FNaF: Battle Of The Undead

Fox hunt

Giving a small, sleep deprived shrug, Doc wandered over to the living quarters of his group leader. Each group consisted of two seekers, four gun men, one leader, a second in command and a medic at least. No group was to have more than fifteen.

"Hey, boss?" Doc decided against the idea of waking his friend up and dragged himself back to the animatronics. "You know what? You there, purple rabbit fella, you and the duck-"
  "Chicken." Chica butted in.
  "Sorry. You two stay here. I'll try to find your friend with um... Freddy...?"
Freddy nodded and they both headed for a jeep.

"So... this other guy, what was his name again? Is he human?" Doc drove to Freddy Fazbears through the deserted town.
  "He isn't human, no. He's called Foxy. You aren't at all creeped out by us y'know, being alive?" replied a cramped bear in the passenger seat. His large metal frame made it hard to get in and out of the vehicle.
  "Well, a little. But I'm not sure what to think anymore. I didn't think zombies existed until a few days ago. You really think he's still alive?" Doc admitted and Freddy nodded. He pulled up outside the restaurant and opened Freddy's door. They walked over to the entrance to find a stack of dead zombies outside. Each had gun shot wounds to the head or had been decapitated altogether. Freddy grinned at this sight and chuckled;
  "Told ya he'd still be alive!" And walked inside.

"I'll take the service room, kitchen and east hall. You check the dining area, Pirate's Cove and west hall. Meet at the show stage. By the way, you might want a flashlight." Freddy ordered. Doc did as told. He checked Pirate's Cove first since Freddy had described his fox friend as a pirate. He checked the darkest corners and even behind the wooden boat kids used to climb onto. Nothing there, Doc swiftly moved onto the dining area. He peeked under tables and chairs to find nothing but an old pizza slice. Onto the corridor now. He searched all places and even the night guard's office. Looks like that guy left long ago. Just as he opened the supply closet door, an old-style gun was held to his head. -A flintlock to be exact.
  "What be yer business here?" A rusted voice demanded. Doc turned slowly to find a red fox animatronic sporting a hook and eyepatch. This must be him. Doc shined the light over a worn down animatronic with his metal showing. The fox flinched at the sudden light.
"Be ye one of the people who took me friends?" The pirate asked, finger shifting over the trigger.

Ding dong, ding dong,
ding dong, ding dong.

The six am chime sounded and the robot lowered his arm and walked back to his stage, disappearing behind the curtains and 'out of order' sign. Must be something in their programming. Doc felt slightly light headed, saved by the bell! Doc would return to camp and bring Bonnie and Chica the next night. They can fill Foxy in on what's been happening on the journey back. Still, Foxy did seem a little... unpredictable and dangerous... Doc will borrow a riot van with a built in cell. Seems easy enough...

Author's note: Hi guys! I hope you all noticed the reference in the title of the previous chapter! As always, hope you enjoyed!