Y/n's POV
Turning back around to the stage area, I begin to count each kid. Fazbears is a place where kids can run wild and parents can sneak drinks. Knowing that information, any weirdo can easily kidnap a child here.
"12,13..16. Sixteen kids, alright this should be easy enough." My shoulders relax as I sit down at one of the closest tables. As long as the kids stay in this area everything should be fine.
"Look guys!" A shout from an older kid sparked my attention.
"Pirates cove is reopened." My eyebrows furrowed, I wasn't informed about that.
"He used to be my favorite!" The more the kid talked the more eyes he caught. I have to step in.
"Hey kid there must be a mistake, I work here and I wasn't informed about anything of the sort." The kid shot me a glare of pure fire and turned away from me.
"You must not be that important here." I couldn't help but release an offended gasp.
"Take that back kid!" The boy stuck his tongue out before running in the direction of Foxys den. His action lead some other children to follow. Making my job harder.
"Fuck." I looked between the two places contemplating which room I should take. A memory of a little girl and a red animatronic flashed in my mind making me whimper.
"Pirates cove it is... Attention all parents! Please watch your children closely. Freddy fazbears is not liable for the injuries of your kid." Even saying that phrase out loud made my skin crawl. If these fuckers actually cared, my sister would be here now. Shaking my head to get myself focused once more, I follow the gathering crowd of eight kids into the darker restaurant area.
"See I told you ki-"
"Argggghh ye ready to walk the plank lass" Foxy was staring directly at me, his eyes a fiery red. He looked withered as ever and his voice box sounded like it would stop at any moment. I gulped. I'm nervous but I can't back out now. Not if I want to protect these kids.
"No, see I told you!" The boy smirked at me before returning his gaze to the stage.
"Alright you're right. But foxy isn't doing so well, he should be getting rest."
"I-I-I-I'm feeling gr-great" Foxy swung his hooked hand in the air, his body rocked back and forth a little bit.
"So coool! They must of added new responses." The crowd began to get closer to the stage and My vision blurred. It was getting too loud. Sweat coated my skin. And anxiety crept slowly to the surface. the gut wrenching horror of knowing something bad can happen at any point didnt sit right.
"Please don't climb on the stage, Foxy is still a pirate after all. He could hurt you with his hook, or those fangs of his!" Something flashed in the animatronics eyes and his body slumped slightly. Was it guilt I saw or pure pain? Maybe both.
"Foxy only hurts people who hurt him, right foxy?" A young girl about the age of seven spoke.
"That's right lass! And the mongrels who try to steal my precious booty!" The crowd laughed at the lightened fox. Something about watching the show in front of me was poetic. Maybe it was because the kids didn't seem to care he was beaten up, he made them laugh and that's all that mattered. Or maybe it was the way the air lightened and all tension fell.
"Come on kids, it's getting late and you'll miss the final show. "
"Ahhh but we wanna stay with Foxy!" All the kids whined and I couldn't help but smile.
"You can all see him tomorrow." I motioned towards the main stage area and their smiles dropped.
"Only if you promise. " a wave of 'yea' and 'you better' were heard in the air.
"Alright fine, I promise. " as they skipped back into the front part of the restaurant with shouts of victory I crossed my fingers. Looking back at the red fox, I frowned.
"I'm sorry foxy, but you're not one hundred percent you at the moment. I'll try to get them to fix you, if they don't, I will. " and with those final words I left him behind in his den.
The dining area was much brighter than my eyes could handle so I had to adjust them for a moment. As they fixed themselves, I began to count the kids once more.
"2,4,6....12...15..."
"where's the sixteenth one?"
A/n sup homies
