6 Chapter 5

Many after witnessing how an animatronic like Chica spoke, so naturally, they would be very tempted to take their things, to at least have the courage to talk to their boss to tell him that they are resigning and would go away from there, far away.

He was not like them.

In fact, he thought about it a lot and was very tempted to take his things, which weren't many because he lives alone and it's not like he has a lot of assets no his name, and leave there to be able to look for a job that if he ends up being a homeless, man, the truth is that he didn't care, but anyway, he stayed.

He decided to stay.

His view towards the animatronics was very serious. He had plenty of time to convince himself mentally, to tell himself that although it was real, nothing bad has happened, and nothing bad can happen either. He remembers the words written in that notebook. He keeps insisting himself that this may be false and that nothing of what he had written there will happen, but he can't risk much either.

One can be ignorant and go through anything, but there is always a turning point.

His view was only focused on Chica, the culprit of his little mental problem and the same one that had generated millions of doubts about whether they have life or not. It was more of a yes than a no. He has already seen in his own eyes how she spoke to him very naturally, too much. He can no longer deny it after days of being able to draw on his deepest thoughts.

"Don't you think you are staring too intently at the animatronics?" Francis saw how the blond was too serious. He didn't seem to speak either. His gaze could even cut things. "Hey, is something wrong? You look very closely at the-"

"Nothing's wrong." He came back to himself. He looked to his side. There was Francis who seemed worried about him. "Just..." He looked once more at the animatronics. "I keep thinking about the person who had created these animatronics."

"Do you know Afton?" He asked curiously.

"Afton?" he asked without knowing. "Is that his name?"

"No, no, that's his last name..." He scratched his head. "What was his name? I think it was William Afton." He was nodding because he felt that was the correct name. His arms were crossed, but he was pleased somehow. "That person was... was the most intelligent person who could have been alive. His intellect to create robots was enormous. That is why today you see the animatronics that are on stage, and Foxy, although there were some before."

"Were there others?" He asked.

"I think, let me remember, yes. Their appearances were nothing compared to the ones we have now." The blonde could understand this. Sure, before they were men, and then they made them as women because that person surely thought that a pair of breasts and a good ass could sell more, and he wasn't wrong. "Although things happened and well... today they have this appearance that they have..."

"Did things happen?" This was what he wanted to hear. The fact that there were others before and now there are only these... what happened? "What things happened?"

"I'm sorry to tell you that I only know this very briefly, I have no idea what happened but…" He scratched his head once more. "...must be something serious because of how they always told this..."

"You don't know…" he muttered. It was a real bitch not knowing anything about this place. Perhaps from there, he can get an idea of ​​what happens for these to be alive... if they really were. Sometimes he wants to hold on to the fact that it was all a lie but with all this time to think, that it took him a day, but well, it made him realize that they really are alive and that bad things can happen. "...anyway, something is something."

"Why do you ask anyway?" Francis looked at him doubtfully. "I have not seen that you are someone who investigates a lot in other people's topics. "

He nodded. He feels like he has to try. "What if I told you that the previous guard was right about the things he said about the animatronics?"

"I'd say you're crazy too, and I should try and kick you out of here."

"I don't know... I've seen trees talk once, you know?"

"Trees talk?" Up to this point, he already looked at him with disdain and feeling that, like the previous guard, he had lost his common sense. "Pff, you really have to make yourself seen," he told him even so with a hint of endearment. "I like you much better than the previous guard, and I tell you in the best possible way: stop with those silly thoughts."

"Clearly you didn't get what I said," the blonde sighed. "But hey, it's difficult for you I guess the fact of having to talk to someone who has seen and experienced firsthand the fact that some trees talk... it wasn't at its peak, but anyway I had the misfortune to be ambushed by it."

"Wait, wait," right now, he is understanding a little. He was surprised. "If you're talking about what I think you're talking about, that happened almost 18 years ago," there was a bit of surprise in Francis, who took out the numbers and the blond's age. "You don't look older than 30."

"I lied in my registration," he said. "I wanted to get out of the situation I was in..." It was a nice anecdote, but it's also something very horrible, and he prefers to live. "...I don't regret it, but sometimes I have doubts about what would have happened if I hadn't done that..."

Francis now had another eye concerning the blonde, another way of seeing him because he understood very well now what he was referring to and that, furthermore, having lied and having gone there at such a young age and endangering his life to get out of the poverty, because he remembers that he said that he came from a poor family, is something to take into account. He may consider him an idiot for having done that but others, perhaps they would consider him brave.

He considers himself to be both.

"In any case," he wanted to change the subject, "do you really think they have a life of their own?"

"It's just a guess," the blond was saying. "I feel like if it was true, maybe things wouldn't be good because maybe people would want to look into this, and it would be a lot of trouble..."

"That would be too obvious."

"I was just wondering what would happen if what he said was true. It would be... too weird..."

"Why do I feel like you have dirty thoughts?"

"Did you see how that person designed those animatronics?" Yes, he really wondered aloud the reason for doing them that way. "What can I think?"

"Well... I just want to let you know that William was a genius, and he knew somehow that someone would want to do dirty things. They are programmed to react violently in case something like that happens..."

"Wait, I want to guess." He was laughing. "A child touched them, and something bad happened."

"No, they don't do anything to the children. They just reprimand them, and that's it... but if it's an adult..."

This was new.

That means that a child can experience the fact of being able to try to touch the body of these animatronics, but an adult cannot. Still, he can't complain about this because his job is about security, and when they looked dirty, more than anything Chica, he had to clean her up, and he has touched a lot of her body so, he's kind of lucky she hasn't done anything.

Although it is contradictory in a way, if no adult can approach because they are programmed to somehow detect the perverted intentions of these, he would have to be dead, but he is not.

Why?

The blond discussed a few more things before leaving and returning later for his workday to which the animatronics, as always, looked at him for a few seconds, and clearly, even though Chica had almost screwed up, he came again to be able to work.

Tonight, they were really going to have fun.

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Security office, 11:59 pm

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He was near the start of his work shift.

Monday or Tuesday morning.

He was waiting for this moment to start work because he wants to verify if what happened was really made up by his desire to sleep at that moment or if Chica really took the trouble to go to his office to talk to him and strike up a very healthy conversation, let's say.

"Fine, fine," the blonde said then as he looked at the time. It was midnight. His shift started right now. He must admit he was a bit nervous. His mental sanity was at stake precisely speaking. "Before, I would be in front of the animatronics, but today I want to check the cameras." He looked at the screens that were there. He is surprised, as a quick comment, that there are quite a few screens to monitor and that, well, at least only one of them worked with audio, which was the one in the kitchen. For the rest, everything was visible, even in color. It surprises him that they are advanced... but if we take into account the animatronics... "Okay, let's go see the bathrooms, there's nothing. I don't hear anything in the kitchen. Corridors neither. Well... I'm sure there's nothing anywhere. Let's see the main stage and... Chica is missing."

Indeed, not even a minute of his workday passed, and he has already seen that of the trio, only Chica was missing, and when he began to check the cameras, he found nothing at all.

No matter what, there was nothing. He was close to checking the door to his right, and he had stood up and all.

"...long time no see again, dear guard..."

But something stopped him.

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Chica, exactly midnight

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She was not someone who liked to complicate herself.

She was someone simple, with simple tastes and simple attitudes. If she sees something she likes, she can't help but think that it was already hers. In the best possible way, she will try to obtain it, and with all the patience in the world, she will endure and endure until what she wants so much is hers. Of course, if we put someone like Bonnie, she was pretty sure she would fight for that 'something' against her because she can't let a brat like her have what she wants.

To think that this guard paid more attention to her than Bonnie, she couldn't resist communicating with him much, more so now that she has seen that he is back even though she can somehow admit that she made a mistake in acting quickly and wanting to talk to him.

Now?

Fred, Fredica, was very serious about not doing this kind of thing but, if he's back, it's because it means that he somehow loves and accepts her. Not everyone would stay after seeing her... and the only person who has seen her many times was the previous guard, and well, you know, he quit and is now gone.

She moved as soon as it struck midnight.

She hummed with a big smile while carrying some slices of pizzas to show the guard that she was not someone to be feared, on the contrary. She was the best of all, and he can trust her, plus she is also the most beautiful and the one who will do the most to make him feel good.

"How will I talk to him today?" She said to herself like a pretty girl in love. She doesn't want to rush things but if she does things right today, not only will she establish a friendly relationship with the guard, but she will be the only one who can approach him because she will tell him that the others are not good to trust, especially Fredica who sometimes she could be too scary when she got mad. It was as if someone controlled her. "I think I'll do my best to be friendly... and when everything works out..." Yes, she can't help but think about dirty things. She laughed a little.

"... finally, we meet again... my dear guard..."

Something was wrong.

As soon as she heard this, she knew it wasn't anyone's voice except Foxy.

"Foxy woke up?" She said quietly. She couldn't believe it. She didn't know about this. She was turned off since the previous guard left. When did she wake up? She doesn't understand anything, and therefore, she was surprised to hear his voice but more than anything, something else surprised her. "Do not tell me that..."

She was in front of the security office. She peeked out a little more.

There was Foxy in front of the static guard, looking into his eyes.

"I can finally see you again... guard." Foxy's tone of voice was nostalgic. It was obvious that somehow, she missed the blissful night guard. "Huh?" As she looked at the guard then, she could see his eyes. "Fear…but also bravery…those eyes…" She narrowed her one working eye. Both worked but to give her that classic pirate look she had an eyepatch over her right eye. "Those eyes are from someone who has seen horrible things... how much have you changed?" She moved a little closer to him as he moved a little further away. He didn't respond at all. He was really in total silence for being living something like this, something that he had never expected to live. "Why are you moving away?" In a certain way, the joy she had when seeing him again, was slowly fading and turning into a bit of uncertainty and a bit of sadness. "Do you... don't you love me? Haven't you missed me as I have...?"

Foxy had a bit of a vision problem. While she could tell that the guard was different, in some way, she couldn't fully tell. The uniform is the same and that is why she is fully guided that the person in front of her is the previous guard.

But although her vision of hers was not the best we can say, this is because of her eye, which is the most obsolete thing she has, her sense of smell as a pirate and as a fox, the animal, of course, were among the best. She was then able to recognize the scent given off by the guard. Everything was disappearing in her, and her left eye began to shine slowly. "You…" she growled, in addition to a dark and angry tone were present in her, walking while playing with her hook. "You're not the guard…you're not him…and worst of all…" Her nose twitched a bit as she sniffed everything. "You smell like that bitch, Chica..." It was obvious that she was getting angrier and angrier. Her steps were quick and took the nightguard off guard who was taken by his hand to have the hook against his neck. She was holding him by the neck too. She lifted him slightly into the air against the wall. She was failing again from the anger that lay within her. "The guard... where is the guard? Where is the guard?! Where is he?! What have you done with him?!" She pressed her head against the guard. They were face to face. "You better talk, you fucking piece of shit cause if you don't give me an answer, I swear I'm gonna kill you!"

"..."

But it was impossible for him to speak because she started squeezing harder for every second he didn't say anything. He couldn't breathe either. He did everything to at least talk but to be living something like that, doesn't compare at all to having to dodge bullets or having to avoid being captured by the enemy. This was much worse. Nothing would compare to having to be hanged by an animatronic from a fox who squeezes harder and harder. (Nightguards lives matter)

That's why he didn't say anything and watched as Foxy got angrier and angrier.

"... You... I'm sure it was you who took my guard away... you... it's your fault... it is..." She was no longer thinking rationally. She never did but, now she was worse than before. It even seemed to falter a bit. You could see how her head seemed to tremble with small tics, in addition to her one eye, also adding erratic movements of her entire body. "...you..." She could see that beyond squeezing hard to slowly suck the air out of him and his life out, he was much more resistant than the slaves she once used for fun. "...you must... die... for him to come back..." She sniffed once more. She glanced sideways for a few seconds at one of the office entrances. "...then... I'll come after you, you fucking Chica piece of shit!"

Chica had been discovered and tried not to make any noise at all. She covered her mouth and held her breath…what…well, can animatronics breathe anyway?

She didn't want to see this anymore. She wanted to do something, but she couldn't, she couldn't move at all. Seeing that the guard was dying in front of her, having the chance to be able to do something... but she couldn't do something, she couldn't. She didn't get it. Did it cost her to move? It cost her too. She was scared, she was kind of scared of Foxy because she's very violent and she can't tolerate violence.

But if she doesn't do something, she knows very well that the guard is going to die.

What will the rest say?

Surely they will blame her entirely for not doing something.

Noises then came inside the office. She was terrified by the noises she was hearing but, she had to see something, her curiosity at the moment was enormous, and she wanted to see what was happening. Somehow she will do what she can to help.

Looking inside the office, she then saw something incredible.

Foxy had been distracted for a few moments by sniffing Chica. As such, the guard took advantage of the very little air he was holding and was able to kick her a little in the stomach which not only pushed her very slightly, which at least managed to make her let go but also made him hurt quite a bit his feet because of how hard it was. He took it as an idea that this part would be soft but... it was very hard... her abdominals, of course.

Foxy didn't feel much pain at all. She only saw and stared at a guard trying to catch his breath and coughing with a lot of pain from the mark of the hand on his neck, spitting out a little blood that seeing that blood, something lit up inside her that caused her to feel something like that like an ecstasy.

"... you..." as she said to herself, it didn't hurt, but it bothered her quite a bit. "You are going to pay!"

She raised her arm with her hook and brought it down with all her might.

The guard knew very well that if he didn't move, that would hit his chest and drag as much as possible that would cover his entire torso, and well, that hook was sharp because it was the same one that was supported on his neck, and cut a little and considering her strength, he was sure the cut would be very deep.

He had no other choice. He moved a little, but nothing could prevent it from hitting his shoulder hard, holding back the cry of pain with willpower, feeling that it was hitting his shoulder more and more because she was trying to get her hook out.

She did it. The pain was unbearable. He took his shoulder as he fell to his knees. It hurt too much, and this pain cannot be compared to being shot. He prefers the bullets to feel the hook inside him again. It was a sharp pain that made him close his eyes. He was holding back his tears. Blood came out of his mouth from squeezing so hard. He raised his head, looked at Foxy who was licking her hook with his blood, smiling, only her golden eye shining.

"... Your blood is too good..." Another of the many details with which Foxy was programmed is that sometimes she loved to drink blood. Reason? None. They simply thought that it would be funny that she drank blood and that, if she remembers the memories that were implemented when she was created, she killed some pirates, and in front of others, she showed that she drank their blood. "...at least you will be of some use when you die... for... taking away... what was... mine..."

The guard then knew that something very ugly awaited him.

He had to think.

What could he do?

He looked around and thought clearly about what he could do. He knows very well that this can go very wrong, but he already felt that he was on his last legs because this pain was horrible. Not only did he have a huge gash on his shoulder, but he also had a chunk of skin that popped off when she withdrew her hook. It was ugly to look at. He needed yes or yes to attend to a hospital. It was a bad idea, but seriously, he had no other choice...

Foxy made another move, the same as before to hit harder. This time, she would not fail for anything in the world.

But she felt something hit behind her head.

She was static. When she felt that, she felt something slimy. That something was just a slice of pizza that had been thrown by someone. And she, knowing her disco friends very well, knows perfectly well that this slice is someone she knows, it is precisely Chica, the only one who could throw pizzas as nothing happened.

"...I see...you have...messed...with my prey..." Steam rose from her nostrils. She had turned around and everything. She was looking in the direction where Chica was, who did not stop shaking. "...wait... chicken... soon... I'll have fun with you... hehe... HEHEHEHEHE..."

She froze.

Foxy froze completely.

It was that there was no reaction. It started to malfunction, now it really does. She laughed loudly and began to move like a real robot, jerky movements, erratic movements, complicated movements, now she behaved like a robot.

Chica was scared, but finally, she was able to do something. She did something to distract Foxy from killing the guard, who she could see slowly getting up, suffering from the pained face he seemed to make. He took the club that he carried at his side but that he could not use before. With his arm that he could move, he seemed to ignore the pain he felt, and seeing that she, Foxy, turned her back, he hit her with all possible strength. With the rest of his strength, he fell as Foxy fell to the ground, knocked out.

He was very exhausted, he was doing all he could to stay awake because of the pain, which in itself was not much, but he would use his remaining strength instead of being able to catch his breath and thus be able to think better, he was seriously dying, and he didn't want to close his eyes because surely the lack of blood, the loss of blood itself, would kill him. He had a huge gash and even a hole.

His breathing was very tense and short, added to the fact that it was ragged. His vision was somewhat cloudy. He was on the ground. He did his best to stay seated. His eyes wanted to close, but he avoided this as best he could. Air, he finds it hard to breathe because of the pain. Foxy's hands were very strong. She clenched his neck tightly, and it was hard to breathe. His feet even hurt. It was very bad. On the desk was a medicine cabinet that might have everything he needs right here. "...first aid kit..." he's been through things like that. He has experienced something like this. If he removes the fact that there is a robot that wanted to kill him, he has experienced something like that. He can't give up. He's not a coward, he wouldn't give up his life either when there are so many things to prove. As he could, he got up. He had his hand on her shoulder, trying to stop the blood from flowing out. His hand was stained, but also the sleeve of his uniform that a little bit of it remained. His steps slow, heavy, somewhat bent as he walked, he fell on the way. He was in front of the desk, but he couldn't move at all. He squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't move. There was nothing left for him to do but kneel. It doesn't matter if he got down on his knees and moved forward as best he could, he couldn't get there.

Tears began to appear in one of his eyes as this was more painful than a few bullets.

He was going to collapse and fall on top of Foxy. It wasn't the best way, it wasn't good for him to do this either, but he knows he can pick up some strength... or so he thinks.

The fact that Foxy had tightly squeezed his neck made it difficult for him to gather air. It hurt to breathe in fact, that was very ugly. And if a person has a lot of trouble breathing, now added to the fact that he was bleeding from the wound on his shoulder and that blood did not stop coming out, things did not look very good.

He was hoping to touch something soft, and he did...although...

"Wait, wait, please." He could hear the desperation in her. "I'm sorry about this, I'm really sorry I didn't show up sooner, sorry, please forgive me, but I don't want you to go, please…" She was desperate. She thought and felt that the guard was going to die. She looked everywhere. She then saw the first aid kit. Something would be inside there for her to use. She slowly put it on the floor to pick it up from the desk. She returned to the blond who strained his eyes. He was squeezing his shoulder tightly and trying to look. He saw her, and he showed surprise and wanted to get away. She only managed to sit on the spot while looking at him. "Yes, I can talk, I can do a lot of things but..." she was still shaking. Blood? It wasn't something she was used to. It makes her pretty bad. She was trembling to hand him the first aid kit. "T-take it."

She dropped it, and when it fell to the ground, it opened, and things went everywhere.

"Oh! Forgive me!" She quickly gathered everything up. She put it aside. She wanted to help him, but she saw that then he took everything and began to treat himself as best he could, having to apply some bandage, inject something to avoid feeling pain, and incidentally, before the bandages, use something hot to be able to suture a little his wound.

Chica, as such, didn't say anything else. She was walking away, but she didn't manage to do that. She looked at Foxy and carried her on her back. She is somewhat heavy. She can't leave her here. If she woke up and did something bad again, more so with a wounded guard, she'd be in trouble.

She did not say anything. She just took Foxy, put her on her back, and walked away.

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Stage, 00:30am

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Bonnie and Fredica were in disbelief.

It was barely midnight, and she had already gone to the guard. They were very sure that maybe she screwed up again and scared the guard, or simply, by the time his shift is over, he decidedly leaves such a place.

"Fredica! Bonnie! We have a problem!"

Chica then appeared at full speed.

"Yeah, you're the problem," Bonnie said. "Thanks to you…" She didn't continue. She noticed that Chica quickly came over with Foxy on her back. She seemed asleep. She seemed deactivated... but, no, it doesn't seem like that, does it? How was she carrying her? "Why do you have Foxy with you?"

"Chica," Fredica spoke. Her authoritative tone was present. "What happened?"

"Foxy attacked the guard!" This caused both of them to widen their eyes in surprise. "He's hurt! I don't know if he's still alive!" She, with Foxy behind her, trembled. Only then when Fredica and Bonnie went to take Foxy from her, she fell to the ground sitting up, hugging herself for seeing blood, and how she could have done something but couldn't because of the fear she had. Carrying her asleep wasn't a problem, but remembering how she was... and already how scared she was... "...I-I... I didn't do anything to prevent anything from happening to the guard..."

"What happened?" Fredica was sympathetic to Chica and seemed to want to lay a hand on her head. "What happened to the guard?"

"H-he has... a large wound on his shoulder... and a piece of skin is missing..." That was what she had seen. "His neck... Foxy squeezed him until she was sure he could breathe with a lot of trouble..." but more than anything... "...Fredica...sorry...I-I...couldn't do anything..."

"Don't worry…" She looked at Foxy next to Bonnie. The second mentioned looked at Fredica and then comforted her little friend/rival of Chica a little. Fredica, at this time, looked at the knocked-out Foxy and shook her head. "I told you not to do anything silly... but lo and behold..." And seriously, thinking clearly about the situation now, she knows very well that the guard will surely die and also, if he survives, he will stop coming. "I'll have to take care of you…but first…" She looked at Bonnie. "Bonnie, take care of this. You know what to do." The rabbit nodded. On the other hand, Fredica has to see and make sure the guard is okay. "I hope you're well..."

But also, apart from seeing if he was okay, she wanted to see him, she wanted to see him again, and in a way, she wanted to take care of him.

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