Chica x Foxy [EDITING DISCONTINUED.]

Chapter 6

[EDITED]
•Foxy's P.O.V•
"Argh" I growled as I slowly tried to get up. Every time I would move, my body would hurt. I looked down and softly gasped as I saw I was all torn up and scraped. "W-what happened?" I asked myself until the two men's conversation came flashing back into my memory.

"Why?, it's just going to shut down." "No man, they're gonna break it down! Like, using the actual wrecking ball and shit!"

"The pizzeria's closed down..." I whispered to myself, not believing what happened. I blinked twice, trying to get out of my dazed state.

My eyes looked around frantically, trying to search for anything that could tell me where I was when I saw the whole crew in the room in the same state as me.

This was not good, I can't even imagine how pained they would be once they got up.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps and voices in the distance coming nearer. I quickly laid back down and pretended to be disabled.

I just wished that everything would be okay.

•Tina's P.O.V•
"Here is the parts and services room, over here you can find the old animatronics. They are usually used for extra parts if the new ones would malfunction. So I don't really suggest coming here." said the manager. "Okay" I replied.

The manager's appearance was a little least expected by me. I thought he would be all tough and strict but he was really just a short, chubby man with a moustache with a voice that sounded like chuck Norris in a softer way.

"Well, now that you have the complete tour of the pizzeria. I'll leave the rest to one of our staff. Once it's 12:00, his phone call will come in and he'll tell you all the basics of the night shift. Good luck, Mrs.Schmidt!" He said, taking off towards the exit.

I didn't bother replying when I heard the door close. I just made my way to the security office and took my seat on the chair.

If you were wondering, then yes, I am the wife of Mike Schmidt.

The thing is, ever since Mike worked as a night guard in the old pizzeria, he wanted it closed. To be destroyed and forgotten forever.

Granted, I did think he was crazy the first time he came home and told me about the moving animatronics. But as the days went by, I started getting worried about his sanity, because every time he would sleep he always had the same nightmare.

I think you would guess what it would be about.

The day they finally broke down the pizzeria, he was more than just happy. No more nightmares, no more anxiousness, no more paranoia.

He was basically a new man.

The pizzeria was forgotten in a short span of time, but when 2 years passed by, the news paper declared the opening of the new Freddy Fazbears pizza.

If Mike were to see this, he would apply for the job right away. Trying to save anybody from taking the risk.

Unfortunately, he couldn't. He died in a car crash a year ago while driving to the gas station. There was big truck in the middle of the road without its headlights on and they just managed to crash.

After that, I didn't know what to do. But what I did know was that Mike wanted this damned hell hole to close forever so that lives could be saved.

So that's what I decided to do.

I'm going to close this pizzeria.