A/N Hello everyone! My goodness, I never anticipated the landslide of reviews I received for this story. I will answer your questions now!

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Chapter Ten

Chumming The Water

"What did Freddy want?" Mary asked Foxy as he stepped into the cove and drew the curtains shut.

"He wanted be wanting to know if I had anythin' if I had some memories of the man who hacked me,"

"Do ye?"

"Aye. More than I would tell him, though,"

"Why, Foxy? I thought he be a friend, I thought ye trusted him,"

"But this matter, tis personal. I will make that bilge rat wish he was never born,"

Mary smiled. She liked his spirit, but how could he do anything against this threat?

"How do ye plan to accomplish this goal?" Mary asked the fox.

"In order to attract a shark, ye need to chum the waters first,"

"What, or who, are ye planning on using for bait?" Mary questioned, restraining alarm.

"Meself, of course. If he wanted me out o' commission, than he would want be apt to try again, and try to ruin me,"

"Isn't that, well, risky?"

"Aye, but what would life be without some risk? Pretty borin' if ye'd ask me,"

The clock read five am. Honestly, this night had just been one of those weird nights.

Checking the camera, he saw that Bonnie was tuning his guitar on stage while Freddy was working with his microphone.

A pair of hands were laid on his shoulders as a voice floated from behind him, that deep voice, trying to sound seductive,

"Are you ready for Freddy?"

Mike screamed as he spun around, his face warm.

"Don't you get it?! I am NOT a faggot like you! So would please leave me the f*** alone?!"

"Ow, those words hurt," Goldie sniffed.

He covered his empty eyes, and began to shake.

Mike could hear the yellow bear was sobbing loudly.

Now that he thought of it, he had been a little mean to the bear. It wasn't his fault he liked men instead of girls, was it?

"Goldie, I am sorry. It's just that you had scared me, so I reacted on impulse," Mike apologized.

Goldie looked at him, his empty eye sockets piercing into his soul. This was making Mike uncomfortable.

"I forgive you Mikey poo," Goldie said as he wiped his nose on his forearm.

Then, Goldie vanished into thin air.

"I really don't like him," Mike breathed.

Unbeknownst to him, he actually felt the contrary towards the bear.

"Bonnie, do think you are ready for today's show?" The bear asked the purple bunny.

"I do. Are you sure you can sing that song? The Candyman?" Bonnie questioned Freddy.

Freddy tapped his microphone before laughing into it. The dining room echoed with his deep laughter.

"I wonder if Mike could hear that?" Bonnie inquired.

"Oh probably," Freddy chuckled, a grin spreading across his face.

The kitchen door opened and the yellow chicken stepped out, carrying two large stacks of paper plates.

She walked around the tables, placing one in each place where a child shall sit in a few hours.

"Chica, need some help?" Bonnie asked, leaning his guitar against the wall.

"That would be nice," Chica said, placing down another plate.

Bonnie walked over to the chicken and took a stack from her outstretched hand. He walked around the room, setting plates down on the tables.

As soon as the last plate was set in its place, the whole restaurant chimed with a bell, signaling the it was six am.

Mike came striding down the hall, carrying his hat in his hand.

"Hello Mike, how was your shift?" Freddy asked the guard as he passed the stage.

Mike didn't even look at him, but had raised his left hand, and the only finger sticking up was his middle. He walked out of the restaurant, and got in his car, and drove home.

"What was that all about?" Chica questioned, unhappy about the gesture Mike had displayed.

"I am guessing it had something to do with Goldie," Freddy said.

"What tale shall we tell them today?" She asked, resting in his embrace.

The fox hummed to himself in thought, trying to figure out what they would do for a story for the children.

"How 'bout the one where one of how we escaped a kraken?"

"Aye, twould make a mighty tale for the wee ones to hearken to," Marianne agreed.

The two looked each other in the eye before kissing gently. They had been together for four days, and were already in love with each other.

"Ye be a proud beauty lass," Foxy sighed as he kissed her forehead.

Mary nuzzled closer to Foxy. He can be a fearsome being, but to her, he is kind, warm and soft.

She wondered what Foxy would do if something had happened to her. She would have to pity the poor soul to induce Foxy's rage.

Foxy raised his left hand and began to stroke her head, the way you would stroke a cats. She leaned into his hand, relishing the contact.

"Ye be softer than a kitten," Mary muttered as her hand drew a circle on his chest.

"And ye be smoother than silk,"

Together they lay there, until Freddy knocked on the wall outside the cove, to let them know it was quarter to ten. Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria opens at ten o'clock in the morning.

In unison, the two foxes got ready for their show, preparing all the props, dressing in the attire they had set out for this show, and stood behind the curtains, waiting for the time when they would show.