The Cove (Foxy x Reader)

Night 3

I woke up feeling like my stomach was doing somersaults. I dragged myself out of bed to grab something to eat. My feet felt like bricks, and my eyes felt like weights. I shuffled to the kitchen where Hank was drowning himself in coffee. I laughed and immediately regretted it, because my throat felt like it was chewed up and spit out. I coughed.

"You're sick." Vincent looked at me with a frown. Then he smiled. "Excellent! I mean, that's unfortunate but excellent because you don't have to go to work today!" He told me, like it was the greatest thing in the world.

"I'm going to work tonight, Vincent." I said as I shoved coffee in the brewer.

"What? Why?! You need rest!" Vincent looked like he was panicking. I gave him an irritated look.

"If I don't go to work, the animatronics will have no reason to stay at the pizzeria, and will leave." I said, looking for an excuse better than that I liked the animatronics, but when I actually thought about it, that could accurately be the answer. That makes my excuse a little more scarier. Vincent sighed.

"Well, shoot." Vincent grumbled, then shivered. "Try not to die." He swished his mug of coffee, and sipped.

"Okay." I nodded. I locked myself into my room, and stared out my window. There were kids everywhere. I felt my phone buzz. Confused, I picked up. "Hello?"

"Ehh... hello... uh, I still have no idea how this *hic!*... phone works." It was a man on the line. His words sounded slurred, and I could hear a lot of static, probably because of the poor connection. "Let's see... if this is who I think it is...*HIC!* then the lassie will know who I am." He cleared his throat. "'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." I almost choked on my coffee. "A magical place for kids and *hic!* grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or *HIC!* person. 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 *HIC!* been replaced.' Um, at least... that's how the introduction should be.

"Hey... if I did this right, I should have the right person. Ye... ye gave me ye paper... it had numbers on it? I-I think I *hic!* had to type the numbers in th-the phone box. Am I with the right person...?" The man asked sheepishly.

"Heh heh... Foxy... you need to work on proper english." I told him, and laughed.

"Oh! Eh, ha ha... I'm a bit squiffy from... that 'somebody-else-who-saw' Purple Guy, or, eh, PG for short. He ran a rig on me...." Foxy said. Then he hiccupped.

"'Ran a rig?' 'Squiffy?' Foxy, you know I don't understand pirate slang." I told him, but I had an idea since he hiccupped. I pressed a recording button.

"Puppet played a trick on me, hacked me CPU, and made me systems think I'm a drunk man. *HIC!*" Foxy explained.

"Eh, who's 'Puppet?'" I asked. I heard silence, except for the slight static.

"I wasn't supposed to tell ye that." Foxy informed me. He gave a heavy sigh before he hiccupped, shushed himself, then giggled. "I'm supposed to be quiet! *hic!* Shhhh!" He whispered, then giggled hysterics again.

"Why are you calling? It's the pizzeria's work hours!" I exclaimed.
"Oh yeah! There's a phone next to me curtain... *hic!*... heh, I'm invisible inside the curtain.... *HIC!*" He said as if it just occurred to him.

"Foxy, hang up." I told him.

"Wha-? Why, lassie? *Hic!* I-I think I'll go see the children! Children love *hic!* Foxy!" He cried in delirious happiness.

"Foxy, no. You're supposed to be inactive, remember?" I tried reminding him.

"Me? Inactive? *hic!*" He asked, then paused for a moment, then gasped. "Am I broken?" He whispered.