Felix pushed open his apartment door. He'd immediately left the pizzeria the moment the power came back on. He basically fell, face first, on the couch. There was still almost three hours before he had to be at the pawn shop and he wanted to use the time to rest. That was at least until he heard some kind of noise. He looked up and saw someone, half dressed, using his coffee maker.

"Nikki, what the hell are you doing in my apartment?!"

Nikki jumped, almost dropping the mug in her hand. She turned, glaring at him for a second before realizing who it was. "Oh, sorry, Felix." She turned back to the coffee maker. "You want a cup?"

"No, I want your skinny ass out of here right now." He sat up. It took him a moment to realize exactly where he was looking before continuing. "Besides, don't you share a place with Marcus?"

"Yeah, but the stupid Brit brought his girlfriend over and I wasn't about to listen to that."

Felix rolled his eyes and laid back down, this time on his back. "Couldn't you have gone to Wulf's?"

Nikki turned again, this time with a full cup of coffee. "You know he's a drugger," she took a sip. "Why would any of us want to go to his place?"

He knew what she meant. None of them had every actually gone to Wulf's home before, mostly due to him being and addict. Marcus didn't like drugs, Nikki didn't want to take a chance on getting high on second hand smoke, and he really didn't care visit other people's homes. That actually put into question why they were friends with Wulf to begin with, but why were any of them friends other than circumstance.

"Can you move over."

"No." Felix closed his eyes, wanting to get some rest. That was until he felt something come down on his stomach. He opened his eyes and saw Nikki sitting right on top of him. "Bitch get off of me."

Nikki stuck her tongue out at him. "Make me ya big baby."

He grumbled and pushed her off. She hit the floor with a barely audible thud, managing to keep the cup of coffee form spilling. She got up, put the cup on a nearby stand, and jumped at him. He blinked, not realizing what was happening before she was on him. When she was, he responded by rolling of the couch to pin her on the ground.

"You've got a real short temper, Nikki," He held her arms at her sides.

"Yeah, and you should buy be dinner before getting on me."

"Then don't break into my apartment and I won't go doing this." Felix got up off of her, watching her in case she tried again. Then he realized something. "Is that one of my shirts?"

Nikki looked down at what she was wearing. "Uh, yeah. I mean, I forgot to bring something from home, so I borrowed your clothes. Why?"

He shifted his jaw, glaring at her. He contemplated exactly what he was going to do first, while she slowly rose to her feet, watching him cautiously. He cracked his knuckles.

"Bitch, take off my shirt now!"

Nikki rubbed the back of her head in annoyance. It still hurt form when Felix ran her head into a wall. She did manage to get away from him at least, but not exactly in the way she had hoped. She still had his shirt, which was some old Marine t-shirt, and barely managed to get her own. She was stuck wearing the same clothes from yesterday, unwilling to go back to her place in fear of what she might encounter. Even more, she didn't have her uniform and she was going to the pizzeria. She was hoping to get the day off.

She walked up to the pizzeria. Except for one large truck off to the side of the building, the parking lot was most empty. She knew Mr. Fazbear was here though, since he was always the first one to arrive, though it was probably more to make sure the band hadn't gone and killed someone than to just arrive early. She entered the building, somewhat thrown off by half the building being dark. What she did notice is that Mr. Fazbear was leading a few men who were moving a set of containers to the backstage. She could only guess that those were the new animatrons that Mr. Fazbear had been going on about for the past few days. It was strange given that he also said that they were suppose to arrive until next week.

"Nikki, you're rather early," Mr. Fazbear called. "That's probably a first for you."

"Yeah, I know." Nikki always was late, which was mostly attributed to her lack of sleep caused by Marcus... and she had to walk there. "I actually wanted to ask if I could take the day off."

Mr. Fazbear looked off to the side for a brief moment, then back at her. "Of course, but I'm going to have to ask you to help me first."

"With what?"

"The new animatron that came in yesterday seems to be missing," He stated walking across the dining area. "I'm not sure if Felix knows what happened to it, but I doubt that it left the building."

"Uh, sure." She knew Felix didn't have it. She also knew that if it was missing, there was a chance that it was turned on.

"Thank you," Mr. Fazbear turned towards the backstage. "If you need me, I'll be back here. Got to make sure these two work."

Nikki watched him enter the room before she turned to face the dining area. She didn't like the idea of going after an animatron, but she really didn't want to work today. It was probably a bad trade off, though.

She started looking under each of the tables, cautiously shifting the chairs around as she did. After looking around the room, she went down the west hall, checking the supply closet along the way, to the security office. There was still nothing. She crossed over to the east hall through the office and went back. She then went to the kitchen, looking wherever she could. She hadn't even searched the whole room before deciding to look elsewhere, until some kind of rustling came from a corner of the room.

She looked around, waiting for another sound. It came again. She found the source quick enough in the back right corner of the room. There was a collection of pots sitting there, that had obviously been knocked clear off the counter and pretty much moved around. Something was moving underneath the pile from what she guessed, but she couldn't guess where. She reached into the pile and began sifting around, feeling for anything that probably shouldn't have been there.

While she was searching, the new animatron's head poked out of the back of the pile. Nikki glanced up to see what was moving around, then shifted focus when she realized what it was. It just stared at her. She reacted quickly and pulled it out. She got up, making sure to hold it away from her. It was obvious that regardless of distance, the thing was almost unnerving. She carried it out into the dining area, watching it for any specific movement. Again, it did nothing but stare. Then, it was pulled out of her grasp.

She growled, glaring at whatever had taken the animatron. In a second, her whole expression flipped completely to one of fear. Standing in front of her, holding the new animatron by an arm, was Foxy.

"So 'tis be what made them two so mad earlier," Foxy was staring at the thing. "Why would any 'o them be gettin' so mad over a shortstop like ye?" He held it upside down, swinging it from side to side. "'n what's wit' 'tis gaze 'o yours. Do ye just stare at people like an idiot?" It continued to just stare at him, unresponsive, just like a statue. He glanced over at Nikki.

She was still staring at him, the fear on her face very visible. She hadn't even paid attention to a single word the pirate had said.

"Lass, don't start actin like 'tis thin'. So stop starin' 'n say somethin'."

She was about to turn and run. Of all of them, Foxy was the one she feared the most, and with good reason. She remembered the incident better than most anyone else who witnessed it, but only because she was standing right next to the victim of the bite.

"Wake up!" Foxy yelled.

She shook her head, actually hearing something he had said. He was staring down at her with a grimace.

"You mind giving that back?" She asked, trying to hide her hate for him.

"I don't be knowin' if I should, lass," he tapped on the animatrons face with his hook. "Ye just want 'tis thin' so ye don't have to be here. i reckon I should give 'tis to Mr. Fazbear myself so ye can't be lazy."

"W-what? Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?!"

"'o course I was. I have nothin' better to do than sit around 'n be useless. What else would I do?"

"Uh, not be creepy and listen to other peoples conversations." Nikki tried to steal the animatron away from him, but he held it higher than she could reach. "And give that thing back."

Foxy got right in her face, looking her straight in the eyes. "I see fear 'n hate in ye, lass. Mind explainin' why?"

She blinked. She had not realized how terribly she was hiding her emotions, or it was just the pirate was really perceptive. She tried to lean away from him, only to feel his hook under her chin, lifting her head slightly.

"Well?"

"You're a killer. What other reason do I need?"

Foxy pulled back, loosely swinging the animatron around. He suddenly burst out laughing, almost in a traditional pirate manner. "Right, lass, I be a killer, 'n so be th' band. All four 'o us be murderers." He got back in her face. "But, unlike me, they've killed many people. I only killed one, and that was a due to a malfunction."

Nikki glared at him coldly. "A malfunction? You really expect me to believe that? You're saying my brother died because of a malfunction?"

Foxy looked her up and down, something clicking in his mind. "Ye bother... oh, now I remember ye. That wee lass that gave me such a hateful look all them years ago was ye, even before then." He tilted his head slightly. "I bet ye still have that scar on ye from then, too."

She nodded, her glare become colder.

"Well, believe what ye want, because I find it rather hard to believe that I would choose to bite th' face off 'o ye brother out 'o all th' lads that came through to see me that day, 'n I remember it clearly too. It didn't help him all that much that he went 'n spilled that drink 'o his one me either."

"You're still a killer, no matter how you look at it."

"That might be whar ye be right, but how can ye call a machine a killer when it can't completely control itself." He tossed the animatron at her and returned to Pirate's Cove.

She almost freaked, just barely catching the thing. She didn't know why the pirate had just appeared out of nowhere all of a sudden, not that it was really worth know. Choosing to ignore that for now, she brought the animatron to the backstage.

It always feels like I'm forcing it, but it might be that I'm not use to writing.