Sorry I'm uploading so much. I'm just super excited! *looks at clock* Uh, well, er...yeah, I gotta go to bed. Who knows? Maybe I'll post another chapter when I awaken from my slumber? I hope you all like! Reviews are greatly appreciated, as this is my first story on and a WIP (Work In Progress)! Imma stop talking now so you can enjoy my story that has horrible pirate talk and so I can go to bed! Goodnight!

I'd never heard him speak anything other than something part of his skit. I stared at him for a second, and he stared back.

When I heard a deep laugh from far away, I jumped up. I gulped, and advanced towards Foxy.

"We go te' Pirate's Cove," he told me. I walked out and down the hall and knew that Foxy was following behind me.

I got up onto the stage of Pirate's Cove and went behind the curtains and Foxy followed, closing the curtains behind us. I was still frightened and shivering.

"Ar' ye' okay, lassie?" he asked in his pirate voice.

I nodded. "Ye-yeah, Chica just startled me. I may have a few bruises from falling down though."

It stayed quiet for a few moments before I spoke again.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"Kill ye'?! W'at an absurd question! I'd neva' kill! Besides, why kill ye' w'en ye'r repairin' me?" Foxy grinned, or at least, tried to.

"Then why are they trying to kill me?"

"Aye, t'ey t'ink 'tis a 'fun game'…"

"Awful…I feel awful for you. You've probably been out of service for so long and you have to deal with them. Say, another question, do you not think me as an endoskeleton?"

Foxy chuckled lightly, "Nay, I may be rundown, but I am smarta' t'an t'em. Wha' endoskeleton would repair ano'er?"

I slightly nodded. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was only three o'clock. Three more hours to spend in here.

I sat down by the treasure chest, still a little bit frightened of Foxy. I scoot up my legs and put my head down.

"Are ye' scared o' ol' Foxy?" he says from in front of me. I look up and see him now sitting a little away from me.

"Huh? Uuh…" I trail off. "To be completely honest, I'm just startled because of the others, which is why I'm a little scared of you…but not much!" I quickly added in.

Again, a light chuckle from him. "I heard 'ye 'n Mista' Fazbear talkin'. I don' kno' if I'm ready to perform for 'te little tikes again. W'at if t'ey are scared o' me?"

"Don't worry Foxy, you'll do great. They'll love you! I remember I sure did as a kid. As did…as did my friend, Vals. He wanted to become a pirate because of you…"

Foxy lightly grinned (again, he at least tried to). "W'at's 'yer name, lassie?"

"Emmie, Em for short."

He stayed silent for a second, which concerned me, before speaking once more. "Well, welcome aboard, lassie Em."

It's weird how I do not think it strange that Foxy just started…talking to me, out of script. For some reason, I thought him just as another person.

We spent the rest of the time in there. I wanted to go to sleep, but I was both too scared that one of the animatronics might kill me and the would find me here in the morning, and I would be without answers.

So I managed to stay awake. At about five o'clock, I decided I wanted to move around or at least do something.

"Foxy?" I silently whispered out.

"I'm still awake, lassie Em," he replied after a few seconds of silence. "W'at is it?"

"I need to stay awake. Do you mind if I work on repairing you? The things are in here after all."

"Aye, 'tis fine," he replied, getting up so I could start repairing him.

I collected the things from where I'd piled them up before starting my night shift.

"To be honest, I think you look cooler all tattered up. So I'm not gonna fix the pants at all, and I'm only gonna cover up one leg so it's like you have a metal peg leg or something."

"Ye' really t'ink t'at?" He chuckled. "I sure feel 'orrible all torn up…"

"Don't feel that way. You look super cool."

I only worked on him for half an hour, covering up his left leg with suit and making sure he wasn't creaky anymore and feeling better.

I looked at my watch, it was six o'clock. Foxy seemed to sense it too.

"Well, t'ank ye for fixin' me up, lassie Em."

"It was really no problem at all," I commented. "Thank you for saving me."

He nodded. "Away now, ye' go an' get some rest. Go, or I'll force to make ye' walk 'te plank!" He seemed to wink at me.

I lightly laughed and opened up the curtain to see that all the other animatronics were up on their stage in their proper places.

I heard the front door's bell jingle as walked in.

"Ah, Emmie! I presume you had a good night?"

I wanted to tell him about the animatronics attacking, but something told me not to.

"Yes, everything went well," I announced, thinking of Ol' Foxy in Pirate's Cove.