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Night 3
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"Hey Mr. Fazbear!" Mike called to the owner of the pizzeria.
"Good to see ya." He greeted happily, cleaning up the remnants of a party. Mike approached him and examined the large amount of mess on the long table.
"Do you need any help with this?"
"I'll manage, I always do." He smiled, "Came to get ready for tonight?"
Mike nodded, "I'll be in the off-"
"Oh Mike hold up a second!"
Mike stopped and turned back to the owner, "What's up?"
"A couple of chairs are missing earlier, let me know if you see em." He pointed to a hole in the row of neatly placed chairs at a table.
"I will." Mike smiled, continuing to the office.
The security guard walked into the unusually lit-up hallway. He pictured the pizzeria's layout in his head, figuring out where he was.

This is the…West Hallway, camera two-A should be right-

Mike looked up. Sure enough, a camera hung from the roof, watching him. He shuddered, putting himself in the position of the animatronics for a moment. He looked further down the hallway and saw another one, facing a corner.
Mike felt uneasy, remembering the rabbit appearing in this very place. He paused for a moment, remembering this to be the same hallway he first saw Foxy running through. The thought made him relax a little. He turned into the small office and was immediately taken back.
Someone had placed a small table in the middle of the room, along with the two missing chairs. Birthday candles that would have spelt "Pizza Rocks" were scattered around the room. Two plastic plates and various cutlery had been neatly placed on the table along with a vase. A single fake rose sat inside it.
Mike looked around the office, unsure what to make of it all. His eyes landed on a slip of paper taped below the 'DOOR' button. Mike ripped it off.

"See you at 1am, -Foxy"

The security guard's heart began pounding a little faster. Nobody had ever so much as taken him on a fancy date, let alone set one up for him. He climbed over one of the chairs and opened the small metal box containing the breaker switch.

Another note?

He pulled the slip of paper off of the switch and read it.
"The trick is to push it in and down -Foxy"
Mike smiled and did as the note said. The heavy metal doors slammed shut, trapping him inside. He sat down in one of the seats and realized he couldn't stop smiling.

See you soon, Foxy.

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Mike leaned back in one of the chairs and idly checked the cameras. The other animatronics had failed to move from their original positions yet. He changed to Pirate's Cove. No fox. Almost immediately there was a knock on the left door. Mike quickly pressed the 'light' button to make sure it was Foxy. He was relieved to see the outline of the pirate.
After a brief struggle with the switch, Mike was able to open the doors. Foxy took a step into the light and Mike's view.
He was taken back, seeing Foxy's make shift formal attire. He wore a lightly damaged blazer of sorts along with a red tie that matched his fur. He held a pizza box in his hand.
"Wow you look," Mike paused, thinking of the word, "fancy."
Foxy laughed at the remark, "That's a relief. I think I personally would have gone with 'A Complete Mess'"
Mike closed the heavy metals doors and went to sit back down. Foxy quickly pulled the seat from under the table and presented it for Mike.
"For a pirate you certainly know a thing or two about being a gentleman." The security guard chuckled, watching Foxy quickly ignite some of the candles with a lighter.
"When did you have time to get all this together?" Mike asked, looking around the office again. The candles lit up the small room and placed it in an entirely different light than he was used to. It was peaceful. And as far as 'Pizza Rocks' candles go, romantic.
"Well, when one of the parties finished, the owner had to leave to restock on plastics cups." He explained, reaching for a small hand-held radio. He turned it on and quickly found a suitable station playing some form of jazz, "So I took the opportunity and set it all up. Is it alright?"
Mike smiled and nodded, "It's perfect."
"Glad to hear it." He said, sitting down across the small table from Mike. He reached behind him and opened the pizza box and offered the security guard a slice. Mike took it and carefully placed it on the plastic plate.
"Thanks."
"Now I know the candles aren't exactly romantic and it's no three course meal, but-"
"Foxy." Mike interrupted, "Thank you."
The pirate smiled and placed a slice of his own on a plastic plate.
The song on the radio changed to something a bit slower. Mike used the plastic cutlery to cut a bit of pizza off and looked at Foxy. He was struggling to use the knife and fork with a paw and hook.
"Y'know, you set this whole thing up. If it's too much trouble to use the cutlery, you can just eat it normally." Mike said, trying to hide a laugh.
"Are you sure?"
Mike nodded. Foxy obliged and picked up the slice with his paw and took a bite. The security guard did the same.
Mike wasn't sure what made him feel more comfortable, the music, the orange light that filled the office, or Foxy's company.
Whatever it was, Mike hadn't felt this relaxed before and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

A song came on the radio that Mike recognized. He began singing some of the lyrics to himself quietly.
"In the old lover's scene, I thought it'd be me-"
"Who helped him get home" Foxy finished the lyric. They both looked up at each other and smiled.
"You know this song?" Mike asked.
"Yeah the owner listens to this song all the time when there isn't a party. I guess I learned to love it"
"No kidding, this is one of my favorites." Mike smiled.
They both took a bite out of their pizza slices. Foxy suddenly began taking off his blazer and tie.
"Sorry, I'm a little hot in this." He explained, neatly placing it on the desk behind him.
"No that's alright. It gets stuffy in here." Mike stammered. Despite having seen Foxy without clothes on before, his heart still beat a little faster.
Foxy idly tapped his hook on the table to the song. Mike examined it as best he could in the light. The end was notably pointed despite being swung around kids. At least that's what Mike assumed Foxy did during the parties. Foxy coughed a little, grabbing Mike's attention. He realized Foxy was watching him stare.
"First the tail and now the hook." He laughed, leaning back in his chair, "You know, if you wanna get a good look at my eye patch you can just ask."
"Oh god I'm sorry I di-"
"Mike," Foxy laughed, waving his hook in the air, "It's practically my job to get stared at."
If anyone else had said that, Mike would have thought they were lying to make him feel better. But something about the way he said it put Mike at ease again.
"Besides," Foxy leaned forward, "I kinda liked it when you stared at my tail."
Mike hoped the dim lighting hid his intense blushing from the impossibly suave fox.
It didn't.
Foxy laughed to himself and grabbed another slice of pizza from the box. The song on the radio changed to something more upbeat.
"Tell ya what, if you got any questions you're afraid to ask, go ahead. Anything's fair game." Foxy said, offering Mike another slice.
"Alright," he replied, accepting it. The security guard paused for a moment to think, "So if you have to deal with those annoying brats all day, why not just leave?"
"I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about it." Foxy admitted, "But I doubt the average person would be comfortable seeing a living animatronic fox with a sharp hook."
"I was comfortable with it."
"Well you're far from average," Foxy smiled, taking a bite from the pizza, "I think it's just safer for everyone if I stay in here."
"That makes sense I guess." Mike hesitantly agreed, although he wished they could see each other under better circumstances, "Okay I got another question."
Foxy paused from eating the pizza to hear it.
"What's your relationship with Freddy's band members?" Mike asked. He quickly realized he hit a sore spot, seeing Foxy wince.
"Yeah, I could have guessed you'd ask about that." He said, putting the slice of pizza down.
Half of Mike wanted to interrupt him and say it was none of his business. His other half won out, too interested to say anything.
"Well. All of us used to get along pretty well. We even did a show together sometimes where I'd play guitar."
"Oh wow, do you still remember how to play?"
Foxy laughed, "Yeah. A little. I only knew the chords that were in 'Pizza Pirate Rock'."
"Ouch." Mike struggled to hold back a laugh.
"I never said we were good."
"Something must have happened between you guys. You and Chica weren't exactly getting along."
"Chica and I actually used to have a thing going on." Foxy admitted, it now being his turn to blush.
"Get out."
"I'm serious. We only lasted a few months before she broke it off."
"What went wrong?" Mike asked, enraptured by the increasingly interesting story, "if you don't mind me asking."
Foxy's cheerful complexion faded slightly, "There was an accident. Someone got hurt." He explained, "Freddy made her end it. He's sort of like a father to Chica and Bonny."
"I see…" Mike trailed off, "is that why she was so violent towards me?"
"Maybe," Foxy trailed off as well, "But I think it's best not to dwell on the past."
The fox's charming complexion returned, although Mike hadn't noticed it left.
"Let's talk about the future." He smiled characteristically, "For example, how many more slices of pizza we can eat before six."

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The couple entered the familiar tropical room for the third time together, holding hands. A song flowed from the small radio in Foxy's hand. They both walked slowly, not wanted to leave each other. Mike rested his head on Foxy's soft shoulder as they approached the stage. The security guard could hear the faint buzzing sounds of Foxy's complicated inner workings. He found it, coupled with his warm fur, to be relaxing.
They stopped in front of the stage, neither letting go. Mike idly kicked some of the sandy floor around.
"Thank you." He said quietly, "I had a wonderful time."
"Me too." Foxy smiled and leaned his head on top of Mike's, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
He kissed the top of Mike's forehead. They separated, both feeling instantly colder.
"Yeah." Mike walked towards the exit. He stopped in the doorway and turned around, "you know…"
Foxy quickly looked at him.
"The owner shouldn't get here for another 10 minutes or so." Mike said, slowly walking back to Foxy. He reached for the handheld radio and turned the volume up slightly.
"Maybe we could dance? Just for a little bit?" Mike smiled, "If you want to."
Foxy's tail uncontrollably wagged back and forth a little before he got it under control, "Yeah. I'd like that a lot."
He took Mike's hands and placed them on his shoulder and pulled him close. The security guard let out a small yip at the motion but quickly relaxed at the fox's familiarly soft fur.
They began rocking back and forth to the song on the radio, idly making their way across the sand-covered floor and around the room.
Mike lost himself in Foxy's arm, as he did in Mike's.

They weren't sure how much time had passed when the song came to a finish,
But they wouldn't have traded their dance for the world.

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Hey everyone. Once again I'm terribly sorry for the delay. As I promised, Night 3 is as cute as I could possibly make it.
Thanks for all of the amazing reviews you've been posting. I've tried taking some of the recommendations into consideration for this chapter, specifically the ones about detail. I'll continue working towards that for all of you. In all honesty I didn't expect this to pick up as much as it did so I hadn't put much effort into detail.

Regardless I hope you guys enjoyed Night 3 and don't worry, shit hits the fan on the fourth.

-Blur