Mike jolted awake we heard a large clanging noise sound down the hall. Rolling himself back towards his desk, he quickly tapped through the cameras. Bonnie had apparently dropped something in the kitchen, as she walked out into the Dining Hall, head down, as Chica glared at her back. Freddy walked over to, and seemed to console her a bit. Bonnie perked up immediately, and began to wander down the East Hall. Chica crossed her arms, and returned to the kitchen. Freddy looked up into the camera, nodded once, then went back to straightening the askew chairs Mike and the custodian forgot to fix.
Satisfied nothing was amiss, Mike decided to check Pirate's Cove, and immediately slammed the left door shut and braced himself upon seeing the curtains wide open. Mike sat with his eyes screwed shut for several minutes, until he realized that Foxy hadn't arrived. Puzzled, Mike turned back to his tablet, making a note of the time, 2:13. Flicking through the cameras, he saw Bonnie walking back into the Dining Hall, possibly to make amends with Chica, heard the clang of pots from the disabled kitchen camera, and saw Freddy standing backstage, rearranging the spare costume suit heads.
I really hope those are empty, thought Mike, and resumed his hunt for Foxy. Not finding him on any cameras and Pirate's Cove clearly empty through the open curtain, it occurred to Mike to check the blind spots. Raising the left door cautiously, he quickly shined the door light, seeing nothing but empty hall. Turning to his right, he again shined the door lights, hand tensed over the close button, but again just finding empty hallway.
Now Mike was worried. If Foxy couldn't be seen around the restaurant, then where was he?
I suppose I could…ask the others, thought Mike, but brushed it aside. They might converse with each other, and Mike might have awkward conversations during the day, but he didn't believe the robots could really communicate aside from gestures. After all, he never heard them speak, since only the Kitchen had audio, and assumed they communicated through body language, or their screeching. But…
I suppose there wouldn't be any harm... I could keep the doors closed, I guess, thought Mike. Making up his mind, Mike reached over for the intercom microphone, which was used in case of emergencies. Pressing the "transmit" key, and hoping it still worked, Mike called out.
"Um, could Freddy and his band re-report to the Security Office? The, uh, right door only please…"
Bonnie turned to look towards the speaker in the kitchen.
Mike wants us to go to him? She thought. Chica was equally confused, and shot a glance at Bonnie through the dark. The animatronics had night vision installed, in order to navigate in the poorly lit Backstage, which gave them their characteristic glowing eyes. It was very useful when power was conserved at night. Dropping her pan on the table, Chica exited the kitchen and glanced back at Bonnie.
"You coming?" she asked
"Yes. Hang on," Bonnie replied.
The two walked into the dining hall, watching as an equally confused Freddy came out backstage and stepped down, waving the rabbit and chicken over to him.
"It appears Michael wants to speak with us," Freddy surmised.
"But why? He's always ignored us before," questioned Bonnie, "I doubt he trusts us."
"Beats me," Chica said, "Maybe he wants pizza?"
"I guess…" Bonnie said slowly.
"We could spend all night wondering what he wants, or we could go find out," Freddy said matter-of-factly, before fixing his hat and bowtie and turning smartly towards the East Hall.
"Well, hey! Hang on a second!" called Chica, following after him.
Bonnie shrugged to herself, and followed the bird.
Upon arriving at the Security Office, Bonnie was dismayed to find the door was closed, and saw Mike standing in front of his desk, hands on his hips, staring at the camera tablet with a furrowed brow. Freddy tapped on the glass.
Whirling around, Mike turned with a look of surprise on his face.
"Wow, you guys actually came! You can, uh, understand me right?" he asked.
The three, at a loss for words at their situation, slowly nodded in unison, heads jerking up and down. Mike blew out air through his mouth with a pfff, and ran his hand through his hair, before clicking the light switch on the right door. With Freddy and the others illuminated, Mike seemed a bit more confident.
"So, uh, where's Foxy?" he asked.
"Don't you know? You got that fancy camera thing right?" Chica immediately replied, crossing her arms.
Taken aback by her sudden speaking and very human like gesture, he stammered, "Well, um, I, er, haven't seen him on it…"
"You haven't?" asked Freddy, brows arching with surprise, "But the entire restaurant has surveillance, where could he go?"
"I was hoping you'd tell me," Mike admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"But the only place that doesn't have any cameras is outside," Bonnie supplied, "And the doors are locked."
"Yeah, I lock them as soon as the custodian leaves, I even have the keys right he- Oh no." Mike stopped mid-sentence, eyes wide.
"You didn't lose the keys, did ya?" asked Chica, narrowing her eyes, "I thought you were supposed to keep this place locked up."
"Chica, please," scolded Freddy, "Michael, did you have the keys with you?"
"Of course, I'd be fired if they found them anywhere else!" he replied.
"Bonnie, check the main entrance please," Freddy requested.
"Okay," Bonnie replied, walking away. A gasp was heard and she ran back towards the office, paws over her mouth
"What?" asked Mike nervously.
"They're open! The doors are open!" Bonnie gasped.
Foxy looked all around, this head snapping in every direction, hoping to look at everything at once. There were lights everywhere, along the street, by the buildings, everywhere! After his initial sprint from the Freddy Fazbear parking lot, he stopped in awe when he reached the main street. There wasn't anyone else moving about at this hour, so Foxy had the street to himself, and he explored every inch of it. Stopping in front of a manhole cover, he looked at it, head cocked to the right, eyes glowing in the low light. Spying a hole in the middle, he stuck his hook into it and pulled, tossing aside the heavy metal disk as he peered into the pit.
Seeing nothing of particular interest inside, Foxy continued on his way down the road, following the yellow line in the center, leaving the cover in the bushes where he threw it. Then something else caught his attention, a fire hydrant. Standing next to it, the pirate fox analyzed the dull yellow of the object in the glow of nearby street lamp, which to him made it appear like gold. Spurred on by possible treasure, Foxy did the ages-old pirate test for real gold. He crouched down and bit it. Hard. His jaws creaked, and he immediately let go, rubbing the bottom jaw as it was knocked askew. Looking at the hydrant, he saw a large dent and deep scrapes along the top where the bite was. Seeing that paint had been scraped off, revealing a dull iron color underneath, Foxy snapped his lower jaw back into place with a scowl.
Fool's gold! I shoulda known! He thought angrily, and kicked the hydrant in disgust, leaving another deep dent.
Stomping back onto the road, Foxy's attention was immediately diverted by two bright lights approaching from the distance. All previous anger faded away as he watched this bizarre phenomenon. For some reason, something stirred in his memory, like a long forgotten fact suddenly brought to light by his situation. As the lights grew closer and closer, Foxy half-closed his eyes in the glare and in thought.
Wait a minute. That there looks a lot like a-
"Car!" he suddenly yelled, sprinting towards the bushes on the side of the road and falling inside, out of the way the approaching hunk of metal. A dreadful screech sounded, and the car screamed to a stop, tires smoking, and Foxy remained hidden as best he could in the bushes. The doors to the car opened, and 4 teens climbed out, looking around.
"What the hell was that in the middle of the road!?" the driver, a male, cried.
"I dunno man, but did you see it? It was huge!" replied another, holding his hands a large distance apart for emphasis.
"I saw it head towards the bushes!" said another, this one female, Foxy noted, pointing to his hiding place.
"We should check it out!" said the last member, swaying slightly on his feet, before he began to stumble towards the pushes, searching eagerly. Suddenly, Foxy felt a hand on his foot, and heard the teen gasp
"What the?" he said, slowly feeling his way along Foxy's legs, "There's some metal thing here!"
Upon feeling the teen's hands move, Foxy let out a deep growl through his voice box. He did not like to be touched. The hand stopped, and immediately withdrew, followed by the teen, eyes wide with panic.
"Oh my God! Are those eyes!?" the girl cried, pointing to Foxy's glowing yellow eyes. The group slowly backed away from the bush towards their car. Tired of being touched and talked about, Foxy stood quickly out of the bushes, and screeched.
"SKREEEEE!" Foxy cried, eye patch lowered, arms above his head in a threatening position, right in front of the group.
"Holy shit!" the driver cried, and the four scrambled back into their car, and sped away.
"That'll teach ya not ta mess wit a pirate!" Foxy called after them, and briefly considered sprinting after the figures, but decided against it. They were customers, since they were outside the pizzeria, and Foxy had found something much more interesting. A row of houses.
Author's Note: (Scroll like mad if you don't care)
Man, those two chapters got up quick, didn't they?
For those of you curious for a bit more information, and to those wondering "Why are those lines there at the end?" This is of course assuming those translated onto FanFiction. If they didn't, welp, ignore the following. Or keep going, you rebel. I like you. Anyways, I originally envisioned this series as one big story with oneshots for each chapter, until I realized that this first one kept getting longer. And longer. So I decided to split it up into multiple multi-chapter stories. If a chapter ends in a page break line, that's why.
Besides, I can be more detailed in descriptions and such, plus it pads out my portfolio and makes look like an author. Also, for those curious, no. I have not actually played Five Nights at Freddy's. This is because I am a sissy, scare easily, and wouldn't have enough Windex or laundry detergent if I were to play. Or bleach. I have however listened (not watched, mind you) several Let's Plays as well as visit the wiki for it, so I still get the basic idea. The entire concept is fascinating and damn terrifying, and I've enjoyed the other FNAF works on this site.
If anybody's curious as to what my penname means (I'm just reaching for topics for this A/N, huh?) Delta V stands for change in Velocity, in other words slowing down, speeding up, or changing direction. Without Delta V, you couldn't get anywhere, and you couldn't stop once you did! I like science. I want to avoid Author's Notes this long in the future, so I'm just showing my hand now since I promised not to put one at the end of chapter 1.
Oh, and one other thing, since this is a oneshot-turned-story, expect the next chapters fairly soon-ish, since I've already planned out this story (and the next one too, if you'd like to know.). Well, I really can't think of anything else for you guys to know about, so I guess I'll wait for some reviews, if I get some. Yup. If you've kept reading this to the end as opposed to just scrolling like mad, thank you! You're my new favorite acquaintance I won't talk to. If you kept scrolling and saw this as you hit the bottom of the page, well that's why I put these at the bottom, so you can easily ignore me. It's okay. I'm not mad. I would do it if I was you. –casual salute- See y'all in the next A/N.