A/N: Hi guys! I'm back with one more chapter-and one less digit. Yup, Foxy cut off my right pinky. It got sewed back on and I can use it again, but that's not the point... Anyway, enough of my blood loss caused babbling, here's chapter six! (oh, and when I say Chica, Bonnie or Freddy, I'm talking about the Toys)
"Emma, Chica's already moved... damn, 12:03? Not even five minutes and they're already moving!"
"Don't worry Mike, just check the cameras. I need to know if any get close so I can shut the doors." Emma was worried. It was night four-by this time most of the nightguards were dead-but with her and Mike helping eachother, they had mad it. Now though, it was the most dangerous part of the week: the last two days. All of the animatronics were incredibly active, and Freddy usually moves as well-from her experience of survivor accounts not that there's many she thought, Freddy was not to be messed with. She was snapped out of her thoughts by an update from Mike "Bonnie's gone too, they're both in the party room. Foxy's peeking his head out the curtains, and Vixxey's almost at the top of the mast-she'll be in the vents soon..." he shared a look with Emma- they hadn't really came to a decision about what to do about the vulpines. "Shit, Chica's near the door!" Emma hit the door light and a split second the door button itself. Staring creepily in was the yellow bird. "Ha! Piss off, Krazy Fuckin' Chicken!" Emma laughed. Chica turned to stomp away as the door light was switched off.
The phone started ringing again. "A bit late, isn't it?" Mike asked, only getting a shrug from Emma.
"Umm, hello? I... I 'm having a bit of a bad night tonight and err... may not be around to send another message tomorrow..." banging could be heard in the background. "Err, I'm just glad that... I got to do these recordings for you, I hope they helped..." Mike and Emma were getting more and more worried-they both suspected that the 'Phone Guy' was working the same job while recordings. A groaning noise could be heard alongside the banging. "Umm, listen... could you go to the back room at some point and check in the heads? I always wondered what was in them..." A tune started in the background and Emma gasped-that was the sound that Freddy played when he was about to get the guard! "Well, this is your 'Phone Guy' Matthew Jones, signing off... Oh no." The recording ended with a demonic sounding screech. Mike couldn't believe it: The Phone Guy, who'd managed to survive the place for six months, had been caught. He looked over at Emma, who was crying. "Matt... Oh God, Matt..." she was openly sobbing now-Mike did a quick check on the cameras before walking over to her "Did you know him?" he asked. All he got was a nod-she was stopping her crying, but didn't trust herself to speak without sobbing again. Mike put his arms around her, speaking quietly "Hey, maybe he made it out! He sounds smart, he probably-" Emma shook her head "No... I don't... He can't of done..." She stood up breaking her contact with Mike. "We should concentrate on getting through this night alive" she said, a cold edge to her voice "It's too late for Matt, so let's focus on the animatronics" Mike stood up-she might have been putting on a brave face and steeling her voice, but her emerald eyes told him of the torment she was going through.
Mike checked the cameras, seeing that the time was 1:23. Something was off-the Toys were all on stage. "Emma! Take a look at this." he said, handing her the tablet. She frowned as she looked at it, watching for a full two minutes with no movement from the animatronics. "That's strange... They never go back to the stage..." as she said this, a dull metallic thudding noise could be heard. "Mike! Vixxey's in the vent." She picked up the flashlight and stood as far back in the room in case she misjudged Vixxey. "Let's hope I'm right about her" Emma said, giving Mike a nervous smile. They listened as the banging got louder-Mike swore he heard an 'ow' coming from the vent until Vixxey reached the end of the vent... And fell through the cover, landing in a white and pink heap. As she was getting up, Mike noticed she was wearing white pants (baggy, in true Pirate style) and a pink vest-wait, why is she wearing clothes? Mike thought. Emma pointed the flashlight at the white Vixen before saying "If you take even one step near us, I'll flash this so many times it'll fry your circuits, now tell us-" she was cut off by Vixxey's short laugh "haha! Circuits! Funny... The Toys have them, but-"
"Crap!" Mike said, lunging for the tablet before frantically checking the cameras-the Toys were all on stage. "I forgot to check on them." Another laugh from Vixxey "Don't worry, sweetie, Foxy's made it perfectly clear that we are not to be disturbed..." Mike checked the Pirate Cove camera, seeing Foxy stood at the bow of the mock ship. Emma spoke up "Why aren't you killing us? You've killed all theother guards!" She stopped for an answer. Vixxey sighed before speaking. "Actually... I've only ever killed one person" Emma pointed the flashlight "But it was an accident!" she added quickly, Emma gave her three flashes anyway. Vixxey screeched, covering her eyes with her paws (that looked more like a human hand, only furry) A split second later, a red blur arrived in the room, stopping between Vixxey and the two guards. Foxy was wearing baggy brown shorts and no shirt. He saw the flashlight in Emma's hand and growled, taking a step towards her. "Foxy, STOP!" he stopped dead in is tracks looking at Vixxey as she struggled to her feet. "It's not her fault, just... Go back to the Cove please." Foxy looked at Mike and Emma, giving another growl before sprinting out of the left door. Vixxey looked at the two guards. "Don't worry about Foxy, he's just a bit over protective... It's why I left him... Anyway, best not leave him on his own too long, or he'll probably pick a fight with the toys..." She took a deep breath. Simulated breathing now? Mike thought. Vixxey saw the shocked look on his face "Yes, I can breathe! Which brings us onto what I wanted to tell you... Me and Foxy... We're not animatronics... We're living beings-"
"Fuck off! You can't be!" Mike showed his disbelief by interrupting, while Emma just stared at the vixen dumbstruck. "Yes we are... Here" she stepped over to Mike and put his hand on her cheek. He could feel heat... But how? Vixxey removed his hand before continuing "The Toys were an attempt by Fazbear Co for... Well... I have no idea-" Mike and Emma both groaned at this. "But..." Vixxey continued "they are based off us." She was now leaning over the desk, revealing something that Mike decided he didn't want to see-making him stare at her face instead of her chest. I'd rather she think I'm a weirdo than a perv he thought. However, Vixxey noticed and smiled "please don't stare, Mike, or I'll have to get Foxy!" She laughed at his face going pale at the mention of the red fox "I'm kidding Mr Mike! I did it so that you'd look. You passed the test so congratulations! You're not a pervert, unlike that dick Tim..." Her face darkened for a moment before she started talking again "Well, thanks for listening! Maybe I'll come and talk tomorrow, IF you don't flash that damn torch at me. Au revoir!" With an athletic jump from her powerful legs, she was in the vent, crawling back to her ship. Mike looked at Emma. "Well... That whent well."
Nothing much happened for the rest of the night apart from the two foxes going into the ship's cabin and not coming out again. The Toys moved around on stage, appearing to be in heated conversation, but not once did they leave the stage. The bells sounded as 6AM arrived, the two guards standing up and stretching. "Alright Emma! I guess it's back to my house!" She nodded in response. Mike was surprised that she could do anything, since they'd heard her... Friend? Encounter almost certain death. "Emma, look at me." He said, turning her by the shoulder to face him "I... I'm sorry about Matt... We'll talk about it when we get home, you know, if you want to..." He got another nod from Emma. "Anyway..." he said, opening the passenger door for Emma "Just one more night, and we can leave Freddy Fatbear behind!" This got a smile from Emma, one of her cute-NO! Don't think like that! and they both drove the twenty minute journey back to Mike's house.
Chapter six is now DONE! Hope you guys liked it! Anyway, I finally beat the trend of Emma telling Mike something bad whenever he suggests leaving! Then again, if they end up talking about Matt, then I guess that is bad... Damn it! And Matt is the minor character mentioned in the summary, not Emma (cos she's here to stay! Hopefully...)
This MattyJones, Signing Off!
