If only it was six a.m...

Wrrrrrrrrrr-
Click...click...tck...

A darkened pizza place was supposed to be creepy but this was a new meaning to the word. Killer animatronics, limited power and no way to get in or out. This wasn't a job for any sane person to even attempt. The fact that after night one, the poor sap should have quit and didn't, was saying something. Demented, some screws loose and yet it didn't change the fact that he was still there. Why had this lone soul ventured in this torturous wonderland filled with death and horror? A shrill of terror tore threw the silence of the impending event, the young girl emptying her lungs as she screamed. As she vanished, the sound of a metal object colliding into the wall could be heard; Mike's seemingly 'only' option. Had it really been his only option? To throw a can? He could have ran towards her, kicked their knees in and saved her... But he didn't. He had taken the cowards way out and now he would have to watch this poor, innocent young girl be devoured and stuffed into a suit because of their supposed 'rules'. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The bear carefully placed thick, furred paws on the child's face, covering her mouth as he scooped her up with such speed that her limbs dangled frantically yet wobbly, almost like a wacky inflatable tube man in the wind. Bonnie, the purple rabbit followed suit as the leader of the group carried the silenced child to the backstage, vanishing into the darkness. Chica whirled and clicked, heading towards the hall and crushing the can as she stepped on it carelessly.

"Heya b-boys and girls! Let's have a party! /kill him/ It'll be soooo- ooo s - so much fun!"

The chicken exclaimed coldly, hues black and body now pressing against the window; Watching intently. She pressed more and more, teeth glinting and clamping together as she spoke her cues.

"Shit... Shit! Come on... only an hour and a half left... I'll inform the police and explain what happened... Come on... stinking clock..."

Cold, soft and yet firm... What was this thing on her mouth, pressing into her and fogging her mind with pressure? She meakly struggled, tiny digits pushing into whatever had her, only to get a grunt in response. She let out a whimper, tears welling up from her tiny green eyes, beginning to roll down her rosy cheeks. Was she going to die tonight? To run away from a drunken, abusive father only to be put out like a candle's flame and cease to live? No! She fought more and more, only to be dropped to the ground with a thud. Her butt was sore, though her only thought was to run and hide, her knees shaking about as she pressed closely to whatever she could to get away.

"P...please... I'm sorry I broke in... I love this place...Bonnie...I thought you were a g...good guy..."

Having remained in the background of what Freddy was doing, Bonnie kneeled next to the young girl, pink orbs staring calmly yet coolly at young Taylor. No words were spoken, only an action would proceed as the animatronic brought out her plush and handed it to her, smiling and in one piece. She clung to her plush, sniffling as she scooted to the left to avoid the so called 'Friendly' band. Bonnie shook his head and walked away to help Chica, leaving her alone with the scary, towering bear. It was too dark for her to see any way out, the only light seeming to come from the leader's eyes. She was terrified, her heart racing and wanting to pop out of her chest. What was she going to do? Her body moved as she reacted without thinking, ducking between his legs, she darted to the restroom with the hope of getting back out and never coming here again. She was almost there, and yet as she dipped to the corner; There in her way stood Chica. A bellowed moan left the chicken's beak as she scooped up the young girl and merely stared at her.

"Hey little g-giiiirl, no need to be sad! Let's get s-s-some pizza-/flesh/"

She writhed, kicking against the female band member as she screamed out once more.

"Let go let go let go!"

Chica twitched, eyes becoming normal once again as she put the young girl down and smiled eerily. She seemed to have recognized the tone of voice, the size of the child also helping to save her. Chica kneeled down, her beaked smile altering to a frown as she shook her head. Maybe she didn't mean to be so scary,the girl thought. What if they just didn't like adults? It was a kid Pizzaria after all. Taylor blinked with confusion, and soon realized she had dropped her beloved bunny on the ground. She was too petrified to think about getting it back. Having the chicken right there was bad enough, and soon Freddy had caught up and was a mere feet or two away. What was she to do? She was scared but something stirred inside her. They couldn't be that fast right? They were just furry robots, so maybe she could dart once more? Turning on her heel, she ran past Freddy and blindly passed the tables and towards Pirates Cove. She had noticed it was always out of order, but she got to see it once.
Once...

/-flash-/

"Where'd your stinking beat run off to? Well Shelly? "

A slurred man spoke sluggishly, a disgruntled look upon his face. It was Taylor's father and he was angrily drunk like always. Shelly, the mother, was of course with her gaze to the ground as she cowered before the man. She wasn't a dominant person, she was far too kind for that, which probably is why she ended up this way. Broken, scared and no one to talk to. She mumbled that she would find her, and scurried off towards the bathroom.

" STUPID STUPID STUPID!... *sniff* why did he have to come here too?... Poor mommy, he's such an idiot! Why does he always stink?!"

Taylor was nine at the time, her birthday merely a few weeks away and even though she was at her favorite Pizzaria, she hid away. Having only knowing of the band animatronics, she darted beneath the out of order stage and found herself mesmerized. It was some kind of attraction and yet she had never seen it before. A wooden boat was against the wall, dust covering almost everything as she coughed. Covering her mouth with her shirt, she blinked as a figure came into vision. It was another animatronic! Dusty, torn and somewhat creepy, this one seemed to be all alone and beat up. She stepped closer, touching the old dingy, red fur with a smile. He had a hook and looked like a fox! She wondered what his name was, and scratched her head to think.

"I'll call you... Admiral Fox! No no... Um, Captain Foxy of the Seven Seas!"

She danced around him and plopped infront of him shortly after nearly tripping over his foot. Why had this one been put out and kept under a filthy curtain? It was sad and sadly, though she wanted to stay, her mother had found her. With a gasp, Taylor hid behind Foxy and looked down at the ground. Was she going to get yelled at now? No, her mother never yelled. With a worried expression, her mother spoke.

"Taylor! You had me so worried dear... oh dear, sweety... you shouldn't be near this thing. It's out of order, come on... your father is waiting-"

"No! Captain Foxy and I are having fun! We're going to travel the world an-"

"There ya are, ya damn brat! Let's. Go!"

"But... Foxy is better... I don't want to go home..."

The man kicked the Animatronic, roughly grabbing the young girl and tossing her through the curtain as she began to cry. The workers soon noticed and called the police, and her father stayed the night in jail. It was a lot better than him coming home...

/-end-/

5 A.M.

He was flipping the cameras, frantic and frightened. He should have been brave, he should have saved her... Wait. Was that her? The camera had stopped at the bathroom view, revealing the plumped chicken standing in front of the young girl. She was still alive! This gave him hope, hope that maybe they wouldn't hurt a child and it was only adults that they despised. As he followed her on camera, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw her head towards Pirate Cove!

"Oh dear god...no! NO!"

She hid inside the boat and kept quiet, hoping her dear pal Foxy wouldn't hurt her. Foxy twitched, walking towards her as he screeched loudly, mouth loosely open as his eyes gave a faint glow. She yelped and cowered, swiping her hand back and forth to keep him away.

"Ca...Captain Fo-Foxy? Please save me..."

The red old fox stopped, tilting his head as he lowered himself to a crouch and spoke. It was mechanical, more so then the others as he creaked and clanked.

"Ye be fine lass, none shall ha-harm ye. Not with ole' Foxy here. Tis al-almost time for Ye to ship out to land. /safety/"

As he spoke, the sound of a tune rung through, the fox's ears twitching as he gave at quipt nod and got back into place. The bell, or song had sounded, the band resuming their spots as if never alive. Mike ran out of the office and grabbed Taylor by the hand and brought her into the light. He was shaking, she screamed and all the while, the animatronics stared.

They had both made it...

But what now?