Answers

Instead of coming back at night, Alex came back during the day, surprising the owner of Freddy Fazbear's.

"Oh… Alex, what are you doing here so early?"

As Alex, dressed as a security guard, stood in the door, several children ran passed him. Instead of telling them to slow down, Alex says to the owner, "You owe me some answers."

"A-Answers? Why… Why would you say that?"

"Why would I hear children… talking, in the hallway… at night?"

"Well, maybe people were sneaking in and-"

With a growl, Alex quietly says, "It sounded like they were getting murdered to me."

With a nervous laugh, the owner says, "Look, no one here was murdered by anyone, especially by a man dressed up as our Golden Freddy."

"Um… I never said anything about someone dressing up as a character and murdering anyone… Okay, now I know you know more than you let on. So tell me what happened."

With a laugh, the owner says, "Or I could just simply fire you and be done with it."

"Firing me won't stop me from getting answers. It'll just make me more… inventive. So tell me what happened. Now."

With a heavy sigh, the owner says, "Alright… follow me."

The owner turns around and starts walking out of the Party Room, to which Alex follows him. As they walk, the owner suddenly enters the parts room and closes the door once Alex was inside.

"Okay, you want to hear the story?"

Alex looks around for a bit before he nods his head, wanting to know what happened.

"Okay, very well. A while back, a man… a very sick man dressed up as our Golden Freddy. Well, the Golden Freddy was used for birthdays and special events… he used the costume to lure kids back… back here…"

"What happened," Alex asks, a little worried about the answer.

"He… he killed them… tortured them… it… it was nasty. When one of the employees came back here, after the killer had finished, he… he threw up. There was blood everywhere and-and limbs… he stuffed their bodies in four of our suits so we… we handed them over to police. Well… that's when the restaurant became… haunted. The machines started to ooze blood and mucus… Foxy damn near killed a kid… we had to restrain them. They were becoming dangerous. So we hired security guards for the night shift… just so they can make sure the machines didn't do… anything weird."

With a growl, Alex nearly shouts, "Weird?! Those fucking machines… the one called Foxy nearly killed me!"

"I understand your anger… please don't blame them… just… please stay."

"Oh, I'm staying. I'm just going to be getting to the bottom of what's going on."

Without letting the owner say another word, Alex twists around and walks down the hall, still mad at his boss.

As he entered the party room, he saw the children gathered around the stage, cheering on Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie.

For whatever reason, he looked to Pirate Cove and saw how abandoned it looked. With a sigh, he walked towards it, remembering his fight with Foxy. He was glad he kept his own… he had no idea how he won, but a victory is a victory.

He soon stopped, now officially in Pirate Cove. Looking around, he asks himself, "Why would Foxy bite someone?"

"Better question is why would we let Foxy bite someone…"

Alex twists around to see the owner behind him. "Oh great, it's you."

"I know you're mad at me for keeping secrets, but you have to understand, the police caught the killer so I just swept the secret under the rug. I didn't want anyone to be poking at all the skeletons in the closet… if you catch my drift."

Alex nods his head before he says, "Look, I'm sorry about earlier… but I just want to know what kind of crazy stuff I should expect…"

That's when he hears, "Yar har har…"

The owner sighs and says, "Looks like he heard us talking. We should leave before-"

"Before what?"

"Before he comes out and does whatever he does."

Alex turns around and says, "You can go. I'm going to watch."

Sighing heavily, the owner turns and walks away, leaving Alex alone in Private Cove.

The curtains soon part and Foxy emerges on the stage.

"Ahoy me mateys! This be yer cap'n Foxy! Shall we sail the seven seas or shall we go on some fun thrilling adventure?"

Alex sits still for a second, waiting for Foxy to respond. Finally, the machine gets the hint that no one has said anything.

"I can't hear ye kids. Perhaps ye should speak up a bit so Cap'n Foxy can hear ye."

Still remaining quiet, Alex watches as Foxy turns his attention towards him, as if not understanding why there are no kids there.

"Ahoy me matey, say, do ye know where the wee lil sailors are?"

Alex shakes his head and says, "With Freddy and the others."

Something changed with Foxy. He seemed… sadder all of the sudden.

"Oh… alright… well… I guess I'll be goin' on an adventure by me self… again…"

"You alright?"

"Yar, I be fine lad."

Alex sighs before he asks, "You sure?"

"Well… no…"

They spent the next ten minutes in total silence. If anyone were to look over, they would see the security guard looking around as if trying to think of something to say while Foxy rubbed his arm with his hook.

Finally, as if finding something to talk about, Alex asks, "So… what adventure did you have in mind?"

"What ye mean lad?"

"What is this awesomely thrilling adventure of a lifetime that you had planned?"

Those words changed Foxy. Instead of being a downer, he suddenly shot up and said excitedly, "C'mon me matey, we be going to the seven seas searchin' for treasure! This will be the adventure for Davey Jones' secret pizza locker!"

"That sounds… awful…"

With a sigh, Foxy becomes sad once more before he says, "Okay… ye think of somethin' then."

"Well…" he suddenly looks at his watch before he says, "Oh, I gotta go. I'll see you tonight…"

He turns and walks away, leaving Foxy alone. Foxy simply climbs on the stage and walks behind the curtains before saying really quietly, "You too lad."

A/N: I have no idea where my buddy is taking this. First you got action, then you get a little mystery and horror... and now we have some weird hurt/comfort going on... or friendship... whichever. Honestly, I won't be surprised if he decides to have Alex and Foxy become... y'know... have one of them getting bent over the desk while the other... does his thing... and they both like it... but that's just me. For all I know (since he doesn't tell me shit!) it'll end with a nuclear explosion and everyone will die in fire!

So... if you are confused, we'll create a club called the "I'm so fucking confused I need to look at my hand for confirmation on my confusion" club. It will be great. If you understand this... well... you are a winner. You win a win status. WIN!

So hope you enjoyed it and hopefully my friend explains what the fuck he is writing... and I uh... I made a mistake... whoops... Um... I think in one of the chapters, I said my friend is the one I'm borrowing the OCs from... but that was the mistake. Assassin Wolf is not the one writing this, but a different friend is.