Foxy hates killing. So why does he do it?
The answer?
Well, it's his only means of survival... right?
Hunger. It drives me insane. Tearing at my steel insides with its savage claws, forcing groans out of my audio box. I moaned with each spasm of my abdominal cords, clutching them with my long steel claws. I needed to eat, but that fucking bird and son of a bitch bear are constantly patrolling the kitchens, so even just the smallest sliver of pizza is out of the question.
A low, glitchy moan echoed into my cage. The bloody rabbit is after the moron in the office again. A slam signals that he's closed the door on him. Seems he's not as incompetent as he first seemed when the manager showed me to him. My next move will be a challenge then.
Four a.m. The rabbit is no longer in the West Hallway. Slowly, I pulled back the purple curtain with the hook that ended my right arm. Peeking through the gap, I was just in time to catch the tiny red light of the security camera blink on. It kept going on and off as the paranoid little fucker kept checking on me. That topped off with my growing hunger was starting to piss me off.
After ten check-ups, I made my way just beneath the camera and stared up at it. Another check, and I ran. My joints screeched in protest, and my footsteps were heavy and loud, but I persevered. Just as I passed the security camera, it flashed red. I thrust my head into the office and saw the terrified, wimpy face of the security guard. I was suddenly in doubt. Was this right? Perhaps I should have just asked for food from him. But when I lifted my eyepatch and got a good look at his uniform.
That was it. I lost myself completely. The hunger didn't matter any more. I just wanted to kill. That horribly familiar, hazy red rage filled my vision. With a monstrous scream, I rushed at him. Without the slightest hesitation, swung my hook at his face in a wide arc. Metal made contact with flesh and I ripped half of his face away in one clean swipe. The night watchman howled in fear and agony as I lunged for his throat. My jaws clamped around his neck and tore out his trachea, oesophagus and jugular. I swallowed them immediately, the wet, warm parts filling my empty chamber of a stomach, but not enough.
As I relished in the slight release from starvation, the night guard spluttered one last breath, spraying blood onto my abdomen. I didn't care. I needed to eat.
Normally I would have just slit his stomach and taken his intestines back to Pirate's Cove before the others arrived. Let them have the rest to shove into a fucking suit, I always say. But not this time. This time I was beyond caring. I just wanted to eat.
I disembowelled him like I usually do, and devoured his guts right there and then. It wasn't much of a meal, seeing as how I hadn't eaten in weeks, so I reached into the guard's still warm corpse and removed the rest of his organs; the kidneys, heart, lungs, liver, everything I could get my claws and hook on. I even spiked some of the fresh meat onto my hook, like in a butcher's.
Just as I was considering ripping off the top of his skull to get at the brains, I heard a moan in the East Hallway. Chica.
Instinctively, I rushed back to Pirate's Cove. Thankfully, there were no encounters with Bonnie or Freddy. I was careful not to let too much blood drip onto the floor, and when I sat down in my cage, I gleefully fed on my gruesome meal.
I heard clanging noises, presumably from the backstage room. They were stuffing what was left of the night guard into one of the suits. Fine by me, I never gave two fucks about hiding the body. Easy way to have this stinking shithole shut down. Too bad the others always clean up after me.
"Can… I… j-o-i-i-nn y-yyoouu..?"
I looked up to see the Golden Ghost. He looked like Freddy, just with lighter, yellow fur and a blue hat and tie. He always seemed to appear out of nowhere, but so long as he never tried to hurt me, I never cared.
I growled gently, unwilling to relinquish any small portion of my macabre meal, but I tossed him the kidneys anyway. With that, he disappeared with the bloody organs.
For the rest of the night, through to six a.m., I dined to my mechanical heart's content; my hunger satisfied for a short while.