I was unspeakenly suspicious about Foxy noy coming to work. He almost always enjoys spending time with the children.
"Checking out early?" Golds asked. He had snuck up, and I hadn't noticed him. I jumped, sliding my card in a little too fast. The machine beeped.
"Dammit." I cursed.
"Sorry," He apoligized, walking over to me and taking the card. "Let me help you."
Let me get away from you. I thought, but harbored the mean remark.
"Thanks..." I didn't know if he heard me. To tell the truth, I didn't care.
"Welcome." Golds said, turning around and walking off.
I set my card on the table and began walking out of the pizzeria.
6:30
I had arrived at the place where Foxy stayed, and was making my way up the stairs. Knock, knock, knock! Nobody answered. I took that as an okay to let myself in, and slipped through the door.
"Foxy? You there, kiddo?" Still nothing. I went into the bathroom, turned a corner, and shrieked.
There was Foxy, cleaning his hook. The white tile around him was stained with crimson. I saw him raise the weapon up above his chest, then force it down, stop, and then start sobbing.
I shrunk back behind the door as he started sobbing and cursing, kicking the wall. Once he was calm, he slashed a part in his wrist with the hook, crying out.
As I watched, only one thing flashed in my mind.
Oh my god, I've gotta tell Freddy..
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Not Every Pirate Gets To Smile (Five Nights At Freddy's Fanfiction)
HorrorWhen Foxy doesn't answer his phone, and won't come to work, Freddy things little to nothing of it. But Chica instantly gets suspicious, and leads herself to further investigation. Could Foxy be hiding a dark secret that involves the bloody hook he w...
