A/N Okay, so I know what you're thinking.

'What! He's going in a suit?! Why would you do that? Im going to unfollow and de-fav this story.'

Hold your horses, bucko.

How about you try getting a badly paced, horror game spin-off planned out in your head DURING a moment you have writer's block. I know, I seem mean, but now and again I will take suggestions, Add a new OC every once in a while... Scthuff you guys SHOULD understand.

First person to guess the exact movie from the series I'm referencing gets a shout-out in the next chapter.

Alex yelled in agony as the animatronics began ripping off what was supposed to be his skin, which was severely damaged from Freddy. "Stop yer squirmin' Alex! It'll only make things worse!" Foxy said, holding down the massive robot. Yet Alex continued shouting, the pain he was programmed to feel made it all the much worse.

Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy had just finished, revealing an endoskeleton much like theirs, but with a smaller head. Freddy then got the black fox off the wall, and splayed it across the adjacent table. The semi-conscious robot was howling in pain.

Freddy did his best to align the endoskeleton with the suit's latches. It was better than nothing. Alex screamed in rage and protest as he was fully put into the black fox, the suit being latched onto him. The last thing he saw was the black mask and jaw descending upon his head, before the pain was unbearable and he passed out.

The following day, after the janitor found no security guard anywhere to be seen, an ad was posted in the paper as it was every monday, albeit this one came out naught but two days later on wednesday. Brooke Doyle, a 5' 7" petite woman, with gray eyes and brown hair, re-read the ad over and over. She took a sip of her tea as she decided to call the number. She set aside the stuffed animal she was making, and picked up the phone. It was answered almost instantaneously, the noise of happy children in the background playing. "Hello?" A man asked.

"Uh, hi." She said, not sure how to introduce herself entirely. "My name is Brooke Doyle. I'd like to see if I could get the night guard job?" She asked.

The man responded almost immediately. "Great! You're hired! I'll expect you a quarter hour before midnight here!" There was the the ~click~ of a phone hanging up. Brooke stared at the phone, bewildered.

That… She thought Was ridiculously easy. This will be the easiest 120 dollars of my life.

Alex's eyes shot open, as he glanced around the back room, filled with extra heads. "Ngh. Me head." He said, raising his non-hook hand to rub his sore head. He then heard his voice. "Me voice!" His hook went to his throat, where he looked at his hook. "ME HAND!" Alex then let out a loud scree-ing noise, that caused Chica to check on him.

"Alex? What's wrong?" She questioned. She wasn't normally one to go in the back room, but it helped Alex calm down a bit.

"I'll tell ye what the bloody hell is wrong!" He shouted. He then covered his mouth from his unintentional swear. "First, I be seemin' ta have a tendency ta swear! Two, I be talking like a pirate! Three, I be a FOX. Four, I have a HOOK! An' five, I'm in a BLOODY SUIT!" Alex was seething with rage.

"Well it was either put you in a suit, or have you look absolutely awful, with no way of hiding your endoskeleton." She said, politely. "Besides, if Pirate's Cove is re-opened, you and Foxy could be rivaling pirate captains!" Chica seemed very enthusiastic, smiling in happiness. Alex, however, just rolled his eyes. He then heaved himself off the table, finding himself a head taller than Chica. She looked up at him, astonished. "I don't remember the suit being that tall…" She trailed off as the camera's light blinked on. She then whispered to Alex. "There's a new endoskeleton in back!"

"Thar be no endoskeleton, Chica." Alex said blankly. "It just be another person like I thought I was…"

"Still, I want to scare him! Or her." She quickly added. "So come on!" She pulled his arm as the two tumbled out of the back room, Alex smacking his head on the doorframe.

Brooke sat astonished, as she saw the two animatronics having a conversation. She then whispered to herself, "Maybe NOT the easiest $120 I've ever made." She heard metallic clanking, and realised the two animatronics were approaching. She checked the cameras, and found a giant, black fox staring with black eyes and white pupils at the camera, causing her to jump back. "Oh you sneaky little devil." She said to the camera. She knew it couldn't hear her, though. Brooke then checked the lights. There was a chicken on the right side, which scared the living daylights out of her.

"Hi!" Chica said, causing Brooke to shut the door in Chica's beak. As she walked away, Alex saw Chica rubbing her beak.

"Well tha' was no' very nice." He said, still angry of the unpermitted changes upon his endoskeleton. He sat on a table, cross-legged. The security camera flicked on, notifying them that the security guard was watching. They didn't, however, know that the audio was on as well. "At least I didn't hit the door on ye when I was back there."

"You tried to, though." Chica said, a smirk splayed across her beak. As the two animatronics continued conversing, Brooke began thinking to herself, while checking the security cameras elsewhere. I thought that that Phone Guy said that being stuffed inside a suit would kill you! The stage had Bonnie and Freddy, but the duck and black fox were still talking. Pirate's Cove's curtain was still closed, the out of order sign the only detail she could really make out. She then went back to the two chatting robots, intent on listening in.

"Is that security guard able to be put in a suit like you?" Chica asked.

"Fer the umpteenth time, Chica. I han't got a good look at him yet. All I did was scare the livin' daylight outta' him." Alex replied, rolling his eyes."I'll see, though. A good scare outta do 'im good." With that, Alex got off the table, and stretched as he went down the west hallway at a brisk pace. He could swear he heard chuckling from Pirate's Cove as he passed.

"Oh god, that thing is coming here!" Brooke said to herself. She desperately checked the cams, unable to find the fox. She checked the east lights, then went to the west to have a powerful hand grab her wrist.

"Lass, I ain't a thing. I was a guard like ye." The grab alone was enough to scare her, but the voice made it all the worse as she looked up at the black fox, who stared down at her with an indifferent face. Brooke then lightly put a hand over her racing heart. "Now listen here an' listen good. Me, Chica, an' Foxy won't try ta kill ya, but Bonnie an' Freddy be a different case." Still scared, Brooke nodded. "Now i'll let go if ye stop calln' me an it. Verbally. But lemme go get Foxy, first. Nobody really cares fer 'im." With that, the fox walked off towards Pirate's Cove. Brooke trained the cameras on him, watching him until he reached Pirate's Cove, where he stopped. She saw the black fox yank aside the curtain, revealing a red fox. The audio allowed her to see them converse. She sat back, after checking both lights and listened to the show.

Alex yanked the curtain aside, revealing Foxy. "C'mon Foxy. We be goin' ta talk to the security guard."

Foxy, however, crossed his arms. "I don' come out on his first night. Ye were an exception." He then tried closing the curtain, to which Alex stopped, then grabbed Foxy by the torso.

"Luck ye, the guard be a lass." Alex replied, putting Foxy over his shoulder, like a parent would do to a small child.

"This be a bad idea, Alex. Now put me down!" Foxy said, as he was carried against his will down the west hall.

Brooke sat in her chair, laughing at the display. The two animatronic Foxes bickered like siblings. She checked the west hallway lights, and sure enough, there was both foxes, the red one struggling to worm his way out of the black fox's grip. "Now, about that promise." The black fox said.

"Oh, yes. I promise I will not call either of you an it." Brooke struggled to look the red fox in the eye without laughing.

"Good. Me name is Alex, by the way." The black fox said. The clock turned six, and Foxy seised up, but Alex stayed the same. "See ye tomorrow." With that, Alex escorted Brooke out, dropping Foxy off at pirate's cove.

"See you." She said. That was one heck of a night.