Pirate Pranks [Overly Affectionate Animatronics – no pairings]
Frustrated or just plain creeped out by the very robots he'd been hired to watch over, the guard had been avoiding the bots ever since he got that blasted mask. Foxy, Mangle and the Marionette could tell it was him, and at least were able to assure the others that they still had a night guard. Just one that wasn't interested in spending time with them. Now this didn't bother the animatronics too much, but there was one thing that Foxy couldn't abide and that was a night guard that couldn't be bothered with doing their job. So after catching him sleeping on the job all week, he concocted a plan with his first mate.
"Avast ye scurvy cur! They'll be no skivving yer duties on our ship!"
"N-now wait a minute!" The night guard squirmed in Foxy's grip, struggling to get free as he was dragged down the hall. Squirms and protests aside, the old pirate bot had no trouble taking the guard to face his fate, especially since he'd tied the guard's hands behind his back with a cord from one of the old party banners. Hefting the guard over his head he climbed up and dropped him on a platform that definitely wasn't supposed to be there.
"T-t-t-time to w-wal-kk the p-plaaank!" The Mangle crowed, dropping down from the ceiling behind the guard, a cutlass held in one of her hands.
Looking down, the guard could now see he was standing on a makeshift plank set up over the ball pit, one that had to be a good five or six feet above the ball level. They had actually made a freaking plank.
"This is ridiculous! I'm the security guard!"
Foxy's eye patch flipped up, allowing him to stare the guard down with both eyes. "And a poor excuse of one at that! Fallin' asleep on duty."
"You can't do this to-" the guard's protests were cut off with a startled yelp as Mangle poked him in the butt with her sword. His body involuntarily lurched away from the prod at the cost of his balance and, unable to use his arms to rebalance, he tumbled into the ball pit.
Unlike water though, the balls did not make a mighty wave as they'd hoped, instead the guard simply stopped short, stuck in the balls like it was the world's largest bean bag chair. Ah well, it was still a good show.
Staring up at the pirates his face burned red as the broken foxes laughed maniacally. With a lot of squirming around and a bit of luck, the guard was finally able to get his feet on the bottom of the ball pit and stand. He waded to the exit and stumbled out, a few of the colorful balls following in his wake. A dark scowl on his face as he stomped back to the security office to wait for his shift to end.
He'd had it with the robots' shenanigans, after tonight he was filling a complaint about the "conditions" that he endured thanks to the animatronics. Either they moved him off the night shift or he'd quit.