12am
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I awoke with a start, another night of protecting the guard...And for what? He would probably still face fatality in the end.
I shook the thought off my busy mind, I listened intently for any sign of activity, but there was zero. I darted into the most extensive section of the Cove, I hauled a pile of planks. I gaped, the worn out sign had dispersed! Complete with the hollowed head! All this work, for nothing!
I scrambled around, frantically now, searching for the head and sign. It was a lost cause anyway, there was no way we could get it on the guard anyway.The thing that did concern me was simply what had happened to it. The manager surely didn't take it, I was observing the entire time! The rest of the crew had no reason to take it either. I sat and brushed over my disoriented thoughts, I finally came up with some suspects: Bonnie, Freddy, Chica, and the tool guy. I could rule Chica out, and I would've noticed the tool guy take the stuff, Bonnie and Freddy were my last suspects, but what would be their intentions? Maybe a kid snuck in while I was on stage?
1am
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I smirked as I scraped my hook against the checkered floor. It made a deafening noise, but my ears had grown used to the clanging my hook summoned. It was quite silent, except for the odd beep of the camera which was near inaudible to the human ear.
'I wonder where Chica is?' I thought to myself, peeking out of the curtains.
Was she going to help me tonight? I imagined her face, her silky sun coloured feathers, her vibrant violet eyes, and her pumpkin coloured beak that painted her face like a perfect picture, and the stunning feathers that flowed from her cranium.
I smiled at the thought of her, I wonder if she ever thought of me? Of course not, she liked Bonnie. She thought of me as a friend, nothing more. I drowned in my own sadness for a moment before realizing, maybe I really was in love with her? Maybe it was the way she smiled, maybe it was the way she talked, or her smart plans and approaches, or maybe it was simply the way she was perfect in every which way. Maybe it was the way her eyes sparkled, or the way she played with the kids, or maybe it was just her, all of her.
2am
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I practiced some close combat, swinging my hook like the usual. My thoughts kept retracing back to Chica, was she going to come? I was eager to see her. How was tonight going to be for Mike? 3am was approaching, that's when the action would most likely start.
3am
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The eerie hour, nothing was happening, but at the same time, I knew everything was. I licked my dagger like teeth, peeking out of the curtains, to look around. The camera wasn't on me, I got concerned, did they kill Mike? He usually looked at me more often. I cleared the curtains a little further and prepared to go check on him. The camera flicked back on me, and I shrunk back into the depths of the cove. A single noise could be heard, rustling in the supply closet, although it was merged with some musical tunes. It must have been Bonnie playing his guitar, he often strung it during the night. What a loner.
4am
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My ears tuned to the sound of footsteps, I listened acutely, it was most likely Bonnie. His distant music had ceased, and I no longer heard that annoying rustling. Maybe he was charging after Mike? I drew open the silky lavender curtains and scrambled into the wide hall. The soft pound of footsteps halted at the Cove, instead of advancing to the office.
"Bonnie?" I questioned, squinting to make out the silhouette, half engulfed by hungry shadows.
"I need a word with you, Fox." He growled quietly.
I growled back, gravely, but welcomed him into the cove.
"You know, you hang out with Chica a lot, don't you pal?" He asked as he ventured inside. His voice perfectly suited a rabbit's.
"Aye guess so, why lad?" I asked suspiciously, my fur bristling.
He straightened his crimson bow tie and glared at me with his lavender eyes. I glared back, even more intimidatingly.
"Why don't you just back off, Fox. You hang out with her too much, accept that Chica is MY girlfriend, I don't need her prancing around with some knight fox." He growled, baring his ivories. "I don't want to see you around her again pal, or I'll snap your neck in half."
"Actually, it's pirate fox, get your facts right." I hissed. "Chica tis my friend, and aye will not cease te hang owt with the lassie 'cause of your measly threats ye can't even follow up. Looks like thee sea dog's got more bark than bite in em." I waved my hooked arm, displaying the reddish fur that lead up to my sharp steel hook. "Besides, yer probably just jealous that the lassie'l see how much better aye am than ye, ye can't stop me from bein' friends with thee lassie."
Bonnie growled, he was irate now, I could see the corner of his wide mouth twitching.
"She is my girlfriend, and she should be with me more than you! Besides, I'm a much better boyfriend to her than you could ever be,buddy, your just some stupid rabid fox who's trying to steal my girl."
"Watch it matey, who says aye am tying to steal Chica from ye? I think yer just jealous that the lassie'l fall in love with thee ol' cap'n." I snapped, still trying to remain calm. I could feel a wave of anger surging through my blood, it was like my blood had been replaced with a burning fire. Soon the wave would crash over me, and anger would engulf me.
"How could I be jealous of you? Oh no, you watch it, shut your muzzle, or I'll shut it for you, if I see you around her one more time, your dead pal. Or maybe don't listen, it's your neck anyway."
"Why don't ye slip into somethin' more comfortable? Like a coma? Aye would be honoured te arrange that, I would even give my word of acceptance at your funeral! Or party aye should say, in celebration of your death, I'm sure yer family members would be very pleased te have this abomination of their genes deceased."
I snarled furiously , baring my dagger- like ivories.
"You arr all talk, ye act like ye weren't thee same person who cowered while yer girlfriend was bein' punched by a bear, heck, he could have killed her if aye wasn' there."
"You take that back buddy." He sneered, staring deep into my irises.
"Hmm...how 'bout nope matey?" I smirked predatorily.
He growled as loudly as he could, and sprung towards me, his back legs smashed against the checkered tile. He had a very high jump, his small lavender fist came inches before my broad chest before I gripped his wrist and spun around, I finally gave one last swing and sent him flying right against the curtains with a rip.
He roared with fury, his deep lavender eyes piercing into me. I needed to find his weaknesses, I knew he was a good jumper, he seemed to leap from angle so I could try dodging by stepping backwards. Agility seemed to be his strong suit, balance, leaping, endurance, and he was decently skilled with dodging. I on the other hand, I'm a more fast, powerful, strategic and pin you down kind of animatronic.
"Anger management lad." I laughed.
"You and your stupid accent." He growled and lunged from behind me, he caught me by surprise and I toppled down. I flipped over and once again was on two feet. I slashed my hook, it skimmed the rim of his tall ears, making crimson liquid gush from them. His silky lavender and violet fur was soon stained with blood. I closed in on him, forcing him against the curtains, I opened my jowls and landmarked for the neck.
I was about to strike when he bucked his legs, smashing into my steel legs.
I snarled, and swiftly latched onto his shoulder, ripping it to ribbons. A bloodcurdling scream escaped his lips as he struck me across the face, I recoiled and growled, recovering from the blow.
Bonnie leapt at my cranium, but I gave a powerful headbutt that knocked him off course, he fell to the ground and I kicked him in the face, although he had covered as much of it as he could behind his furry paws.
He rolled to the side, barely escaping a kick, he jumped to his feet.
"Oh, I'm just going easy on you buddy."
"Easy? Tis yer best lad, ye just won't admit it 'cause the cap'n' tis beatn' ye."
He growled and I blocked a swing, Bonnie whined, almost inaudibly after his arm met my almost pure steel arm.
He threw another punch, but I dodged swiftly, and another, with ease I leapt to the side and slashed at his spine.
I roared with fury as Bonnie pivoted and lunged, upper cutting me in the chin. Charcoal splotches were dancing around my eyelids, threatening to overtake them, but I still fought. I struck Bonnie straight in the muzzle, full force. He stopped cold in his tracks and toppled unconsciously to the ground with a loud clamber and thud of robotic parts. He hadn't even had a chance to scream.
A familiar voice sounded in my ringing ears,
"FOXY!"
But that's all I heard until I blacked out, my feet fell from under me.
6am
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