Five Nights At Kirkman's (Five Nights At Freddy's horror/romance thingy FNAF)

The Showdown

It was exactly as I'd dreamt it. The kiss. I'd dreamt it a lot, and this was just like a dream. His cool hard tongue played hide and seek with mine and he slowly put his hands on my cheeks and pulled me closer. Suddenly he opened his eyes and let go. "I am so sorry lass!" He started. "Don't be." I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I been feelin' this way about you for a while. Ye were so generous and independent. Of all the people I ever seen, ye had the best personality." A solitary tear trickled down my cheek. "You know this'll never work, right?" I said quietly. "Ye kiddin lass? With yer can do attitude, nothin' can stand between us." I smiled up at him and followed him to the bar where it was quieter. We both sat down and looked at each other. "Foxy, can I ask you something?" I asked. "O'course lass"

"Why did you bite her?"

Foxy eyes widened at this question and he turned his chair around to me and put my hands in his. "If I 'ad a choice, I wouldn't 'ave bit the littlen." I gasped. "Someone else was behind this!?" Just then Foxy noticed something behind me and looked up to it. I followed his eyes to a television mounted on the wall playing a breaking news story. "Quick, turn that up!" I shouted to the barkeep who begrudgingly did so. The woman on the TV came on. "News just in, infamous chief detective: Inspector Lucy Grace Sims has had a mental breakdown and is now escaping in a police car. Witnesses at the station said: she came out of her office and sprinted straight to the armoury, grabbed guns and tried to exit the building. One man tried to stop her but was shot in the leg and is being treated for minor wounds. Allegedly the inspector had seemed unstable for some time and had a strange obsession with a certain Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria. She is suspected to be headed there now. We'll keep you updated, back to you Frank." I dropped my glass and spun around to Foxy. "Freddy, Chica and Bonnie are in danger!" "We 'ave to get to 'em lass!" We both got up and ran to the doors. Once in the street Foxy turned around to me. "It'll be too dangerous fer ye in there." "I'm not leaving you Foxy." He sighed. "Fine, hope on me back. It'll be quicker." I did as I was told without question and jumped on his furry back, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He knelt down like a runner at the beginning of a race and set off. I almost fell off at first, I didn't expect him to run that fast. Everything around me became a blur of neon lights, we passed cars and suddenly stopped. Foxy plonked me off and I staggered to the side to sit down. "Whoooo! That was...different.". I panted. "Look, the police 'ave beat us 'ere." Foxy said, pointing to the flashing blue and red lights outside the restaurant. "Don't worry, I have a plan. When I say, jump, okay?" "What?" "You'll know when, don't worry." I said, getting up and walking over to the cars.

"Excuse me ma'am! No civilians allowed beyond this point." One police officer said, noticing me striding up. "Oh don't worry, we're just passing through." I remarked pushing past him. "Ma'am I suggest you stay where you are." The officer said. I could hear the click of his gun loading behind me. I put my hands up in the air before wrapping them around Foxy and jumping in his arms. "Jump!" I screamed. He did. He jumped, about a foot in the air. "Wait, you don't have superhuman jumping too!?" I yelled. Foxy's eyes widened and he sprinted out of range of the police just in time and around the back of the building. He hopped on the bin and smashed a window with his spare hand before pulling us both in. Then he turned on me. "Ye' thought I could jump high?! That were ye' brilliant plan!?" He hissed in a hushed tone. "Well you could run fast, so why not jump?" "I'm a robot. I can run because my legs have no limit of how fast they move. We can't jump because we don't have leg tendons to tense and release. Yere a science teacher lass, ye' should've known that." "I was being held at gunpoint, did you just expect me to just list your anatomy." I retorted. Three loud gunshots broke our conversation along with a loud, distressed quack. "Chica!" We both said in unison. We sprinted down the hall and into the backstage room to find a large lump under the curtain shivering. I walked up and pulled it off to find a large yellow chicken punch me in the face. I staggered back and fell to the floor. She put her hands to her mouth and stood up, astonished. "Oh my god Denny!" She squealed in her soft sympathetic tone. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were...her" she looked up to the other figure while helping me up and gasped as she realised who it was. "Foxy!" She Yelped before letting go of me and running up to hug him. I got up and smiled at the scene before wincing at the small trickle of blood running from my nose. But something told me that wasn't going to be the worst injury I'd receive tonight. "Where are the others?" I asked. Chica turned back to me and frowned. "Freddy ran off as soon as soon as he heard a noise, said he had to do something or other. But when we saw her and she saw us Bonnie distracted her and climbed up into the vents, he's a natural. I swear he's done it before. God I hope they're alright." "Okay, Chica. Stay here, well go find everyone else, I won't let her hurt any of you." We both left the stage and closed the curtains behind us. "What do you see?" I whispered. "Darkness" he whispered back. "I don't 'ave night vision either" I laughed softly. "I should probably stop assuming you have all these superpowers." Suddenly there was a loud clash from the kitchen. "Come on" I whispered.