Chapter 1
Decisions
“Everyone, welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzerias first ever night time meeting,” a well tailored young looking man with brown hair started. Had anyone decided to take in every detail they would have noticed the animatronic looks to the brown haired man and the three surrounding him as well as the robotic bear ears under his top hat and the glow of his blue eyes.
“Yar, remind me why I came out of me cove fer this?” A tall animatronic man in a pirate's outfit, with fox ears and tail asked, resting his cheek on his exposed metal hand while adjusting the hook on his other one.
“Because the first night in forever, there is no guard around Foxy. Something about Mike being sick and not being able to find a replacement in time,” the bear man replied, causing surprised glances from each of the three before him.
“Well what are we waiting for, let’s let loose and party for once!” an animatronic male with purple hair and large bunny ears exclaimed with excitement, his purple tail coat flapping with each movement he made.
“I can finally start testing new recipes without having to worry about that guard watching my every move or having to stuff him into uniform!” the only girl chirped, the long sleeves of her yellow dress being pulled in so she could have access to her hands freely.
“Chica, Bonnie calm yourselves there is plenty of time for that. But for now I say we should all try to think of something for tomorrow.”
“Freddy, come on, get your mic-pole out of your rump and let loose on these plans. This is practically our first day off since… since we opened in 1984!” Bonnie thought, before he exclaimed, earning a sigh from the ring leader.
“I know, but lately I dare say… We’ve never really had plans for if the guards are able to fully utilize their new uniforms,” Freddy admitted causing a silence to fall over the animatronics.
“They… would be part of the show right?” Bonnie questioned, not really sure himself if that was the correct answer.
“That’s what I thought as well till I had an epiphany the other night… what was it… Michael’s sixth night? Well, what would we position him as if we were to get him into his suit this upcoming week?” A new silence fell over the group as they all got to thinking before Chica let out an excited squee.
“He could help me with kitchen duty! I’ve always wanted a cooking buddy to make new recipes to bring in more children!” Chica bounced in excitement, her short blond locks moving as freely as her.
“What? No way, the dude should join me in playing the music!” Bonnie argued as he pulled his guitar out for emphasis. “I’m kinda tired being the only one with an instrument in the group.”
“Now, now, let’s not fight about this yet. After all it should be obvious he would be a great protege to yours truly,” Freddy smirked a little in his own vanity earning two “HEY’S” from the purple and yellow animatronics.
“Ye all be stupid sea squids,” Foxy spoke up in a bored tone, or rather as bored as his voice box could make him sound. All eyes turned to the sol resident of the closed down section of the pizzeria.
“Well then what would you suggest be his position?” Freddy asked quirking his brow at the worn down looking animatronic. The pirate grinned, his sharp metal teeth flashing as he did.
“I already claimed him fer Pirates Cove on night four,” this earned many surprised looks from all three of the main animatronics.
“WHAT?!”
“BUT HE’S MY COOKING BUDDY!”
“YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”
“HOW DID YOU CLAIM HIM ALREADY?!”
“I was this close ta bringing him ta the storage for his suit, but then six rolled on by and I couldn’t finish the job,” Foxy shrugged as he played with a strand of his long red hair.
“Well then what are you going to do with the man?” Bonnie asked, feeling disappointed at losing a fellow instrument player while Chica glared with a strong purple gaze and Freddy looked genuinely curious. Foxy grinned again with a devilish look in his single golden eye.
“He be me stolen booty, every pirate needs a treasure after all. Plus he got a fine booty,” Foxy replied while the last part was spoken more quietly. This earned him three varying reactions, absolute shock as well as a bit of disgust from Freddy, confusion from Bonnie and a gasp from Chica.
“Foxy… WHAT THE ACTUAL EVER LIVING HELL IS WRONG WITH YOUR PROGRAMING?!” Freddy yelled at the pirate who just shrugged it off.
“Nothing matey. I’m a pirate, I steal booty and since the guard had a nice booty I thought I’d steal it.”
“Foxy if this is another one of your crude jokes I swear-”
“What ye'll do something worst than what happened in ‘87?” Freddy cringed at the reminder of one of the darkest days at the pizzeria.
“No, but I CAN rip your curtains up!”
“Ye wouldn’t dare!”
“Try me Foxy!”
While this exchange was going on Bonnie noticed the dreamy look on Chica’s face.
“Hey what’s up with you?”
“I’m just picturing it now. Freddy coming in and taking the guard when he’s at his most vulnerable when suddenly Foxy comes in out of the shadows and swipes the man away, then the two run away together and get married! Oh it’s so beautiful I could just, just, EEEK~!” Chica squeed clutching both of her cheeks in her freed hands at every last one of her thoughts.
Meanwhile that very same night a sick night guard had a very, very bad feeling about heading to work tomorrow.
“Hey Fiona?” Mike asked as he called his girlfriend with his phone.
“Mike? Ugh, what’s wrong? Another nightmare about the pizzeria?”
“No, I just get the sudden sense that if I head in tomorrow that I might relive my almost death on night four but with more then leaving with a butt grope and shattered pride,” Mike shivered earning him a sigh from Fiona on the other end.
“Mike, for the last time they are animatronics. They aren’t alive and the fox one you told me about isn’t going to rape you! Hell they don’t even have feelings so get over it.”
“... A-Alright… Oh and Fiona?”
“Yes Mike?”
“Wanna go on a Date tomorrow? I’m starting to feel a bit better now.”
“Sure, just don’t talk about your phobia of ‘Living Animatronics that want to either kill, eat or rape you’ the entire time.”
“I’ll try. Night hun.”
“Night babe.”
