The Cove (Foxy x Reader)

Night 2

I groggily yawned. When I opened my eyes, I saw my phone on my end table. I reached for it, when something grabbed my hand. I looked up, confused, but then I saw Vincent shaking his head at me.

“Guess what time it is?” He probed and raised an eyebrow.
“Uhhhhhh… nine a.m.?” I inquired, based off how tired I was. He laughed uncontrollably.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! No. IT’S SEVEN P.M.!” He hollered in my ear. I scrunched up my face. Vincent was really loud.
“Oh… is that why I’m so hungry?” I questioned with a smile. Vincent scoffed, and in a swift movement, pulled the blanket off of me. “Nooooo….” I frowned.

“Get up. Eat. Then be ready to work!” Vincent smiled indifferently.

“Jerk.” I grumbled. When I sat up, I hesitated. “Vincent?”
“Yeah?” Vincent replied as he unfolded my uniform.

“About my job….” I muttered. “It’s… not what I expected.” Vincent gave me strange look.

“What do mean?” He asked. He started brushing my hair, in effort to me get ready.

“Well, this guy who worked there before me left a voicemail explaining what I had to do, first of all.” I told Vincent.

“Oooo, that’s interesting. Did he sound hot?” Vincent nodded and laughed.

“No. Sorry Vincent, he’s not your type.” I teased.

“Aw, that’s too bad.” Vincent pouted. We laughed together as he finished tying my hair in a ponytail (unless it's too short).

“He said some very scary things… like if I died, they’d file a missing person report after they bleached the place and replaced the carpets.” I stated.

“Uh, that’s very creepy. Yeah, not my type.” Vincent said, disgusted. “Are you in danger working there?!” He gasped.

“Well….” I paused. When I looked at Vincent, he was glaring at me. I sighed. “Maybe.” I looked down, feeling guilty. “He said the animatronics walk around at night, and if they saw me… they would kill me.” I waited for Vincent to respond, but he stayed silent. When I turned, I stared into Vincent's angry fierce eyes.
“I’m guessing they won’t let you go until you’ve at least done one week, huh?” Vincent sighed. I nodded. “Then when your week is up, quit. They pay quite a lot, so one week should be good enough. After that, find another job. Okay?” Vincent explained the plan.

“Okay.” I whispered quietly. Vincent sighed again.

“As your best friend, I care about you.” He smiled small. I nodded, and smiled back. “Be careful.”

When ten o’clock came around the corner, I decided to leave early. I wanted at least some time to look around the pizzeria. I drove up to the creepy pizzeria. I sighed. Another night in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.

I switched on my flashlight when I walked inside. The beam of light enlightened new details I couldn’t see before, like the cracks in the walls. I drifted down the creepy hallway until I reached the dining area. I shined the flashlight on the show stage. I gulped. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were upstage. If they were real, and not scary animatronics who want to kill me, I’d say they would be kinda attractive. I smiled at the thought, and took out my phone. I took the picture, but when I looked at the photo, it was the creepiest thing ever. They were looking at me.
I panicked and peered at the stage, my heart hammering away, but they were just as they were, smiling and cheerful. I studied the photo again. Bonnie was scowling with a pouted lip. Chica was smiling so big, I could almost see the wiring behind her teeth. Her cupcake was somehow sitting on her head while she waved with her left hand. I followed her right arm to see her right hand making bunny ears on top of Freddy’s hat. I giggled, until I saw Freddy’s dead serious eyes. He looked so tired and sad.

I looked up at Freddy on stage. He may have looked cheerful, but I needed to look closer. I stepped around the tables and closer to the stage. I climbed onto the stage, and stood in front of Freddy. I peered into his eyes. They were half closed, and were dull. His sky blue eyes were glazed over like he was asleep or dead on the inside. I smiled sadly.

“If you were alive, I’d think you were depressed.” I said to him. I thought I saw a flicker in his eyes as a response. I grinned. “Your cool.” I turned to look at Bonnie. “Ok, I know you tried to kill me last night, but you know what? I forgive you.” I hugged him. He felt cold, yet… soft. “I feel weird, because I just hugged an animatronic, and every instinct in me is practically screaming, ‘RUN!’, but I’ve always been good at covering up my feelings, so we’re good.” I smiled. “Oh, and Chica,” I turned to her. “I feel like we can be great friends, if only you won’t freak me out by slowly walking down that hall, and creepily smiling at the cameras.” I sighed.

I jogged merrily to Pirate Cove. When I glanced at the curtain, a frightening darkness loomed behind it. “Okie dokie, Foxy. You like the dark, that’s sweet.”  I tried staying optimistic. I pulled away the curtain, and my gasp echoed throughout the pizzeria.
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(Foxy's pov):

I flinched when the light washed over me like water. I looked down sharply, thinking it was Chica with a flashlight to bother me before the guard gets here, but lo and behold!
It was the guard. ‘Sink me!’ I thought alarmed. She stared at me with an agape mouth. ‘Did the lassie see me move?!’ I started panicking on the inside.
“Wow!” I heard her say. She checked me out. “I knew the other’s were cute, but dang! You’re hot!” My wires burned, which was our animatronics way of blushing. Luckily, my heated wires were in my ears, which were covered by my long red hair. I studied her while she was distracted by my clothing. She had the longest silky black hair I’ve ever seen. It was pulled into a ponytail to reveal an elegant narrow face. I stole a glance at her icey blue eyes. I could’ve sworn my central processing unit, or CPU (it’s like a heart, or brain?), stopped. I activated my fans to cool down my wires
Unfortunately, they were kind of loud, so when they started, she looked at my face in surprise. She smiled. “Well, shiver me timbers, Captain Foxy! You scared me!” I almost laughed at her. It would’ve been funnier if she didn’t say it right, but since she did good, I was fairly impressed. “Sorry, that was a terrible joke. No, actually it was funny. It was terrible because I’m terrible and I’m told my jokes can be quite offensive. Sorry.”
I wanted to tell her she was fine, but I couldn’t move. She tried making eye contact with me, but my eyes automatically moved away. ‘Why?! Why, eyes?!’ I suddenly felt like hitting myself. “Oh my god… Foxy… were… were you listening to me?!” She cried, her face flushed viciously. “Uh… now I’m feeling awkward… I’m gonna go to my office. Don’t kill me, please.” And with that, she spun on her heel and ran down to her office. I laughed. Out loud. REALLY loud.