3:30am
Freddy watched as the lights faded yet again. The voices didn't even bother to talk to him, only submerging him into darkness yet again.
When he woke up, Foxy was glaring at him like he killed someone, Mikey was staring at him like he was crazy, and he was on the floor, hat on the ground next to him.
"What did I miss?" He asked, putting his hat back on his head and straightening his bow-tie. He noticed the voices weren't there. Foxy walked up, and Freddy swore he saw his eyes flicker.
"This lad here," he began, pointing at Mikey. "Hacked into our boss's computer and figured out what makes us go bump in the night. Decided to help us out, and got me to stop you." Freddy was shocked at this. The others were terrified of him when he was, well, what he was during the power outages.
"How did he manage to get you to do that?" he asked. Foxy sighed.
"The lad used his puppy-dog eyes me!" He explained. Mikey smirked.
"My secret weapons," He said in a fake serious tone of voice. Freddy laughed. Mikey scratched the back of his head nervously. "You guys think you could turn on Chika and Bonnie's chips?" He asked. Freddy smiled warmly.
"Of course we will. Right? He gave a look to Foxy, who nodded and waved him off. Mikey smiled.
"Alright, meet me in the office when you're done, k?" he said. The two nodded and then went their separate ways. Freddy sighed as soon as the others were out of sight.
This was going to be a long night.
4:00am
Mike waited impatiently at his desk, fingers tapping repeatedly on the wood. In truth, he was afraid.
You could've died
A voice whispered in his head, tone smooth but dangerous. It was right. Freddy would've killed him. The thought made him shudder.
You would've gotten hurt here again.
The hell?! He'd gotten hurt here before? The voice was silent, as though forcing him to figure out himself. Just then, the others came around. They waved.
"Freddy, did I ever get in an accident here before?" Mike asked. The four froze, surprised at the question.
"You don't remember?" Foxy asked, sounding… scared. Mike nodded.
"You ever heard of the bite of '87?" Freddy started nervously. Mike nodded again. The phone guy had mentioned it, after all. "Well, one of us had our AI chips accidentally turned off during the day and…" Freddy trailed off.
"You bit someone," Mike finished, noticing how all of them flinched. His scalp burned, worse than ever before, and he screamed, falling onto the floor. Instantly, memories passed through his head.
"Foxy!" He ran to the mechanical pirate with glee. The fox in question smiled at the boy.
The others were running in, Foxy in front, concern written on their faces, as Mike continued to scream in agony.
"I love you." The fox growled, glaring at him.
"Foxy?"
Crunch.
The scars hurt even worse now, like he was being torn apart, bitten all over again.
"MIKEY!"
"...lost his frontal lobe…lucky to be alive…never be the same again."
Foxy?
The pain lingered, the fear still there. Mike backed away from the others. His fear morphed into anger.
"YOU!" He screamed, eyes shining with pain, betrayal, and hurt as he pointed at Foxy. "YOU DID THIS!" Foxy lowered his ears in shame.
"Lad, it was a malfunction! I never wanted to hurt ye," Foxy pleaded.
He hurt you. BETRAYED you. Cursed you with pain.
The voice was back, egging on his anger, his hurt. Scars burned with memory, stitches a forever reminder. Mike listened to the voice. After all, it was the one who told him first, right? Mike growled. How dare Foxy think he could be forgiven, just like that. Darkness danced on the sides of his eyes, clouding his vision, filling him with terrible rage. "Mikey?" Foxy asked, worried.
He needs to PAY!
Darkness consumed him as the voice continued.
For the second time that night, Mike pounced.
4:30am
Foxy had never felt this much horror than right now, as Mikey relived the bite all over again, screaming a yelling, pulling at the scars that adorned his head.
My fault.
Mikey scooted away from him and the others, whimpering in pain and fear. Wide blue eyes stared straight him, narrowing into a glare. Mikey screamed at him, saying he hurt him.
He's right.
"Lad, it was a malfunction! I never wanted to hurt ye," He begged the boy, trying to get him to understand.
What? That you almost killed him?
Mikey growled. That scared him, especially when his eyes flickered to something dark. He called out.
"Mikey?"
This time, there was no mistaking the black eyes that stared at him this time as Mikey bared his teeth at him. The lad pounced, lunging at his throat. The others immediately sprang into action, Freddy grabbing Mikey in his giant paws, while Foxy remained frozen.
Mikey?
The lad in question howled at screeched and squirmed in Freddy's hands, desperate to get out. Then, after a few moments, his eyes flickered back to blue and he fell limp, passed out. Freddy stared at Foxy for a moment, before laying Mikey down gently on the floor.
"Foxy, we have a problem."
5:00am
Freddy watched in horror as Mikey pounced at Foxy, eyes dark and angry. He immediately grabbed the boy around the waist, cringing at the way Mikey squirmed and clawed at him, desperately trying to get to his prey. His black eyes flickered to blue once more, and he became limp in his hands. Freddy set him down gently.
"Foxy, we have a problem," he said. Foxy rolled his eyes.
"Oh, I didn't notice," He snapped back. Freddy sighed. Bonnie spoke up.
"Didn't you bite him when you had your animal instincts on? Maybe you gave him some, since you bit him on the head, and brain," Foxy glared at the mention of the bite, but scratched his head in thought at the theory.
"Seems like a reasonable conclusion," Freddy said, nodding his head to Bonnie in thanks. The bunny smiled with pride. Chika raised her hand.
"You think I could make him a pizza again? That way he can eat it and we can explain things when he wakes up," She offered. Freddy nodded, and she skipped away, pots and pans clanging as she made it to the kitchen. Foxy sighed.
"That chicken thinks everythin' can be solved with pizza," He said bitterly. Freddy sighed as well.
"Yes, but she means well, so who are we to stop her," He replied. Foxy smiled fondly.
"True," He said, looking down at Mikey with concern, who was groaning, before he opened his eyes. "Mikey?" Foxy asked. Mikey looked up to see Foxy looking down on him, and his eyes widened.
The first thing he did was scream.
5:30am
Mike felt as though he was underwater, floating while voices and sounds were muffled above him. Everything was black, with cold chills. Light came in, and he opened his eyes. He froze.
Standing over him was the large figure of Foxy the pirate fox.
He screamed.
"Mikey! Calm down!" Foxy yelled at him, backing away quickly. Mike was so confused. What had happened? The memories hit fast, reminding him of they did tonight.
AI chips.
'87
Foxy.
"You guys better get back to your spots. It's almost six. Though, I guess that doesn't matter for you, Foxy." He spat out the name as though it was garbage. Foxy looked hurt, but walked away with the others. Mike put on his hat, covering the scars that plagued him for so long. He wanted to remember the accident for years.
Now he just wanted to forget.
6:00am
Mike walked fast out of the restaurant. Noticing the pizza with his name on it, he smiled warmly at Chika before picking it up and leaving. He come back tomorrow, if only for the pay. He was absolutely done with Freddy's.
OKAY! I might not write as fast anymore, since school is starting up. Probably a chapter a week, K?
~Kitkat1003 ;)
