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Getting into Freddy's wasn't hard. No one gave her a second look, even if she didn't have a child with her. Sneaking into Pirate's Cove? Even easier, since all she had to do was slip underneath a curtain rather than opening a door. It was a little late, but she wanted to at least do something to help her brother out for this night. There was about fifty minutes until the restaurant would close, and perhaps surprisingly to some, the restaurant was still quite active. Freddy's closing show would start soon and many children often begged their parents to stay just that little bit longer.

She looked around Pirate's Cove wistfully, remembering when it was clean and in proper usage. Everything showed it's age now, paint peeling from the old pirate ship and treasure chests, gold coins still scattered and only a few glittered somewhat in the shadows. She frown when she saw Foxy and the tears in his suit. Sure he was a little beat up back then too, but now there were clear holes that you could see his endoskeleton though.

"Hey Foxy," she started, looking at the seemingly deactivated animatronic with a bit of fondness for the old battered animatronic. He had been her and Mikey's favourite when they were children after all, even after the events of '87.

"Not sure if you can hear me, but I'm going to talk anyway. I'm not exactly sure what the circumstances are, but you gave my brother quite the fright last night. Normally I'm all for scaring Mikey, but making him fear for his life, that's a no-no. Mikey's the Night Guard here. The only human in the building after dark, back in the office, he's not an endoskeleton," she said bluntly, getting to the points she wanted to make quickly, as she surveyed the damage to his jaw and took note of the state of the rest of his body.

"I'll have to take a look at your programing at a later date, but I'm not even sure why that would be programmed in. Sooner than later I guess, but there isn't any time right now. Mikey will be back tonight, refuses to quit. He's a bit naïve, he believes you guys will remember us, from when we were children. When we were children you seemed… truly alive, like you weren't just preprogrammed responses. I'm not sure how true that is, but here I am, talking to you, so I must believe it a little," she continued on as she worked on his jaw, unscrewing bolts and screwing new ones in. She continued working in silence for a while before she spoke again.

"Just know, that if you hurt him in any way, I will make sure that you and the others are destroyed circuit by circuit. I don't care if you are sentient or not, he is my brother and I will absolutely destroy anyone or anything that dares to hurt him. I'll make sure those behind this company get what they deserve as well, I promise you that. If you don't want that, well then just make sure to stay away from anything resembling an endoskeleton tonight and pass it onto the others. If you don't, or you can't hear me, oh well. Mikey didn't know what he was going into when he took this job either."

She stood up, wiping grease on her hand from a rag before shuffling around the animatronic, and squatting down again, unzipping the suit with a bit of difficultly to get a look at the main access panel. She frowned, noting that it was screwed on tight, nothing that she couldn't take a part, but something that would most likely require time and light, both of which she was short on.

"Damn. Well, it looks like my warning is all you get presently. I'll take a look at your programing another day then, there's not enough time now. Just… remember what I said Foxy, hopefully you actually are sentient, or at least a learning artificial intelligent who is actually active now. If not, oh well I guess," she said with a sigh.

She stood up again after zipping up his suit properly again. She let out another long breath, "I hope Mikey's right about you guys," she muttered to herself before turning away, only to stop immediately when she heard the curtains rustle and sniffles.

Looking at the entrance to Pirate Cove she saw a little girl, her red hair disheveled and pulled loose from the pigtails they once were. Her knees drew up and she sniffled quietly, not noticing that anyone was there.

"Hey there, what's your name?" She asked, sitting down beside the girl.

"Edith. Edith Sin- ouch!" The little girl began before Morganna flicked her in the forehead.

"Hey didn't your mom ever tell you not to talk to strangers? Let alone give your full name out. Kid come on, don't they teach stranger danger is schools?" She questioned, shaking her head. "Just this time you're safe, but you gotta be careful kid. The world is crazy. You should know though, since you're crying. Is some kid picking on you?"

The girl pouted at the lecture and looked away before finally answering. "Yeah… the boys in my grade keep making fun of my name. It's an old lady name, and I don't like it either, but it's the name daddy gave me," she said with another sniff.

"How about a nickname then? Like… Edi! There's a game me and my brother loved with a character who was actually a computer of sorts who had that name. Or you could go by a middle name. When you get older you might actually really like your name. Don't dislike your name because others tease you about it. The only opinion that matters about yourself is yours," she finished, giving the other girl's shoulder an encouraging squeeze.

"Someone told me that a long time ago. I got hassled about my name too, except no one wanted to use my full name, they wanted to shorten it or make a joke about it. Actually that old sea fox behind us is the one that told me that," she said with a smile as the girls eyes grew wide.

"He did?"

"Yeah, a long time ago he used to help me and my brother out like this a lot. I'm hoping to get him fixed, so maybe he can help out kids like you, like he did for me and my brother again. Plus he tells some pretty amazing Pirate stories."

"Wow! I hope he gets fixed, he sounds awesome!" The little girl exclaimed as the woman peaked out from the curtain, coast was still clear.

"Welp, how about me and you go find your mum now you're feeling better hmm? I think Freddy's show is going to start soon," she said with a smile, holding the young girls hand and helping her from the stage. Finding her mother wasn't hard and before she knew it she was back on her way to Mike's apartment, but not without turning and looking all three bandmates in their eyes in hope to convey a message, or rather a threat. Hopefully they were unaware of their actions and Foxy had heard her.

Morganna felt uneasy, which wasn't something she felt often. Confident to almost a fault she rarely felt thrown off by anything, but her brother in danger was one such thing that threw her. If she'd had more time she could pester him into letting her come with him, or at least come up with some kind of failsafe, maybe a device that let out a small grade EMP to shut them down? But there wasn't any time. It was nearing when Mike would get to work and he would not appreciate her going against his wishes. If there wasn't a chance that she could get them both killed by showing up, she'd risk it. As it was though, he was right for once, there was a chance that the animatronics would change their patterns and perhaps just make them run out of power.

Maybe she could at least hack into the pizzerias' camera system… it would give her something to do while she worried at the very least, it was unlikely she'd sleep again that night anyway. There was still a bit of time before then however, so maybe she should go and do some grocery shopping, since it was obvious Mikey wasn't eating right. She hated grocery shopping though, oh the things she would do for her brother. She turned down the street heading toward the supermarket with a chuckle, he didn't know how wrapped around his finger she really was. She didn't even cook for herself after all.

Coming online during business hours was something that very rarely happened, since no one was allowed in pirate cove. Every now and then a child would sneak behind the curtain to get a look at him, but the almost immediately left if they were alone. If they were a group, well that was a unfortunate day for the old fox. Some of the older children enjoyed seeing the slowly falling apart robot and help the process along. Patches of his suit were gone because of harsh treatment. Thankfully those types were typically loud enough to be caught pretty fast and removed from the premises.

However, he'd never had an adult visitor during business hours. Sure the mechanic took a look at him every now and then, but that was always in the morning before opening or at night after closing. To have a woman step up into pirates cove was a strange sight to come online to.

"Hey Foxy," the woman said. He couldn't see her well, the darkness only showing shadows of her face. He could activate his low light mode, but that would make his eyes glow, alerting the woman that he wasn't as deactivated as he seemed, and that was probably a bad idea, all things considered.

Still, the fact that she knew who he was, even after all the years of being written off of all the branding the company did… she must have come to the pizzeria as a child. If that was the case though, why was she in Pirates Cove? He was under the assumption that anyone who knew about the bit of '87 was terrified of him, based on the reactions of that day and the days after.

When she started talking though, which helped explain a few things… that actually just confused him more.

Firm hands grasped his jaw, moving it back into place and seemingly looking to see what was wrong with it. He felt threatened though, like perhaps the human was going to hurt him, not that he'd be able to feel physical pain, but still he wasn't immortal. Her tone was, at first friendly, before turning darker. She spoke of someone he scared, her brother apparently, but when she mentioned that he was there, after dark, that's when he felt confusion take over, pushing all thoughts of her threatening tone aside.

No one was supposed to be in the restaurant after close, yet he'd seen that man with the manager a few days before. That had been a strange occurrence, but then she went on to say he wasn't an endoskeleton. How would she know about them? He'd never…. Had he seen her before? He was fairly certain he had not. But she knew him by name. Was she one of his matey's all grown up? But then, why was she fixing his jaw? If she was, she'd know he was dangerous, that his jaw perhaps shouldn't be usable after the incident of '87.

Her hands moved quickly, lubing up joints and unscrewing old rusty screws and replacing them and adding in new ones for those that had been lost. It was, well it felt good to be fixed for once. Still, most of the thoughts running through his processor remained unanswered and only caused more questions to be formed.

The threats were actually almost frightening, if only because of the low calm and brewing protectiveness that lilted through her voice as she spoke, but still he felt more confusion than anything else. She stopped talk and got up, leaving his field of vision, cursing when she realized she wasn't able to access his main CPU without more time, and perhaps light, since he realised she probably couldn't see well in the dim light behind the Pirate Cove curtains.

He still had no idea who she could possibly be, until she muttered something about 'hoping Mikey was right'. That- that made all other processes stop. Mikey? He- there were a few Mikeys he recalled fondly, but only one that he remembered above all others. He had very few children he specifically called his First Mate, but there was one. One with a sister he also called First Mate, since they were twins after all and it would be unfair to play favourites with two so close. His processes stopped again when a child's sniffle was heard.

He watched the woman approach the child, wishing that he could do so with all of his being. A crying child always called out to him, to help, protect, comfort. Perhaps it was just his programming, but he'd always been better at it than the others. Freddy tended to give advice that sometimes hit home, but it was just as often that he missed the mark. Bonnie was a nightmare when it came to crying children, having no idea what to do at all other than just stand there and offer a hug. Chica always tried to solve every problem with food, giving more pizza or a cupcake to a crying child. Each worked at times, not at others, but Foxy got down on the same level as the children. He used to listen and let the child vent, then give advice if the child hadn't come to a conclusion on their own, and then physical comfort when needed. A toy was a last resort for a child who maybe didn't even know why they were sad. Overall he just tended to help the children easier than the others, though it had been so long since he'd been able to.

Listening to the woman talk to the little girl, while she was perhaps a bit abrasive, she took a similar approach. Talking to her while being the adult, letting her know that she shouldn't talk to strangers before comforting her. It was an interesting approach but it worked, and as soon as she said that the 'old sea fox' had told her that advice, he was absolutely positive that the woman in front of him used to be little Morganna, and what Mikey she spoke of was her twin, and that they'd grown up so much and came back. It- it was something to be remembered, it felt

He felt elated, like nothing was wrong in the world, when the young girl turned back to look at him, happiness in her eyes and praise on her lips. To be looked at like that again, it was what he wanted more than anything else.

The woman, Morganna he remembered now, left with the child in hand and he felt no worry. She was one of his first mateys and it seemed like she'd grown into a fine adult. Still a grump no doubt based on her tone of voice and words, but not one who was irresponsible it seemed. Especially since she was still looking out for Mikey, who he just realized with a terrible feeling, was the one who they'd been trying to stuff into a suit the past two nights.

That was when confusion started pouring through his processor once again, why was a human in the office now? Why switch and yet they still saw an endo? It was disconcerting, but it did explain the strange noises and leaks that the endo had been making the past few nights. Mikey had never been the bravest soul, sweet and well-mannered yes, but certainly not very courageous. He'd been the voice of caution on stage when things might've been getting a bit rowdy. If that- if it was Mikey they were scaring so badly, his thoughts stopped there. He felt terrible, guilt wracking him, how could he not have realised it? Mikey was his first matey, adult or not. It was Mikey back there, no if ands or buts about that. He remembered when he was forced out of the office the hysterical apology, only Mikey would feel it necessary to apologise when he was scared to death of dying. Being stuffed into one of their suits would definitely kill a human.

Slowly his processes started shutting down, his main processor shutting down and returning to the offline mode he was supposed to be in. His last processed thoughts were that he had to let the others know what a terrible mistake they'd made with the recent endo, that it was actually his little Mikey.

AN :: Merry Christmas everyone! Or you know, Happy Holidays. Seasons Greetings. All that jazz. Anyway, updated for the holiday! I've gotten quite a few hours at work for the next week so no telling when I'm even going to have time to turn on my laptop again. Expect the next update sometime next week I would guess. Thank you once again for reading and I hope you all had/have a wonderful Holiday Season! Questions, comments, and concerns are welcome via review or pm as you all know. Have a wonderful day/night and a Happy upcoming New Year!

Edit AN 1.20.15 :: No edit to the story or chapter done here, just a note on a reference I made. So I just realised even with how careful I've been with looking shit up for 1999 (old Nokia phones and all) I totally didn't even think about Mass Effect being modern. But I like Mass Effect, so fuck it, it's staying. [I mean, it's a pretty minor reference I guess, but still...] Think of it as an easter egg, like the krogan heads mounted on a wall in Dragon Age Inquisition. Fucking hell avoiding all the modern references I want to make is hard. Sorry everyone, excuse my language and stupidity please and enjoy the rest of the story thus far. u.u