Survivor (Fnaf fanfic)

Back to the night-Night 3

I enter the pizzeria wearing my refitted security uniform. I feel the areas where I was cut in when I was being stuffed but after hours of sewing and getting new fabric.It really paid off in the long run along with washing the blood off of it.

I walk into the rundown pizzeria and was greeted by Mr. Phill. "Good evening Sasha." I nod towards his direction "I'm ready to protect that guard for you." I walk down the hall and when I reached the office. I see the kid and it was sad. He was very scrawny and looked terrified out of his life. 'Must be his second night' I thought as I remember that night when I cheated death in the most abnormal way.

The kid sees me from the window, he closes the door and yells at me in the most babyish voice "Go away please!!" I look at him In the window with my 'really?' face. He got the message and opened the door, as I walked in I gave him some needed advice, "Dont waste your power like that, you may have gotten yourself killed." I pull up a stool and slowly put pressure on it when it creaked under my weight. "My name is Sasha what's yours?" I asked him in a soothing voice.
The new guard hesitated a bit, "I'm Drake. Drake Bolten." I nod lightly and checked the cameras as the phone played the recording of that fateful day, but abit different.

"Hey night 2. Congrats-" I noticed I was the one on the recording. Must have done it naturally." - now the gang do get more active as the week progresses so you might want to check the cameras as I speak." As Drake does so, I continue the message."- now foxy is a attention hog when you don't check the camera on pirates cove so you-AIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!" My screams get distant."- FUCK NO. FUCK NO AHHHHHHhhhhhhh." Last thing on the recording was my final scream before the head was forced on.

My stare on the phone was frightening drake." Sasha?" I looked at him as I was about to cry. He couldn't help but ask that one question "Was that you?" I nod and start to cry even though there were no tears. I hear those same footsteps my last night and slam the left door shut as foxy reaches it. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE FOXY!!!!!!"
Foxy glares at me three the window. "Lass I just wanted to talk talk to ye!" I looked at his gaze, he notices I'm crying and walks off. I open the door again and sit on the floor and being to hug my legs as I continue to cry. When it was 3 AM, I walk down to the party room and Freddy was messing around with a iPhone he must of found and looked at it like it was alien technology.

Chica is trying to make a homemade pizza in The kitchen. Bonnie is tuning his guitar, and foxy is sitting at a table playing with a toy car from the gift shop. I take a seat in front of him and twiddled my thumbs until he said the first word. "So lass how ye holding up?" I looked at him then his arm which was reattached," Oh don't mind that lass, ye was just trying to protect the little ones."

He noticed the dent on my cheek and he looked back down to his toy cars. "Foxy. Why did you loose control that day?" His answer was strait. " I was possessed lass. Couldn't control meself."

"We'll your attack caused the police to beat the shit out of me. I think me coughing blood disturbed that guy the most." I lightly chuckle to the memory. "You know Foxy. I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier, it kills me to see you ashamed for something you were forced to do. It wasn't your fault." I put my hand on Foxy's shoulder and he whispers a thanks to me.

Freddy was embarrassed to say sorry to me. Chica just stared at the camera going"pizzzaaaaaaaa" every time drake looks at the party room. The animations just chilled. There not all going for drake like me, it's like they were given freedom.....but from what?