Chapter 5,part 1: rescue.

unknown date, 1998.

Michael Schmidt's death was covered up by the manager. The manager covered up the story with a fake "fire breakout" story. He said that a fire broke out in the kitchen, we went to put it out, and Michael was caught in the flames. It was the most stupid story ever.

Stupid or not, it made me furious. After seeing it in the paper, I had immediately, and without actually noticing what I was doing, thrown it in my fireplace. How could the manager just sweep him aside? Why?

On my way to work that day, I only had one thought going through my head. I won't be able to survive these last nights alone. I need help. I needed to know what Foxy meant that night. I need to find out what Bonnie was doing behind the curtain. Were they planning something, or were they trying to silence Foxy? If they were silencing Foxy, then what was Foxy saying?

A had a million thoughts buzzing through my head, but it will all have to wait. I was already in the parking lot, getting all my stuff that I needed for my fourth night.

I wasn't carrying my usual loadout for the night. I was carrying things that I think I haven't carried before in my life. I was carrying a gun and a toolbox. The gun if I was wrong about Foxy, the toolbox if I was right.

12:00 am

Night 4

I was in my office, just like any other night. And when I saw Bonnie, he was different, very different.

First off, he had no eyes, like the one in mt hallucinations(I hadn't told you about those, but those aren't important). Secondly, his head was twitching, just like phone guy had said:

"They tend to get a bit quirky..."

Speaking of phone guy, he said he wasn't going to be around to give messages anymore. At first I thought he was retiring or quitting, but when I heard Freddy's song, Foxy banging on the door, and Chica's moaning(or Bonnie's) I knew what he was all very strange for a for a new security guard, let alone terrifying. Mike was gone, and I was all alone, my life in my hands, literally. One fualt of the wrist and my life could be over. I mustered up all the courage I had in my gut and at 1:00 am, on the fourth night, I decided to take action.

When the West Hall was empty and I felt safe. I called down the hall "Foxy?" I half-whispered,half-yelled"come here".

Upon hearing this there was a stir in the curtains. Foxy poked his head out and saw me. Upon seeing me he then sprang out of the curtains, looked around, and then sprinted towards me.

Now, seeing a giant animatronic, sharp-toothed fox run at you is nothing less than terrifying. When I saw him I panicked, ran back into the office, and grabbed my gun. After grabbing it I was near ready to fire when Foxy was already in the office, jaw hanging limp, looking miserable. I instantly felt pity overpower my fear and I put the gun down.

"Ar-are you ok?" I asked, noticing his hurt look in his eye. The only thing I got for an answer was a noisy rattling sound. His jaw was so loose it looked ready to fall off! I immediately knew that I was right about him, so I grabbed the tool kit, beckoned him into a sitting position, and got to work.

I wasn't the best mechanic, but I had gotten some experience from working with my dad. His jaw was simple to fix, and after I was done, Foxy looked like a new...er..animatronic.

"My, that bloughe feelingfsd a wh-whc-whole lot b-b-bet-t-er" Foxy said with renewed spirit and garbles.

"Hang on, I'm not done" I said. "I still need to work on that voice box".

After another few minutes of tinkering, I finally managed to get the glitch out of his system.

"Shiver me timbers!"Foxy now said, very clearly. "I be feelin' like a new captain!".

"Good" I said. "Now what did you say the other night? You mentioned something about protection".

"Aye. It be true. I had said this exact sayin': Let me protect ye from Freddy's evil plan". At this point he was less than a forearm's length away from my face. Noticing that, I backed away.

"Why do you want to protect me?And why Freddy?

Foxy's expression changed upon hearing this. He went from happy to panicked in seconds. An animatronic having feelings, what?

"Yar, it be true, Freddy, the landlubber, he be planning a terrible fate to befall your poor form. A fate more terrifying than your Mike mate". There was more panic ok his voice the more he spoke. I decided to play along with this story since I had no other choice.

"Go on".

"He be planning to charge you, with his minions at this side, Bonnie and Chica. They plan to invade at the hour of 4". I checked the clock, 2:15, good I've got a little over an hour left to live. If only I could come up with a plan. Let's see, what can stop a murderous animatronic from stuffing and hanging you? I was absolutely stumped, but then Foxy had a brilliant idea.

"Nothing be better than the old art of the incognito..." he raised his hook near his eye patch and gave a devilishly handsome smile. Foxy looked cooler than when I saw him eleven years ago. I gave a smile right back, one that said "you're the best, Foxy!"

This is part 1 of 3 in my finale. I hop e you guys like where I'm going, this has been really playing with my head. I feel like its so real...