Night 4
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Mike relaxed into the leather chair in the small office. He squirmed a bit from the uncomfortable heat the leather held and projected onto his back.
At least that's how he justified his squirming around. He was actually just excited to see Foxy again, though he struggled to accept how hard he had fallen for the pirate. He wasn't sure what would happen tonight. He wasn't even sure if Foxy would show up again. Mike had no reason to assume that but worried regardless.
He knew it was uncommon for two people to see each other so often at the start of their relationship. But he didn't care. When you work as a security guard for hire, you take what company you can get. Being in, dare he say, love with the company is simply a bonus. A very nice one, at that.
The clock on the video panel flicked to 3am. Mike squirmed again, the thought of him not showing up subconsciously crept back.
Maybe something happened to him.
He shook his head and picked up the video panel. Despite not having the need to, the security did his job for the first time since he started. Instincts made he watch the heavy metals doors out of the corner of his eyes, still afraid they may open on their own.
The different cameras indicated a complete lack of any animatronic. The curtains in Pirate Cove were drawn shut and Freddy's band were nowhere to be seen. Mike fidgeted in his seat again, this time out of an uneasy sense of dread.
Something bad must have happened to him. Maybe the band is hurting him. Oh god it's my fau-
"Hello?" A familiar voice chimed from the other side of the left door, "Michael?"
Mike quickly slammed his hand onto the 'LIGHT' button, hoping to put his worry to rest. The uncommonly relieving outline of a pirate fox loomed in the hallway. Mike sighed and stood up, walking to the breaker switch and hitting it up. The doors swung open, letting Foxy stick his head in.
"So I took some rooting around," he smiled, "But..."
He stepped fully into the door way, revealing an old acoustic guitar in his paw. A few stains and half-peeled off stickers were scattered around the guitar's face in clusters.
"Is that the one you played in the band?"
"The very same." He chimed, stepping into the office. He leaned it against the wall. Foxy reached behind Mike and pulled the breaker switch down, closing them in the room together. Mike got a chance to look closer at Foxy's arm as he reached around him. Muscles subtly curved in and out of his arms length. Foxy took notice of this and held his arm in place, leaning his weight against the wall behind Mike.
The security guard's chest tightened, realizing he was trapped between Foxy and the wall. He looked up at the fox and realized how close he had moved his face to his own. Foxy slowly moved closer to Mike, making him back against the wall.
"See anything you like?" Foxy smiled. Mike raised and gently pressed a hand against Foxy's soft chest. Aside from the heat, he could feel the subtly outline of more muscle.
"Easy there, pirate." Mike said, trying to sound as suave as he could with Foxy leaning over him, "There'll be time for that later."
Foxy smiled, "I'll hold you to that."
He stopped leaning against the wall and stood up straight; as much as It pained the both of them to cut the moment short.
Foxy paused for a moment, trying to remember what he was going to say before.
"Ah! Right." Foxy exclaimed, grabbing the guitar with his paw and dragging a stool to him with his hook, "Thought I'd play a bit for you."
Mike sat down in his leather chair and crossed his legs, watching Foxy intently. The pirate sat down on the stool in front of Mike and nervously ran his hook down the strings. The notes rang out, sounding pleasant to the security guard, if not a little flat. Foxy paused for a moment, trying to remember how to play a song.
"Ah! This is a bit of-" He paused, idly hiding a blush, "pizzapiraterock.'" He blurted out.
His hook began plucking at various strings, ringing out some hollow notes. He moved his paw pads onto the end of the guitar's neck, changing the sound notably.
Mike leaned back into the chair and relaxed, listening to Foxy warm up.
The fox suddenly began playing a quick series of notes, moving his hook and paw across the strings. The song started to take a turn for a folky feel. Foxy broke into some chords, impressing Mike with his ability to change between chords so quickly.
"When I'm out on the s-" Foxy abruptly stopped singing and playing as quickly as he had started, "I'm sorry, this song is embarrassing."
Mike sat up in the seat, "Oh come on! I really wanna hear it."
"But-"
"Pleeeaase." Mike pleaded, reaching over and grabbing Foxy's hook. He placed it back onto the strings and forced him to pluck a couple.
Foxy sighed and took over control of his hook, continuing to strum. Mike sat back in his seat and listened closely.
The pirate picked up where he had left off, "When I'm out on the sea."
Similar to his regular voice, his singing voice was low and full. The sound of the guitar and the fox's voice soothed Mike and warmed him.
"There's only one place I wanna be." Foxy continued, his blush fading a bit at the sight of Mike with his eyes closed, "It's at Freddy's Pizzeria."
The poorly written lyrics blurred together to Mike, no longer sounding as silly. He only listened to soft chords and voice. The entire office seemed to fade away, leaving Mike and Foxy alone.
Foxy smiled, watching Mike. His voice unintentionally trailed off, leaving him just lazily playing the guitar. Mike didn't seem to notice the lack of lyrics. Foxy felt relieved, not having to sing the embarrassing lines.
Mike opened his eyes slowly after a minute and saw Foxy watching him. He opened his eyes wider, realizing he had drifted off, "Oh...sorry. It sounds really nice."
Foxy chuckled and stopped playing, "It's fine, really." He smiled, "I could tell you were still listening."
They both sat in the silence, enjoying the sound of the last few notes bouncing away.
"Know any others?"
"Afraid not." Foxy shrugged, "We never had much off-stage time to practice."
"That's a shame, you sounded really nice."
"You can try it if you want?" He offered, holding out the guitar to Mike. He took it and placed it on his lap.
Mike plucked out a few notes idly, "Hey. Can I ask you something?"
Foxy sat forward in the chair, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Mike corrected, "I was just wondering..."
He paused, trying to think of how to word the question. He filled the blank he was drawing with some made-up chords.
"What do you see in me?"
Foxy was a bit taken back by the unexpected question. He leaned back in his seat thought for a moment, also listening to Mike 'play' the guitar.
"I guess," he started, "I see a part of myself in you."
Mike stopped his hand in mid-strum, carrying over half of the strings.
"What do you mean?"
"Well I guess I see a part of myself before I ended up like this." He gestured to the various patches of exposed metal and wiring, "When I wasn't so fucked up."
Mike took a moment to process the answer and continued playing the rest of the chord, "I see."
"Now I could easily ask you the same thing." Foxy smiled, reaching forward and taking Mike's fingers between his own. He individually moved them over 3 different frets, "There you go, that's a D chord."
Mike nodded and strummed the guitar a few times, enjoying the sound.
"Hmm," The security guard thought to himself for a bit, "I guess I see...a fox that could use someone to look after him." He smiled.
"Plus you're kinda cute." Mike added, returning his attention back to playing a D chord.
"Aha, I see."
Foxy had moved his stool closer to Mike's seat, allowing him to introduce him to some more guitar chords. They sat in the small office, close together, both content with everything that was happening. Mike was soon able to play the few chords that made up Pizza Pirate Rock.
"When I'm out on the sea." Mike began singing along with his playing, making Foxy groan in embarrassment.
"I was hoping you'd forgotten the lyrics by now."
"There's only one place I want to be." Mike continued, smiling deviously at Foxy's blushing,
"Sitting here with Foxy." The security guard added. Foxy looked up at Mike and smiled at the satire of the terrible song.
When Mike had heard the first subtle sound of scraping metal, he thought little of it. The sound seemed to be a mere memory of Foxy arriving or perhaps of one further back. He strummed out another chord idly, returning his thoughts to Foxy and the guitar.
When the second, slightly louder scraping rang out again, what seemed like an echo of the past was suddenly brought to the present. Mike sat forward with his head cocked, realizing there was someone on the other side of the heavy metal door to his right. The security guard tensed up, assuming the worst. He could hear the muffled and carefully placed footsteps outside the small office. Whoever it was, they didn't want Mike to know they were coming. He quickly and quietly stood up and looked for some kind of weapon.
The sudden movement made by Mike woke the sleeping Foxy up, lifting his head from the leather chair's arm.
"What's wrong?" Foxy asked.
Mike quickly gestured for Foxy to stop talking by swiping his hand across his own neck. The pirate took the hint and cocked his head, listening for what had Mike in such a worry.
Before he could also hear the muffled footsteps, the heavy metal door retracted into the roof. Two large, looming figures stood in the doorway. Bonnie and Chica. Foxy quickly leapt to his feet, moving himself between Mike and the other animatronics.
"What do you want." Foxy growled, bearing his teeth and raising his hook, "how did you open the door."
"You didn't think that'd work forever, did you?" Chica said, almost innocently. Her low, gravely voice and words tore through Mike's confidence like paper.
"We're not here for you, fox." Bonnie said bluntly, taking a step forward, into the office's dim light.
"If you think for one second that you're goi-"
Chica lunged forward and swiped it's wing at Foxy. The sharp exposed metal on the tip connected with the pirate's chest, tearing his fur and metal apart. The wires and cogs inside Foxy were exposed, releasing a puff of steam from the gash.
"Foxy!" Mike yelled, reaching forward to help him.
Foxy quickly grabbed Mike's hand and pushed him back against the other metal door, "Stay out of this. I can handle these two."
Foxy quickly swiped his hook for Bonnie's face. Before the rabbit could react, the pointed metal had left a notable gash. Bonnie slammed her heavy fist into Foxy's chest, knocking him to Mike's feet.
"You stupid mutt." Chica scowled, moving forward to grab Mike.
Foxy quickly picked himself up from the hard blow. He placed himself between Chica and Mike.
"I won't let you touch him." He coughed out some smoke, leaning against the desk for support. The stream of smoke emitting from Foxy's chest indicated that he had been badly wounded.
"Pathetic." Bonnie slammed her fist into Foxy's chest again, her hand splitting the gash wider. The pirate continued to stand in front of Mike. He made a futile attempt to strike Bonnie again with his hook, missing.
"I'm done with this waste of scrap." Bonnie said coldly, raising her fist into the air. She brought it down hard onto the back of Foxy's head. He quickly collapsed onto the ground where he lay motionlessly.
Mike froze in place, the shock of what was happening took over. Chica and Bonnie reached over Foxy and grabbed Mike, dragging him out of the office and into the dark hallway. He caught a quick glimpse into the office and saw Foxy laying on the floor.
Foxy...
