The Cove (Foxy x Reader)

Night 1: part 2

(Foxy's pov):

I opened my eyes. My gears shifted, and creaked. I was tired of sitting here. I pushed aside the curtain, and yawned. The yawn sounded static and robotic. I sighed at the irony. I hoped it wasn’t six am yet. I wanted to give Purple Guy a good jump scare. I walked up to the show stage to bother the band.

“Fredbear!” I hollered in my static voice. The animatronic turned to look down at me. He looked really irritated to see me. “Ye want to try cleaving the guard to the brisket?” Freddy’s robotic eyes narrowed at me.

“F-Foxy-y.” After about thirty years, Freddy’s voice has gone off the deep end. It was distorted, and static covered much of what he said. It’s to a point where they recorded Freddy’s old singing voice, placed it inside him, and turn it on whenever the animatronics were singing. When Freddy did speak, one could barely tell what he said. Except for us, we could understand anything he said. “Sp-peak t-to B-Bon-n-nie-e.” And with that, he turned away.

When I turned to Bonnie, he shot a nasty look at me. “What now, me matey…?” I sighed.

“We have a new guard.” He snapped. He stood in an aggressive way, like if he let his guard down, the new guard would hit him over the head.

“We all knew there would be a new one, Bonnie.” Chica giggled.

“I still can’t believe you killed him!” Bonnie growled. He looked like he was about to cry, but I knew he couldn’t. We weren’t built with tear ducts after all.

“I st-still c-can’t-t bel-l-lieve y-you l-lik-ked-d h-him-m.” Freddy sighed. I snorted and smirked.

“OH MY GOD, FOXY!” Bonnie cried. I shrugged, still smirking. “How dare you?!”

“What, ye scurvy dog?!” I scoffed, trying not to outright laugh.
“Oh!” Chica suddenly got what I was thinking. She made no effort to hide her laughter, and cackled loudly.

“Savvy?” I smiled a creepy robotic smile at Chica.

“SHUDDUP, WILL YOU?” A creepy, hair-raising, and spine-chilling voice screamed from the Prize Corner. We glared at Chica, who whispered an apology.

“S-Sor-ry, P-Pup-p-pet!” Freddy called out.

“Twenty-nine years ago, I gave you all life, and what do I get in return? THIRTY YEARS OF NO SLEEP. HA! UNGRATEFUL BRATS. I like the guard better than you imbeciles! Have fun with her! HAHAHAHA!” Puppet sniggered.

We all flinched. “Geez, after all this time, he still scares me.” Chica whimpered. She hugged her cupcake. I looked at Bonnie.

“I could’ve sworn he’d be given’ us a flogging, matey.” I shivered. “Wait, he said ‘her’?” I queried as I tilted my head at him.

“Uh, I must’ve left that out.” Bonnie said as he scratched the back of his head. I nodded in agreement. “It was her first night today, too.” I sighed, disappointed.

“Well, I’ll meet the lass tomorrow.” I responded. “See ye hearties tomorrow night.”