A/N Hi everyone! Sorry for the delay! AGAIN! I am going to try to make up for it with a few new chapters! This weekend, I had a massive boost of inspiration to write, so I took advantage of it. I will try and upload a chapter a day, if at all possible. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this chapter, and as always, leave how you felt about this chapter in the reviews! It always makes my day to read a review by a reader who has taken the time to read these ramblings written by a crazy person. I hope you have a good day or night!

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Scriptorem stilis.

Chapter Fourteen

Note

He peeked into the cove. Marianne was sleeping with her head resting on Mike's lap.

Wait… Mike?!

Foxy was wondering what the night guard was doing in Pirates Cove. Quietly, he stepped inside, making sure he doesn't wake the two. Carefully, he lifted her up. She did not wake. Mike stirred slightly, but he continued sleeping.

Leaving the cove, Foxy made his way to the storage room. Setting Marianne down on the table, he flicked the switch that was located just below her head. The sound of her servos stopped, as she was shut off.

Exhaling slowly, Foxy picked up a screwdriver. He started to spin it, and a screw fell out, bounced off the table and hit the floor. Moving to the next screw, he continued. Suddenly, her arm fell off with a loud clang.

He jumped at the sound. Bending over, he picked up the bare and broken arm. Setting it on the table, he went to the next arm, and took it off. Setting down the screw driver, he picked up a wrench. He moved to the body of her endoskeleton.

Removing the first set of beams, he worked down, taking off the damaged parts.

Suddenly, a chime rang out throughout the entire restaurant, startling him and making drop a handful of cracked support braces.

A knock came at the door, before Freddy poked his head in.

"Foxy, what are you doing?" the bear questioned.

The crimson fox stood in front of the table, blocking the bears view.

"I… uh, be working on a… secret," he answered.

Freddy crossed his arms and stared at Foxy.

"Fine. But, just make sure any mess you make, you clean up!" the bear said before exciting the room.

Sighing, Foxy looked over at the bare minimum that was Marianne.

Her head was intact, but her endoskeleton was taken apart, and the structural beams were all that remained.

He had a lot of work ahead of him.

At the chime, Mike jumped up.

'6 am already?!' he thought to himself.

Looking around he remembered that he had fallen asleep in here, with Marianne. Walking out of the cove, Mike was not surprised to see the Fazbear crew on stage. They had today and tomorrow to relax, since the pizzeria isn't open on weekends.

He made his way to the front doors. Turning back, he called over his shoulder,

"See you guys tonight!"

The security guard did not wait for a response. Pushing open the door, he stepped outside into the parking lot.

Mike fumbled in his pockets for his keys as he made his way to his car. Glancing up as he unlocked the door, he noticed a slip of paper was tucked under the windshield wiper blade.

'Great. A ticket,' was what ran through Mike's head when he plucked it out.

Opening it, he found out it was not at all a ticket.

To whom it may concern.

You are to not return to Freddy Fazbears Pizza to work. You will leaves this town and never return. If you do not comply, we will find you, and dispose of you.

Mike paled after he read the note. It was not hand written, but was a collage of letters cut out from different magazines.

Slowly, he scanned his surroundings, looking for anything suspicious. Nothing seemed out of place, but he had the growing feeling that someone was watching him.

Climbing into his car, he turned around and made his way to the road. Suddenly, a man wearing a dark hoody crossed in front of him.

Mike slammed on the horn, making the man look up at him. A Cheshire grin spread across the man's face when he saw the purple security uniform.

This man was making Mike feel uncomfortable, with the way he was staring at him. Although Mike could see the figures chin and mouth, he could not see the rest as it was shrouded in shadow cast by the hood of his sweater.

Somewhere deep in Mike, a voice was screaming for him to get out of here as fast as he could.

With a quick movement of the man's arm and a flash of silver produced a .357 magnum. The black hole of the barrel was directed straight at him.

Foxy placed the support beam down, before securing it to the frame. This was the last one he had to put on, before Marianne's endoskeleton was complete. Now all he had to do was put her fur on, and replace her bad eye, and she would be repaired!

Moving to the shelfs, he rifled through a box that contained a multitude of glass eyes. Picking one up, it had a yellow iris, like Marianne's.

Walking back to the table, he picked up a pair of pliers. He gently unscrewed what was left of her left eye. A loud snap and a sudden ping startled him.

Looking closer, he realized he forgot to disconnect one wire, so he had shocked himself.

"SHIT!" Foxy exclaimed as he slammed his hooked hand down on the table.

Running over to the scraps box, he dumped it out, and searched through it, looking desperately for the same type of wire.

He had to work fast, or the white vixen will never see out of her left eye again.

Freddy looked up at the loud bang that came from the room, followed shortly by a curse muffled by the walls.

"Is Foxy alright?" Chica asked aloud, glancing at the door to the room.

Bonnie stepped down off the stage, and was heading for the door, when Freddy spoke up,

"Bonnie, Foxy wishes for some privacy. I am sure he is fine. He probably just dropped something and it rolled under a shelf,"

The bunny and chicken believed what the bear had to stay, but Freddy wasn't entirely sure.

They were disrupted from their thoughts by three rapid popping sounds. It sounded as if a mischievous child had set off some firecrackers.

"That sounded like it came from the parking lot," Bonnie muttered.

"Didn't Mike just leave?" Chica piped up.

Freddy moved to the door rapidly. Opening it, he saw a man limping away, with what looked like a gun in one hand.

Mike's car was sitting in the ditch, with three bullet holes in the windshield.

In a few seconds, Freddy crossed the parking lot and was next to the driver door.

Peering in, Freddy saw Mike, leaning on the steering wheel…

A/N Dun dun dun... Sorry guys, couldn't resit that with the cliff hanger I left you there! Anyway, I will try and upload chapter 15 tomorrow!

Again, I hope to hear what you thought about this chapter in the reviews. If you have any questions, feel free to send me a PM. I will answer all I get as soon as I can!

-Scriptorem stilis.