Chica gasped happily as she quickly stood up, making her chair fall over. "Hi, Foxy! Good morning!" she called out, waving.
"F-Foxy...?" Mike whispered, feeling his heart race.
Foxy gave a hearty pirate's laugh as he jumped down from the Cove. His jaw was still misaligned and his fur was still tattered and broken, but he looked just as happy and benevolent as the other two animatronics. "Good mornin' to ye too, Chica!" he said back to her. Then he turned to Bonnie. "Hey there, Bon! How ye holdin' up?"
Bonnie's mouth was too full of pizza to answer, so he merely grinned and held up a thumbs-up.
"Attaboy, me too," Foxy said to him. Then his one-eyed gaze turned to Mike, who shrunk back nervously. "Ah, now who's this? I don't reckon I've seen him before."
Chica went over to the night guard. "This is Mr. Mike Schmidt, the security guard here!" she said brightly.
"Security guard, huh? We've never needed one of those before, since tha' Cap'n usually takes care of things...but hey! Times change, don't they?" Foxy said as he strolled over to Mike and held out his good hand (the one that wasn't the hook). "How are ye, lad? I be Foxy, Cap'n of tha' Seven Seas!"
Mike tentatively reached out and shook the fox's hand. "I-I'm good, thank you," he said, trying not to let his obvious fear show.
Foxy let go, then grinned as he sniffed the air. "Why, lassie, I do believe ye made me favorite?" he asked Chica in a joking tone.
Chica giggled as she held out the closed pizza box. "One large sausage pizza, hold the peppers!" she said happily.
"Well, I'll be darned!" Foxy exclaimed, accepting the box. "I thank ye, lassie. Ain't nothin' better fer breakfast than some of yer mighty fine cookin'!" He went over and sat down next to Mike, with Bonnie occupying the other seat and Chica across the table.
The four resumed their "breakfast", laughing and talking, and overall in good spirits. Occasionally, Mike would sneak a glance over at the Show Stage to see if Freddy ever stirred, but the bear never moved an inch from his spot. It was just strange.
He turned back to the conversation once he realized it was about him.
"Can you believe it? Mike here thought we were gonna kill him!" Bonnie was saying. The three animatronics then burst into peals of laughter. Bonnie almost fell from his chair, Chica nearly choked on her pizza, and Foxy was banging on the table with his metal paw.
"Oh, you should have seen the poor guy's face! He was whiter than a glass of milk when he saw me!" Chica said, wiping oily tears from her eyes.
"Aye, so tha' lad thinks we're creepy crawlies?" Foxy asked, with a mischievous glint in his eye. Then he turned to Mike, bearing the biggest shit-eating grin ever on his face. "So, laddie, I reckon ye aren't afraid of me, are ye?"
Mike was indeed afraid. He saw that glint, but he didn't know what the fox was planning. He could feel his heart begin to race again.
Foxy loomed closer, grinning evilly and baring his sharp fangs. He raised up his hook and held it pretty close to Mike's face. Even though Bonnie said it was blunt, it still looked sharp enough to skewer someone.
"Boo!" Foxy suddenly exclaimed, making Mike gasp and nearly fall from his chair. Then the fox started laughing hysterically, using his hand to wipe a few oily tears from his eye. "I gotcha!"
"V-Very funny," Mike said shakily as he steadied himself in the chair. He should have seen that coming. He took a few deep breaths to calm his pounding heart.
"Aw, Foxy, don't be so mean. You saw how his face looked," Chica scolded, but she still had a grin on her face.
Bonnie reached over and placed a paw over Mike's shoulder. "Mike, I don't know where you got the idea that we're robot killers," he said, "although it could have been from that one B-rated movie..."
"But we just want you to know that we're not killers, Mike," Chica said, smiling sincerely. "We're programmed to always protect our guests, never to harm them! We just want to be your friends!"
"Aye, I bet tha' lad was just afraid 'cause of me chompers and me hook," Foxy added in, chuckling to himself. "But ye don't need to worry, me matey. I just joke around, is all. Wouldn't ever think of harming ye fer real."
Mike nodded in assent, feeling a tad better now that his heart wasn't leaping in his throat. So maybe these robots forgot about them trying to tear him apart when they had that shut-down. It still didn't explain how they acted with much more sentience, or why they attacked when they did...but maybe Mike really could become friends with them. They didn't seem to have any traces of evil within their robotic bodies...
Well, at least three of them did.
"S-So...," Mike started, looking back up on the Show Stage, "What's Freddy like? I just thought I should know for when he wakes up."
The three animatronics shared a look with each other before turning to Mike. "Well, he's usually quiet," Chica started.
"Tha' Cap'n doesn't talk much," Foxy added. "Not a great one fer conversation."
"Oh, and he's serious all the time," Bonnie continued.
"He doesn't smile," Chica added.
"Or laugh. It'd be a bloomin' miracle to see him like that," Foxy piped in.
Mike nodded, taking this all in. "Is that it?" he asked, a bit confused.
Chica shrugged sheepishly. "Like we said, he doesn't talk much, and he's serious all the time. We don't really know too much about him."
"Oh, wait. He doesn't like to be touched, either," Bonnie added. "He's a guy who really likes his personal space."
"He spends a lot of time in tha' Office," Foxy said.
Chica placed her hands up in self-defense. "But it's not as bad as it sounds. Freddy may be quiet, but he really is kind. He listens to you whenever you have problems."
"Whenever a bad guy gets in, Freddy never lets him hurt any of us," Bonnie added. "He makes sure we're okay, and checks our systems regularly."
"He's carin' and protective, and he also makes sure tha' lot of us don't get too rowdy," Foxy added, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "'Cause we do sometimes. 'Tis why I call him tha' Cap'n. He deserves it."