"Don't fear the enemy who attacks you…Fear the fake friend who hugs you."

I was growing more used to leaving the enclosure of Pirate Cove. Sometimes, most times, I would go wandering around with Bonnie while we discussed the day. We liked each others company. We had similar favorite kids. We both liked Sara, especially when her hair was in pigtails. Poor Mark would cry so badly when Freddy came over. Mark was a sweetie though, Bonnie would say. When he'd cry, his mom would have to come over and fix his black hair back and put his glasses back in place. Mark was sweet, truly one of our favorites.

A few rare times I would visit Chica in the kitchen. She liked to bake sweets and cakes that would be served the next day. Few of the employees questioned it and the kids loved their personalized cakes. Obviously Chica had her favorites too. She said she really liked Michael and Gavin, because they were such stupid heads. Gavin really liked Chica, I'd seen him point and coo at her. Perhaps that's why Chica liked him so much.

"Hey, Tyler," hummed Ben one night. "Do you ever dream of a different career?"

"A different career?" repeated Tyler as he fumbled with Freddy's old circuits. "I'm pretty used to this job though. I like the company."

"The animatronic company?" Ben remarked.

"Now, now, young sir, no need to talk as if we're not here," snapped Freddy. "Thank you, Tyler."

"I like these guys. They're cool and interesting and couldn't possibly survive without a little help," winked Tyler. "I'll never be out of a job."

"Unless one of them…malfunctions," shrugged Ben, chewing on stick of jerky.

"Malfunctions?" perked Tyler. "Freddy, have you seen Foxy tonight?"

I was hidden, tangled within the curtains of of Pirate Cove. They were my warmth. I could still hear everything, barely seeing out through the film of the fabric. I saw Freddy gesture toward the curtain, which made Tyler grin. Ben rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. Bonnie and Chica were talking on stage. The night was ending. I didn't need a clock to know that. When Ben left the security room it was almost 6.

"Tomorrow, I'm gonna have to download something into the lot, alright Ben?" Tyler explained.

"Oh? What's new?"

"An update. They'll be programmed to clean up at the end of the night," shrugged Tyler. "If I had my way, I wouldn't download it. Its a rather pointless program."

"Pretty good program for the maids, though," suggested Ben, putting his chair back. "Makes my job a little easier."

"Like you clean up after yourself," laughed Tyler.

"I believe it is 6," remarked Freddy, standing in his position.

"I just need to check Foxy and then I'll be done," nodded Tyler, picking up his box and heading my way.

"You never answered my question, by the way," grinned Ben. "What would you do if one of these guys malfunctioned."

"Depends on what kind of malfunction, I guess," sighed Tyler, unwrapping me from the curtain. "Foxy, why do you do this? One of these days you're gonna get stuck."

"I like the feeling of the cloth," I remarked, sitting down in front of him. "Will this hurt?"

"No…nothing deep tonight. I'll be in your back tonight, though," Tyler explained, stepping beside me.

Ben stood in front of me, hands on his hips and eyes narrowed. I didn't know if Ben liked me much and we didn't talk much. He was much more talkative with Tyler or Freddy than the rest of us. Bonnie said she didn't trust Ben. He'd been here longer than she had. One of the original employees, the most trusting and caring employee there, Tyler explained. Ben had been guide his first few nights. The two had gotten close.

"Foxy doesn't sound like a guy's name," commented Ben, coming around to join Tyler.

"I like my name," I hummed, smiling lightly.

"Also, its not a few Pirate name," grumbled Ben.

"They come preprogrammed," explained Tyler.

I could feel him in my inner workers. In this moment, I thought fondly of humans and how different they were from me and the others. We had many layers, an endoskeleton helping us move and operate. Did humans have such things or were they endoskeletons and fit into something? It was puzzling. I felt Tyler withdraw from my inner workings, listened to him put the tools away and saw him walk toward the dining area.

"That's it for the night," yawned Tyler. "I think I'm coming down with something."

"You forgot to shut the back," called Ben.

"Shut it for me, please," sighed Tyler, glancing back. "Can you let me out?"

"Got it," smiled Ben, closing my back door.

I felt it shut with a slam, followed my a burning in my chest again. It spread through my wires and into my circuits then faded. I shut my eyes to rest. I could hear the doors open, Tyler whispering goodbye, and the doors shutting again. I listened to Ben's faint footsteps. I had a few hours before my turn to play on stage, which I would spend resting. I wanted to dream like the children talked about.