Well, this is my first attempt at a FNAF fic...I just love Foxy wand wanted to write something involving him and an OC. Hope everyone enjoys. Please excuse how short this chapter is.

Jobs are hard to come by these days. I can't say I qualify for much either. So I'm stuck as a janitor. Don't need any special talent for cleaning. It's just where I work that presents a challenge for any kind of cleaning.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is a fun little place I remember from my childhood. Still a fun place today from what I can tell…I think. There will be a few times it'll close for maybe a week or two and be looking for a new night time security guard. I'd rather not ask. I doubt anyone will tell.

The animatronic characters are…interesting I guess. The children all like them (I did too at their age) so there's no worries, even though I get a weird feeling whenever I pass by the stage. Like I'm being watched or something. I just try to ignore it and do my job. Birthday parties are like hurricanes.

I am a little curious about Pirate's Cove. I heard there's a fourth animatronic there. The area is almost never used and the curtain stays closed with an "Out Of Order" sign. I asked once and was told there was an accident once and he hasn't been used again since. That only made me wonder more. So I asked more.

Someone who actually knew told me his name is Foxy. When he was still used, he was a favorite after Freddy. But Foxy's been out of commission since 1987. Something about a bite? They wouldn't go into details about it.

As for the others: Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica. I saw them for the first time back when I turned five. It's a wonder I can remember that far back. So seeing them perform every day is nostalgic in a way. Right down to the point of the songs getting stuck in your head for the rest of the work shift.

After a while, my curiosity got the better of me. There was a spill in front of Pirate's Cove. I was cleaning it up and glanced at the curtain. I figure a peek won't hurt and push it aside just enough to poke my head in. And there he is.

The first thing I noticed about Foxy was how tall he is. I couldn't make out too many details in the dark but I could tell he must have seen better days. I felt a little bad for him.

"Aw, poor guy." I turned for a moment when I heard my name called and an I answered back, "Coming!" Just before leaving I looked at Foxy one last time and smiled, even in the condition he seemed to be in I thought he was kind of neat.

I gathered up my bucket and just before walking away I thought I saw the curtain move but just shrugged it off, It was probably still swaying from my moving it. Anyway, duty calls.

I know this chapter was incredibly short...it looked longer on paper I swear. I'll try to make the rest longer...this was just an introduction chapter anyway.