The Cove (Foxy x Reader)

Night 1

I finished dressing for the first night on my new job at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. I threw the maroon sun dress my roommate had gotten me to the floor. I looked in the mirror at the dark purple security guard outfit. The color seemed to make my blizzard blue eyes pop out slightly.
I dashed into the living room where I could see just the tips of his dyed purple hair above the old newspaper he was reading. His white contacts glanced up, completely overlooking the new apparel.
“Did ya know there were six murders in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria?” He sighed, probably regretting helping me get this job.
“What are you talking about…?” I said skeptically.
“There were six children murdered in the pizzeria.” He shrugged like it was nothing, but I knew he was trying to convince me not to go do the job. “‘On June 26th, 1987,  two children who were playing in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria went missing, and were suspected to be murdered by an employee. Footage shows he had been wrapping up his day shift, when he stole the Golden Freddy mascot suit, put it on, and lured the children backstage. He refused to say where he hid the bodies, and when the police searched the establishment, they did not find the children’s corpses. Security footage shows the employee escaping the pizzeria in a hurry when he believes someone else is also in the building.
“‘When police found the employee early the next morning, they see his frontal lobe is severed, yet the employee was still alive. After hospitalization, the employee was released due to not enough evidence.’” He paused, and stared at me.
"Vincent, I thought you said six were murdered?” I inquired.
“I did.” Vincent grabbed another really old newspaper. “‘Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria missing children incident has taken a nasty turn of events. In the murder tragedy of June 26th, 1987 —where two children were murdered by an employee, whose bodies have never been found—, it has come to light that there were actually five children who were murdered. The murders were linked to another murder of a child, dated around the 1970’s by the same employee, dressed in the company’s purple uniform. It also revealed that Foxy, one of the more popular animatronics amongst the children, had malfunctioned, and bit the employee, causing what had severed his frontal lobe.
“‘For these reasons, the company has kept Foxy inactive in Pirate’s Cove, and have taken the precaution for the animatronics to not roam freely during the day. This has harmed sales, seeming as the children adored the animatronics. Furthermore, there has been complaints and reports from the adults describing a foul rotting smell coming from the animatronics, as well as reports of blood and mucus coming from the animatronics’ mouths and eyes. The company shut down the animatronics to perform an investigation, however, they find nothing out of the ordinary.’” Vincent finished reading the article.
I stared with my jaw agape at him. “That’s ridiculous.” I cried. “If they have no sales, why a night shift security guard?!”
“I don’t know.” Vincent shrugged. “Still want the job, now that you know it’s haunted?” He raised his eyebrow at me.
“Considering the pay, yes.” I declared. “Oh, and who said it’s haunted?”
“I did.” Vincent huffed, and went back to reading the newspaper.
“Right. Say’s the guy who went into the haunted house on halloween, and made an entire speech to a kid in a ghost costume why ghosts are technically not real.” I chuckled.
“Ghosts are just balls of ectoplasm." Vincent yawned.
“I think you ruined the poor kid’s halloween.” I pointed out to Vincent. Vincent snorted, and shook his head. “He went crying to his mom!” I argued.  He shrugged. “Ugh, I have to go.” I stared at my silver watch, reading 11:36 pm.
“Bye." Vincent waved absentmindedly. I shut the door behind me as I headed out. As I drove out into the twilight of the night, I thought about what the articles read. It never mentioned the murderous employee’s name…. I then thought about the animatronics, and how I would be spending nights with them. I shook my head, I shouldn’t let Vincent's ghost story spook me.
I pulled into the parking spot in front of the old pizzeria. I stared at the faded and withered logo. I took a deep breath, and entered the poor building. Immediately, after walking in, I can tell how time took it’s toll. Ancient papers of doodles, no doubt from the kids, were scattered everywhere. Water stains lined the walls, and the faded floor had a couple tiles missing here and there. The posters on the walls, somehow still sticking, were soggy.
I slowly and quietly walked to the security guard’s office. I noticed security cameras as I strolled down the hallways, and looked into the room of the security guard’s office. The iron door that slide from the roof to the floor was automatic, and were left open for a strange reason. I cautiously stepped inside the room. I noticed that on the other side of the small room, there was another open iron door. Next to each of the doors, there were two buttons, the top one reading “light”, and the bottom one reading “door”.
The desk which took up the entire wall in front of me was filled with computer screens and little cute plushies of the animatronics. A poster of Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica above the desk to the left held a caption that said, “CELEBRATE!” I studied the animatronic poster.
“Yep.” I sighed. “Definitely creepy.”  I turned and sat in the chair. I was waiting around when I noticed the monitor next to me. I picked it up and switched it on. The screen flickered to life, and showed a static image of the animatronics on stage. Freddy stood in between Chica and Bonnie. They looked different than I imagined. I used to think they were giant animatronics of humanoid animals, Freddy being a bear, Bonnie was a bunny, Chica a chicken, and Foxy was a fox. Since I never visited the pizzeria as a child —Hank was afraid of robots as a kid, and we were best friends, so I never had the chance to ditch him to do what I wanted to do—, I always thought that’s what they were. It turns out the animatronics were just robotic humans with animal features.
Freddy had large bear ears nestled in his smooth brown hair. His sky blue eyes looked realistic, and his skin seemed soft. A small grin was planted on his delicate lips. He wore a brown vest over a casual tuxedo. The final touch was his black top hat. I guess the only thing I had right about him were the bear ears, and the microphone he held, as if he were the lead singer.
Like Freddy, Bonnie was a human with animal ears, except his were purple bunny ears. His hair was the same shade of lovely dark purple. He wore a purple vest over a black long sleeved shirt. At his neck, a hot pink bow was tied limply. His sharp violet eyes stared blankly into the dining area. He held a cool light purple guitar.
When I looked at Chica (expecting to see another boy) I was surprised to find a female. Her hair was as yellow as corn, and brushed just above her shoulders. Her lilac eyes seemed to smile at the pink cupcake in her left hand. She wore a yellow poofy sun dress, not too unlike the one Hank had gotten me. Tied around her neck was a bib that said, “Let’s eat!”
The image was swiveling from left to right, right to left, over and over again. “Oh!” I realized. The monitor was showing what the security camera above the stage was seeing. Suddenly, the voice mailbox on the desk was ringing. I put down the monitor, and pressed the answer button. The voicemail beeped once before a man’s voice came through.
"Hello, hello?” He asked.
“Hello?” I replied.
“Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night.”
‘Oh. It’s a recording, duh.’ I thought to myself.
“Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?” I nodded in agreement.
“Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life.” I snorted at that, seeming as the place was in disrepair. “Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person.”
“What?!” I snapped to attention.
“Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."
“WHAT?!” I hollered.
“Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad-”
“YA THINK?!” I cried aloud.
“-I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too.”
“‘Quirky?’” I muttered in horror. “I didn’t sign up for this.” I sulked. Oh, wait. Technically, I did. Woopee.
“So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.”
“Okay.” I grumbled.
“So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?”
I stared in terror at the mailbox, remembering what Hank read off the article. “Oh my god….” I buried my face in my hands.
“Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.”
I felt like crying at this point. I wanted to run out of here.
“Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."
I was suddenly aware of the iron doors. Which. Were. Still. Open. The phone guy had said to only close them when necessary. If they even still work. “What kind of door needs power to close?” I wondered aloud at the stupid idea. I took Phone Guy’s advice, and checked the cameras. They were all still there. I looked at the other cameras and noticed in one of the rooms, the camera labeled it as “Pirate Cove.” There was a purple curtain with pretty lilac stars on it. A sign sat in front of it reading, “Sorry! Out of order.” In flowing and pretty words.
I looked at the kitchen camera, but the image only showed static. A little message popped up in front: “Audio only.” I groaned. I wondered what could be behind the curtain. ‘Of Course!’ I suddenly remembered. Foxy! I looked at the stage again. Bonnie’s gone.
“Oh no….” I muttered, and frantically flipped through cameras until I found Bonnie in the supply closet, staring at the cam in a creepy way. I sighed in relief, but then I realized that the supply closet was only across the west hall. I checked the show stage again. Freddy and Chica were still there, but something was off. Chica had her head tilted, so that she was staring straight into the camera. I know she can’t see me, but it was so creepy, as if she was looking directly at me. I breathed slow and deep breaths. I needed to calm down. I have to focus.
I checked the supply closet. My heart sank to my shoes seeing Bonnie already moved on. I bit my lip nervously when I found him in the dining area. Chica didn’t move until around 3:00 am. She didn’t move far, which was a good thing. She just hung around the dining area. I started feeling hopeful when four am clocked around. Then Bonnie appeared at my door. His eyes seemed to glow with excitement. I screamed, and slammed the door button. I could’ve sworn I saw him frown when the door shut in his narrow face. I waited for a second, then I pressed the light button. My heart pounded when I saw Bonnie through the window. It was like a nightmare, but there was nothing I could do about it except close doors.
He was frowning at me. His mouth moved like he was talking, but I couldn’t hear him through the glass pane. He looked a little upset, and seemed like he was yelling at me. I checked the power grid. I was at 46%. I took one last lingering look at the enraged Bonnie before I shut off the light. I looked at Freddy on show stage. He never moved…. He didn’t even look at the camera. I searched for Chica for a minute, and found her in the east hall.
I got nervous thinking of how close she was. When Bonnie left, I let up the door, astonished at how much power it drains. I glanced nervously at my watch waiting for six am, the end of my shift. Chica moved closer to my office with a simper smile, and I got scared. Suddenly, my watch rang out 6:00 am. I frowned when Chica disappeared. When I looked at the show stage, I was surprised to see they all moved back to their proper places. I stared in curiosity at Bonnie. There was no sign of any anger on his expression. In fact, he looked just as cheerful as he did when I first arrived.
I was completely stumped. I grabbed my things, and decided to leave the monitor here. I rushed out to my car, before any of them could move again.