Disclaimer: Five Nights at Freddy's and its characters are property of Scott Cawthon. I have no ownership over anything in that universe.

A/N: Okay so I know I've already posted other unfinished stories here, but my mind has been so clogged with ideas I just had to get them out before I forgot. I will continue them though.

I suppose you could consider this an AU seeing that the characters act differently here from their game counterparts and the story itself is somewhat different.

Mike had to blink the sleep from his eyes as he glanced at the cameras yet again. It had been a rather uneventful night thus far; the animatronics seemed to not be moving at all.

It was the first day of his second week at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and despite the horror that had transpired the previous week, he'd decided to just bite the bullet and return for the sake of the paycheck. He felt confident in his ability to keep the animatronics out anyway.

But it was 3:00am now and so far not a single thing had happened.

He sighed leaning back in his chair to stare at the old ceiling. He never really had the chance to realize just how boring this place was when quiet. The little creaks and cracks of the rotting building had no affect on him, having been exposed to the greatest of horrors over the past week.

He groaned silently, sitting up to check the camera feed. The animatronics were still in the same positions as they had been at midnight.

Why were they not moving? Had he just hallucinated the last week? Surely that couldn't be it!

Quite frankly the thought was disconcerting, filling him with uncertainty and oddly enough, frustration. He honestly preferred the animatronics move around somewhat. Not quite as much as on the fifth night, but second or even third would work just fine. As long as it detracted from this itching boredom that sat at the base of his spine.

But it seemed he would have no such luck. The animatronics weren't budging.

Sighing again, he let his head fall on the little wooden table in front of him, staring sideways at the childish depictions of the animatronics scattered among the wall. Each image seemed to have a happy child gathered 'round an animatronic; smiling and laughing.

He blinked slowly. How could any child love these evil robots? He wondered, continuing to observe at the drawings.

His eyes wandered from image to image until eventually they slide shut and he fell asleep.

When he awoke sometime later, it was to a very strange voice.

"Ye be walkin' the plank should tha boss find ya sleepin' on th' job."

The security guard whirled up from his face-first position on the desk to see a crimson fox standing just behind his chair. All the life instantly drained from his face as he locked eyes with the Pirate.

This was it! He was certainly going to die now; stuffed into a Fazbear suit!

But the fox didn't make any moves, just settled a stare at him. "Aye, what ya be afraid of, lad?" he asked. "Ye look as if ya've swam in th' arctic!"

Mike felt the control over his tongue and jaw waver, stuttering erratically as he spoke. "Y-y-you're gonna—wh—what are you gonna do to me? I-I don't want to be stuffed in-inside a Fazbear suit!"

The Pirate just stared at him for a moment before he let out a bellowing laugh, causing an increase in the youth's panic.

"Why 'n tha Seven Seas would I be doin' a thin' like tha'?" he asked, humor in his deep voice.

Mike's eyes narrowed in confusion, "That's what you've been trying to do the past week." He said confidently.

"Y've got it wrong, matey, I not be tryin' to harm ya. Ye must be caught in a trance."

"Wh… then what were you trying to do?"

The fox's posture immediately sank into an incredulous one; hook and hand resting on respective hips. "Why, I've been tryin' to get to ya, laddie! Didn't think it'd be more plain th'n tha'."

The guard shook his head, "But… why? Why did you need to get to me?"

The fox stood tall once again, beckoned him with a hook. "Why don't we be goin' somewhere else to talk? This place be awfully small."

The youth's breath quickened again and he inched further back into the corner to get away from the animatronic. Tears of fear glistened in his eyes as he saw the figure move toward him.

Foxy noticed the boy's fear and sighed. "Lad," he said, tone serious, "there be nothin' t' fear. Ya have me word!" He didn't understand the guard's fear. He wasn't the first to fear him though, encountering it among many youths and even more adults over the years. Maybe it was all the sharp parts on him…

Being mindful of this, the fox lowered his hook, and extended his other hand out to help the guard up. But the youth was glued to the wall, regarding the hand as a venomous snake's head.

Puzzled, Foxy remained where he was; hand out in offer. "Matey, I c'n guarantee ye be safe wit' me."

Maybe it was the way he said it, but Mike felt his hand slowly reaching out toward the fox's. He felt a sick churning in his stomach—one that was supposed to serve as inhibition. But there was something else inside him—something that was telling him to trust the fox.

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt the cold sensation of metal firmly envelop his hand. He tensed violently at it, gradually relaxing as the pirate made no sudden moves to hurt him. Despite trusting the animatronic enough to allow himself to be guided by it, he still felt apprehensive about wherever they were going. But for some reason he felt…safe… That the fox wouldn't betray his word. But he was still just an animatronic—one that had tried to kill him not even a week ago… or at least that's what he thought.

Still he wasn't going to be foolish and give the fox his full trust… there was no way that would ever happen.

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