"You want to do what?" Molly's boss said, staring at her.
"I want to fix up Foxy and get him performing again," Molly said, "I know I can get him in working order. I'll take care of any materials needed out of my own money. My friend can help. He used to be on my high school's robotics team and had a perfect GPA. He's a robotic genius. Please, Mr. Fazbear. Foxy deserves a second chance."
"Alright, fine…" he sighed, "But if ANYTHING goes wrong with Foxy, and I mean ANYTHING, I'm holding you personally responsible."
Molly nodded, "I understand. But nothing will go wrong, I promise!"
"Take him to your house. I don't want anyone accidentally seeing you and getting too excited if he doesn't work after all of this," Mr. Fazbear said.
"I'll take him after my shift tonight," Molly nodded once more.
She left the small office and walked out into the dining room of the small pizzeria and looked at the stage. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were playing a song to a crowd of children who were singing along, while Foxy stayed hidden as always, behind his out of order sign and curtains.
Molly mouthed 'bye' to the animatronics and headed out the front door and into the blinding sunlight.
"Molly!" someone called.
A man ran over to the security guard and hugged her before she could react.
"Whoa!" yelled Molly, "Let go of me, Jason!"
Her friend laughed and let her go, "Sorry. But I missed you! I'm so excited to help out with this project!"
"I know. Come on, I'm heading home," Molly said.
"But I'm hungry!" whined Jason, "Let's just eat here and I can get a look at what I'm dealing with so I can start planning!"
Molly looked warily at her work and sighed, "Fine…"
She led the way back into the pizzeria and went into the dining room. The other staff let them go without paying, recognizing the guard.
"We have to go through here to get to my office," Molly said, "We'll eat in there then I'll take you to see Foxy."
She grabbed a chair from one of the tables in the dining room and dragged it along into the security office, setting it at the desk.
"I'll put in an order for a pizza. What kind do you want?" Molly asked.
"Pepperoni," grinned Jason.
Molly left Jason at the desk and to the kitchen, once more passing the stage. This time the curtains were closed so the characters could 'take a break and get some pizza' as the staff always announced between shows.
"Hey, Alex, can you make a large half-cheese, half-pepperoni pizza for me and my friend? We're going to work on Foxy," Molly said to the chef.
The chef nodded in agreement, "Sure thing. It'll be ready soon!"
Molly headed back to the security office where she found Jason spinning around on her chair. He stopped when he realized his friend had come back.
"Quit being a little kid. We need to discuss what we're going to do with Foxy. He needs some general patching for his fur, which I have covered, as well as his jaw. I need you to figure out what caused him to go crazy and almost kill someone back in '87 and make sure it doesn't happen again," Molly said, "Can you handle that?"
"Not a problem," Jason said, "I bet I can fix him before the day is over."
Molly rolled her eyes, "I'd love to see that."
"I'm on it!" with that, Jason ran off.
"Shit! Jason, wait! You can't go into Pirate Cove alone!" Molly yelled, hurrying after him.
Jason reached Pirate Cove before Molly could stop him and got behind the curtains. Foxy turned and stared at the stranger, startled.
"Avast, ye scurvy dog! Best be leaving me cove before ye be walking the plank!" Foxy said, waving his hook in Jason's face.
Jason stumbled backwards, startled by the outburst.
"Foxy! Jason! Wait!" Molly shouted, hurrying behind the curtains.
The two looked at her, Foxy holding Jason up by his shirt with his hook.
"Is this scallywag with ye?" Foxy questioned.
"Yes! Put him down! And quit the pirate act. We're not kids," Molly said.
She'd learned many secrets while working at Freddy's, one of which being that Foxy only talked like a pirate during restaurant hours and kids were around. When it was closed and empty, he talked in a normal voice.
"Why is he here?" demanded Foxy, setting Jason down.
"He's going to help me fix you. Remember what I discussed with the others yesterday? He's the friend I said would help," Molly explained, "Now, please be nice to him. We just want to help you."
Foxy was silent, staring at the two friends.
"Don't you want to perform again?" Molly asked.
"Yes…" Foxy muttered.
"Then let us help you," Molly said.
"You'll need to power down for a while," Jason instructed him.
"Hang on, Jason. Let's eat first. Our pizza should be done soon," said Molly.
She and Jason went back to the security office where the pizza was already waiting and starting to get cool. They ate in companionable silence, both considering the work that lay ahead of them.
"Are there any spare parts?" Jason suddenly asked.
"Try the parts and services room, duh," Molly said, "I'll take you there after we eat."
"Sounds good. So this guy Foxy was your favorite?"
"Oh yeah. He was a hero to me…"
"Well, hopefully we can get him up and running."
"I hope… I think it would really help him. He's cranky from being lonely and if I have to be around him every night like that, I think I'll go insane. All I would hear is 'Arrr! Me be a pirate! Walk the plank ye scurvy dog!'"
Jason laughed and covered his eye to imitate an eye patch, "Ahoy, matey! Bury me gold for me!"
Molly laughed as well, enjoying being with her friend once more.
"Come on, let's go fix up that grumpy old fox," Jason said, finishing his half of the pizza.
"If he lets us…" muttered Molly, worrying Foxy wouldn't cooperate, knowing by now how stubborn he could be.