FNaF: Battle Of The Undead

Familiar faces

"So, what else did you do?" Yawned Doc feeling refreshed.
"Absolutely nothin'." Foxy huffed.
"Bonnie found the security room with a zombie inside. Feel free to try getting in, it's locked." Chica shrugged. Doc rose from his makeshift bed and followed Bonnie to the newly found camera room. Doc pounded the door with all his might with no success.

They returned to the sleeping children with Foxy, who still couldn't move, watching over them.
"Hey... Doc? Could ye check the lad's arm? M'fraid he be infected..." the fox sighed. Doc's stomach sank. He looked at the little boy who the pirate had accidentally injured and inspected the damage to the boy's arm. Doc wasn't a medic, but had a little experience from giving them a helping hand as he had to stay near the medic tents to help the mentally wounded. There was a deep scratch on the boy's arm from when Foxy caught the child with his hook and was only a tiny bit infected. Doc whiped the injury clean.
"It doesn't look too bad, but I'll keep an eye on it." Doc reported. "With a bit of luck, he won't turn into a zombie..." He added. Foxy simply sat where he was unable to do anything other than wish he could turn back time.

Then a particular memory crossed his mind...

"Tony." He thought aloud. Doc whipped his head around at the sound of his name.
"What?" He raised a brow.
"Tony, aye?" Foxy really hoped he got the name right.
"How... do... you... know??" A weak, crooked smile spread across the fox's face. -well, the best possible considering that Foxy very rarely smiled and his movement was limited. His expressions were usually either unreadable or just negative from what Doc had seen.
"Ye were the lil' tyke tha' screamed the first time ye peaked through me curtains... then ye sent me notes every time ye came t' Freddy's. Til ye stopped comin' tha' is." Doc dug through his memories back to when he was a kid.
"You... remember??" A tone of suprise came from Doc.
"How could I ferget? It's not often tha' someone bothers t' look at this ol' hunk a junk." The pirate chuckled to himself.
"How could you forget coming to Freddy's??" Chica almost sounded offended.
"You screamed?" Bonnie giggled at Doc.
"Aye, like a wee lass he did!" Foxy teased.
"Hey, it was Halloween!" Doc feebly defended. The curtains to Pirate Cove are parted slightly at Halloween, revealing the broken down animatronic within. The pirate was the perfect scare attraction due to being so worn down and the darkened Cove was lined with cobwebs. There would be a member of staff making sure no one sneaked in and potentially got hurt.
"Does that mean we should call you Tony now?" Freddy dusted off his top hat. To this, Doc only shrugged.

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Doc sat with Freddy for lunch which consisted of pizza. Chica and Bonnie were playing 'Duck Duck Chicken' with the children. This is the only time anyone can call Chica a duck without receiving a mini lecture on how she is a chicken and not the least bit a duck.

Hoping to spark conversation, Doc asked Freddy about four animatronic's traits.

"Bonnie probably fancys himself as a comedian, he is smart, social and good at drawing. -and loves his guitar! His favourite animal is probably a bearded dragon... *fake cough* slight wimp...

Chica, well... uh... just derpy. Won't stop thinking about food.

Foxy is really the least social, he's a solitary kind of fox. His favourite animal is a cat, he is intelligent, independant and can draw like a pro. He's the fastest, but between you and me... he's got a couple of screws lose and has real anger issues! You don't want to get on his bad side, he knows his way around a fight!

I however, am a reasonable bear. I guess I can draw pretty well. I'm the leader here and it takes a fair amount for my temper to fray. I tend to know my rights from wrongs and am usually the one the others turn to for guidance."