"And he had, like, laser eyes and shit! It was horrifying!" the young man, Dennis, told Mike, "and like, 3 foot long teeth, and this hook thing!"

"Right, right, yeah, 3 foot hook, whatever, did you see where he went?" Mike asked in a rush.

"'Nah, man, we got the hell outta Dodge when it charged," Dennis said, hands spread out in a "whaddya gonna do" gesture, "Wait. He? You know that thing?"

"Sorta, look, where did you run into him?" Mike pressed. Time was running out.

"Like, a couple blocks that way," Dennis replied, pointing.

"Thanks. Look, that thing? It was for a movie, our guy just likes to mess with people," Mike lied, sticking to the movie story.

"Dude, seriously!? Am I gonna be in it? I could totally be an extra for you!" Dennis looked at him, grin spreading across his face.

"Yeah, sure, fine, look I gotta go, okay? We'll call you or something," Mike said, turning to leave.

"Well, hang on, lemme get you my number," Dennis said, pulling out his phone.

"Geez, pal, my people will call your people, now I gotta go," Mike told Dennis, exasperated.

Mike had just started pushing past him when screams suddenly sounded out from down the street.

Oh crap, Mike thought, and turned to the bushes behind him. He could make out the soft blue glow of Freddy's eyes, and from how wide they were, he had the same thought.

"The hell was that?" Dennis asked, turning toward the sound.

"Daniel," Mike began, turning back.

"Dennis,"

"Whatever, listen to me, you really don't wanna go over there, okay?" Mike explained, and began running towards the sound.

"Hey man, what the hell!?" Dennis called after him, until he saw Freddy and the rest follow Mike down the street.

"The shit? There's more? Oh, screw this!" Dennis shouted, running in the opposite direction.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh SHIT, Mike thought, as he ran towards the screaming, speeding up when he heard Foxy's distinct "SKREEE!"

"I thought you said he wouldn't kill anyone!" Mike fired back towards Freddy, who was right behind. Freddy opened his mouth to speak, but shut it in determination, and stayed silent, looking away but still running straight.

Then the screams stopped, and Mike felt a chill run through his body. Rounding a corner, he saw Foxy sitting on the curb, head down and staring at the street.

"What did you do!?" Mike shouted, but Foxy didn't even look up, just pointed to the house behind him.

"Go, Michael, we'll take Foxy back to the pizzeria," Freddy said, pulling Foxy to his feet. Mike heard him mumble, "I wan' ta' go home."

Mike pounded on the front door.

"Hello!? Hello!? Are you guys okay!?" Mike called through the door. There was no answer, and the door didn't open. Panicking, Mike started to throw his shoulder into the door, attempting to break it down. After the third attempt, the door finally opened, revealing a wide-eyed man.

"What the hell are you trying to do!?" he demanded.

Stopping to compose himself, Mike gestured to his uniform.

"I'm the security guard. I heard screaming, are you folks alright?"

"Alright!? We had a damn monster attack us, and you ask us if we're alright!?" the man screamed, furious.

"Is anyone hurt?" Mike asked.

"No, but my wife is in shock, and our boy won't stop crying!" the man explained.

Relief flooded through Mike's body, and he asked, "Can I speak with your son?"

"Why? Did you have something to do with this? I'm calling the cops!" the man yelled.

"Okay, okay, relax," Mike said, holding his hands up in front of him, "I'm just doing my job."

Eventually, Mike was able to talk the man down, and under the guise of reporting everything to the police, was able to interview their son, Caleb.

"So… What happened?" Mike asked, aware of Caleb's father standing right behind him.

"I…" Caleb began, before looking at his father, who nodded,

"It's okay, son, tell him everything that happened," he said.

Caleb stared at his father a bit longer, and Mike crouched down to his level.

"Just say what you remember, okay? I'm a guard, I'll make sure this gets fixed," Mike told him, smiling.

"Well… I heard a noise outside. Sadie was barking, and I wanted to see what it was," Caleb said, fiddling with his hands, eyes shifting from the ceiling, floor, his father, and Mike, "and I saw this thing outside. He said he was a pirate, and wanted to know what I was doing awake…"

"Go on," Mike said gently.

"I said I couldn't sleep, and he said he'd tell me a story, so I let him in…"

"You let him inside our house!?" Caleb's mother suddenly yelled, "How many times have we told you not to talk to strangers!?"

"But he was so nice!" Caleb replied indigently, "And for a while, we had fun! His story was great, with treasure, and Blackbeard, and gold, and-."

"What else happened?" Mike asked, trying to steer the conversation back on topic.

"Then Mama came in, and she screamed, and then Dad screamed, and then Foxy screamed…" Caleb said, starting to cry again, "Why did Foxy get so scary?"

"His name was Foxy?" Caleb's father asked, and his son nodded.

"That's… strange," Mike said awkwardly, shifting his weight back and forth

"Wait a minute… Foxy sounds familiar… Wasn't that that ani-mah-whatzit from that pizza joint? Fuzzy's or something? That attacked that guy years ago?" Caleb's father said.

"Oh, right, I remember that!" Caleb's mother agreed, eyes wide, "I remember looking that up when Lisa mentioned it. But it couldn't have been here, could it?"

Mike's eyes shifted around, suddenly remembering his uniform…

"Hey! What's that say on your shirt?" Caleb's mother asked Mike.

"Well, thank you for your time, I'll make sure the police hear about this. Ha-have a good one," Mike stammered out, before quickly exiting the house, breaking into a run outside until the house was out of sight. Letting out a sigh, he checked his watch: 5:45. Mike jogged back towards Freddy Fazbear's, spying the front doors hastily left ajar.

Mike found Freddy sitting on his stage, top hat beside him. He looked up when Mike entered.

"Foxy's back in Pirate Cove. He's pretty shaken up, but no damage. Chica's furious with him, and Bonnie's upset. They're in the kitchen," Freddy reported, a clanging confirming him.

"Thanks Freddy," Mike said, to which Freddy nodded sadly.

"That family… Were they…?" Freddy asked.

"Scared, angry, but otherwise, they're okay. I don't think they'll press the matter too much. Not like anyone's gonna believe them, anyway," Mike replied, seeing Freddy visibly relax.

"Thank goodness, I feared the worst," Freddy said, before standing up, "It's almost six, I believe, I better get the others."

As Freddy left for the kitchen, Mike walked to Pirate Cove.

"F-Foxy?" Mike called, sticking his head through the curtain nervously, "You okay?"

"Go away," he heard from the darkness.

"The family's fine, scared, but gonna live," Mike said.

"I scared 'em," Foxy said, ashamed, "I almost killed 'em."

"Yeah, that was pretty screwed up," Mike agreed. Hearing a low growl, Mike quickly added, "But you didn't, so that's good, right?"

"Bu' tha' lad," Foxy said, turning and having his glowing eyes give Mike something to talk at, "The lad wa' so frigh'end, all because o' me."

"Well," Mike said, sitting down in front of the gap in the curtain, suddenly knowing what to say, "He did say he enjoyed your story…"

Foxy perked up a bit at that. "…Really?"

"Yeah. There was Blackbeard and stuff, apparently it was great," Mike told the pirate, before becoming stern, "You're still in trouble for sneaking out, and you owe me a ton for covering for you."

"'M sorry 'bou tha', Mike," Foxy said, "Ye can take some o' me treasure, if ye like."

"You and I both know it's plastic, but nice try," Mike told them, and Foxy chuckled. After a short pause, Foxy spoke up again,

"Thank ye, Mike. Ye'd make a good first mate," Foxy said, before his eyes suddenly dimmed. Mike checked his watch, reading 6:00 am, and sighed.

"Well, thanks, I guess," Mike said, before checking and making sure Freddy and his band were in position. Confirming nothing was amiss, Mike greeted the morning manager at the door.

"Jesus, Mike, you look like Hell ran you over with a steamroller, was it rough?" the manager asked.

"Nah. Just another night," Mike said, exiting the restaurant.

A/N: Well, well, well. Looks like we're all done here. The first little venture in this series and done, and let me tell you, I really enjoyed writing it. Some of you might be surprised this was so short, and honestly, I'm surprised this is so long, since it was a one-shot originally. Thanks for reading through it, but for those of you slightly disappointed, have no fear! This is just the beginning of a series of short stories all falling under the "Just Another Night" theme I just made up. Like right now. If you've become inspired by this piece (which, honestly I'd be surprised, and this sounds pretty conceited), I urge you to write your own. This was my first story, and I was pleasantly surprised how much fun I had. If some stuff didn't go the way you wanted, I guess I'm sorry, but again, try writing your own! I have completely fallen in love with this fandom, since there's so much potential, and if this is the first story you checked out here, I urge you to check out some of the other works here. Never know what you might find. I'm starting to ramble a bit, so I'll sum things up: Thanks for reading, stay creative, and if you enjoyed this, stick around! There's more than one night, after all.