{ Freddy's POV }
When the animatroncs reached zero and they announced they were coming, quiet fell over the large pizzeria like a think winter blanket. Freddy was inside one of the party rooms, hidden under a table. The dirty white cloth brushed the floor, concealing him. It made no difference if his eyes were open or closed, it was pitch black under the table.
Freddy was on his hands and knees, his back nearly brushing the bottom of the table. He didn't want to touch it - there was most likely gum stuck into it. His pulse was racing, his throat dry from the suspense. He heard no animatronic creaks from the hallway - suggesting they were either looking someplace else or moving slowly with the hopes of surprising their prey. Prey. Freddy wasn'tre sure why that was the first word that popped into his head, but it seemed to fit pretty well. There was eerie silence in the dining room.
A loud noise was heard in the room over- like chairs being thrown and scooted across the floor. Muffled metallic roars were heard. Freddy took that as a cue to keep searching for Gold and Chica. He came out from under the table and searched the room again. A large banner, which had supposedly been hung up on the ceiling, was now hanging by one tack and the other end was brushing the floor. He tore down posters and things looking for holes or hidden doorways, but came up with nothing.
He turned to another wall to rip off more posters when he ran into the hanging banner. His right foot stepped on it and pulled the tack from the ceiling. On instinct, he let out a yelp of surprise as the banner ripped from the ceiling, taking a chunk of the plaster with it. It crashed down in front of Freddy, who held up his hands in defense and backed up. "Damn it." He said quietly.
Another metallic roar came from the room adjacent to Freddy, then thumping footsteps that were coming towards the room he was in.
Freddy cursed under his breath, then shoved a chair out of the way, sliding back under the table. He found a small hole in the cloth and peeked through it. A robotic fox dashed into the room. It had a pirate hook and eye patch, it's jaw hanging open and revealing razor-sharp teeth. Ripped-up brown shorts covered his legs, which had no suit on them, revealing his exoskeleton legs. Glowing amber eyes swept across the room.
The fox stepped forward, its joints creaking. It walked to the table closest to the door, and with crazy strength, ripped the entire cloth off and pushed the table over. The table landed on the ground with a loud slam, scattering dusty party hats everywhere.
As the dust settled, Freddy felt like a rock had suddenly formed in his stomach. Two more tables and the fox would uncover Freddy. If the fox could flip tables with such ease, Freddy didn't even want to imagine the horrible ways it could kill him. An involuntary shudder passed through Freddy as the stone in his stomach seemed to grow. Dread enveloped Freddy from head to toe.
Chica, he thought as the fox robot flipped the second table. I love you.
The fox flipped the third table, roaring in frustration from not finding Freddy. The brunette boy found himself trembling. He turned around and lifted the table cloth, looking for anything that could help him. An air vent! On the ground! He couldn't help the wide smile that stretched across his face. That's his escape!
The fox's footsteps were drawing nearer. He ripped the cloth on the table and began to flip it. At the last second, Freddy bolted toward the air vent, sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him. He risked a glance over his shoulder as the table hit the floor with a bang. The fox was searching through the rubble with it's glowing eyes. He was halfway to the vent. Just a bit further...
He felt the fox's amber eyes fall on him and a metallic growl echoed through the room. The fox found him. Freddy made it to the wall and grabbed the air vent cover. He wrenched it off, throwing it aside. His heart was hammering in his chest as he crouched down and wriggled into the entrance. Triumph flooded him as he crawled in.
...Only to be replaced by absolute terror as his ankle was gripped by a cold, metal hand.
Freddy screamed bloody murder as the fox yanked him out of the hole and slung him across the room. He hit one of the tables and his side, still bruised from his fight with Foxy, seared in pain. Panting heavily, Freddy struggled to stand up, his side throbbing forcefully.
Burning amber eyes met Freddy's blue ones. Its face couldn't move, but Freddy could almost swear the fox smiled with glee.
Cursing, Freddy turned and bolted towards the door. He went back through the large hallway and through the door at the end. He hung a right and heard the fox roar again. Suddenly pain shot down Freddy's back. The fox had used its sharp hook to carve a big gash in his flesh. Freddy screamed in pain and pushed himself to go faster. His back stung, but his adrenaline was pumping so quickly he could hardly tell.
He arrived back in the main room where the crazy game had started. He saw the stage to his left and another doorway to the right. He veered to the right, the fox right on his tail, and rushed into the other room. It was similar to the party rooms but it was much smaller. He quickly jumped behind a cluster of boxes that looked like presents towards the back of the room as the fox barged in. Its glowing amber eyes swept around the room and he let out a viscous snarl, baring his sharp white teeth.
He tlayed back against the wall as the fox went to the other side of the room, pushing aside small tables and other things so decayed and rotten Freddy could't tell what they were in the semidarkness. Freddy dared to release the breath he was holding. Hopefully the fox would get bored soon and leave.