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Ah... Freddy Fazbear's Pizza... sit-down pizza restaurant, complemented by arcade games, amusement rides, an animatronic show, and other diversions, such as climbing equipment, tubes, and slides - all mainly directed at younger children. The place delivered thirty-plus years of entertainment but it would seem that it just couldn't keep up with the times. Despite its almost historical significance within the town, the restaurant was set to be shut down later in the year; complaints from the Health Department about coppery sludge and alkaline mucus leaking from the suits, as well as a horrid odor were allegedly the cause.

Still, in the meantime, there was work to be had! Not that Maverik had any intention of staying there more than a week; the younger brother of a friend of his had gotten this crappy summer job of being the Night Watchman for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza... only to end up with a summer cold. Unable to call out sick due to just starting, a pitch-hitter was needed. As the kid's own brother knew how uncool such a job was, he decided to call in a favor the calico had owed him.

"Ugh! You fuck someone's mom once and they hold it over your head for the rest of your life..." the calico mumbled irritably as he shook his head. He stood in the locker room, changing out of his street clothes and getting into the uniform of a Fazbear's Pizza Employee: pressed black pants and blue shirt, black shoes with socks, and the black cotton visor cap with the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Logo right on the front. Looking at himself in the small mirror on the locker door's interior, the male feline winced. "Thank God no one can see me like this..." he closed the locker shut before snapping his own lock onto it for further protection. Last thing he needed was a straggler going into his stuff for something to steal: from what he understood the pay was utter crap!

But that really shouldn't be a problem. He had no supervisors at this time, in fact most of the staff had been in a hurry to clear the hell out, running with their tails tucked between their legs. Not that Maverik blamed them: if he had to listen to snot-nosed little punks screaming at the top of their lungs and the same twenty songs repeated over and over again by the animatronics, he'd want to hightail it home and hit up the liquor cabinet too! It was an odd tableau of time. His shift didn't start until midnight yet the doors were closed and locked at ten, giving him two hours for... well... whatever!

At least they left him instructions that he could enjoy any unsold pizza and partake in the soda machine for free but that he needed to be in the Security Control Room BEFORE midnight. It struck him as odd that they placed such emphasis on being in there for a solid six hours with no breaks but at least they pretty much gave him free run of the place for nearly two hours before he had to get serious.

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, Where the Cheese is Golden Hot," Maverik quoted the commercials from back when he was a kid in the 80's and 90's as he walked behind the counter opposite the sneeze-guard plexiglass. He reached towards one of the trays, pulling free a slice of - now cold - cheese pizza. Biting down, he winced at just how GREASY the stuff was. Cringing, he chewed for a few moments before swallowing, nearly gagging. Ugh! Had he really enjoyed this crap back when he was a kid?

Tossing the rest of the slice into a nearby trashcan, Maverik made his way to the men's rest room; fortunately it had been cleaned by the janitorial staff before they left for the night. Whistling a merry tune, he enjoyed washing his hands. Really, considering what went on in bathrooms, this was perhaps the cleanest area in the whole place!

Okay, so the pizza hadn't been all that good, but that wasn't why he was here... and if he was honest, neither was the fact that he was repaying a friend to get him to drop the fact that he'd banged his mom; Maverik couldn't help it, she was SUCH a beautiful skunkette MILF! No, it was curiosity. Morbid perhaps, but he could remember back in his days of youth - a young kitten enjoying pizza and games with his sisters while his stressed out mother tried to relax - that despite the prominence of the Freddy Fazbear Trio... it used to be a quartet of characters.

Making his way through the restaurant, Maverik walked down a proverbial memory lane. It was surprising how so little had changed over the years. There were a few new games but so much was how he remembered it... granted, a bit dirtier and more derelict, but it was all there, including his entire reason for coming. He paused after a few minutes of walking. The two tables that had been at either side of the stage had been removed, with the stage itself closed off with a purple curtain and a sign notifying, 'Sorry! Out of Order!' but the calico knew this was it.

Pirate Cove.

Here was where possibly lay Maverik's favorite character before she was retired due to what was known as, "The Bite of '87": an incident in which the animatronic of Foxy the Pirate Fox violently bit one of the customers. Details were never fully released due to the money that Fazbear's Entertainment Inc. was able to push around but some aspects had leaked. Such as how apparently the attack caused the loss of a customer's frontal lobe, giving them an immediate lobotomy. Surprisingly, the victim apparently survived but needless to say, the damage was done. The event caused the restaurant to lose reputation and an immediate drop in business... including his own as after hearing what happened, his mother refused to take him or his sisters to Fazbear's Pizza ever again!

But here he was once more... twenty-seven years later but Maverik had come back to the Pizza Parlor/Child Corral of his youth in order to see what happened. He didn't take this place as the sort to get rid of anything - they still had vintage arcade cabinets of Space Invaders and PacMan from when they opened in '77 for crying out loud - so that meant there was a chance to look upon his favorite character one more time before this dump of a health risk was closed down for good.

Climbing up onto the stage, which a bit of a chore as it was two and a half feet up so he literally had to climb over it, Maverik soon got up on top of the platform. Standing up before the closed purple curtain with stars and crescent moons on it, the calico took a moment to wipe his shirt and pants with his hands. There really had been no one up there for a while considering how damned dusty it was. Still, this was it. "The moment of truth," Maverik whispered to himself as he reached up and grasped the curtain before pulling it open enough to peer in.

He was right. Nothing had been thrown out. There she was: the curvaceous buccaneer vixen! The pizza plunderer herself... Foxy the Pirate Fox! A hook in place of a right hand, an eye-patch that was on a hinge to allow the reveal of her right eye, and wearing brown tattered linen shorts and a white, blue polka-dotted bikini top.

Sadly, the animatronic and her stage had seen far better days. The small beach-like area was merely covered with discolored sand-like material with one of the three fake palm trees broken in half with the top half leaving rust stains in the faux-sand where it lay, while Foxy herself was in a state of utter disrepair, the robot allowed to fall to the wayside after her attraction had been closed and abandoned!

Taking the flashlight off his belt, Maverik shone the light on the seven-foot tall animatronic. At first glance, it appeared that only her exterior was damaged as parts of her machinery were exposed. Her torso had tears in places - particularly at the joints - to reveal the endoskeleton beneath. Her left arm and tail were tattered as well; the left hand's covering completely missing to reveal the machine and servos underneath. All the while parts of her tail fur had fallen off in large pieces to expose the frame extension and mostly hollow interior; the stuffing haven fallen out or decayed to nothing long ago.

The light raising up and shining on Foxy's head, Maverik discovered that his initial assessment was wrong. The damage wasn't just external. The lower half of her face had been torn off, revealing her neck and mouth... including the broken lower jaw; the piece hanging loosely and at an awkward angle from the damage with sharp - a few of them gold - teeth reflecting the light. It would be impossible for her to close her mouth like this... in fact with so much of her face missing, it made her look rather grotesque and monstrous.

"Oh you poor dear..." the calico whispered as he looked up at her face, trying to look up into her slightly droopy left eyelid. "I guess they weren't kidding about the extent of the Bite of '87 , were they? A shame that you ended up like this..." he told the robot in a gentle voice that one would use with a child. He didn't know why, but he felt such empathy for the figure before him. Sure, it was just an animatronic meant for children's entertainment, but she had been HIS entertainment when he was a kid. He could remember coming to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza for his fifth birthday and rather than sit in the main party room where the large animatronics of Freddy, Chica and Bonnie entertained, he wanted to sit by Pirate Cove to hear Foxy tell her jokes, regale them in tales of piracy, as well as dropping the occasional jovial threat that she was going to steal his pizza if he wasn't careful. It was more of a stand-up act rather than a musician like the others - although she DID sing copyright-friendly versions of the songs of 'Pi?a Colada' and 'Cheeseburger in Paradise'. She had simply been amazing to his five-year-old mind!

And then not even four days later, the animatronic ended up attacking a customer, Fazbear's Entertainment Inc., closing off Pirate Cove forever more.

"This won't do," Maverik murmured as he considered the state she was in. Sure, the restaurant wasn't using her, but it felt like such a crime to leave her as she was! She once brought children such entertainment and joy! Sure what had happened was terrible but Foxy deserved more than just out-and-out abandonment for all her years of service and marketability! She was an icon!!

"...And there I go assigning greater meaning and value to inanimate objects than intended... again..." Maverik told himself with a small chuckle. Shaking his head good naturedly, he stepped back out from the curtained area and returned to the light of the restaurant. Switching his flashlight off and placing it back on his belt, the calico looked at his watch. Hmm... 10:13 pm. He had just over an hour and a half before he needed to get settled in the Security Room. He needed to find something to pass the time before his shift started...

And then it clicked, like a light-bulb going off in his head. Perhaps he could hit two birds with one stone; pass the time AND ease his own gnawing conscience. So jumping off the stage, the calico headed off to his right, straight towards the birthday area, the 'Concert Hall'. The room was wide with four rows of rectangular tables, reminding him of a school lunchroom. Yet at the end was the stage, where three animatronics stood in front of a city skyline at night backdrop, the stars spelling out 'Fazbear & Friends Live'. Freddy was front and center with his microphone stand, Bonnie with her guitar, and Chica holding a cupcake with a candle on it; the two ladies standing at seven feet in height much like foxy, while between them Fazbear stood larger than life at EIGHT FEET TALL!

Fortunately, unlike the smaller enclosed stage with Foxy, this stage had a set of steps at either side of it for maintenance. Coming up on the left, Maverik ignored the larger animatronics and headed behind the backdrop. Pushing aside the curtain there, he had to squint his eyes, his natural feline night vision kicking in as he searched for a light switch. Upon finding it, he reached out and pressed the button, illuminating the backstage area... fortunately, it was what he expected but a bit unnerving.

Replacement parts were everywhere with smaller replacement pieces for the animatronics clumped together inside plastic buckets. Towards the back was a table with all kinds of head pieces, particularly for Bonnie and Chica while full-on Freddy ensembles stood to the sides of the room. In particular, this included one vintage original 'Golden Freddy'. "Damn," Maverik thought in awe. "I've NEVER seen one of these in person! I didn't think any still existed!" They'd been decommissioned before his time, the Bear having had his colors changed due to the scandal that happened with a child molester killing four kids WHILE dressed as Freddy. Soon after, the Corporation altered Freddy's colors to more natural brown tones to distance themselves from the tragedy.

"I guess this place really doesn't throw anything away..." he murmured. That gave him hope he could find what he was looking for. When he didn't see any in immediate view, he spent nearly five minutes opening the large cylindrical boxes, finding hands, feet, and other covers... then another five when he realized he didn't HAVE to open the cases as someone had penciled the name of the corresponding character ONTO the boxes.

Finally though, the calico came across one labeled, 'Foxy'. "Please let this be what I need," he murmured. Opening the lid, a grin split across Maverik's face. He'd found it. Staring back up at him was a Foxy mask plate. This was the face he'd remembered back from when he was a kid. So pristine in appearance, the reds bright and distinct tones separate, the black coloration around her eyes solid with no smudging, the eye-patch and nose shiny, and more importantly, the lower face was intact and flexible, the pair of lips showing no wear or tear! It was perfect!

...

......

...Okay, granted there was a slight musky smell to it but that always happened with fake fur when it got older; this piece itself was probably thirty years old at least! This was as good as it was going to get!

Closing the lid Maverik carried the box over with him back to the table. Placing the case on top of a bunch of exposed Bonnie masks, the calico bent over to the floor, looking at the plastic buckets of parts. Now that he took a good look, he could read that they too had been labeled, in this case with black marker. In less than a minute, he found what he was looking for 'Pneumatic Actuator: Jaw - Right'.

Reaching in, the male feline retrieved one of the actuators, looking it over. It was a small, almost hinge-like device for simpler animatronics meant for tiny areas in place of the large hydraulics which would have no hope of fitting. Nodding his head, he placed it atop the box with the replacement Foxy mask and looked for the bucket of the opposite side of jaw.

Once he had everything needed parts-wise, Maverik left the backstage area; his prehensile tail reaching back enough to flick the lights off behind him. He made his way out of the Birthday Area and towards the Janitor's Closet, unable to shake the sudden odd feeling that the figures on stage were eyeing him. Upon reaching his destination, the man opened the door to the small area, the light-bulb coming on automatically and flickering. Placing his items on the Porter's station, the Maverik began to search the area. Within minutes, the calico found what he needed on one of the shelves that made an already enclosed area even more claustrophobic. A bright red tool box; dented and rusty but still holding all the necessary tools.

Placing it on top of the Janitor's cart along with the spare parts, the feline began to push onwards to Pirate Cove once more; cringing as the front left wheel was stuck and causing a shrieking noise as he pulled it. It really needed a replacement! "Damn place really doesn't throw anything away..."

Once he made it to the purple-curtained stage once more, Maverik merely transferred the parts, the toolbox, and a step-ladder onto the edge of the stage before he climbed up once more a little further down. "Damn dust," he thought as he realized he was making his uniform even messier. Patting himself down once more, the calico pulled his flashlight off his belt once more and hit the switch. He then pulled on the length of the flashlight's body, causing it to extend via a clear plastic tub which merely shone with more light, allowing it to act as a lantern.

Placing the flashlight down on the sand to illuminate the stage, Maverik went to work. Reaching out for the toolbox and stepladder, he brought them into the area with him and went to work. He first used the slot screwdriver to remove what remained of the face, revealing the endoskeleton underneath. He was surprised to see that despite having been made back in the 70's, it had a Facial Action Coding System that was still rather cutting-edge. The hydraulics, motors, servos, actuators... a lot of parts he had to unhook from where they connected into what was left of the face. Damn, this was indepth work! While he was certain that it could perform the six basic emotions: anger, disgust, fear, joy, sadness, and surprise... the calico got the feeling that perhaps it was possible of more.

"Man, am I glad dad had me put together that snow-blower with him..." he murmured as some aspects seemed familiar and thus, he had an idea of how to go about this. This might not be as difficult as he thought it would be. Putting down the slot and retrieving a socket wrench, Maverik pulled up three brackets and brought them up with the side of Foxy's jaw that WASN'T busted. Finding the right size on the second try by lining it up, the calico connected the bracket to the wrench and went to work; his right hand holding the bottom of her jaw while he unscrewed the bolt.

Almost immediately, Foxy's lower jaw came free in his hand, the broken bolt in the left side of her face merely dropping out in two pieces onto the sand when the right was unscrewed. Carefully placing the jaw onto the opened lid of the tool box so no fake sand got in there, the calico placed the socket wrench back into the tray and retrieved the Philip's head screwdriver. He immediately went to work on the mounting bracket connected to the bottom of the robot's skull, removing the busted pneumatic actuators one after the other, allowing her tongue to hang freely all by its lonesome.

Patting Foxy's skull, he told the still animatronic, "I'll be back!" before he got off the step ladder and went out past the curtain again. Retrieving the new actuators, Maverik returned to the seven-foot-tall robot and began to carefully place the new machine where they needed to be before screwing them back onto the skull mounting. Once he had both properly secured, he placed the screwdriver back into the tool box and retrieved the socket wrench AND her lower jaw, as well as a new pair of bolts.

With a few minutes work, he had the jaw secured once more and had it hooked up to the pair of electronic hinges. His right hand holding the bottom of Foxy's jaw, he moved it up and down, testing the sturdiness of it and the actuators. Everything SEEMED to be in order. "And now, the coup de grace!" he chimed as he made his way out the curtain once more for the final piece.

Returning with the box, Maverik opened it, retrieving the Foxy Mask. "Surprise!" he told the machine, before laughing lightly to himself. He climbed back up onto the stepladder once more as he turned the front side of the pirate's face around in his hands. He then slowly brought it to the endoskeleton's own face, making sure he lined it up with the cowl. He frowned a little. It wasn't only 'plug and play'.

"Dang it," he huffed as he lowered the mask again and searched inside the tool box once more. Screw driver under his left armpit, he now had a pair of long, needle-nose tweezers in his hand. He narrowed his eyes, straining to stare carefully behind the mask as he hooked up the tiny hydraulic extensions and wires into their corresponding couplings and ports inside the mask with the tweezers. Fortunately, while there wasn't much there WAS a little give in stretching the extensions so he could see them properly connecting into place as he reached his tool inside.

Finally, after a grueling half hour of this meticulous finesse work, he had everything hooked up behind the latex and faux fur Foxy mask. With his left hand holding her face in place, his right hand slid the tweezers into his armpit as he switched it out with the slot screw driver, sealing it onto the metal skull firmly before carefully lining up the mask and cowl so they came together as one piece. His left hand moved the jaw up and down once more, both to make sure the face mask was in place AND that it wasn't breaking with the movement. Satisfied when there was no tearing at the corners of Foxy's lips, he released it. And finally, he gave her hair a comb through with his fingers for good measure.

Getting off the stepladder, Maverik moved back a bit to get a good look at his work. "There we go. THAT'S how I remember you..." he grinned as he studied the robot. While the body still needed a lot more work... she had her face back. Proud and prominent even if it was atop a neck of exposed metal. Why shoot, even the loopy left eye had corrected itself, its eyelids having snapped back into place.

*Beep*! *Beep*!

Blinking his eyes, Maverik looked at his watch. Well, crap. Twenty minutes before his shift started. "Well, I better put away what I can..." he started to gather up everything, putting the tools back into place and closing the lid of the tool box. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. "You'll always have a Number One Fan in me, Foxy!" he called out over his shoulder as he exited past the curtain.

Had the calico looked over his shoulder again, he would have seen the iris of the audio-animatronic's left eye glow...

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"Got my soda," Maverik chirruped as he placed his large cup on the desk. "Everything is back in place..." he cracked his knuckles as he nestled back in his seat. "Got a fine chair..." he then reached down onto his lap and held up the black laptop. "And I got my access to the security cameras!"

Looking over the overlay map of the building the calico studied intently. However, after a minute, his watch began to chime once more. "And midnight! Time for-"

He paused, going silent as all the main lights went off in the rest of the building, leaving only the emergency floodlights and the one bulb in the Security Room going. "...Work..." he finished lamely.

Immediately, the bottom right corner of his laptop showed a power percentage gauge. "What?" the calico looked around the area. "Who cut the main power? Is anyone there!?" he called out, surprised by this turn of events. Perhaps it was a cost cutting measure... Fazbear's Entertainment HAD been suffering a downswing on the stock market...

Maverik nearly pissed himself when the silence was broken by the phone ringing. He relaxed a little, realizing that at least he still had a phone. "Wait a minute," he thought in surprise. "Where IS the phone?"

*Ring*! *Ring*! *Ring*!

While Maverik was unable to find it in time, he didn't need to. A message machine caught it, answering the phone for him. The calico couldn't help but stare as it was a TAPE recorder.

Damn, did this place throw NOTHING away!?

"Hello? Hello~oooo?" came the voice on the answering machine. "Eh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked at that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now as of matter of fact so I know it can be overwhelming... BUT I am here to tell you that there is nothing to worry about. You'll do fine."

Maverik relaxed a little. Well, that was a relief.

"So let's just focus on getting you through the first night. Okay let's see... um... first there's an introductory reading for the company that I am supposed to read. It's kinda a legal thing you know. Uh... AH! Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grownups alike: where fantasy and fun come to life! Fazbear's Entertainment is not responsible for damage: property or person. On discovery of damage or death having occurred, a missing person report will be made within ninety days and the death of the person will be cleaned with bleach and the carpets will be cleaned, blah blah blah..."

Ah, the old commercials. He could remember seeing those on Saturday Morning TV when he was... wait... WHAT!?

"Now I know that might sound bad but there is nothing to worry about! The animatronic puppets become quirky at night but do I blame them? No! If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and never got a bath, I would probably be irritable at night too! So remember these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and show them a little respect, all right?"

The calico blinked his eyes once, twice, THRICE. "Quirky!?" he parroted in shock. What the fuck did he mean with 'quirky'!?

"Okay so just be aware that the characters tend to wander a bit. Um... they have some sort of free roaming mode set to turn on at midnight... uh... something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Um... they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too but then there was the Bite of '87. Yeah, it's amazing that the furry body can live without the frontal lobe, ya know!"

...Wow... he didn't know what to say to that. He could remember seeing them walk around the floors, larger than life. He always assumed they were people in costumes and he remembered them being so large because he was just a tiny pipsqueak when he was a kitten! If what this guy was saying were true...

"Now concerning the only real danger during the night watch, if any, is the fact that these characters - if they happen to see you after hours - probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that is against the rules of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Uh... well that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices; especially around the facial area. So you can imagine having your head being pressed inside those would cause a bit of discomfort and death."

Maverik's pupils dilated to pin-pricks.

"The only parts that would see the light of day would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out of the mask. Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up, but hey! See you first thing tomorrow. Um... check those cameras and remember to close those doors only if they are absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power as we only have the backup generator running until six in the morning! All right, good night!"

And then the answering machine clicked off. Immediately, the calico brought up the cameras, focusing in on the Concert Hall where they had the birthdays! There was Freddy, Chica, and...

...

...Bonnie was missing.

The calico blinked once, twice... thrice... but no, the rabbit didn't reappear on the monitor as it would have if he were just imagining things. A small gulp escaped from Maverik, and he quickly spun to his left, flickering on the hall light for a moment. Half of him expected Bonnie to be standing there, and he was pleased that a small yip didn't escape his throat. Instead, the calico quickly turned back to the laptop display in his hand and started to flick through the rooms on security camera feed. He noticed the battery life depleting at a rapid rate, and with a groan flickered the light beside him back off while still flipping through the channels of the cameras.

Glancing back from turning off the switch, that little yip that he'd been pleased to hold down before came out in a full out yelp! Standing there with her face so close to the camera that he could see the way her eyes seemed to flicker... was Bonnie. She'd moved a full two rooms in the time that it had taken Maverik to find her on the display monitor.

Something about the way that she was staring back at him through the camera caused the hair along the back of his neck to stand up on end, a feeling of dread sinking into the pit of his stomach. "You stay right where you are, you little-" Whether he would have cursed at the bunny would remain unknown. The monitor before him started flickering once more, and a little moan of horror escaped him. Not only was Bonnie gone from where she'd been moments prior, but as he flickered back in near slow-motion-horror-movie-style... Chica was also absent from the spot where she'd been standing.

"This job is not worth less than minimum wage." The calico muttered it under his breath, trying to comfort himself with some rather dry humor. The fact that, as he flickered back to check on Bonnie, his power level dipped below eighty-percent... and the damn rabbit wasn't there...

Well, that just made it all the worse.

He was faced with two rather obvious facts. One, he was being stalked by the characters from his childhood... and two, he wasn't going to have enough battery to keep an eye on them. Why had he left his flashlight in the cart when he was fixing Foxy... and why hadn't he brought a submachine gun to this obviously creepy job?

A tiny groan escaped him yet again, and slow horror dawned on him. He needed to check on Foxy... his finger clicked the button that would take him to Pirate Cove's display camera... and God Help Him if the curtain wasn't open, with Foxy staring out at him.

He had a moment to realize that, at least if she was going to freak him out, her face looked lovely while she was doing it... before the camera flickered yet again - when the display came back up, the vixen was gone.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" Maverick clicked rapidly through the rooms, only to find Foxy running headlong down the hallway in a direct line to the office where he sat waiting. In near dawning horror as footsteps barreled towards him, the calico raised his eyes...

To find the amazonian fox leering at him from the doorway, her lips parted in a bit of a grin, her eyes intent and focused on his face.

"...Please don't give me a lobotomy..." he barely managed to meep the words out, though at least a small part of him could take in how nice of a job he'd done on repairing her features. Of course, that small part was instantly berated for reassembling the jaw that could bite his head off...

And with that query, the response Maverik got proved that the Facial Action Coding System of hers really had been top of the line. He watched as Foxy raised an eyebrow before she rolled her eyes. She stepped into the room, hitting the door button behind her with her metal hook, letting the steel door come down. She then leaned in and reached out to him with her left hand, the calico stunned as she was holding his flashlight in her grasp.

"...Uh... thanks?" was the calico's reply as he looked her up and down, the audio-animatronic's grimace turning into a smile, showing off those sharp teeth. Carefully, as if ready for her hand to snap at him, the male feline removed the cylindrical device. He pressed the button on, clicking the light on and off. He waved the beam around the room. "Well, everything seems to be~EEEEEEEE!!" he screamed as he was highlighting Chica with it through the window at the right end of the Security Room; the animatronic mere steps from the right door.

"Nope! Nope, nope, nope, nope!!" Maverik cried as he swiveled his chair towards the entrance and kicked hip his left foot, hitting the top red button and causing the door to slam down. Chica merely stepped closer to the glass - God he hoped they were bulletproof - to press her beak against the surface. He went wide-eyed as he could see the set of the animatronic's teeth at the back of her throat, giving the robot chicken TWO sets as if she were something made by H. R. Giger. He shuddered as she just stood there staring, watching... waiting...

Trembling a bit, the feline stuck as a Fazbear's Pizza Security Guard pulled up his laptop again. His heart dropped as he looked at the battery. "Oh my God! I'm down to sixty-eight percent! And it's only one am!!!" There was no way he was going to make it another five hours on so little juice. His tail was GRASS!

"Then turn some stuff off," came the female voice from behind him.

Stiffening in the chair, Maverik felt ill. Oh crap, that's right! Foxy was in here with him! He was sealed in a room with one of these killer animatronics and...

Wait a minute...

Slowly, the male calico turned his chair back to look up at the pirate vixen. "You can talk?" he queried, not sure if he wanted an answer or not.

Nodding her head, the vulpine robot crossed her arms over her chest. "Of course!" she replied with a surprisingly merry tone. "First time in over two dozen years! You can't begin to imagine how grateful I am! No one's done ANY maintenance on me since 1987!" She bent over a little, her eyepatch lifting up so both eyes were visible, the irises lit up with light. "And trust me! I've had SO MUCH I've wanted to talk about!"

Actually hearing the tall robot talk... it was a little bit of a relief. She had a personality. She wasn't just some mindless killer robot out of a James Cameron movie! "Oh! OH! I get it! This is some sort of hazing, right? The guy was just kidding me when he said you guys were going to stuff me inside of a suit and kill me... right?" he chuckled nervously as he raised his gaze to meet her eyes. When he saw both her eyebrows upturn and her lips pull back in a slight frown, he knew he wasn't going to like this answer.

"Actually, that's pretty much the modus operandi around here," she replied honestly. "Fazbear loves his blood sacrifices and all that shit. The owners assume it's a faulty coding due to the programming we were given back in the 70's and that we see you as, quote-unqoute, 'endoskeletons outside of costume'." She had both her hands raised, the exposed index and middle fingers of her left hand making the air-quotes while she just tilted her wrist topped by the hook. "It's the only thing they can think of that explains why so many people died on the job here."

"...Please don't give me a lobotomy!!" Maverik begged, arms raised over his head as he ducked down.

Rolling her eyes, Foxy blinked for a moment, causing the mechanical eyelids to shut with an audible clack before opening them again. "Look, I can understand the worry you got... I mean, it's kind of absurd to ask people to continue working here under such conditions, but it's not impossible. For one thing... check your power."

That comment made the calico blink his eyes. "The... power?" His eyes snapped wide open with realization. "THE POWER!" He fumbled with the laptop again before pulling up the screen. The image was Bonnie outside of the hallway, a shake to her hips as she slowly walked. He felt his heart leap up into his throat. "Forty-three percent... forty-two!?" he looked down at the icon of a battery, the image going to a third yellow bar. "OH GOD! THE DOORS ARE DRAINING ALL THE POWER!"

*Bzzt*!

Maverik blinked his eyes as he felt the breeze in the room stop. He raised his head to see the fandesk still, the pirate holding the extension cord in her hand. "Little known fact," she said as she dropped the black cord. "That fan was here when this place was first built in 1977... back before there was such a thing as the 'power save' feature they have for the main stage. That thing goes through so much juice you'd think you were powering Las Vegas! And another thing... pick up your flashlight."

Nodding his head, the calico did so as he got out of the chair. He had dropped it upon catching sight of Chica outside the left entrance. Holding it up, he asked, "Now what?"

Raising her left hand, Foxy reached up to the ceiling light and turned the knob on its base, shutting it off; the only light in the room Maverik's flashlight. "Now look at your laptop."

Looking down, the calico stared into it, eyes going directly to the bottom left corner. The battery icon was still at forty-two percent... and yet the usage bar was only at the one green. "Holy crap! You mean those two little things-"

"Use the majority of the generator power," the animatronic explained. "If any of the Security Guards could have figured out that little fact, we wouldn't be rotating through them every few days to every few weeks." She watched as the feline was opening up his flashlight again, extending the chamber so it became more like a lantern and allowed light to flow everywhere rather than just a single beam. "Don't be worried," she said as she took the makeshift lamp from him and placed it on the desk to give the room the most illumination possible. "You should still have enough power to make it to dawn with both doors shut. You shouldn't be worried."

Looking up at the tall vixen, Maverik was thankful, VERY much so... but he couldn't begin to explain why he was nervous. After all, how do you tell a self-admitted bloodthirsty machine that you were terrified of them even after the help they gave?

He didn't need to, apparently Foxy could read it on his face. "You're terrified of me, aren't you?" she asked, an almost melancholic tone to her voice. She brought her left hand to the side of her face, rubbing her temple in a VERY humane show of irritation. "Look, I can understand your reluctance but please, hear me out. I ain't gonna bite your head off or stuff you into a suit or nothing like that, all right? Just listen to what I gotta say."

"I... I can do that..." Maverik admitted with a whisper, his eyes checking the bottom left screen of the laptop. Oh good, it was still on forty-two percent. Good, good. He might be able to make it to morning at this rate. Closing the laptop, he raised his head to meet her gaze. "What did you want to say? You mentioned not being able to talk for..." he couldn't bring himself to finish.

Again, Maverik didn't have to. "Twenty. Seven. Years." She sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest again, the vulpine animatronic leaning back against the left steel door for balance. "I haven't had anyone do anything for me in twenty-seven godforsaken years except bleed and die. You... you're the first person to do something for me that was... nice. I'm not in use anymore, no one needs me on the show-floor, hell I'm BARRED from it! They literally went and programmed rules that I cannot see anyone during the day EVER AGAIN!" she trembled a bit, yet somehow the corners of her mouth tugged into a smile.

"And yet there you were," she said, her voice softer. "Just another shit-outta-luck sacrifice with no clue what this place is truly like... and you go out of your way to make repairs." she brought her left hand up to her cheek where the busted bolt and broken actuator had been. "You didn't just fix the damage, you gave me back my face! MY FACE! You... you made me pretty again. If I could have cried, I would have then, but I wasn't allowed to for another twenty minutes..."

Hearing her talk like this... it made Maverik relax, if only a little. There seemed to be no deception to her words. "Foxy..." he spoke up to get her attention. Those two eyes were focused on him, the pupils glowing brilliantly in the somewhat shadowed room. "What happened?" He asked. "I mean, the Bite of '87 that everyone and their mother goes on about. The way you are... that doesn't seem like you."

"It isn't," she agreed. "That was one of the things that killed me inside. With my jaw broken, I couldn't tell anyone my side of the story..." her ears twitched in annoyance much as a real person's would. "Would you be willing to listen?"

Nodding his head, Maverik replied, "Please."

Sighing, the Animatronic pushed herself from the door and stood up straight. "How much do you know about the Child Abduction back in '83?"

Shaking his head, the calico answered, "Not much. I was only a year-old at the time. A kitten. Later on, you hear stories and read up things on Wikipedia and Google."

That made the audio-animatronic blink her eyes in surprise. "...Google? What the hell is a, 'google'?" she shook her head. "Nevermind. But you had heard of it?"

"Yeah," the temporary security guard said. "Four kids were lured away from their parents by some pedophile in a Freddy Fazbear outfit. Even though he was caught, no one found the kids. Do you know what happened?"

She snorted. "Yeah, I know. That asshole was the CEO's rat-bastard son, emphasis on 'bastard'." she snarled, showing off a number of teeth. Whether Maverik gasped from that information or the show of aggression, she didn't know, nor cared for at the moment. "He lured kids and did... things... to them... unspeakable things! And then to hide his crime, he stuffed their bodies in ours! Freddy, Bonnie, Chica..." she looked ashamed. "And me..."

His jaw dropping, Maverik just stared at her in shock, his gaze immediately going to her torso.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that!" she snapped, wincing as she saw the calico cringing as he pushed the chair some distance from her on its wheels. Calming herself down, she explained, "They're not in us anymore. Once the heat was off, the old man had us emptied and cleaned on the downlow, the bodies disposed of in the basement furnace. With no bodies, the scumbag proclaiming his innocence, and the expensive lawyers his daddy hired to defend him... the law couldn't make it stick. He got off scot-free... and we paid the consequences."

Raising an eyebrow, the calico raised his head once more to look up at the vulpine pirate. "Consequences?"

"Did I mention that the pedo-fuck was a wannabe Cultist?" she laughed at the confused look on Maverik's face. "Guess I didn't. Well, I sure as hell wouldn't consider him a REAL one... he was more like some asshole playing with forces he didn't understand. So what he ended up doing when he stuffed those kids in us was more or less... I guess you'd call it a blood sacrifice." She tapped her front with her right hook. "Since then we've been... well, for lack of better terms, 'alive'. Fueled by forsaken children and continued bloodlust..."

Maverik's jaw stared up at her. He was tempted to scream and beg for her not to kill him but he could tell she had more to say.

He'd save that for afterwards when she allowed questions.

"Anyway, that bastard got off freely, his punishment? He had to see a parole officer every week for three months," she snorted again. "And you know what happened? Two years after it all died down... he tried to do it again. He wasn't in costume this time but I remembered him... what he did... and he was already beginning to lure a little girl in a white dress with yellow flowers on it. Promising her tickets to afford that Freddy Doll at the Prize Corner. All she had to do was follow him to the back so he could retrieve them for her..."

She frowned, her expression becoming dark. "I flipped. I was seeing red as I leapt right off my stage and lunged at the bastard. Stabbed my hook into his shoulder right behind his clavicle so he couldn't run away. I struggled with him as he punched me in the head over and over again I..." she growled again, her fangs clenched together. "I wanted him dead. I opened my mouth wide, wider than it should have been able to, tearing my cheeks open as I bit down on his head. He struggled wildly, screaming as he smashed me with his fist over and over again while the security guards began to grab me in an attempt to separate us. I felt as my jaw began to break against the thickness of his skull as he tore off the bottom off of my face to stop me, but it didn't matter. I wasn't going to let him hurt anyone else - any child - ever again..."

"And that's when you managed to take a bite out of his head and a huge chunk of his brain with it," Maverik added, finishing the story.

Slowly, the animatronic nodded her head. "Aye. I... I couldn't let another kid be senselessly murdered. Sadly, no good deed goes unpunished. My attraction was closed afterwards and then they didn't even have the decency to just dismantle me and end it! No. For turning the boss-man's son into a vegetable, I was told I was going to rot here in Pirate Cove for the rest of my existence... unable to do that which brought me joy and... entertain..."

She trailed off, looking down to see the man hugging her.

For a moment, the calico simply kept his arms wrapped around the amazonian fox's waist. Even though her fur smelled musty and felt matted beneath his fingers... there was something so wonderful about just having his arms wrapped around her waist - again, Maverik was reminded of exactly why he'd really taken this position. Finally, he raised his head so that he could look at her, and a small, almost shy smile spread across his lips.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Though her words sounded like an accusation, Foxy was more curious than anything - no one had looked at her like that, not ever. She'd seen horror, disgust, annoyance, contempt... but never a misty eyed near reverence that would have made her throat tight if she had such functions.

"I always knew that you were something special, Foxy." The calico's smile widened, and he kept his arms laced around her waist in a hug as though he couldn't manage to let her go just yet. "I always knew that you were good. It's why I came here, I mean..." He quickly changed the subject, not sure how she'd feel about knowing he was almost stalking her. Maybe he'd see how she reacted to his other words first? "I believe in you, I believe that you were doing the right thing, protecting that little girl." His hand stretched up, touching her jaw where he'd made his repairs - she didn't flinch. "I couldn't stand to see you like that, in disrepair, just cast aside. You were always my favorite, you know? So beautiful and funny..." Finally, Maverik dropped his eyes and gave a tiny smile, "I'm glad that I got to have one birthday with you before your area was shut down. I carried that memory with me for a long, long time."

Foxy was looking at the feline still hugging her waist with a curious gaze. She was processing through memories... and it clicked. There had only been one birthday hosted in Pirate Cove - all of the other children had insisted on their party taking place at the big table in front of the other three. However, one small feline stuck out in her mind... a handsome little calico who had stared at her with rapt attention, never taking his eyes from her, never straying to go and see her three cohorts - the three real stars of the show. She knew she was just a side act... but for that one day, she'd really felt like she was something special.

"I remember you..." Her voice was soft when she spoke, and it caused Maverik to look up at the tenderness in her voice. "You were so much smaller then, but I remember you. It was only a few days before we were closed down for the incident... I..." A small smile actually stretched across her face for a moment, flashing sharp teeth - the sight of them didn't frighten the calico this time. "You spent the entire day right beside me, listening to my jokes, my little snips..." Her smile grew a bit wider, "It was the best day that I'd ever had. I felt like the star for once." Foxy grinned at the calico again, finally pushing him back from his hug so that she could lean casually against the right wall, one curving hip thrust outward.

Maverik meant to smile at her, but as he turned to do so, he was greeted with the sight of Chica still leaning against the glass, her beak pressed firmly, her eyes crazy.

A small shudder ran through him, reminding him that... though he'd been having quite the nostalgic moment, there was still very real danger right outside of his door. The last thing that he wanted was for something to happen before six a.m. so that he couldn't get out of here. His gaze turned back to Foxy, whose brow was arched again.

Her ears flickered with a small clicking sound, her eyes flickering back over her shoulder. "I doubt that they're very pleased that I'm in here helping you." Of course, Foxy was pleased - she had a fan, she wasn't alone... someone had been thinking of her all along.

"Well, can I just express my gratitude that you are?" The feline clicked open the display screen for a moment, pleased to see that the battery had only gone down by five-percent while they had been talking. Foxy was right... even though he'd sapped the energy down to over half in his panic after a mere hour, it looked like it was going to easily hold up through the night.

Foxy simply let out a throaty chuckle, giving Chica one last gaze, resisting the urge to flip the fowl off with her hooked hand. The yellow bird never had been able to stand it when someone other than herself was getting attention. "I'm actually pretty pleased to be in here myself. Usually I just run in, scream, the person freaks out... and then..." She gestured over her shoulder to Chica, "They come in and clean up. It's nice to just be able to..." Foxy paused for a moment before letting out a small laugh, "Talk."

Maverik was grinning slightly, carefully keeping his gaze averted so that he wouldn't be forced to look at the creepy chicken staring outside of the window. He was sure that the bunny was there as well, but he wasn't going to flicker the light to see if her shadow illuminated the wall. "Well, I'll talk with you for as long as you'd like." A small nod escaped him, and Foxy turned rapt attention to him again.

"You should be able to last this for a lot longer than any of the other guards with my help." Her voice held a lilt, as though there was a condition to her words. Maverik's brows hiked - they'd been getting along so well... and suddenly there were stipulations?

A small banging on the left door let him know that yes, Bonnie was out there. Suddenly, he was more than happy to hear any stipulation that the vixen had to offer.

"Yes?"

"Well, the other three have had regular maintenance. Oh, I mean... they're still musty and old... but I haven't had any attention at all." She held up her hand as though to make a point, her metal-exposed finger tapping against the wall. "If you could do some more repairs on me before your shift starts, I can promise to keep you safe while you work here."

Maverik's jaw dropped ever-so-slightly. That was it? Her only stipulation? She just wanted to feel... pretty again? The calico gave a grin. "I'd be more than happy to do that, Foxy... I mean, I remember you in all of your gorgeous glory." Her lids narrowed slightly, her gaze turning somewhat smoky at his flattery, "I'd love to see you pristine again." The calico looked her over, assessing how much work there was to be done, "I'll have to bring the parts in a little at the time, I was informed that if you tampered with the AI's too much, you got fired." Of course, the calico wasn't sure if that also pertained to their outwards appearance, but he wasn't going to take any chances. One, he'd owe yet another favor... and two, he wasn't willing to lose his access to Foxy that easily.

"Well, we have all the time in the world, now don't we?" The vixen moved closer to him, looking him up and down suddenly like he was a treat to be eaten after all. A part of the calico thought about asking yet again for her to refrain from a lobotomy, but he thought that it would be better to simply keep his mouth shut, lest she think that he didn't trust her. That certainly wasn't it... he'd just never been look at in such a feral way before. It made his entire body tight.

"We do." He wouldn't mention the fact that he was only here for a week. That might upset her.

"I have a few requests," Foxy continued on, though Maverik could tell by the tone of her voice that it wasn't really a request that she was making. The calico was always extremely aware of the fact that he was going to do whatever she said for more than one reason. First, because she was a computer program on the inside, even though she obviously had a spirit and a personality. There was a huge possibility that she had some kind of sensors that would allow her to read if he was lying, and he knew that wouldn't turn out good for him.

Secondly, however... he wanted to make her happy. There was something about the joy that blossomed over her features at knowing someone cared about her. He wanted to see that again... and he wanted to see her restored to her former beauty.

"Anything that you'd like." The words, then, when they came from his throat... were very true. "Well," She leaned in closer, her tongue licking her maw in anticipation. Her voice dropped to a whisper, and it sent a shiver up the calico's spine. "I want to be anatomically correct. I think some fuller breasts," She leaned her body into him, her chest working back and forth across his shoulder... "Maybe some plumbing down below as well." When Maverik turned with startled eyes to her, she chuckled and spelled it out. "A pussy, I want a pussy." And then, thinking about it, she added on, "And a cock. I might as well be able to experience the best of both worlds. Yes... I want to be fully functional."

Maverik was left staring at her, with his mouth wide open. Finally, he blinked once, twice... thrice... and then coughed a little as he spoke. "Isn't that a little... rated Arrrrr," He couldn't help himself, and the flat expression she gave him told him clearly that she'd heard that one before, "For a kiddy restaurant?"

"Yes, one where I'm left alone practically 24/7... I just... I just want to feel pretty and more... well... alive, you know?"

Maverik nodded his head as he looked at her. He didn't know if it was a trick of the lights, but he would have sworn she was blushing. Still, he could agree to that. "I will, Foxy. I'll get you what you need..." he knew where a Real Doll outlet was around the state. Perhaps he could cut a deal with them to get the desired pieces, pay to have them expedited if he had to. "And tomorrow, I'll go search through the back-stage area again. I had managed to find a face for you there. Maybe I'll be lucky and find more pieces. Whatever I don't find, I'll try and get matching fabric..."

He paused in his talking as he looked her over again. "And maybe some Dr. Sholl's Odor Eater's. No offense but you definitely smell thirty years old..." he chuckled nervously as her eyebrows furrowed and she pouted at him.

"Well, it may be true, but you don't have to put it like that... I mean when you talk like that you make me thing you prefer chicken breasts over foxy tail..." so saying, she reached back and tapped her hook on the glass - Chica having returned to stand by the door, letting the unsaid threat linger in the air.

Immediately, Maverik dropped to his knees before her. "Oh no-no-no! You're Mistaken Foxy! Calico LOVES pirate booty best!"

Now the amazonian animatronic grinned wide, showing off all her sharp teeth. "Good! And while we're at it... maybe a toothbrush and some toothpaste? Haven't had any dental care either."

"...Like minimum wage jobs EVER offer dental?" he managed to joke back, pleased to see and hear her laughing. It was a surprisingly melodious tone.

"True enough!" Foxy agreed. "They're greater cutthroats and scallywags here than you'll find on the high seas!" She kneeled down in front of the bowing calico, her left hand cupping her chin. "But at least we both have a port in the storm now... right?"

Blushing at how surprisingly affectionate the gesture was, Maverik nodded his head. "Right. Any port in a storm."