Five Nights, One Foxy Chapter 23

A/N: Hey guys!

Thank you all for being so patient with this delay. We had to put one of our dogs to sleep on Friday and I honestly didn't feel like writing this for a while. ;-;

iStormy: Wut '-'

Bubble: No humans will be harmed for now. I need them all for later. :3

AnonymousPotatoe: Don't worry, no humans will be killed...yet...hee hee...

SoManyOCs: Jeremy is there for a reason, I didn't just put him in the story for fun. :3 And I see you changed your profile pic. ;)

Olivers shadow: People really do hate Balloon Boy, don't they? Killing him off was very satisfying. :3 Then again it's always fun to kill off people...

Tigersfury: Omg yes the bu'kuts XD

CoolBean: Yep that was BB alright :)

Yay: There will be plenty more murders before it ends, don't worry :3

Cupcake12321: Bonnie scares everyone. Even Scott himself! XD

Destryoric: OH NOES JJ Y U DO DIS?! D:

Icetail of WindClan - Meta-If: Indeed ;)

Zaxla: Thank you! I'm glad it was gory enough...for an animatronic at least. I especially liked the part with the eyeballs XD

Fight4Whales: Aww thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying it! :D

mrsatern100: Lol :P

VIDEO TECH SCORPION: I'm sorry about your relative :( But death in real life can be a motivation if you apply it right. It can inspire you to do more in life. :)

November 26, 1998 6:04 AM

I stared at Jeremy in astonishment. "You were the security guard?"

"Eeyup." Jeremy noticed us looking at him funny. "What? Do I look too old to deal with a bunch of robots?"

We suddenly felt very awkward.

"Tell ya what, I was quite the athlete back in my day!" he said, chuckling. "Age ain't gonna slow me down!" I relaxed a little, seeing that he was just joking around.

"Now, which one of ya is the night guard?" he continued.

"That's me," I replied, raising my hand.

Jeremy pointed at Mike. "Then who's this? Your boyfriend?"

"No!" we both cried indignantly. Despite myself, I felt the heat rising to my cheeks.

The older man's eyes twinkled. "No need to keep secrets from me, girlie. Teens these days. So touchy."

"We're not...in that kind of relationship," Mike explained.

"Mmhmm. Suuuure."

I rolled my eyes. There was obviously no point in trying to explain it to this guy. "Why are you even here?"

"Oh, I just wanted to check up on the place. I see they put doors in," he answered, glancing down the hall. He then looked back at the remains of Balloon Boy. "I see they kept the older models as well."

"We actually didn't know they were still here until last night," Mike said.

Jeremy raised his eyebrows. "How's ol' Bon Bon doing? He still look like a girl?" He looked off towards the kitchen. "I've always been fascinated by how he can call himself 'handsome' with that clown makeup on."

"You've talked to them?" Mike asked in astonishment.

"Of course! They ain't half bad during the day. 'Specially Mangle, bless her robotic soul. Couldn't catch a break with the kiddies, ya know?"

I nodded, feeling slightly guilty that I was one of the kids that sometimes enjoyed tearing her apart and putting her back together.

"How them others doing? Did Bonnie get his face back?" Jeremy asked.

"Yeah. Almost killed me on Night 2," I replied bitterly.

The old man scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Surprises me. He was never that much of a talker. Then again, he did lose his face." He let out a wheezy laugh.

"Well, I better mosey along then," he continued, checking his watch. "My wife wants me to make the potatoes for tonight."

I realized that I had completely forgot that it was Thanksgiving that day. With the security guard job and the idea of possibly getting killed, I hadn't had much time to think about it.

"We should probably get going too," Mike said. "My mom is going to be so mad if I don't help her with dinner tonight."

"Well then, you lovebirds take care," Jeremy replied, waving to us as he turned to leave.

"We're not lovebirds!" I called after him, but he was gone.

Mike looked around at the masses of oil dripping from almost every surface and the hundreds of fractured robot parts. "Should we...clean this up first?" he suggested.

"I-I'll ta-take care o-of it, lad," a voice called from behind us. We spun around to see Foxy peeking out of his curtains, his yellow eyes gleaming in the weak morning sunlight.

"Are you sure? You're basically mopping up your own species," I remarked.

"I-I-I ne'er li-liked t'at Balloon L-Lad a-anyway-way." Foxy smiled the best he could with his broken jaw.

"Thanks Foxy," I said, grinning. "We totally owe you one."

We waved goodbye to Foxy as we left the pizzeria, tracking oil footprints onto the concrete. A third set of footprints led to a now empty parking space, and I guessed that they were Jeremy's.

It was when we got into Mike's car when I remembered that I was going to have to face my mom again.

A/N: And done! Yay! :D It was so fun to write Jeremy's dialogue! I don't even know why! (^w^)