Author Notes:

Hello viewers! here is the 4th chapter in Mangled Memories! I recently went on a camping trip to the national park with my friends and family, I managed to climb a mountain and find a cozy spot to do some writing, I was up there for hours typing out chapters for all my stories, so with that said I hope that the peacefulness helped me concentrate and that this chapter is better quality, tell me in the form of a review! Anyway, on with the story!


-Perspective Change-

"Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life" I kept muttering over and over again. Bang Bang Bang. I looked up at the windows, I was surrounded, Bonnie on the left and Chica on the right, Freddy was the only one that hasn't moved. Bang Bang Bang. I held my hands over my ears, I looked at the tablet. 5:57. I only had 2% power left.

Bang Bang Bang.

Make that 1%.

I grabbed out my phone, opened notes, and started typing. 'Whoever finds this my name is Cameron and I'm stuffed in a suit in the back somewhere. Please tell my mom that I love her a lot, her name is Sarah Miller and she is in California somewhere on holiday' that's all I could think of. I dropped the phone and sat back and awaited my doom. The banging stopped.

I peeked my head slightly towards the window. I waited. Waited for my doom. Waited for the animatronics to come back. The lights outside turned on. I fell back and started crying, it was a mix of joy and anger. I just sat there crying until I heard another bang on the door making me jump. "Cameron, it's me!" A familiar voice yelled out. I shakily hit the door button before it slid open. Mathews face instantly turned from joy to worry. "Shit! What happened, how much trouble did they give you?" He asked comforting me.

"Fuck. You" I muttered, I was still shaking uncontrollably. I pushed him out of the way and made my way to the front door. "Will I see you later?" He asked. "Yes. I need the money and you know that" I said as I walked into the parking lot. I jumped into my car and started my journey home. I started rumbling random gibberish, mostly anger and death threats against Mathew and the animatronics.

SCREEEEEEEEE!

The sudden scream made me jump to the side, I swerved the car before slamming on the brakes, making the car behind me swerve out of the way. The driver stuck his finger up at me as he drove past. "FUCK!" I screamed as I hit my head on the steering wheel. "FUCK FUCK FUCK" I screamed, continuing to hit the steering wheel. "I've still got 3 fucking nights until my fucking paycheck" I yelled. I rested my head on the back of the seat before starting to drive again.

Later...

"Fuck, I've hit the deep end of life" I muttered as I laid down in bed. I don't even want to sleep, I was fucking 22, I shouldn't be risking my life in a fucked up kids pizzeria, I should be out with some mates getting wasted and spending our life the way we want to. I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Running. Running through the pizzeria, sets of eyes chasing me. Surrounded. Eyes everywhere. Falling. Dragged away to my doom. Stuffed in a suit, gagging for breath as the metal poles penetrated my body, wires digging into me, every bit of pain felt real. "It's me" the familiar voice rung out.

"ITS FUCKING WHO!" I gagged out.

Black.

I awoke, not to reality, but another dream, more like a lucid dream. Everything around me was white, I was floating in the middle of nowhere.

"It's me" the voice repeated.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!" I screamed.

"I can't-help-save" the voice choked out sounding like a CD skipping, like it wasn't meant to be able to do that, breaking whatever was holding it back.

"Help who! Who the fuck do I help! AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU" I screamed.

"Stay at-help-v-vi-" the voice cut out. I shot back into reality. "Fuck!" I screamed. "Answer me fucker" I screamed at my room. "Shut the fuck up" a voice yelled out from downstairs. "Vi! Who's vi?" I said, quietly this time. No response. "Goddam, I'm going insane" I whispered to myself as I laid back in bed. Drifting off to sleep, once again.

Later...

I awoke laying in my bed, drenched in sweat. A heavy thunderstorm in the distance. I had another nightmare but it was more like the first one I had other than the second one. I slowly stood up and grabbed my phone, one missed call from my mom. That was strange, we haven't talked for a while, I only saw on Facebook she recently went on holidays. I looked at the phone for a second before returning the missed call. I sat there, listening to the ringing.

"You've reached Sarah Miller, I can't get to the phone right cause I'm probably out having a party or tending to my garden, so please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible" I listened to the beep.

"Hey mum, it's Cameron, I know we haven't talked in a while but hear me out. Some bad shit is going down in my life, don't fret, I'll be fine, I just wanted to tell you that I love you, a lot." I said as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Please don't call me back, just, please don't call me back, thanks mom, for everything you've done for me, I love you a lot," I said hanging the phone up. I put it in my pocket before getting ready for work.

-Perspective Change-

Time: 11:59

I watched as the night guard walked into the building, he was shaking a lot and hugged his hands to his chest.

Night Mode Enabled. . .

I peeked out the door and around the building, the lights were already out and the cameras were lit up. I snuck through the building and over to the North Hall. I walked over to the Storage Room door. "Should I?" I thought as I looked at the door. "I need confirmation" I shrugged as I pushed the door. "Locked," I said as I stepped back. I looked over to the keycard slot, I pulled the cover off and disconnected a wire, Beep Beep.

Yeah, this place doesn't have really good security. I peeked around the darkness before walking in further. "Hello?" I called out. Silence, the only sound was my voice echoing off the wall. "Is anyone here?" I called out again. Silence. "Well, whoever you were, whoever helped me last night... thank you," I said as I started to leave the room. "Wait" I heard a really quiet voice call out. I looked around the room, "probably just hearing things" I thought as I want to leave the room again, but something stopped me in my tracks.

I saw a slight flicker from a corner, then 2 golden eyes lit up. I walked over slowly. As I got closer I could make out the shape of a badly damaged, white vixen. "You're the one the guy was talking about," I said edging closer. "You helped me last night?" I asked. The vixen nodded at me. "What's your name?" I asked.

"M-my name?" The vixen asked, seeming taken aback by my question.

"You have a name, don't you?" I asked. The vixen nodded.

"V-Vixey," she said with a slight smile.

"Why are you back here?" I asked.

The smile on Vixey's face turned into a frown as a tear rolled down her cheek before she quickly looked away and wiped it with her hand.

"It's ok, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," I said. "My names Foxy" I smiled.

"I figured that out" she replied.

"So what did you perform as, that is if you performed at all. If you don't mind answering" I asked. She looked down and seemed to start thinking.

"A-a pirate, at the previous location," she said looking back up at me.

"Really?" I asked, taken back by the fact that she was also a pirate.

"What, do ya expect me ta speak like 'tis, matey" she smiled.

"Not exactly, it's just that I'm a pirate too," I chuckled.

"Really?" She asked.

"'Tis be correct, lass, the name be Captain Foxy, sailin' the seven seas with me crew... and the daring and brave, Vixey" I smiled, my intro even sounded better with her at the end.

"Y-you... really?" She stuttered out.

"Oh, th-ank y-you CH f-CHHHHHHH" I quickly covered my ears as the deafening sound filled the room.

When it stopped, Vixey was looking to the side with her hands over her mouth, tears rolling down her cheek.

"I-I'm sorry, you can leave if you want, I don't want to waste your time," she said stepping back further into the shadows.

"No, wait, it's not your fault, it sounds like your voice box is broken," I said putting my hand on her shoulder.

"It's been broken for years" she replied.

"How long have you been here for?" I asked.

She looked back up at me, "w-what year is it?" She asked.

"According to my system, 2016" I replied.

She looked down at the ground, probably trying to do some calculations.

"29 years" she replied.

"How long have you had the chip, the one that gives you all the feelings and emotions?" I asked.

"Since 1987 so I guess 29 years as well." She replied.

"You've been back here with the chip for 29 years? That must've been torture" I said.

She looked to her side and felt her chest. "It was, you've been the first person I've talked to for at least 20 years" she replied putting her hand down.

"They usually get scared of my warped voice, it only happens if I talk too loud, so that's why I've been whispering" she replied.

I felt so sorry for her, broken voice, years of loneliness, no one to talk to. I wanted to help her, to make her how she was in 1987. But it'll be a long shot.

"Hey, I'll see you later, I'll come back tomorrow," I said starting to leave for the door.

"Really? You'll come back... to see me?" She asked, genuinely surprised.

"Of course, talk to you tomorrow," I said walking out of the room. I had an idea, but it involved breaking the number one rule Freddy has set. I started walking down the West Hall.

-Perspective Change-

I whimpered as I sat beck in my chair, the right door was closed. The power just hit 45%. A huge storm was battering heavy rain against the building, making sound a limited recourse. I looked up at the cameras and scanned through the building. A soft clink made me freeze.

I looked over to the left just in time to see a red furred animatronic standing in the doorway. I screamed and jumped back, falling out of the chair and sending the tablet flying. I quickly crawled into the corner and covered my face with my hands, awaiting my doom... that never came. "JUST FUCKING KILL ME AND GET IT OVER WITH" I yelled.

"Wait, night guard, I'm not going to hurt you," Foxy said to my surprise. "I... I need your help," he said. My body was filled with confusion, the robot that's been wanting to kill me for the past 2 nights now needs my help, the confusion was soon replaced with anger. "What?" I blurted out.

"I nee-"

"WHAT!" I screamed out at the top of my lungs as I looked up at it. The fox was looking at me in confusion. "YOUR MEANING TO TELL ME, THAT THE SAME FOX THAT WANTED TO KILL ME FOR THE PAST TWO NIGHTS NOW NEEDS MY HELP!?" I screamed out. Foxy was at a loss for words, he obviously didn't know what to say. I just broke down.

"I'VE BEEN FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE FOR 3 FUCKIN DAYS, CUT MY HAND, GOT A FUCKING HOOK STABBED INTO MY SHOULDER! FUCKED MY ENTIRE LIFE UP JUST BECAUSE I WAS A HUGE FUCK UP SINCE HIGH SCHOOL, A FUCKING FUCK UP FOR TAKING THIS JOB. ALL I WANTED WAS THE MONEY! TO LIVE MY FUCKING LIFE WITH THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF HAPPINESS, MY MUM HATES ME, MY DAD IS DEAD, I LIVE IN A FUCKING MOTEL, I HAVE NO FRIENDS, I'M SUFFERING FROM CONSTANT NIGHT TERRORS AND HALLUCINATIONS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU AND YOUR FUCKING METAL FRIENDS, ALL BECAUSE I WANTED TO LIVE MY FUCKING LIFE LIKE A NORMAL FUCKING GODAMM PERSON!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears coming from my cheek. I just broke down then and there, I curled up in a ball and burst into tears.

-Perspective Change-

I stood there at a loss for words, I was watching a full grown man breaking down into tears. It was only then that I realized the hell I've put this guy through, and every other night Guard for that matter. I felt like shit. "Please, I know I've put you through hell but I need your help, it isn't about me, it's about Vixey, I want to fix her but I need parts, you can leave the pizzeria, I can't, please, can you help me?" I asked.

The night guard looked up at me. Still crying.

"Say the name again," he asked.

"Vixey?" I asked.

"Vi. The voice wanted me to help Vixey, but could it be?" he said in realization.

"Will you help me?" I asked.

"Fuck, just fuck. I'll... I'll help you, but first, you not allowed to hurt me" he said.

"Wasn't planning on it" I smiled.

"So... fuck it, what do you want me to do?" He asked.

"Every animatronic comes with a replacement voice box owned by the original builder, if you can get Vixey's replacement one, that'll be fantastic," I asked.

"But who the fuck would be the original builder?" He blurted out.

"Ask Mr. Walker" I replied

"Fuck, I guess I have to" he replied.

"I'll see you around, night guard?" I asked.

"Just call me Cameron" he replied.

"Sure, Cameron" I replied leaving the room.

-Perspective Change-

"Yeah, what the fuck just happened?!" I thought. "I just made a fucking deal with the one thing that tried to kill me," I thought, hitting the desk. "Fuck" I yelled quickly picking the tablet up off the floor. "I forgot the other bloody animatronics," I thought as I flicked through the cameras. "Bonnie, parts & service, Chica, sounds like the kitchen, Freddy... shit" I muttered under my breath, Freddy was gone, nowhere to be seen.

I froze in my tracks when a loud laugh echoed through the building, It was the scariest thing I've heard all night. "Fuck, I'm so fucked" I muttered as I skimmed through the cameras. I almost dropped the tablet when he finally came into view, staring into the camera, black eyes with white dots, right outside the right door. I turned my head to the door, I slowly reached for my torch, I aimed it before finally hitting the power button.

SCREEEEEEEEEE!

I fell back and slammed the door, I stepped back, shaking uncontrollably. BANG! Something hit the door. BANG! It slammed again making the door dent in a bit. It was only now that I realized Freddy was trying to get in. BANG! I stepped back further, my torch dropped out of my hand. Silence. I sat back for what felt like an eternity.

BANG! Freddy appeared at the window, he smashed at it causing a small crack. BANG! The crack grew, I was well and truly fucked. After one last pound, the window shattered, millions of shards flew everywhere, I grabbed the tablet and held it close to my chest before running out of the left door, I ran as fast as my legs would carry me.

SCREEEEEEEEEE!

Bonnie jumped from the shadows, the sudden burst made me lose balance and trip. I felt a cold, metal hand grab my ankle, I screamed in pain as the hand held tighter, I felt a break, the fucking thing broke my ankle. Bonnie started to pull me back towards the office. I yelled in pain as I grabbed my baton, I jumped forward and slammed the baton into the side of its head, it screeched in pain and let my ankle go, why it didn't deactivate like Foxy did was beyond me.

I jumped to my feet and started limping down the corridor. I heard the all deafening sound of clinking as the animatronic returned its vision on me. I tried to go faster but my broken ankle wouldn't allow it. I felt a cold hand grab the side of my face, before slamming my head into the wall. My vision went blurry, I could just make out the glow of the animatronic's eyes.

I swung, missed and almost lost my balance and dropped the tablet in the process. I took one last hit and slammed it square on the side of the head. It stumbled back and to my luck fell over, I felt the side of my head, blood. It wasn't long until I would black out, I made my way down the hall. I had to get out of the open, I tried opening the closest door, locked like the Storage Room.

I stumbled for my key card, if the animatronics caught me pass out here I'd be done for. I pushed the card in. Beep Beep. I pushed in before tripping over my own feet, my vision was going fast. I got up and slammed the door shut before locking it. I looked around the room with the little vision I had. The wall had an ocean painted on, one side had a big brown ship painted as well, the floors were covered in chairs with a small, wooden stage up the front, with the all too familiar, purple curtains. I stumbled forward and blacked out.

-Perspective Change-

I heard some of the chairs scrape forward, followed by a loud thud. I pulled the curtains aside and peeked out. On the ground was Cameron, he laid on the ground unconscious with a small trickle of blood on his head. I stepped off the stage and slowly walked past the chairs to the passed out guard. "Cameron" I whispered as I kneeled down next to him.

I could hear breathing, he was still alive, just unconscious. I picked him up around the waist and dragged him back behind the curtains. I laid him down and looked him over. "I've killed so many night guards in my life, for once I want to help this poor kid, even, maybe, somehow make a friend, but that would be a long shot," I said as I looked him over. I took my hand and felt over his body, there were some bruises on his stomach, I kept sliding my hand over his legs, "that's not good" I whispered as I felt an unnatural bend in his ankle.

It was broken, badly broken. "This poor guy needs medical attention, I have no idea how to attend to his injuries," I thought as I looked at him. I thought back to Vixey. "She helped me, she repaired my arm, maybe, by a long shot, she could probably help him too," I thought, turns out I'd be visiting her sooner than I thought. "It's worth a try," I thought as I picked him up. I put him over my shoulder, he was surprisingly light for a man his age. I unlocked the door before peeking out into the doorway, the others weren't anywhere to be seen.

I quickly but quietly ran across the room before ducking down the North Hall. I sighed in relief as I reached the door, I put the guard on the ground before grabbing his card and unlocking the door. I dragged him inside before shutting it behind me, I didn't get caught. "Vixey, are you here?" I called out quietly. Silence. "Vixey, please, I need your help" I called out quietly again. I saw as two eyes flickered on from the corner.

"Y-you came back?" She whispered.

"Of course I did, but I need your help" I replied, I saw her eyes look down at the night guard before looking back up at me, fright on her face.

"No no no," she said quickly, "I heard what you all do to the night guards, I don't want to hurt him," she said crawling back to the shadows.

"No, I've put that behind me, I need you to help him, he passed out but he has some bad injuries" I replied.

"oh...w-well... Bring him over here" she replied. I did as she asked and dragged the guard over to Vixey. When I got close she crept over before checking him over, she ran her hand over his body before checking the mark on his head.

"A fractured ankle, we're going to need a splint for that, and he has a concussion. It's split open so we're going to need some string and a needle, also some cloth to cover it up" she said getting up, she walked over to various crates and boxes before coming back with the items she needed, I watched as she slowly sewed the split close with the string and needles, "It'll have to do for now" she said, rather focused.

She wiped up the blood around the wound with some cloth before grabbing another one and covered it, she held it over and taped it into place. "Now the leg," she said as she grabbed a thin piece of wood, she felt over the wound once again before taping the wood into place. "It'll do for now," she said as she stepped back and admired her work. "Will he be alright?" I asked.

"Should be fine" she replied.

-Perspective Change-

Later...

"Fuck, what happened" I muttered as I woke up, I looked around. I wasn't in Pirate's Cove anymore but a large, dusty storage room. I felt my leg, there was some sort of makeshift splint attached to it. I felt the mark on my head. It was stitched up and covered with a cloth.

"The fuck" I whispered to myself as I turned over. I was introduced with two pairs of glowing, animatronic eyes. "NO NO NO!" I screamed as I crawled back, I covered my face and waited.

"Don't be afraid, we're no going to hurt you, night guard" I heard a quiet and slightly glitched female voice say, it didn't sound like the other animatronic's voices, the sound was more staticky.

"It's true" I heard another voice say, this one I recognized as Foxy's voice.

"No, it's a trick" I uttered out of pure instinct.

"We would've killed you by now if we wanted," Foxy said.

"They're right," I thought. I slowly turned my head to face them. To the left was Foxy and to the right was a badly damaged, white, female fox, or a vixen, which would be a more proper name.

"Whoa, you look terrible" I accidentally thought out loud. The vixen looked down and rubbed her arm, I could've sworn I saw a tear roll down her cheek.

"No, no wait, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry" I blurted out, feeling bad for the mean comment I just made.

"No, it's true, I'm badly damaged, sorry if I frightened you" she uttered.

"No, I'm sorry, this isn't a way to introduce myself" I muttered as I crawled closer on my knees. "Please, tell me your name," I said, she looked up at me and wiped a tear from her eye.

"My name's Vixey" she smiled.

"Vixey, this is who the voice wanted me to help," I thought. "I'm Cameron" I finally replied. "Thank you, so much!" I smiled.

"For what?" She replied in confusion.

"For helping me" I replied with a smile.

"You should be thanking Foxy, he brought you here" she replied.

"But you helped him" Foxy added in.

"So thank you for that" I smiled making Vixey smile back.

"Wait, what time is it," I asked.

"My system says 5:48" Foxy replied.

"Could I stay here for a bit? Get to know you, both of you?" I asked. Vixey seemed taken back by the question, she looked at me with a surprised look on her face.

"G-get to... get to know me?" she stuttered out.

"Yeah, you" I smiled.

"O... ok" she smiled as joy overcame her body.