Survive the Night: A Foxy X Story

The fifth night

A/N
Omg guys we're at 107 reads and this is really a huge thing for me, this book means a lot, it's slowly taken over my life in a good way ^~^ and I'd like to thank katieirey1 for spamming me earlier. Thanks babe <3 and thanks to the people reading you guys have made my day amazing <3 this is my last post for the day, so goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the Fredbears bite ;)
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I woke up from my nap to see that the clock read nine thirty. It was just about the perfect time to wake up and get some dinner, even take a shower too. It felt weird not being able to pin my hair back anymore, but I guess I didn't mind all that much.

When I walked back to my room, I grabbed the door handle, stopping only when I heard something from inside. It sounded just like Marion's music box. A sudden suspicion crept over me as I let the door fly open to find a child sitting on my bed, playing with the container. She tilted her head side to side with the tune, humming along with it.

"I wondered where you went, Marion."

"Right back in the backpack." She smiled at me. "It's comfy in there."

"Well, looks like you'll be taking yet another trip in it. We have to go back to the pizzeria." I stopped, remembering something. "God, this is my fifth night already."

"Are you leaving after tonight?"

I though for a second. "Why should I...I mean, I could do full time instead of part. I'd get to go see you guys every night, and I'm sure Mr. Fazbear wouldn't mind."

"Yeah, he seems okay. Towards people, anyway." She looked down at the music box, which stopped playing. She rewound it and listened again.

"He does seem to have a history of getting on the animatronics bad side."

"He's not good at handling us."

I sighed, putting my backpack on the bed. She was climbing into it quickly, already back as a puppet. I zipped her up and walked out, surprised to see that May wasn't home. I'd just assumed she was in bed until I saw the car missing. My phone was in my jeans, so I pulled it out and sent her a text. She answered me when I was halfway to work, saying she was out with Mike. Looks like the two of them get along.

"Good for her." I smiled. "Now if only I could land a guy."

I heard Marion giggle, which made me smile more. I picked up the pace to Freddy's, getting there in minutes. The parking lot was empty again, the usual for midnight. It was eleven fifty nine when I opened the doors, the bell chiming just as I stepped through.

The first thing I saw was a robotic Foxy, jumping out of pirates cove and making a mad dash for me. I could tell by the laughter that he was playing, so I turned and sprinted down the hall towards my office, leaping in just in time to shut the doors on him.

"Aw, come on lassie, let me in!" He pleaded.

"No can do, Captain." I snickered.

He pointed behind me. "Then be a dear, and ask if they be willing to let this old fox in."

I looked behind me to see Mike and May, grinning like idiots. My face flushed as the door opened behind me, and Foxy strolled in, laughing heartily like a true sea captain.

"Aye, that be a good chase lass. And by the way, ye made it to night five. Thought we'd throw you a party."

"Congrats baby sis!" May grinned. "I didn't know lasting through the week was an achievement."

"Here, it can be the difference between insanity and death." Mike laughed, leaning back in the chair. I looked at Foxy, more confused than ever. He walked up to me, flipping up his patch with his hook.

"Don't worry lass, I'll tell the others."

"What about, you know," I gestured to his fox form. "This?"

"They be trusty enough to handle it. If ye trust them, then so do we." He nodded, running back out the door. I looked at the people behind me, still surprised they were here.

"He should be fixed, by the way." Mike smiled. "There's plenty of leftovers too. May bought a little too much."

"Leftovers?"

I heard a little voice behind me, just in time to set my bag down and let Marion out. She stepped onto the tile, still as a puppet. Mike and May stared at her, but all she did was hold the music box to Mike.

"Can you hold this for a second?"

"Um, sure."

In the second he and May paid attention to the box and wound it, Marion was now a little girl, taking it back in her hands. They looked even more shocked as she lifted her mask up.

"Thank you." She looked at me. "I'll get Gold and Plushtrap."

She looked at me expectantly, and I looked at Mike. "Leftover wire?"

"H-Here." He lifted the plastic bag off of the desk and handed it to her. She took it with a bow and scampered off down the hall, leaving Mike and May speechless.

"She really is a cute kid." I smiled.

"Did she...?" May asked, eyes wide. She always had that deer in headlights look when she was surprised.

"Do the rest of them...?" Mike trailed off. I just laughed, seeing the human shadows in the halls.

"Why don't you ask them yourselves?"

•Chica's P.O.V.•

I watched Foxy playfully chase Minni down the hall to the office, laughing the entire way. With a small stretch I was in my human form, shaking out my dress. I really did love it, but I sort of wished it wasn't so girly. I liked how Minni dressed. Jeans and torn up tops. She always looked badass and sexy. I just looked...

"Hey Bonnie?" I asked, watching him stretch.

"What's up?"

"Does this dress make me look, y'know...bigger?" I paused. "You know what I mean?"

"Well I haven't exactly seen you without it on, so I can't really be the judge of that."

I shrugged, a smirk on my lips as I reached for the zipper. "Well that can be arranged."

"C-Chica?!" He seemed flustered as I giggled evilly, unzipping it a little more. "K-Keep your dress on! I didn't mean it that way!"

"Chica for gods sake, keep your clothes on."

I looked at Freddy, who just shook his head while I snickered. I zipped the dress back up, watching as Bonnie relaxed and glared at me. "Oookay, whatever you say Freddy."

Foxy wandered back out to us, lifting his arms above his head. He tossed his hook into pirates cove before looking at us.

"Alright mates, they be ready to meet us."

"Are you sure about this Foxy?" I asked, still concerned about how trustworthy they really were.

"I be sure lass. Come on, or else we be missing the fun!"