Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Foxy's a bitch

A panicked shout rang off the walls. The closing crew was trying to sweep and get everything cleaned up, but when someone screams everybody's ears perk up to hear what was going on. Heads swiveled to see where the panic was coming from and saw a the phone man sprinting around the corner, nearly slipping as he cut it sharp. The Foxy animatronic skid around the corner, slashing out with it's hooked hands. Scott yelped, shooting off again.

"Oh shit..." Nova whispered, hiding a grin behind her hand. Chris giggled, pausing his sweeping.

"Someone's in trouble." He laughed openly, leaning on the dust pan lazily.

"Well I'm not helping him, so it's gonna be one of you." Dave said, coming up behind the two of the employees who had stopped to watch the ruckus.

"Hell no, send Matt after him. He's been standing behind a counter all day, I'm sure he's itching to run." Chris complained. In a matter of Seconds Scott came skidding around the corner, coming back towards them, at which point he leapt on top of an arcade machine and stood there while Foxy made swipes, clawing down the side of machine. "NO!" Chris yelled in agony. "NOT PAC-MAN ANYTHING BUT PAC-MAN!" He sobbed. "GET DOWN SCOTT! THAT'S MY PAC-MAN MACHINE!" Scott chucked his clipboard at Chris without saying anything and Foxy froze mid-swipe and turned to look in their direction.

"Oh shit. Look what you did Chris." Dave scolded, but none of the employees took their eyes off of Foxy and Scott was still too afraid to come down. With a ear-bleeding shriek, Foxy locked eyes with Dave and dashed at him. Dave screeched like a little girl and started running in the opposite direction. Scott finally climbed down from the machine, albeit less than graceful and nearly falling back on his ass, but still, he came down.

"So is someone going to help him or..." Scott attempted but Chris and Nova just stared at him, dumbfounded.

"That's kind of your job, sir." Nova said, looking back at Dave who was running helpless circles around the dining room.

"No my job is to make sure that nobody here... oh shit." Scott stopped before he finished his motto, realizing what it entailed. Keeping all his employees safe. Nobody knew that he occasionally murders employees or sends them on the night shift with the intention of them not making it out alive the next morning, but that wasn't significant in this situation. Besides, this was Dave we're talking about, he's worth saving. Right? "I' ll pay you extra to shut that fax machine down." Scott offered, taking a few steps backwards, as if he was planning on tailing it away as fast as possible.

"Nooo, no, no. How about we'll do what you ask first time and stop stealing your coffee if you shut it down." Chris bargained.

"Wait you steal my-"

"What Chris meant to say," Nova said, shooting a glare at Chris, "was that we're going to get right on that, sir!"

"See, someone's reliable." Scott said, gesturing to Nova as he bent perfectly at the waist to pick his clipboard up.

"Fucking help!?" Dave screamed, scrambling onto a cheap folding table only to have it flipped. He yelped and Nova and Chris darted to help. Scott clutched his clipboard to his chest as he watched. Like hell he was going to get close to the monster that scarred his face.

It took a lot of struggling, but with Nova firmly wrapped around one of the robots legs, Chris around his head, and Afton pounding on it's chest, Foxy shut down. Nova let go and flopped on her back, panting. Chris groaned, climbing down from the head of the beast and Afton hunched over, panting.

"Too much running." He grumbled, loosening his tie. "Thank's Mr. Callahan. You're bundles of help."

"Yeah my pleasure..." Scott said, giving a meek thumbs up.