It is close to opening, and that made you happy. "Oh thank God, I can go home soon." You grinned, and watched the parts that Freddy, Bonnie, or Chica could get in.
Nothing.
You could think that Foxy made the others think he did what he had to do and your just wandering the Pizzeria. You lie back in your chair lightly having a little bit of a smile on it, as you watch yourself, making sure none of the animatronics can see you. Foxy, was on camera 2B wandering the hallway in a stumble, his jaw broken and cracked. You remembered on your first night how the manager was recovering Foxy.
(Two days ago)
You walked over noticing your new boss recovering an animatronic. "Hey, what's going on?" you asked, peaking under the curtain that covered the animatronic fox.
Your boss slapped your hand away and he shook his head. "Don't touch that," he said sternly which elected looks of curiosity from you. "Look . . . after the bite of '87, this animatronic has been shut down since, he's too dangerous," he said grazing his hand across the curtain. "Which is too bad."
You knew nothing much about Freddy's other than its shtick being animatronic animals, and at that time, you knew nothing of the strange things that went on these upcoming days, the horrors you will face. "Fine then," you nodded and looked. "What's its name?" you looked at the manager.
He rolled his eyes at you annoyingly, were you really being annoying? All you're doing is asking a few questions that seem all too fair. "His name is Foxy, but he's going to be gone soon, most of those parents from '87 won't let their kids play here, because of the malfunction in his servos," he rolled his eyes, like it was the parents' fault that Foxy's servos went haywire.
(Now)
You were snapped back into reality as you heard something, footsteps, you rushed over to the cameras and found it was only the manager with his keys. He opened the door to the security room and smiled faintly. "You're free to go. I know you're not too keen to be here," he said gesturing to the door. "I trust nobody tried to rob the place?" he chuckled and extended his hand, wanting the keys.
You willingly gave him the keys and nodded. "I may stay a little bit longer, if you don't mind." Shockingly, he shrugged and was perfectly fine with it.
You walked by the stand where Foxy lies, he was in the small space, you watch as his jaw was broken and sparked suddenly. Instantly, the manager assured you that it happened all the time. "That happens a lot, kid," he chuckled and pat your back. "Something is wrong with that animatronic, like I said, he'll be gone soon."
You shook your head quickly. "No!" you looked at him, your cheeks turned red lightly as you realized you said that out loud. "I mean . . ." you looked down, and chuckled. "Can't you just put it in storage or something?" you inquired, hoping for a yes.
The manager shrugged and nodded. "Sure I could, but why would I do that with a meaningless animatronic fox? Freddy's could just buy a new one," he said, touching his fingers against the eye-patch. He hasn't worked nights, he doesn't know what happens at night, but it's not his fault. "So . . . you know sorry if you liked Foxy as a kid or something, but this is not going to stay."
You shook your head, sighing faintly. "Fine," you groaned, you wanted him to stay for reasons you don't know. But something about him was warming your heart. "Can he at least stay for two more days?"
He rolled his eyes. "He'll stay as long as he can still function a little," the manager said. "Admittedly, I wish Foxy would stay here too, kid. I loved him as a kid." He smiled patting the fox's head, his teeth were jagged and dangerous. You could see the dangers that Foxy had in store.
"I'll see you, tomorrow, sir," you said as he shook his hand. "See you."
"Actually, you won't, I'm working nights at another branch. But, another manager will give you the keys."
You nodded and walked off to your home.
