Chapter 4: things get real.
12:00 am
It was finally night 3. Me and Mike were getting ready for the night when I decided to sneak over to Pirates Cove. On my way there I had noticed that Bonnie and Chica were already gone from their spots on the stage. Oh no, I thought, not already. When I got to Pirate Cove I decided to try to talk to Foxy again.e
"Foxy, you there"? I asked, getting that same stupid feeling I had yesterday. That feeling was quickly extinguished when the same mangled,metallic thumbs-up came out from behind the curtain. Getting excited, I asked another question. "Can you say the thing you were trying to say? The thing from the night before"? After a minute or so of waiting, I got an answer. It was highly distorted thanks to Foxy's voice box and jaw being broken.
"Please(distorted noise)let me(distorted noise)from Freddy".
I had absolutely no idea what he said, so naturally I said "what"? I was jumpscared when Foxy's head and hook came out from behind the curtain. His head was completely torn up and he had a pleading look on his face. A pleading look on a robot? That's impossible!
"Let...Protec-" he was cut short when a pair of hands, ones that looked like Bonnie's came out from behind the curtain and clamped around Foxy's mouth. The hands then pulled Foxy back behind the curtain. I didn't dare even think about going behind those curtains. Who knows what is going on behind there? Terror stricken, I sprinted back into the office only to find that Mike was gone. "Mike" I yelled "where are you"? I grabbed a flashlight and went into the West Hall.
The third message from the manager was playing behind me, but I was paying no attention. I was too busy frantically searching for my partner. When I finally found him, I was disgustingly horrified.
Michael Schmidt was hanging by a rope in the middle of the dining room, stuffed into a Freddy's Fazbear suit. One eyeball was hanging from the socket and the other was on the ground. Also on the ground was a puddle of blood and-oh god-flesh. Human muscle and skin. At this point I threw up.
After throwing up, I again sprinted back to the office and shut both doors, not caring about the power usage. I then sat in the corner in a near fetal position and rocked back and forth. I'm going insane, I told myself. Just then another voice on my head, very straight and loud, said one word. FOXY. Foxy said Let protect. Protect who? Protect me. Foxy knew this would happen, which is why Foxy wanted tso protect me. I have to help him, though. I HAVE TO save him from his terribleh fate at the hands of those other murderous animatronics!