Here's chapter two :)

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10:25 p.m. That's what Mike's watch told him as he made his way toward the Freddy Fazbear's pizzaria for the second time that remembered the owner suggesting he come early so he decided to take that to heart so here he was.

Mike fumbled around his pockets and found the set of jingling keys he was looking for. Why there were so many, he didn't know. He only needed one, to lock and unlock the door. Maybe the others had been placed there to make him feel his job was more important than it was.

The doors made a low groaning,almost protesting sound as they were opened. Mike stepped inside and locked the door. Turning around, he noticed how dark everything was. He couldn't even see his hand!

Groping his hand along the wall, Mike found what he assumed was the light switch. As he flipped it on, he instantly felt better. The room suddenly became a lot brighter and felt a lot less scary now.

It's a lot quieter too.He noted somewhat pleased. He was glad that he got the night shift and not the day one. He'd end up pulling his hair out if he had to deal with squealing kids and ensuring no damage was done to anything in there. The tables were clean and cleared of the nasty looking pizza and trash. Chairs were pushed back in properly. Mike was glad it wasn't part of his job to do clean up.

Making his way over to the stage, Mike admitted to himself, he hadn't had a chance to properly observe the animatronics. There was a bear, rabbit, and chicken sitting there staring back at him. No, not staring. They weren't alive so they couldn't stare. Maybe a different word was appropriate but it eluded him. Their hands, or paws(?), Mike didn't know, were clutching their instruments.

Turning away from the trio, the new night guard walked towards the hallway and flipped off the light switch on his way out. Mike suddenly paused. The hallway was dark too, but nowhere nearly as dark as near the front air conditioner was gently humming, creating a soft buzzing noise. The hallway was dimly lited, enough to get Mike to his office. Though he could find his way, Mike felt vaguely annoyed the manager didn't include a flashlight in addition to keys to the place.

What's a night guard without a flashlight? He thought somewhat irritatedly as he began walking down the hall. During his stroll, he noticed some other places he had not seen the day before. A kitchen, supply closet and a wire room just to name a few. Mike made a right and continued on. He knew he was nearing his office because the surroundings were becoming more familiar.

The night guard passed by a deep red curtain with an out of order sign. Mike screeched to a halt. He didn't remember seeing that. Turning around, he retraced his steps and stood fully in front of the curtains. A wave of unease coursed through his curtains were just the slightest opened but darkness was the only thing that greeted him. There seemed to be a lot of that here. Darkness. What could be behind this curtain? Another animatronic? Most likely, but Mike didn't want to stay and explore to see if he was right or not.

He eventually found his office and set down his bag. He a look around. The brunette hadn't actually been in here yet. The manager of the place had only told him the way to go.

Upon entering his room,the young man noted several things. It was a small room that should hardly be classified as an office. The place was lit by a dimmed light bulb. A cluttered desk sat in front of him. There was a small fan on top that made noise. More likely than not that'd probably end up irritating him.A big poster was plastered to the wall behind the desk with the three mascots posing all together with the words Celebrate above their heads. To the right of the poster hung several crude drawings. Obviously by children. Some trash was laying around, one being a red and white cup. Probably from the last night guard. To top it all off, cobwebs hung proudly from the desk, giving it an almost Halloween feel.

Mike snorted. This was supposed to be his office? He was not impressed. Well, not much he could do about. He mused to himself, throwing the trash that sat on his desk away. Honestly, did the last guard not have any lessons in cleaning up after himself?

Lucky for him there was a rolling chair sitting near the back of the room. At least they didn't expect him to stand the entire time he was there. Mike sat down, finding out it wasn't as comfortable as it looked. Despite his crappy circumstances, Mike felt the room would do.

He looked at his watch. Nearly 11 p.m. Maybe he could take a power nap before his official shift began.

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*ring*

*ring ring*

Mike startled out of his doze and looked around confused. What was that noise? Oh, it was just the phone. He didn't remember seeing the phone upon his entry. Guess this place had lots of surprises. Yawing, Mike stood up and ambled his way over. Maybe it was the manager calling to check and see if Mike had actually came.

The manager should have more faith in him.

Just as he hand reached out to grab the phone, a fuzzy voice came out from it, prompting Mike to pull his hand away with a frown.

A recording?

The voice welcomed him to the Freddy Fazabear's Pizza place and told him that he had been the previous guard before him. He had wanted to make a recording to help him settle in for the first night. It continued on,saying that Mike would have nothing to worry about, he'd be fine.

Mike nodded his head in a bored manner. He noticed a tablet sitting next to the phone and grabbed it with curiosity. He grabbed it and walked back over to his seat. He turned it on and saw it had cameras in every room in the pizza place. Seeing the battery at the bottom, he turned it off, knowing he'd probably need that.

Blah blah blah, nothing to worry about. Sure the animatronics get a bit..quirky at night..

Mike looked up with a frown. Quirky?

Just be aware that the characters do tend to wander a bit at night. They're left in a free roaming mode at night. Something about wires or such, I don't really know.

Mike stiffened. Hold on, was the previous guard suggesting what he thought he was suggesting?

The voice kept talking, mentioning something about the Bite of '87, how if the animatronics saw him they'd forcibly shove him into a suit, again, nothing to worry about.

Don't worry, the first night is pretty easy. If you manage to survive this night, I'll have another recording for you.And with that, the recording cut off, leaving the room feeling very quiet, and suddenly dangerous.

Mike's heart beat was racing and he could feel a growing panic attack about to begin. Surely the previous night guard was just messing with him. There was no way inanimate objects could become alive right? Right?

Ok, Mike take deep breaths. There's nothing to fear. The last guard..He was just messing with you, that's it! Trying to scare you off. Feeling a little better with his

True to the voice's word, there was a tablet next to the phone. Mike picked it up and turned it on. He flipped through the rooms. Everything looked fine. Noticng the battery symbol at the bottom, Mike turned the device off. He had this feeling he should save it.

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Bang! Crash!

A yelp escaped the young night guard's throat as he literally jumped out of his chair. What in the world was that? All of a sudden, he knew that old guard was not messing with him. This place was alive and crawling.

...fuck.

Grabbing his tablet, Mike flipped through the cameras to the main stage. His heart dropping to his stomach he saw that the duck was gone. The duck one was gone. As in got up and decided to take a nice walk gone.

Switching to the kitchen, Mike ssaw that the duck had decided to settle in the kitchen. He noted that it was wearing a Let's Eat bib. Shuddering, Mike hoped that they didn't eat people.

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Mike glanced at the clock. Only 4 a.m. Battery was at 40%. He was doing good. He could make it till six a.m. He had to.

The few hours before this one were spent with close encounters with the gang. Luckily Mike was smart enough to slam the doors shut when they got too close. Also, he never knew he could scream like a little girl.

Deciding to check the premises again, he pulled the cameras he did, Mike realized he had not checked Pirate's Cove in awhile, if at all. He had been to busy with the others to even consider the possibility of something coming out of there.

Suddenly, he remembered his suspicions of the place early and flipped over to Pirate's Cove.

Mike nearly shrieked.

A pair of gleaming eyes were directly in front of the camera,looking straight at him. Those eyes had not been there before. The creature didn't seem like it was going to move but it still unnerved Mike nonetheless. He switched cameras.

Several minutes passed with no activity. The bear and chicken had decided to return to their stage for awhile, which Mike was grateful for. The rabbit however decided to be content to standing in the main room.

Flicking to Pirate's Cove somewhat bored, he saw that whatever was there wasn't anymore.

Damn it damn it damn it. Mike flipped through all of the cameras desperately hoping to find it.

Where is it? He screamed inwardly, fighting panic.

Clunk clunk clunk.

Footsteps. Paw steps. Something. Something was making a sound. And the noise was getting louder and louder.

Mike barley had time to react. The thing that had escaped from Pirate's Cove stuck its head in, eyes alight with glee.

The night guard released a noise he never knew he was capable of and slammed his fist on the door in an attempt to close.

He had reacted too slowly.

All of a sudden that THING was in there with him. Upon further inspection it turned out the mysterious and fourth animatronic was a fox, not a wolf. It was very tall and bore a tattered red pelt. Fur had been ripped off and one could almost see some wires deep within. It's jaws were gaping as if it couldn't close them. On its left arm, instead of a paw, was a gleaming silver hook. This fox truly deserved the name of pirate.

It was now trapped in the room with him.

Mike cried out in terror and shuffled as far away from the intruder as he could. He began to hyperventilate. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to die. His eyes were squeezed shut.

A few seconds passed. Suddenly,a whining noise sounded. Wait..whining? There should of been growls and howls of anger. Mike uncovered his eyes to see to his disbelief that he was still in one piece. He turned his attention towards the door.

The animatronic fox was fully focused on the shut door, it's body twisted around. Mike was confused. Why wasn't it attacking him? It was then he noticed it was tugging at something.

It suddenly hit him. Its tail must of got stuck when he slammed the door shut! In Mike's defense, it deserved it. The animatronic nearly killed him for God's sake!

As soon as the fear came and went, he felt an unexpected emotion, one he shouldn't of. Guilt. He felt guilt.

The fox is probably in pain. He didn't imagine it felt good. He remembered the one time when his hand had gotten stuck in the car door. That had hurt like hell.

The compassionate side of him told himself to go help the fox free itself. The rational part told him to kill it or leave it to suffer.

He must be insane.

"H-Hey. L-L-Let me help." He managed out.

The fox's head whipped around, a glare etched on its features, a snarl in its throat.

Mike flinched but didn't retreat."Please, I won't hurt you, I just want to help you. I have no weapons. It looks like it really hurts." He tried.

The red creature considered his words for a second before slowly nodding its head in agreement, allowing Mike to reach around him and open the door. The doors made a whooshing sound, releasing the pressure it must of felt on its tail.

"See? I didn't hurt you." Mike gave a weak smile.

The fox merely blinked and looked down towards the ground and saw the state of its tail. It had been completely severed from his torso. A deep whine resounded within the animatronic's chest at the sight. Perhaps it was mourning the loss?

"I could fix that for you." He offered, surprising himself.

The fox was apparently not expecting that reply either for it looked at him with what was akin to disbelief. Normally the fox would take dismembered parts of itself, courtesy of rude children, and go fix it in its Cove. Then shortly after planning its revenge On whatever it could find. Never before had someone, anyone even talked to it or even offered help.

"I'm sure there's a medical kit or something around here." Mike continued, partly to himself as he scrounged around the desk. "Aha! This should do. " He pulled out some medical tape from a first aid kid he found from a drawer and looked at the fox, hoping it'd understand. He made his way back over.

"I can secure your tail back with this but most likely not to the proper way it was. Are you ok with me doing this?"

The fox nodded and turned around, showing his backside. It had no idea why it was trusting this security guard, much less a human. Humans were horrible creatures that only brought pain and didn't care what happened to you. Yet here it was,back to the guard, letting him mess with its precious tail.

A few minutes passed in silence. The only noise being the ripping of tape.

"There we go, maybe not as great as it was, but it looks good." Mike smiled, placing the tape on the desk.

The fox twisted its head back to look at its tail. It was impressed. The human had done a good job.

Mike ran a hand through his hair as he watched it inspect its tail, giving it an experimental swish back and forth.

Mike chuckled at the joyous reunion of tail and animal. Then the laughter faltered. Another crazy thing he had to do was apologize. He didn't really want to. I mean the thing attempted to murder him. He remembered his mother's wise words of wisdom. Always apologize for your action, as hard as it may be. It's the right thing to do.

With a sigh, Mike cleared his throat.

The fox turned around and looked at him.

"I'm really sorry for hurting your tail like that. Yes, you were trying to scare me and succeeded, but it was still no reason to hurt you like I did. Could you forgive me?"

Two more things was added to the fox's growing list of never before experience things. An apology and forgiveness.

The fox nodded its head up and down a couple of times as if to say it was ok.

Mike visibly relaxed.

A beeping sound startled the two. Mike checked his watch. It was 6 a.m. He had made it through the first night.

He looked up to see the fox watching him intently.

"It's six. My shifts over." He explained.

The animatronic gave a curt nod in understanding. Was that a hint of disappointment on its face?Or was Mike imagining it?

The red fox turned to leave, but Mike shouted out "Wait! C-Could you at least tell me your name?" He scanned the room and saw a pad of paper and a pencil On the desk. Here, can you write?"

The Fox grabbed the items and the pencil began to scribble furiously. It was handed back shortly.

It read:

My name is Foxy.

Thank you for fixing my tail.

"You can write."The guard said, sounding impressed."And your welcome,Foxy."

"Oh, and one more thing, it shouldn't matter but my curiosity is getting the better of me. Are you male or female? I don't really know if animatronics have genders or not. Guess I should read up on you guys."

With an amused glint in its eyes, Foxy pointed at Mike, then back.

It took Mike a minute to understand but then he got it."You're a male?"

A nod.

"Oh, well I guess I'll be seeing you around then. " Mike said, gathering his bag of passed the fox and paused in the dim hallway. Which way was the exit again?

Mike felt a paw on his shoulder and looked up to see Foxy pointing to the left, so the brunette assumed he was trying to tell him the right way to go.

Mike looked in that direction. "Thanks Foxy."

The paw didn't move.

"What's wrong?"

Foxy tilted his head.

Mike frowned.

The red fox let out an exasperated sigh before pointing to the room and back at Mike.

"Am I coming back? Is that what you're asking? Well, considering I didn't die and you're not that bad, yeah, I guess I will come back."

Foxy's eyes beamed and he bounced on the balls of his paws in excitement.

"Will you show me the way out?"

A red paw grabbed his hand and dragged him the right direction.

Inside the safety of his car, Mike reflected on his first night here at this had been very scary, but he had managed to escape the clutches of the rampant animatronics. Well, almost all of them.

Foxy.

The mysterious creature of Pirate's Cove that had been originally intent on killing Mike ended up dancing on his paws in excitement at the end of his shift. Excited at the thought of seeing Mike again.

As he started his car up to head home he decided he rather liked Foxy. Maybe he could befriend Foxy. You never knew.

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A/N: Now we're going!

I'm sorry that this chapter is so long guys. Sometimes when I get writting, it's hard to stop. :)

Also, I know Foxy doesn't show up in the game on Night one, but I wanted him to in this story.

In addition, I don't want Foxy to talk in this story. I'm not against the idea, but I just wanted him tocommunicate with pictures and written word. Thought'd it would be fun to right, Next chapter will begin in Foxy's POV and then switch back to Mike's. Don't worry! There'll be romance eventually. I haven't forgotten it. We just have to build up to it. ;)

Also, since my scheduel is busy and I work, future chapters will be uploaded when they can. I'll try to at least upload one chapter every week. Earlier if I have not, expect new updates on Fridays!

Have a good night/ day everyone!