Five Nights, One Foxy Chapter 3

A/N: Sorry it took so long to upload this chapter. I didn't want to rush through it, but it still might not be as good as the other chapters...WHAT?! Over 1,000 views?! *explodes*

iStormy: I might message you soon. My Piratese is a little rusty... XD

Zap877: It bugs me too :P I am such a stickler for grammar, every time I see an error in a comment I have the sudden urge to correct it! XD They get so mad.

VIDEO TECH SCORPION: I'm glad to hear that :)

FancyBananaMutt: Well, I'm not good at describing stuff like that, so...

HellKing666: Well, the staff do know about the night watch conditions, but they'd rather not let rumors spread lest the customers stop going. The reputation was already damaged back when the five kids killed and the Bite of 87 occurred.


November 23rd, 1998 8:35 PM

After the families left for the night and the janitors were cleaning up pizza sauce and the occasional spot of vomit, I decided to give myself a little tour of the place.

They had completely remodeled the building after the Bite, but it didn't look the best. Eleven years had taken its toll on the place. The wallpaper was slowly peeling away and was covered in food stains. The carpet was sticky in some areas. It smelled terrible around the bathrooms and the kitchen. The furniture was worn down from kids jumping up and down on it. Even the tables had faint footprints on them.

The animatronics had stopped playing and were frozen mid-pose on the stage. Their eyes remained open. The lights around the stage were flickering. It reminded me of a scene in a horror movie.

I strolled down the west hall and found the office that I was staying in for the night. It was a cramped little space, although it looked a lot newer than the rest of the building. The desk was still shiny underneath all the papers. A black PalmPilot tablet (A/N I do my research :P) was sitting on the chair. I hung up my beige satchel on one of the coat hooks and walked back down the west hall.

When I re-entered the dining area I glanced back at Pirate Cove. I was itching to go see Foxy again, but Lucas had told me to stay away from "that kid-killer." I didn't even know why he called Foxy that. Did one attack make you an automatic kid-killer? Foxy didn't even kill the girl.

"Do you ever clean back there?" I asked the janitor, who was passing by.

"Where?" he asked. His voice was thin from age.

"Pirate Cove."

"Oh no, never. That lil' devil of a robot in there'll bite your head off as soon as ya enter," he explained. "If 'e even works. Boss shoulda thrown 'im out years ago. He ain't worth keepin' anymore."

I frowned. Must've been tough, staying cooped up for eleven years without a mechanic.

"Here are the keys," the janitor continued, tossing a keychain none-too-gently at me.

"And your uniform, and your hat," he went on, hurling a bundle of clothes at me after the keychain. I had to lunge to be able to catch them.

"Thanks!" I called through the fabric.

"Good luck, miss," he said. For a moment I could catch a trace of grief in his old eyes. He then pushed open the glass doors and left.

I carried the pile to the broom closet and got dressed. The uniform was a black T-shirt with the word "Security" on it in white block letters, khakis, and a black baseball cap with the restaurant's logo on it. I got to keep my sneakers on.

I stopped by the security room again to drop off my earlier outfit, then sat at one of the tables in the dining area. The lights would be going off around 11:30, which gave me plenty of time to roam around, maybe eat a pizza or two. No one was there to stop me from putting my feet on the table.

But I was just bored. I considered going in Pirate Cove, but what the janitor said kind of got under my skin. The pizza wasn't exactly appetizing there. I made a mental note to bring some food to work tomorrow. And there was no fun in breaking the rules if no one was there to watch.

I tucked a strand of blond hair back into my hat and glanced at the purple curtain. The sudden urge to sneak in there almost overpowered me. Maybe a peek wouldn't hurt. I could just get a flashlight and shine it in there for a minute or two. And bring some sort of weapon in case Foxy decided to be a little...well, foxy. (A/N Oh, me. ^w^)

No, I had to stay away. I couldn't break the rules and risk my life just to see a robot.

Curiosity won.

Smiling, I got up and walked over to the curtain, carrying a flashlight I found in the security room. With careful fingers I gently pushed away one side. The rings looping through the drape and around the pole squeaked slightly, and I paused. No movement from the inside.

I switched on the flashlight and pointed it through the parted edges of the curtain. Rats saw me and instantly scurried away, squeaking. I saw a bunch of crates stacked precariously on top of one another, and the remains of the pirate ship. The foam pit looked crusty. There was dust everywhere; on the floor, hanging in the air, in every nook and cranny you could imagine.

Foxy was sitting on the floor, his back up against one of the crates. There were huge holes in his chest and arms as well as part of his ear fur torn off, revealing endoskeleton. The fur on his legs were completely ripped away. Yet his hook still gleamed in the weak light, and I could see a razor-sharp end. He was facing the floor.

"Good God," I muttered.

At the sound of my voice Foxy's ears pricked. He raised his head. My eyes widened when I noticed the crooked jaw and the teeth that looked like they would belong to an alligator. His eyepatch was raised, and two yellow orbs were staring. At me.

I let out a sharp yelp and closed the curtains. My heart was hammering my chest. With fumbling fingers I turned off the flashlight and I scurried back to the security room like a startled rabbit.


A/N: Yay, it's done! :D But to me it feels kind of rushed. :/ Let me know what you guys think about that. Tomorrow's Thanksgiving break, so I might have more time to update.

Happy Thanksgiving to all! :D