Night 4

The next evening, Blake arrived at the pizzeria, an old woman dressed somewhat like a gypsy getting out of the passenger side of the car and looking at the place. "Your energy is all over the building Blake." She said as her student unlocked the door and held it open for her, barely managing to get it shut and locked before she was tackled by Foxy in animatronic form, the older woman chuckling. "I see what you mean about the fox's affections for you my dear." She smiled as the pirate got up, helping the girl to her feet and eyeing the newcomer warily, watching as she bowed. Blake sighed, watching the others come over. "Guys, this is Diane Harris-the one I told you about." She explained, watching them shift into their other forms. Diane blinked at this transformation, realizing just how close they were to breaking free merely by her student's presence alone.

Foxy's P.O.V.

Foxy liked Diane after getting over his wariness. He could sense her power, but it was nothing like his little sorceress's. Her style of dress helped as well with him. What was really strange was when Goldie stepped forward, thin burn marks were visible above his elbows and wrists, hearing the girl cry out as she saw them as well.

Blake's P.O.V.

Blake stared at the burns, gasping. "Goldie I'm so sorry! That's from when I restrained you with the threads of light isn't it? I think I can heal them."

She started to reach over, Diane blinking. "You finally did that ability?" she asked, looking between the pair, the blonde-haired male rubbing the back of his head before explaining. "Blake had her arms out to me and I lunged at her, only to be restrained by the threads you speak of coming from her fingers." He looked at the girl, gently taking her hands. "And don't bother Blake...I want to keep them-to remember when we met and how you calmed the rage I felt."

The old woman sat down. "Well Mr. Goldie," she said. "You'd managed to help her with something I never could. I think it was because her energy knew me that she could never get that to work. I honestly thank you. Now, could someone tell me why I feel a bond between her and all of you?"

Puppet gulped, raising his mask. "She does not want to be separated from us if her attempt to free us goes wrong." He explained, feeling nervous around someone with so much power, exhaling as Diane cackled. "Oh, this is precious!" she said, watching her student groan before explaining. "Blake, they are nearly ready to break free on their own just by you being here." She looked at the others. "The last thing that must be done is for all of you to release your anger-I take it the one that harmed you so greatly is still here?"

Chica nodded, opening her mouth to explain as Blake let out a scream and clutched her head, Foxy grabbing her and trying to get her to calm down. The others moved to form a circle as the old woman flared her power, a shield settling around them her student groaned, opening her eyes and looking at the pirate holding her. "Foxy-I'm so sorry!" she reached up, setting one hand on his cheek as he glanced at the woman. "What just happened t' the lass?" he asked, holding her shaking frame close and rubbing her back.

"It was a psychic assault-basically her mind was attacked." Diane was calm, flaring her power out protectively. "I am guessing it was this 'Purple Man' that did it. We will need to do a 'Releasing'-it will allow you all to gain what you need to be free of what happened to you, but will allow you to remain should you choose. I'll need Hayley on board for this as well."

"What, if I might inquire, did Blake tell you of us?" Freddy asked, leading the way to a sitting room and watching the woman ward it from negative influences as the pirate laid Blake on the couch there, she and her teacher explaining.

~Flashback to earlier in the day~

Blake entered the bookshop, her eyes going to the two lockets for sale-both shaped like shells and she smiled. 'Should get those for Foxy and I,' she thought. 'A picture of the two of us in the cove would be perfect nestled inside.'

"Blake Belladonna," an aged voice said, an older woman in a puffy-sleeved blouse and a long skirt with tiny suns and moon adorning the bottom coming over. The girl turned, bowing low. "Elder Diane," the girl said, standing up. "I seek your wisdom in the use of my powers."

Diane Harris blinked at her student, leading her into the back and sitting her down, taking the chair across from her. "What troubles you so child that you come to me?"

Blake sighed. "It's about the place I'm working now-Fazbear's Pizza-the...the animatronics are inhabited by the spirits of those that were killed so long ago. I need to know how I can release them." She looked down. "Plus I've fallen in love."

The old woman stared, having had some nagging suspicion but no proof until now and listening to her student, grabbing a pad and taking a few notes as she did so. When the girl got to the point of where she and Foxy had basically confessed their feelings she had stopped her, getting up and going into the front, returning with a flat velvet box and handing it to her, telling her not to open it until later. Blake nodded, putting it in her bag before continuing on-detailing a bit about the interactions with the others and the fact that her boss was completely unaware of what was going on in his business magically-wise.

"It sounds like you've had an eventful few days." She said after her student finished, glancing over her notes. "I would like to meet them-that is, if it's all right."

"I told them that I might be bringing you," she replied. "They understand that I need your input on what I can possibly do for and that you may need to come so you can give me said opinion."

"Rest then Blake-I need to gather a few things that I may need and do some checking."

The girl had nodded, dozing off on the couch she had been sitting on after leaning back, the old woman bustling about for the next few hours before they had to leave.

~End Flashback~

Diane smiled as they finished, leaning back. "Blake," she said, "I need you to open that box now-if you wouldn't mind."

Blake stared at her before pulling the flat box from her bag, gently opening it and staring at the twin lockets inside before looking up, the old woman speaking. "There's a story to them." She explained. "Long ago, there was a mighty sorceress that came upon a pirate who had crashed into the rocks near her home. She took him in and helped him heal, and, against her better judgement, fell in love. Knowing he would leave her, she created these lockets, giving him one and telling him that, whenever he wished to see her, all he had to do was open the locket and she would be able to come to him for a time." She looked straight at Foxy before continuing. "The pirate, having also fallen in love with the sorceress, accepted the gift, swearing to her that 'in this life and the next, we shall be together'. It is unknown what happened to them, save that the lockets found their way back to one another. I have been unable to open them myself, but I have a feeling both Foxy and Blake can."

Blake lifted the one with the heavier chain out, gently clasping it around Foxy's neck as he did the same to her with the other. The others watched spellbound as the lockets opened, the red-headed male taking it and looking a picture of a pirate and a woman, his eyes meeting the girl's as tears slipped from her eyes. "Now I understand..." she murmured. "I felt drawn to come here-to find what was missing." She looked off, glaring at a shadowy figure outside the room, her eyes flaring gold and sending it rushing away before the glow faded, Foxy catching her gently and looking at Diane, who smiled. "Yes Foxy," she said. "You and she are those in the story-the same story you told the children."

The pirate nuzzled his love, watching her wake finally as Chica came in with pizza and soda, setting them down on the table, sitting down. The girl sat up, nibbling on a slice. "I think we're going to have to explain to Mr. Wilson about this-I could be fired for 'messing with the animatronics' like some of the others."

The reply to her comment was a chorus of growls. "He takes you from us-he dies." Freddy grated out, watching her shrink against Foxy and hearing him sigh. "He cannot send ye away-we all know it wouldn't work. Besides, methinks he has a feeling something be up about us."

Blake exhaled and looked at her teacher, watching her nod. "I'll speak to him myself my dear." She said, watching the girl doze off before setting to work, taking out a few books and explaining some of the details to the others.

~Time skip to morning~

That Mr. James Wilson was surprised to find an old woman in the pizzeria with his employee was to be expected; and, like the group had thought, he attempted to fire Blake then and there, finding himself lifted up by the front of his shirt by an extremely enraged fox animatronic. The man's eyes widened, however, when she gently touched his arm and told him calmly to put her boss down, Foxy doing as he was asked before folding his arms and standing next to her, eyeing the male with contempt as the other animatronics watched from their places. Diane took over at that point, explaining the reason why her student wanted to work there and the situation, as well as how help could be done.

James sank into a booth, blinking as Chica brought over a breakfast pizza she had made and tilted her head at him before moving back, listening to him speak. "I have to admit Ms. Blake that this does seem pretty unbelievable." He said after the older woman finished. "However, I can do so because of your actions with the pirate-he's always been so uncontrollable."

"My ability is healing Mr. Wilson." Was the reply. "I can soothe them quite easily." She took a slice of the pizza, biting into it and smiling. "They told me last night that if you tried to fire me, it would not go well-they are protective of me."

"So that's why there have been no issues-you've basically calmed them down." The man ran one hand through his hair before trying the pizza, blinking in surprise and looking at the chicken. "She's been making the pizza you've been eating I take it...this is delicious."

"Thank you Mr. Wilson." Chica said politely. "Please don't be mad at us-we just don't want to lose our friend over this."

The reply came as a chuckle, a twinkle in his eye. "Oh she's not getting fired." The girl stared up at him as he gave a wide smile. "You are going to be co-manager after all is said and done." He shook her hand. "Blake, you and your friends do what must be done-though, if you want a place to start, I would recommend checking that old spring-lock suit."

There was a growl, Freddy coming over. "Of course..." he grumbled. "He got trapped in there and died-becoming like us."

"Then all we need to do is trap him guys." Blake said, looking at them. "Then you guys get to end him. The suit should probably be burned for good measure too..."

"Don't worry about that Blake-I'll get what we need for it." James looked at the robots, seeing them in a new light before turning to Foxy. "As for you, I'll see about getting some fabric to cover up the damage-Blake can handle getting it all set."

"Thank ye sir," the fox said, setting one hand on the girl's shoulder. "But we best be leavin' that for after all is done." He watched her yawn, looking at Diane. "Can ye take her home please?" he asked. "She be needing all the rest she can get before tonight."

The old woman chuckled. "I'll take care of her Foxy." She helped Blake up, looking at them. "And please you guys-no threatening the manager in her absence."

She cackled as the animatronics began protesting, guiding her student out to her car and helping her into the passenger seat before climbing into the driver's side and taking her home. 'Blake, you always had to liven things up, didn't you? I could never understand that.'