Ahoy Matey

Backstage

The animatronics slowly advanced forward. They were annoyed that one of their victims had escaped. To be honest, she didn't seem all that happy about it either. But, on the bright side, Foxy could step in to take her place. They would eventually get around to him anyway. He could easily kill the night guard where she stands. But he dosen't. They could only imagine why. Maybe it was because of the same reason they didn't kill her on night one. They said it was because she was young, but that wasn't true. It's because of what Foxy said when they were trying to kill little Benny. It wasn't right. After so long, the guilt had finally sunk in. But it was quickly removed; hatred taking it's place.

Foxy and Sarah noticed the three coming and quickly ran to the closest room, backstage. It was a fairly small room, slightly larger than the supply closet but not huge. It was about half the size of the stage. Inside were animatronic parts like extra heads and limbs. It was slightly creepy, as if all the heads were the ones of the animatronics outside. There was a lock on the door and, even though it wouldn't do much, Sarah still used it. It made her feel slightly safer.

"We can't run from them forever. We need to do something." Said Foxy, turning to see the pain Sarah was in. Running was not an option for her if it would cause her pain to do it. 

"May I have a look?' Asked Foxy. An expression of fear filled Sarah's face. Why did Foxy want to see her cut? Surly he wouldn't make it worse. As if reading her mind Foxy eased her thoughts. 

"Don't worry. I won't touch it. I just wanna see it." After hearing this, Sarah nodded and Foxy carefully unwrapped the curtain bandage. The cut had stopped bleeding now but it still hurt like hell.

Foxy tossed the curtain to the side and started rummaging through the shelves around them. Eventually he found what he was looking for and walked back over to Sarah. He was holding a first aid kit. It was a small white box with a red plus in the middle. Foxy laid the box down on the floor and helped Sarah to sit down. He opened the box, resting the lid on the floor. Inside were a few band aids, bandages, gloves and other medicines and remedies Sarah had never seen nor knew the name of. Foxy removed a bandage and unrolled it a bit. 

"I'm gonna need you to lift your top up. Not a lot. Just enough so I don't wrap the bandage around it." So, Sarah lifted her top up a centimeter above the cut. Careful not to touch Sarah's skin, Foxy wrapped the bandage around her waist.

Once he was done he helped Sarah stand up agian and put the first aid kit back where he found it. The strip of curtain lay to the side, discarded. Sarah felt awkward standing there, doing nothing. She felt helpless. Especially having Foxy help her up and down. 

"I feel like I should be doing something." She said. 

"There's not much to do. They're not gonna leave you alone until 6 o'clock. Just have to wait. There shouldn't be that much longer now. Maybe, 15 minutes." 

"What about you? In pirate cove Chica wanted to tear you limb from limb. And I honestly don't think your helping yourself here. I wanna protect you but I can't do anything when I'm not here. Who knows what they'll do then." Stressed Sarah.

She wanted to protect him but she couldn't do it if she wasn't here. "Don't worry. There's only 6 hours when there's no one around. 2 before you come and 4 after you leave. I think I can hold them off for that long. Plus, I know what there like. I have an advantage. Don't worry about me. And please make sure your mum doesn't come here again." 

"Don't worry, I have a feeling we'll be having a chat this morning. I doubt she'll wanna come back after tonight." Sarah's watch beeped and she knew it was 6 o'clock. With unlocking the door she saw all the animatronics back on the stage. She and Foxy walked to the door. Sarah unlocked it and stepped outside Foxy followed her. When Sarah knew they couldn't be seen by the cameras, she walked up to Foxy and hugged him. 

"Thank you." She whispered before walking to her car and driving off.