Ahoy Matey

...Begins

Foxy was up against Dick. His name suited him perfectly. He seemed exactly like one. Foxy wondered if his last name was Head. That would be even better. His name didn't stop him fighting though. The man swung punches wildly, not stopping for a breath. He was unpredictable. That's what made him dangerous. Foxy barley missed the punches and kicks as Dick swung them wildly. It was going great until Foxy felt something hard digging into his legs. He'd run out of space and had hit the table. Dick noticed this and Foxy scrambled out of the way, the punch hitting his arm right on his endoskeleton. He swung blindly with his hook, trying to hit some part of him. At least slow him down. The point of the hook came into contact with Dick's leg and he cried out in pain. It wasn't a long cut but it was deep. He felt to the ground, weeping. It hadn't hit anything vital but Foxy knew how much it hurt. He kicked the cut just to make sure Dick didn't get up, sending a fresh wave of agony through him. Now he just had to wait.

Freddy was fighting Dave. He was probably the easiest after Gary and he felt insulted. Someone's of his skill fighting this oaf. It was outrageous. He stood five feet away and kept swinging punches in the air, as if he expected his arm to grow five feet and hit him. It was a miracle he hadn't fallen over or hit himself yet. It was quite a simple fight. Freddy could've just stood there and watched if they were the only ones around. But they weren't, so he needed to take care of this guy before he got in the way of anyone else. Dave had his eyes closed as he punched for some random reason so Freddy had no problems walking around behind him. He tapped Dave's shoulder and he spun around. Freddy hit the man in the chin before he even knew what had happened. He was out like a light. Well, that was one less problem to solve.

Brandon wasn't much of a fighter. Never had been. So, being thrown into a fight he had no part in was not something he was expecting. Everyone seemed to be doing pretty well. The guy he was fighting seemed pretty bashed up though. His name was Gary, and there wasn't a part of him that didn't seem bruised. Or cut. Or even broken. It looked like he'd been through hell and back. It was a miracle he was still alive. Brandon had a slight suspicion that the animatronics had something to do with this. Especially as this guy seemed to have been here before. It would explain why they had attacked as well. Unless they were like him and jumped to reasonable conclusions. He thanked his lucky stars as he swung a punch. He was aiming for the head but missed completely and hit the stomach. He really had never done that before to a human. It didn't seemed to matter where he hit though as any spot seemed to cause Gary a whole world of pain. Brandon tried kicking but ended up just tripping him over. Well, now all he needed to do was make sure he never got up. But that didn't seem like much of a task as once he hit the ground, Gary didn't even bother trying to get back up. He reminded Brandon of a certain very depressed robot.

Sarah dodged a punch as she stumbled back, away from her attacker. She was trying to put as much distance between her and Stewart but the chairs didn't help. Sarah noticed the ones her and Foxy had been sitting on were still pulled out and she jumped onto the, missing the kick to her knees. She kicked helplessly at him but he was fast, and dodged the hit easily, as if he did this every day. His fist collided with her broken arm, hard, and she screamed, the pain unbearable. He noticed and hit there again, causing her to scream louder. She moved her body so her side was exposed on the next punch and she hissed as he hit the cut, but it wasn't as bad as it could've been. Great, now he knew both of her weakest points. He used this knowledge to himself advantage and started firing punches, both at her arm and her side. The pain was unbearable. She wanted to curl up and cry, but he didn't let her do that. Soon, she was screaming so loud she was surprised no one had come knocking at the door. He pulled out a blade from somewhere Sarah couldn't see and held it against her throat, the blade making a slight dent in her skin. Not too hard, just enough to show his point and allow room to cut ever so slightly deeper if necessary. Deep enough to draw blood.

"Nobody move."