(AN: Is someone having trouble with the chapters? It looks like chapter 7 and 8 get repeated or something like that, please tell me if there is something wrong with the story and I'll take care of it)
-I can't count on you then?
-Not my fault, lass.
-Yeah I know…
He has to stay here for a whole week. Even though Bonnie could help a bit I still don't feel as secure as if Foxy was by my side.
-Ye don't have to expose him.
-What? Why not?
-No one's gonna believe ya.
-Then what should I do?
He doesn't reply, he just stares at a white wall, maybe he's thinking about something. I look around the room a little; it is full of old framed pictures, an empty cup of coffee, an air pan, tools full of oil and a bunch of papers. I take a closer look at them.
"Animatronic #2 manual"
It's an instruction book, obviously, but all the pages are now kind of yellow, and some words are blurry. It has a very detailed drawing of Foxy's body, I notice how he changed. Initially he was supposed to have no eye patch and hook.
-Maybe ye really need to expose him.
-I knew that already, dummy-I say, without stopping to read the manual- but what we need is a plan or something.
The sound of the door's bells. Shit.
The man comes in with some plastic bags and looks at me quite surprised. He's partially bald with gray hair and moustache, big nose, I'm barely taller than him but he has a way thicker body.
-Don't worry, as ye can see this lass right here is just a good ol friend of mine.
He relaxes and gives me a warm smile, I open my mouth trying to say something coherent but nothing comes out of it. The man chuckles.
-Next time wait in the counter will ya?- He laughs again.
-Yeah…I'm…sorry.
-You were worried about your friend, right?
I look at Foxy. Of course I was worried, after hearing what happened to Chica, my mind couldn't help but imagine Freddy got revenge on him or something.
-Well, he's fine. He just has to stay here for a little bit.
-I know.
-Then what brings you here?
For some reason I start explaining our situation back at the restaurant, from the bite to Claire. The man (Whose name I suppose is Chuck) only looks at me listening to everything I have to say. Foxy just sits there in silence.
For a moment I think he won't believe me.
-You are a security guard; use your god damn cameras then .
…
Chuck's idea is quite simple, but effective. I have to buy an USB in my way back home.
Have you ever been so excited/scared about something you just can't wait for that event to happen? Because that's exactly what is going on with me. In one effort to keep myself distracted I drive to a gas station and get my tank full.
I'm getting quite hungry, and decide to eat at Freddy's.
It looks like workers don't have to pay for food here, as my meal was free. While I'm eating Sandy sits in front of me with her bag of sandwiches and a milkshake, does this girl eats anything else?
-Hey, I wasn't expecting you here earlier.
-Me neither.
-So, how was last night?
-Way better than my first day… but I'm afraid this one is going to be like hell and I ain't kidding.
-Why do you say that?
-I have some pending issues with Freddy.
We talk for a little bit longer, then I realize that Sandy could lose her job. What would happen if I showed to the world how cruel Freddy is? Probably more lawsuits, I mean people (Demanda) others for little details all the time. Ron would lose the whole restaurant and more importantly the animatronics.
After Sandy left I stay in my table, I take the choice of going to see Ron.
I knock the door and a voice tells me to come in.
When I open it I find Ron with another person, very tall with pale skin and dark hair, he's also quite fat, grotesquely fat. The smell of alcohol and cigarette is strong.
-Hello Jodie…- Ron says with a sad voice.
-So who's this lady?
Ron's dad looks at me from heads to toes, I don't like it.
-He's the night security guard…
The older man places his big hand on my shoulder and laughs loudly.
-So ye having some trouble with mah boys?
-No…sir.
He gets closer and blows the cigarette smoke right in my face, I see his yellow teeth and red eyes.
-I assure you'll hardly survive this night.
He leaves having difficulties to walk, then Ron closes the door.
-Sorry for that…inconvenience.
-I'm guessing he is an asshole, Isn't he?
-My dad isn't that bad…
-Wait what? Are you saying that after what he has done he isn't that bad?
-So you know what happened.- He scratches the back of his head- To be honest it isn't his fault, I was being a dick to Freddy.
-You don't say.
-But I want to make things better, I swear!
-Foxy…
-He tried to help, I owe him a lot.
-You want to help him? Then you listen to me.
Ron called the day guard into his office leaving the security room alone again. Now I don't have to rush thins, there is plenty of time to work.
The camera viewer is just a tablet with a special software that controls the cameras, the recordings get saved on a computer, from the app, I can chose where to send the videos. It takes me a little bit to make sure all the data from the dining room stores in my USB.
There you go.
A big emotion floods my entire body, like if I was about to burst in both fear and excitement. I just have to wait now.
(AN: Sorry for not uploading this sooner but I had a lot of problems the last week. Also, the next chapter may not come up in at least 3 or 4 days. Again ,sorry)