Chapter 4

Spill It

3rd Person POV

Foxy stands there, as well as Mike, both of them not sure what to do after what just happened. It was Mike that broke the silence.

"What do those monsters want? Why do they kill?"

"Honestly, I wish I knew. My guess, they are evil."

"And Freddy is the one that controls all of this?"

"Best to my knowledge."

Mike finally returns to his chair, placing it right he sits in it, and looks at the cameras to see all 3 of them on stage, talking.

"They all are on stage Foxy"

"That's good…. Wait, how do you know my name?"
Looks like Mike has some explaining to do…

"Well, when you were on stage, maybe, 15 years ago, I use to come here. The band would always hurt me, pick on me… Say… Say horrible things… I h- h- hated it here…"
Foxy looked at him with a sympathetic yet angry expression, not angry at him of course, but the 3 monsters out there.

Mike continued: "… But you… I always loved watching you. You were so kind, and loving. Your stories were always interesting and fun to listen to."
Foxy smiled at this, blushing slightly as well as she rocked in her place slightly.

"Trust me... I know what hardships are like..."

Mike looked at her confused: "You do?"

With a sigh, she continued: "About 12 years ago, Freddy started to become abusive to me, the others following suit... And, it was hard to keep going, however entertaining the kids made it worth it. However, one day, Freddy knocked me out, and reprogrammed me. He messed up my performance and at one point I tripped off the stage and fell onto a kid..."

Mike watched, horrifyed at this, but also sad that Foxy actually started crying.

"… and my hook... Stabbed him... He didn't die... But it gave him permanent damage... and the shutdown of Pirate Cove... After that, the abuse got worse... Freddy and the other 2 would harass me every night, beat me, abuse me... At one point Freddy even tried to... Take advantage of me..."

Mike was at a lost for words, he didn't know what to do.

Foxy continued: "… About 6 years ago they finally calmed down, since I never came out of my cove anymore. However last year they started again, and now... I'm a mess..."

"W- wow... I'm so sorry..."

"Yeah... I just wish I had an escape for it..."

Mike thought of an idea.

"What if you stay in here with me every night?"

Her face brightened at that idea. "I'd love to!"

So they both talked for a while, not paying attention to the mess that is happening outside; Foxy suddenly asks Mike: "Why did you get this job?"

He looks down, almost like he is trying to figure out an answer. Eventually, he says: "First off, I needed the money…"

She looks at him with a wondering look, but he continues: "… And I wanted to see if you were still around."

She blushes and asks: "Why?"

"Because… You were always my favorite, and honestly, the only person I could even feel comfortable and safe around.

She smiles big at him, and hugs him again, where he hugs back.

They both suddenly shoot up to a crash outside.

Bonnie's POV

Chica is going nuts! Holy crap why won't she just leave me alone?!

"Chica calm down!"

"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"

"SHIT!" I took off running, going from one hallway to the other. I finally yelled as I was running: "WHAT DID I DO?!"

"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATEEE!"

My eyes widened in horror from that statement, so I made a quick turn, and hid somewhere. As soon as she came by, I swung a chair out and smashed it across her face.

She screamed and fell, and I ran far down the hall into the supply closet, slamming the door and locking it.

Foxy's POV

I heard a slam, which made both me and Mike jump a little. He was wondering what the slam was, so I opened the West door and peeked out. My eyes widen as I see a giant yellow Chica flying down the hallway. I jerked back in and slammed the door shut again, only to hear her pounding on a door down the hall. Curious, I open the door again and look, to see her banging on the supply door closet.

"YOU BETTER COME OUT OF THERE"

From inside the closet: "NO!"

"What the hell..." I thought out loud, wondering why Chica is trying to kill Bonnie. I just shrug it off and close the door again, looking at Mike: "Chica and Bonnie are fighting, I don't know why."

Mike shrugs, as do I, and we talk for a little while more, until my heart drops at the sudden ringing, meaning 6 AM. I sigh and open the West door, waving goodbye to Mike and ran back to my cove.

Mike's POV

Well, this night has been interesting. As I open the east door before going out the west, I think about the conversation I had with Foxy, from the abuse to why the band is trying to kill me, I realize that I'm in a world of crap. Foxy is very nice, just like I remembered as a kid, but the shit the band has put her through, its not right...

As I walked through the hall, I stopped at Foxy's door, and shrug, not knowing what to even do about this entire situation. My first instinct was to quit this job and run, but a part of me felt like I had to protect Foxy from the evils of this place, damn I wish I knew what to do.

I kept walking, now in the dining area I look at the band who is inactive on the stage. I give them an evil glare before walking out the front doors, and to my car.

The drive home was quiet, I didn't even turn my music on as the thoughts of everything tonight played in my head. When I finally got home, I didn't even eat like I usually do. I just went to my bed, and passed out.

Well, that was the 2 chapters, I know they are short, but most of this story was written while I was in school, so I didn't realize how short they originally were.

However, as the chapters keep coming out, they do get longer and longer, so I hope you guys enjoy this story!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask them in the reviews (I think that's what it's called), and I hope you all have a good day/night!

~SunWolf~