A/N- Ah, I remember the first time I heard about Five Nights At Freddy's. My tumblr dashboard was talking about it around the beginning of August, so I decided to check it out for myself. I found Markiplier's LP of it and one particular character scared me half to death. I think I've even had nightmares about him. To make a long story short... Foxy is my favorite character for a reason. I like being scared.

A/N 2- I decided to merge two chapters together into one bigger one.

Chapter 3- Sorry, Out of Order

My heart raced. What did I do to use up all of my power this early on in the night? Did I linger too long on the cameras? Or Did I rely too heavily on the doors? Either way, I'm this close to dying slowly and painfully.

The power cut out, plunging the room into darkness. The reserve power kicked in. I heard footsteps come down the west hall. Was Bonnie returning to get me? I turned my head. No, it wasn't Bonnie or Chica. Freddy stood in the door. His blue eyes gleamed in the near darkness.

"Hey, buddy," Freddy taunted over the tinkling melody of a music box. I curled in my chair. "I'm here to collect you. I know it's your first day and all, but I spare no mercies."

The reserve power lights faded. I froze in place. Freddy inched forward. One paw clutched the door frame. He crept inside the office. "Tick, tick, tick," his goofy, showman voice repeated, almost threateningly. "Tick, tick, tick." I heard a distant clock chime. The lights came back on, I saw him back away from me.

"At long last," he said. "You've come back..." I looked down the hall. The supply closet opened and Bonnie stepped out.

"Leave this place, Mike," Bonnie gasped. "There's no hope for you if you stay longer..." The two robots disappeared down the hall.

The exit was right by the stage area. I glanced up at the stage. Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica stood there, as if oblivious to their previous actions. Something caught my attention. A small stage surrounded by a curtain lay in one corner of the dining hall. I walked toward it. A sign in front of the stage read "Sorry, Out Of Order". I don't know what possessed me to take a peek, but I found myself approaching Pirate Cove. I took hold of the curtain and pulled it back slightly. An animatronic lay on the stage floor, curled up into a fetal position. I didn't get a good look at his face, but I could make out a hook hand. His endoskeleton feet were the closest thing to me.

I closed the curtain and headed toward the parking lot. I got in my van and sped away from the pizzeria.

Okay, so after doing my best hiding what really happened from my cousins, I came back for another night, even though Bonnie apparently wanted me to quit. I needed the paycheck. Bills just don't pay themselves.

I shivered once I entered the office. Here I was at a job that might just get me shoved face first into a fuzzy tomb. Why did I have to be desperate for money? Why couldn't I deliver pizza instead? I checked my watch; I still had one minute to go before my shift began. The phone rang. What does Phone Guy want to tell me today?

"Uhh, Hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uh, congrats! I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses. Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk just to make sure everyone's in their proper place. You know..."

I picked up the tablet and looked through the cameras. Bonnie had left the stage and wandered to the Backstage area. He stood beside a table. A broken endoskeleton and several costume heads lay on the table. More heads decorated the shelf behind him. His gaze remained focused on me. I shrugged. I guess I better give him a little privacy to clothe that endoskeleton.

I switched to the stage camera. Freddy and Chica stood perfectly still, no sign of movement.

"Uh... Interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so, hey, I guess that's one more reason not to run out of power, right? I-I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views, and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So if-if you can't find something, or someone, on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react... Uh, not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that."

I looked around the room, just to get acquainted with where the door lights were. I wrinkled my nose at Phone Guy's last statement. If he were only here to hear Chica threaten to tear me limb from limb last night, he'd be singing a different tune. Also, I learned what happens if I run out of power. Freddy appears in my doorway, plays some creepy music box melody, then comes into the office to drag me away.

"Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being watched. I don't know. Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh, talk to you soon."

Pirate Cove… Pirate Cove… My heart dropped to my stomach. The animatronic in Pirate Cove was out of order, but Phone Guy said he's coming after me. What the hell is wrong with this place?

I turned the tablet to Pirate Cove. I could swear something was moving from behind the curtain. Was he struggling to stand up? The curtain was open enough for me to get a decent look at him. I saw him slowly rise to his feet and turn to face the camera.

To be quite honest, I don't know who scared me more, Chica or this... fox pirate thing. I mean, Chica had bulging eyes and a tooth-filled beak. The Pirate Guy (from now on, I'll call him Foxy) had glowing eyes and a mouth full of dagger-like teeth. He eased the curtain a little further away from him.

"How long has it been?" Foxy hissed. His voice was so unlike Bonnie, Chica or Freddy's. He didn't sound eternally happy and silly, but deep and raspy. "How long has it been since I last tasted blood? Oh, I'd love to do it again." He lowered his head. "The management thinks I'm still slumped in the corner of the cove. I haven't been the same since '87." I could see large portions of his mechanical innards.

I lowered the tablet and checked my left door. Bonnie, thankfully, wasn't there. I had to check on Foxy from time to time, but I didn't want to hear another one of his little speeches about his thirst for blood, or hear him admit to the bite of '87. I then checked my right door. Chica stared at me through the window.

"Do I know you, Mister?" she asked. I shook my head, just as the door closed. "Don't be silly; you look familiar." I groaned. She shrugged her shoulders and walked away.

I turned my attention back to Foxy. He now stood in front of the curtain, chin propped on his hook hand. "Just one little taste, laddie? It's been eatin' at me for ages. I can't stop it. I need it!"

Three of the robots claimed to know me and one lusted after my blood. I paused and checked my left door. Bonnie stood there. I closed the door on him before I reopened the right door.

"Gosh, Foxy's really starting to disturb me," Bonnie said to himself. "I guess his mind's just as wrecked as his body. I remember when he didn't sound like a homicidal ... uh oh."

I checked the Pirate Cove camera. Foxy was nowhere in sight. Something was running towards me. Something with metal feet.

"Come on, laddie, help a poor sea dog out!" the pirate howled. "I want to sink me teeth in your neck!" I looked to my left. Thankfully, Bonnie was there previously and I didn't reopen it. I walked to the window and looked outside. Foxy dashed down the hall, past a surprised looking Bonnie. He stopped at the door.

Bonnie just glared at me through the window. "Mike, I'm surprised you didn't heed my warning." Foxy struck the door twice. "It's not safe here." Bonnie didn't sound like his normal obnoxious cartoon self. I could faintly hear a small child layered in with the usual voice. "Please, Mike, we don't want to hurt you."

"Mike?" Foxy asked, immediately calmed down. He had walked away from the door slightly. "Mike's here?"

I opened the door. The two had moved to the middle of the west hall, away from me. I wondered, what were they saying?

I don't know how long it was since I last checked Pirate Cove, but I did. Foxy sat in the open curtain, facing away from me.

"I... can't control myself," he wept. Wait, was one of these creatures showing remorse? "I... just can't." Like Bonnie, I could hear a small child's voice speaking the words over top of the usual voice. "What's wrong with me?"

I have this entire story outlined.