A/N: Well this just turned into a... never mind, I'll let you guys read. Enjoy!
"Okay, it's twelve and I'm getting ready for... whoever."
Alex simply sat around in the security office, whether it was being lazy or just looking at the cameras to see if he could see something... anything at all. Foxy was nice earlier... but he was like a bear. One moment they're your friend, the next they are attacking you. He just could not win with the bloke.
As he sat there, doing whatever, he hears "London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down! London Bridge is falling down my dear lady."
Alex sat there for a moment in silence before he says, "No, no, nah ah, no, nope, hell no! I ain't doing that again!"
That's when he hears something running down the left hallway. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to check."
As he's walking through the hallway, flashlight on and pointed directly in front of him, he continuously looks around, not wanting to get ambushed by anything... and then the sweetest, darkest, and now creepiest nursery rhyme ever echoes throughout the building.
"Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down."
Alex growls, remembering that he was dealing with spirits. "Fucking ghosts."
"Ring around the rosie, what do you suppose we, can do about the darkness, in which we drown?"
Alex stops, never hearing that part before. He continues to listen, his other hand reaching for his pistol... which he remembered to finally bring.
"Ring around the rosie, this evil thing it knows me, lost ones around me, I can't fall down."
"I hate children... currently, they all suck."
"Murderer!"
Turning around, Alex sees one of the children. "Great, it's you. How about you shove off?"
The child soon disappears... and Alex naturally turns back around to see Foxy charging down the hall.
"Scurvy sea devil ye be!"
Alex simply twists and runs into the closest room, holding it closed... only to see Foxy enter through the other door.
"Fuck this," and Alex opens the door and runs back into the hallway, hearing Foxy open the door a couple seconds later.
"Shit, shit, shit shit shit. Shit!"
He continues to run, Foxy still chasing him. He runs passed the stage, ignoring Freddy and his little gang's evil glare as he runs by... which soon Foxy ran passed them as well.
Alex turns and enters the bathrooms, hiding behind one of the stalls. That's when he hears the clanking noise of metal on tile.
"Where ye be scalawag? Ye have to walk the plank!"
Standing on the toilet so Foxy won't see his feet, he crouches down so Foxy can't see him... hoping Foxy won't see him anyways. That's when Foxy knocks on the door.
"Are ye in here guard?"
More knocking, this time getting louder and harder. Finally, Alex couldn't take it so...
"Occupied."
"Oh... sorry lad. Come find me when ye be ready to go at it again."
That's when he hears Foxy walk away. Sighing in relief, Alex sits down... only to hear "Murderer!"
As Foxy walks out of the bathroom, he sighs heavily. "No one ever wants to play with-"
Alex soon runs passed him, shouting, "Stay away fucking little brats!"
Foxy simply laughs and starts to chase Alex, shouting, "Game on!"
Alex heads to Pirate's Cove and, running on the stage, he waits for Foxy to come in... to which he does. Alex laughs and asks, "Do you want another ass whooping bitch?"
Foxy simply laughs and says, "I think ye will find the tables have turned."
Alex rolls his eyes and, grabbing the rubber hilt, he pulls it out... to see it wasn't a sword. In fact, he was surprised to find it inside of a kid friendly restaurant.
"Why the fuck is there a dildo back here?"
"Because I have come to claim ye booty."
"Shit..."
Alex turns to run, but Foxy's hook grabs his shirt collar. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
"Stop squirming ye sea devil! Ye might like bein' my first mate... or second... whichever ye prefer."
"Why me? I hate this job now..."
"Same here lad. But ye always need a stress reliever."