Sorry for not updating yesterday, I don't know what happened lol. I was gonna update after I wrote The Rejects, but it didn't happened. Oh well.

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WARNING: Slightly disturbing towards the end.

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Chapter 9
Night 2: Rocky VS Foxy

Shitting himself would be an understatement.

Normally, Rocky isn't one to be scared. But now that he knows what Samael told them is true about the animatronics, he's bricking it a little. And now he's been told he has to take down one of the animatronics and take it's head mask off for some reason. And the fact that Ross told him that he's going to find something inside it does not give him any confidence in doing this what so ever.

As far as he knows Luke, Ashton, Ross and Brad have all gone to find bin bags and gloves for some unknown reason. Hopefully it won't be as bad as Rocky thinks it will be.

Rocky had been sat under the table for ten minutes after Ross spoke to him through the walkie-talkie, not moving an inch. He took a few deep breaths and poked his head out from underneath the table cloth, looking towards the stage where Foxy was still popping his head out of the curtain. He shut his eyes, taking another few deep breaths as he began to feel himself shake a little.

Slowly, Rocky began to crawl out from underneath the table and started crawling across the floor towards the back end of the stage, keeping his eyes on Foxy. Rocky crawled in the darkest part of the room, hoping Foxy wouldn't see him. But he was also hoping that some ass, aka Luke, didn't speak through the walkie-talkie to try and get in touch with him when he's closer to Foxy otherwise he'll hear, and it'll be Rocky that gets taken down instead of Foxy.

Rocky kept multi-tasking his vision. Every five seconds he was either looking in front of him to see where he was going, or he was making sure Foxy hadn't noticed him. That was until he finally got to the stage. He hid underneath the stage for a while, trying to calm himself down.

Foxy hadn't noticed him yet, so that was a good thing. Now all he had to do was get inside the stage without being noticed. Rocky looked above him, seeing a gap between the stage and the purple curtain. He put his hand in between the gap and gently pushed the curtain away from the stage, making a big enough gap for Rocky to climb through.

He slithered through the gap, trying to make the curtain move as little as possible and pulled himself up onto the stage. He got up from the floor, brushing off the dust on his jeans. This stage really needed to be cleaned some time soon. Rocky looked over to the front of the stage, seeing Foxy's back and his head still sticking out of the curtain.

Rocky started to think about how he was going to do this. By looking at Foxy, Rocky can already tell he's damaged. He has holes in his fox costume, and his jaw his badly damaged. Obviously whatever happened to have had him shut off and locked away from all the kids and everyone who comes into Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria, must have been pretty bad for Foxy to look like that. He doesn't want to damage him even more.

Then again, Rocky does remember Mike – the security guard on the phone – saying something about how it was amazing someone could live without their frontal lobe, which is the front part of your brain. Rocky scrunched his face up in disgust, slowly starting to figure out what 'The Bite of 1987' was and what had happened, along with what animatronic caused it. He nearly threw up right there and then.

How has this place not been shut down yet?

Rocky put his torch and walkie-talkie down, deciding it was best that he did it empty handed. He rubbed his hands together, slowly creeping up behind Foxy. He lifted up his arms slowly, reaching out to Foxy's animatronic head. He shut his eyes, flinching slightly as this could go terribly wrong.

He knows that Foxy isn't going to switch off by pulling off his fox head, he still has an exoskeleton inside of him that controls him. But, Rocky's pretty sure exoskeletons are used to go over a human body, or something like that, and endoskeletons are actual robots. Like the terminator.

So why would these animatronics have exoskeletons if there's no human inside of them?

Unless what Samael said about people getting stuffed inside the suits is true...

Rocky's hands landed on Foxy's ears, which was weird because Foxy's head wasn't far enough inside the stage for Rocky to grab his ears. Rocky slowly opened up his eyes, seeing Foxy had turned around and was now looking directly at Rocky "Oh no..." He groaned.

Rocky stepped back and Foxy stepped closer to him. He looked left and right, debating on whether or not to jump through the curtain and run, but it could end horribly as he could land on a couple of tables which could really hurt.

As Rocky turned to look back at Foxy, all he saw was the hook that was on his hand begin to collide with his face and Rocky crumpled to the floor. He thought that because they were in a kids pizzeria the hook would be made out of something soft. Rocky didn't realise it was going to be an actual metal hook. He groaned, lying on the stage floor with his face flat against it before feeling Foxy grab Rocky's arm and forcefully pull him back up.

"Please don't stuff me inside you... I don't think I'll fit..." Rocky said, having a touch of concussion. Even though he knew there was a slight chance he was about to die, it was not stopping him from being the typical Rocky Lynch that everyone knows and loves.

Rocky tried to get his arm out of Foxy's surprisingly tight grip, but he couldn't. Instead, Rocky resorted to violence even though he didn't want too. He brought up his hand and began to punch Foxy's hand that had hold of him as best and as hard as he could. "Let go of me!" Rocky shouted.

After one last hard punch, Foxy's hand let go of Rocky and Rocky wasted no time in kicking Foxy straight in the chest so that he fell backwards off the stage and onto the floor. But unfortunately, Foxy grabbed hold of Rocky's leg as he fell which meant he took Rocky off the stage with him – except Rocky crash landed into a table.

He groaned, now being on the floor after the table had snapped in half. Rocky had his eyes shut, and he slowly re-opened them to see Foxy stood above him and he sighed, throwing his head back.

He was a gonner.

Ross and Brad burst through the door of the kitchen, after leaving Luke and Ashton with Chica. She was still out for the count on the floor, making them start to think that they might have accidentally switched off her free roam mode on her exoskeleton. Because they know by knocking Chica, or any other of the animatronics, to the floor or taking off their head mask won't turn them off. They'll still want to kill you, regardless. Hence why they were expecting her to get up off the floor and start a vicious murder spree. But she hadn't.

At least when Ross and Brad were there she hadn't. Even if she does now, it's not their problem it's Luke and Ashton's.

"Uh, um... Gloves! They'll be near the sink. Won't they?" Ross asked, going over to the sinks in the room. There was quite a few.

Brad shrugged "I don't know. I don't work in a kitchen for a living!" Brad said, going through all the draws and cupboards in search for bin bags. Hopefully they were big bin bags, even though they knew they were going to have to use more than one for each body they found inside Chica, Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy. If Foxy even had a body inside of him.

Foxy's body looks too small to have someone inside him. Unless Riker was small. But by the picture that's on his profile, he didn't look small.

Ross looked underneath the sinks where there were boxes with washing up liquid, cloths and stuff like that to clean things with. He couldn't believe they were looking for things to help them hide, possibly four, dead bodies. Never in his life did Ross imagine himself in this predicament. He started getting frustrated with himself, not being able to find anything, before letting the box crash onto the floor which made Brad jump. "Fuck sake," Ross muttered, rubbing his face with his hands "have you found anything?" he asked, looking over to Brad.

Brad shook his head, being slightly scared by the way Ross was looking at him and acting. He wasn't like this before, and suddenly he's just gone... Insane? It's not exactly the right word, but if he keeps on acting like this he could go insane and get himself hurt or possibly killed like Riker, Ellington, James and Connor did.

"Wait," Brad said, seeing a door near to where he was that said 'supplies' in black marker "Ross, there's a supply closet."

Ross got up from the floor, looking over to where Brad was looking. He saw the door too. "Do you think they'll have stuff in there?" Ross asked, going over to Brad who shrugged "guess there's only one way to find out."

They both went over to the door and Ross opened it up, and they walked through it – thinking it was going to be small but it wasn't surprisingly. It was bigger. "Whoa! It's bigger on the inside!" Brad said, looking a little surprised.

"Now is not the time to have a Doctor Who moment, Brad." Ross said, rushing over to a box that had gloves sticking out of the top.

Ross picked up the box and threw the lid off, finding a lot of rubber gloves. But hey, any gloves would do. Maybe rubber gloves would work better, and it's not like they were going to keep or return them anyway. "I found gloves! Sure, they're for cleaning plates with but they'll do." He said, getting five pairs because none of the five boys were getting out of this.

"Bin bags!" Brad shouted, seeing a few rolls on a shelf. Instead of grabbing one roll, he grabbed four to be on the safe side. And if four was too much, then it looked like someone's parents wouldn't have to go to the store for bin bags for a long time.

"Okay, sorted. Lets get this thing over wi—"

Ross was cut off by the sound of someone's scream echoing throughout the entire building. Ross and Brad glanced at each other in fear. "I wanna say that was Ashton screaming... but... it wasn't..." Brad said.

"That was Rocky."

Ross and Brad grabbed what they needed out of the supply closet and began to race back to Ashton and Luke. Inside, they were hoping it was Ashton screaming over something stupid to do with the dead body inside Chica's suit but they knew it wasn't.

They sprinted around the corner to where Luke and Ashton were, seeing them both sat against the wall and Chica still laid on the floor in the same position she had been in. "Here," Ross said, throwing them each a pair of gloves "lets get this over with."

Luke got up from the floor, having the gloves in his hands after having them slapped off his face "Did you not hear Rocky scream?!" Luke asked.

Ross nodded "Yeah, I did. But we might as well do this quickly and then go find Rocky!"

"Seriously, Ross?"

Ashton jumped up off the floor, coming between Ross and Luke before this turned into an argument. You could tell by everyone's face that they were all on the edge of breaking down completely from the events of what happened tonight, and unfortunately they knew they were only going to get worse as the nights progressed onwards. "How about two of us go find Rocky and two of us stay behind and get the body out of the suit and into a bin bag?" Ashton asked, he took his car keys out of his pockets and threw them to Ross "then put the body in the boot of my car, and start on the others and we'll get to the desert, hopefully we'll pick up a shovel on the way there. And I cannot believe I just said that sentence," he breathed deeply "I'll go find Rocky and make sure he's okay, which one of you is coming with me to help?" He asked.

Brad raised his hand. Ashton nodded "Good, because you'll probably pass out from doing... that." He said, referring to putting the dead body into bin bags.

Brad handed the bin bags to Luke before heading down the hallway with Ashton. Luke threw the bin bags on the floor, putting the gloves on his hands "How the hell are we going to do this?" Luke asked, ignoring the stench that was getting worse and worse as time went on.

"Uhh, I don't know... hold the suit upside down and hope the body falls out?" Ross asked, not really knowing where to start either.

"Then the exoskeleton will fall out."

"Hey, we can put the exoskeleton back into the suit! But we can't put the life back into the body."

Luke nodded "Deep... But, fair point."

Luke ripped a bin bag off the roll and opened it up fully, putting the opening of the bin back over the head of the dead body so that when Ross tipped it would just slide in and then they would put another bin bag over it. "Ready?" Ross asked, having hold of Chica's legs.

Luke nodded, looking disgusted "Not really, but lets just get it over with."

Ross breathed deeply and began to tip Chica upside down where the body and exoskeleton started to slide out, Luke pushed away the exoskeleton so that only the body fell into the bin bag and the exoskeleton landed on the floor. "Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!" Luke chorused, feeling the body go into the bag as far as it could "Get another bin bag, get another bin bag! I repeat! Get another fucking bin bag!"

"I'm getting it! I'm getting it!" Ross said, being just as queasy and nervous as Luke was. He ripped it and put that bin bag over the other end of the dead body so that both bin bags met. "We're gonna have to like... bend him in half and then put him in another bin bag, and use another to tie it together so that there's less chance of him falling out..."

"You say this like it's a daily thing for you, Ross..." Luke said, having lost the colour in his face.

"No, it's just common sense. Do you want Ashton to kill you for letting the body fall out of the bag and into his car?" Ross asked.

Luke shook his head "Not really no."

"Then bend him so that his knees meet his head so we can fit him in another bin bag. We've got three more to do Luke! Grow some balls."

Ashton and Brad went back to the office to see if Bonnie had left and if the doors and lights were working again. When they got there, Ashton saw the time was touching 3:15 a.m. and that they were on 50% power which was very, very good. Not that they would be using any more than that. He quickly tested the lights on the left hand side and saw everything was working perfectly again.

He checked the camera's for Bonnie, seeing he was all the way up in the Dining Room with Freddy, making him glad he and Brad never went that way. Otherwise they would be bear and bunny meat.

They started making their way to Pirate Cove where Foxy was, as well as Rocky. When they got to Pirate Cove, they were nervous about what they were going to find inside there. They had the feeling they weren't going to like what they were about to find after hearing Rocky scream.

They stood outside the arch way of Pirate Cove, and Ashton turned on his torch, shining it into the room where he saw a table had been snapped in half near the front of the stage along with some other things that had been broken in the process. Ashton and Brad walked into the room, looking around reluctantly, shining their torches around. "Rocky..?" Brad asked "are—are you in here?"

Ashton lifted up the table cloths on the tables, remembering Rocky said he was hid underneath a table when Foxy was popping his head out of the curtain. "Rocky?" Ashton called.

Still nothing.

"You don't think..?" Brad asked, looking at Ashton slightly panicked and saddened.

Ashton turned his head to Brad, and he shrugged "I don't know... Maybe..." Ashton said, feeling his heart pace beginning to pick up. He rubbed his eyes, feeling tears threatening them "Rocky! It's Ashton and Brad! Where are you?" Ashton asked through his walkie talkie "Rocky are y—"

Ashton stopped talking through his walkie-talkie when he heard his voice echoing from another walkie-talkie loudly. He turned to Brad "Turn your walkie-talkie's volume off."

Brad did as he was told. "Rocky? It's Ashton, please—" Ashton stopped again when he heard his voice echoing from another walkie-talkie in the room.

Immediately, Ashton and Brad's heads turned to the stage where the purple curtain was. "Be careful." Brad said, seeing Ashton moving closer to the curtain.

Ashton walked slowly towards the curtain, letting the tears glisten in his eyes because he knew what he was going to find behind the curtain. He stood in front of the stage, seeing the 'Sorry, Out of Order' sign outside of it. Ashton put his hands on the curtain to open it, but before he could the curtain opened up itself and Ashton screamed, making Brad scream.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Ashton screamed, bending over and placing his hand on his heart "FUCK SAKE, ROCKY!"

Rocky laughed at how he had almost gave Ashton and Brad a heart attack, and by the looks of it Brad had, had one by the way he was now on his hands and knees on the floor, having one hand on his heart. "I know I shouldn't scare you in times like these, but it's too tempting not too..." Rocky said, calming down his laughter.

Ashton slapped Rocky "Yeah, well, don't! Jesus Christ, Rocky, we thought you were dead!"

Brad got up from the floor "Why did you scream if you're not dead?" Brad asked.

Rocky shined his torch on his face, revealing blood streaming down it and a huge bruise "Foxy the fucking Pirate slapped me twice with his hook! That's what! But I fought back, I kicked his ass and I took off his head mask. I switched off his free roam mode too. But, we all know it'll get switched back on again later by that Samael guy."

"You took off his head mask..?" Ashton asked, Rocky nodded "how come it doesn't smell then?"

Rocky stared at him confused "Why should it?"

"Because of what's inside it..."

"Nothing's inside it but an exoskeleton..." Rocky ushered them to come up onto the stage and have a look.

Ashton and Brad climbed onto the stage to have a look, seeing Foxy slumped against the back wall with his head mask sat a good distance away from him. And all that was revealed was his metal exoskeleton. Or in this case, endoskeleton. Ashton and Brad glanced at each other. "What was I supposed to find?" Rocky asked.

"A dead body," Brad said "we knocked the chicken over by accident and knocked her head off and a body fell out of it... there's two more in the bear and bunny... We thought the fourth body was inside the fox..."

Rocky's faced turned into disgust "Ew, what the hell..."

"Yeah..." Ashton said, staring down at Foxy "then that leaves one question..."

"What?" Brad asked.

"If the fourth body isn't in the fox like it's supposed to be, then where is it?"

I love whinding you all up with thinking that Rocky's dead. But hey, maybe some of you thought he was alive I don't know. Maybe you all fell for it. Who knows. Oh well.

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