FNaF: Battle Of The Undead

Reunited

Doc drove up to Freddy Fazbear's pizza in the new van; he had left Freddy and Foxy over there last night. If Chica and Bonnie in the back of the van were awake, they would probably be making childish whines like; 'are we there yet??' Doc went inside to see Freddy on the show stage doing his part of the routine act alone with the parts of the script that were Bonnie's and Chica's being skipped. He deactivated Freddy and started dragging him off the stage and seated him in the van between Chica and the built-in cell.

Doc walked back inside and went back to Pirate's Cove. Foxy was still there, but unlike Freddy, Foxy was unable to move during the day. It almost looked like this robot hadn't moved in years! There was no sign that he had moved at all last night. Doc advanced with caution, hand rested on the tazer he had secured on his belt. As soon as Doc touched Foxy's shoulder, the pirate jolted awake with a low, threatening growl.

Zap

The fox made a deafening shriek as electricity shot through his metal endoskeleton and was out cold. Doc was shaking; this pirate had literally, single handedly taken out a whole wave of zombies. He knew how to kill, and efficiently.

Upon dragging Foxy into the cell, Doc realised that Foxy was considerably lighter than the rest of the gang, he was smaller and a load of his suit was torn off. Once Foxy was safely inside his cell, Doc carefully placed a large muzzle on the fox's face and wrapped him in chains.

12 am.
"Ugh, not again!" Bonnie sighed.
  "Where are we this time??" Freddy grumbled. Chica grunted, signalling in Foxy's direction, Foxy still unconscious.
  "Foxy!" Bonnie and Freddy gasped with joy. Foxy didn't stir.
"Foxy?" They asked worriedly. Nothing.
  "Come on, bud. Wake up." Freddy reached through the bars to shake the pirate's arm. Foxy twitched. Relief flooded over the band as their friend raised his head. Foxy didn't seem bothered by the restraints, his face forming a mocking smile. He smirked.
  "They think they can contain me?" He grinned through his muzzle. "I love a good breakout in the mornin'!" With that, he wriggled out of his chains. He examined the door for a weak point and kicked it with a force that shattered the hinges. He looped his chains around the bars at the bottom of the door and pulled. The door broke free. The noise caught the driver's attention.
  "Oh thank goodness, I was afraid I killed him!" Then, Doc noticed the door. "Oh..." Foxy shot Doc a death stare. Doc gulped and parked. "We're back. Um... please don't kill me. I-I have a tazer, and I'm not afraid to use it!" Doc threatened, very afraid indeed.