Sorry 'Bout That, Sir

Prologue

        "Lynelle, don't touch Foxy," Mother said. I rolled my eyes. 

        "I'm nine years old mom, I can do what I want. I'm practically ten! Besides, Foxy won't hurt me. He's just a stupid animatronic," I said, laughing.

        "H-Hey there, l-l-little boy! Wanna pl-pl-play?"  Foxy said. I looked to who he was pointing to. It was my old friend, Rem. I waved at him and he waved back, then nodded at Foxy.

        My mother walked over to his. They started talking about how our birthdays were only a week apart, and coming up soon, so they started planning a birthday party here. I ran over to Rem.

        "W-W-Well, come on up!"  Foxy said. Rem stepped closer to the stage. Foxy smiled. Well, as well as a robot could. I looked over towards the main stage, in the main room. Bonnie was singing, and Freddy was laughing. I heard the word 'PIZZA' coming from Chica. Though she was out of my sight range, I knew she was near Bonnie.

        "Excuse me, little boy. Don't touch Foxy," a worker said. He looked at Foxy.

        "You're not my mom! You can't tell me what to do!" Rem yelled, and put his hands on the stage. He boosted himself up, and I followed after him. We laughed.

        "Miss, get your son and daughter off of the stage," the worker said. Mother automatically looked at me. 

        "LYNELLE! GET DOWN FROM THERE!" she screamed. But Rem's mother laughed.

        "They're having fun, Susan! Calm down!" she said. "Now, when should the party be?"

        The worker stared at us. "Get down from there, kids! You could get seriously injured!"

        We aughed and stuck our tongues out at him, and then faced Foxy. We were around three feet away from him. Foxy laughed at us, using his pirate voice.

        "Wanna play h-h-hide and seek?"  He asked. We nodded, and he closed his eyes.

        "Let's hide behind him!" Rem and I said together. We both ran behind him, and looked at his tail. It was really in shape, the opposite of his chest. 

        "TEN! Where are you, little boy?"  Foxy asked. I giggled and Rem laughed.

        "Excuse me, little girl! GET DOWN!" the worker yelled. He approached the stage, but Foxy laughed loudly, and he stepped back. Sweat dripped down his face, and he looked nervous. "K-kids, get down!" he whispered, then ran to go get help.

        "I give up!"  Foxy said, and laughed. We came out from behind us, and Rem got closer to his mouth. I got nervous.

        "Hey, Rem.... Get away from Foxy's mouth," I said quietly. He laughed at me.

        "Seriously, Lyn? You're scared!" he said, and got even closer. Foxy could touch him now.

        "N-no!" I yelled, and laughed, walking closer to him. Foxy stared at Rem.

        "LITTLE BOY AND GIRL, GET OFF OF THE STAGE. PIRATE COVE STARTS THIS WAY," a man yelled. I looked back at him, and noticed the worker behind him. The worker was scared. That was obvious.

        "Rem, let's go. That worker looks scared." I said to Rem. He laughed, and forced Foxy's mouth open to take a look at his teeth. I knew it was a bad idea when there was a spark in Foxy's jaw. Yet I still shoved my head in, to inspect him, as Rem backed away. 

        "LYNELLE!" Rem yelled. It was too late. Foxy's jaws closed, with my head inside.

        His mother screamed. My mother screamed. The man screamed. Everyone screamed.

        The worker cried.