Hey everyone! So sorry I haven't posted anything all day, I was busy! I made an extra long chapter because I'm probably not gonna be as active anymore! D:

Anyway, I tried something new with showing how Emmie goes from camera to camera. Also, thank you to both Yasmeen 12 and AssassinPerson for the reviews! My very two first reviews! Squeee!

Moving past this, I hope you all enjoy the chapter! :D

I did the same thing as usual. Come in near closing time and work on Foxy. It was different though, because I know he was watching me.

However, when I first came in, I heard talking to some technician guy.

"So, an arctic vixen dressed as a pirate, correct?" the technician was saying.

"Yes yes, that's correct," replied.

"Sir, I thought Foxy was out of order and, er, you were going to get shut down?"

"Ah, but you see, I have our trusty night guard working on him now! When he's up and running, I'll get more kids begging to come in!"

"I, uh, I see sir. The new animatronic should be here in the next few days, maybe even tomorrow."

"Great great! I assume Chica is all fixed up?"

The technician nodded.

"Any idea how that happened?" asked.

"No clue sir, but it looked like another one of the animatronics got a hand on hi-er, her."

I'd forgotten about Chica! But I still thought.

A newanimatronic eh? So he does think Foxy'll be successful! I pondered.

I worked on Foxy, like usual, until it was time to start the night time shift. I was still absolutely terrified of the animatronics, but no longer of Foxy.

The Phone Guy gave me his little spiel, which I didn't listen very much to, and I checked on the cameras.

*Show Stage* Only Freddy was there. Shit! I immediately thought.

I check my lights, Chica was staring at me with wide cold eyes. I slammed the door shut and check the left door, and Bonnie was right there. I shut that door too.

I looked at my battery, and saw that it was at eighty-four percent. I may not make it if Bonnie and Chica stayed there.

I checked my right light, and saw Chica was still there. Seventy-six percent. I checked my left light and saw that there was still a shadow there.

God damnit, MOVE ONE OF YOU! I screamed inside my head at them.

Seventy-one percent. Still there. Sixty-four percent. Still there. It was only two in the morning. I was never going to make it out alive.

I suddenly looked up from my watch and to the left window. I thought I had seen a blur of something. I checked the cameras.

*Pirate's Cove* I saw Foxy run back into Pirate's Cove just as I looked at the camera.

I looked up and checked the left light. No shadow. I opened the door. No Bonnie. I sighed of relief for a second, and checked my right light. Chica was still standing there, damnit.

I looked at my battery percentage. Fifty-three percent, at two!

I looked through the cameras.

*Supply Closet* Empty.

*Dining Hall* Empty.

*Backstage* Creepy masks, endoskeleton, and Bonnie.

*Bathrooms* Chica.

Wait, what?! I flipped back. Chica in the bathrooms, and Bonnie backstage.

I opened my right door, with only thirty percent left at three in the morning. What was I to do?!

Maybe…maybe I could go back to Pirate's Cove. Foxy had told me that the other animatronics never came over to Pirate's Cove, and this was my chance. With Bonnie backstage, Freddy onstage, and Chica in the bathrooms, Foxy wouldn't be mad, right? He had saved me last night, but what if it was just that one time?

I sighed softly. I had to take this chance. It was either die from battery loss or die from taking chances.

I chose Plan B.

I checked the security cameras once again. They were still in the same places.

I put down the monitor, checked the power, then sprinted down the left hall towards Pirate's Cove. I was glad I was so fast, and my fear made me feel like I was running faster.

It was dark, darker than I'd expected, which made the experience creepier. But as I ran, my eyes got used to the darkness.

As I came near Pirate's Cove, I saw Foxy peeking his head out of the curtains looking at me.

"W'at are ye' doing here, lassie?" he whispered to me as I came near.

I couldn't speak, as I was running and breathing hard. Foxy went back behind the curtains, and I jumped up and rolled through the curtains. I landed on my backside and began panting. I finally managed to get some words out.

"Twenty….one…percent…" I said between gasps of air.

Foxy didn't respond, waiting for me to say more.

"Mind if…if I stay…stay here for…for the rest of…of the night?"

Foxy stayed quiet for a moment more, and I stood up.

"Aye, it be fine," he replied without any emotion. "I needed te' talk te' ye' anyhow."

"Oh?" I replied, having caught my breath I was now curious.

"Last night, ye' talked about t'is 'incident'. Were ye' talkin' about t'e murder?"

"Uh, yes. How…how did you know?"

"I was t'ere, lassie Em. I was a victim. T'e man, he took us backstage n' asked us w'at are favorite animatronics were… Ye' were t'ere as well, just not backstage. I t'ink ye knew what I said, 'cause of two things," as he said all this, he wandered back and forth not stopping until the very last sentences, and made eye contact with me. His yellow eyes were the only light source.

I looked up at him, tears glistening in my eyes. "V..Vals?"

"Aye, I'm known as Foxy t'e Pirate…"

My hands covered my mouth and tears fell down my cheeks. "That's why you had stayed silent for so long when I said my name."

Foxy gave a slight nod, "Aye, n' I'd be cryin' now if I could."

"I've missed you all these years. Oh god, Vals…"

I stepped forwards and hugged him, even though he was an animatronic now.

He hugged me back, but softly. I guessed he was afraid that he would hurt me. Which gave me an idea.

"What…what if I joined you?"

Foxy stepped away from the hug. "W'a…w'at?!"

I gulped. "My life's been no use without you anyway. After you…left…I had a depressing childhood. I never made any other friends all through my school years, and when I graduated from high school I stayed at my parent's place until I found a job. Even then, I got fired and came here…"

"But…but I can't! Nay, I won't let ye'! Ye've got a life to live, w'ile I'm stuck 'ere! It'd be impossible anyhow, without another animatronic!"

"That's where you're wrong! They're sending in another pirate, a white vixen. I…could animate it…"

"Nay!"

"Yes! I'm tired of you being alone in here to deal with the other animatronics. It's going to happen!"

"T'en I'm going te' do me best te' stop ye'!"

It stayed silent for a while, the conversation over, and the silence was only broken when I yawned.

"Ye' tired?" Foxy spoke up.

"Ye-yeah…" I said, nodding once.

"Here, come in t'e back n' sleep. I'll guard ye' and wake ye' up w'en mornin' comes."

I was going to protest, but I somehow ended up nodding instead.

I walked to the back of the stage and laid down on the floor, curling myself up into a ball, falling asleep quickly.