You rush into pirate cove, almost slamming into the side of it in your haste. You turn and lean against the side, running a hand through your wet hair, making your hair tie snap and fall out, letting your hair cascade down your shoulders (again, if you have short hair you just ran your hand through your hair). You slowly start to catch your breath, and with no warning, your body slides down into a crumpled heap on the floor. You hear footsteps and then a small chuckle
"I've pictured you in many positions, lass, but I have to admit, this isn't one of them" Foxy chuckles and you look up at him with a glare
"Now is not time for your perverseness, Fox" You sigh "Just go away"
He hums in response, not saying anything for a moment and you let your head fall back between your knees
"I'd rather not" He finally says, crouching down in front of you
"Would you rather I used harsher words then?" You ask with a small sniff, shivering as you do. Foxy just rolls his eyes
"Firstly, lass, you came into my cove, not the other way around, so you should be grateful I haven't kicked ye arse back out there to be laughed at" He says in a matter-of-fact tone "Secondly, you're freezing" He places a hand on your knee and you bite your lip "You need to get these clothes off"
You frown, knowing he's right "I'm not going to just strip in front of you"
"Do you have a choice?" He smirks slightly "Or do you just want to get frostbite because you were just dumped in a bucket of ice and freezing water, so I recall"
You pout and sit up straight "Fine" You snap a little without meaning to and his ears fall back slightly, immediately filling you with guilt "Sorry" You add quietly, he just nods and stands up, moving and sitting on his bed of net in the back of the cove. You sit there for a moment, thinking before you remember you shoved a change of clothes in your bag before you came. You look over at Foxy with a slight smile
"Hey Fox can yo-"
"Go and get you clothes?" He raises an eyebrow and you nod sheepishly
"They're in my bag"
"I guessed" He nose-exhales before standing and looking at you, his distant look suddenly turning rather smug
"You know you just sat here in front of me with a see-through shirt on, right?" He says smugly
You roll your eyes "Really?" You make your eyes wide, your words dripping with sarcasm "I hadn't noticed" You only get a chuckle in response and you roll your eyes "Go and get my bag, moron"
He grins, adorably, and ducks out of the cove, but not before shifting back to his animatronic self. Returning five minutes later, waltzing into the cove and dropping your clothes in front of you with an annoyed growl
"I almost got caught because of you" His robotic voice sounds so different from when he's like you, like he almost can't show emotion, no matter how much he tries. You look at him for a moment, your eyes soft and concerned. It must be awful for him. You watch as he shifts back to his other self, you wince at watching the transformation again, hearing the same bones cracking and wires snapping. He looks at you after he's done, cracking his neck
"What?" He asks, obviously annoyed
"Nothing" You mutter and grab the clothes, standing up. You watch as Foxy moves back to his net-bed, then proceeding to look at you expectantly
"What?" You mimic him, irritated
"Well, are going to get changed or not?" He asks casually, leaning back and raising his hook to admire it for a moment
"Not in front of you I'm not" You fold your arms
The nerve of this guy you think with a frown, wondering where that sweet Fox from last night went
"I don't see why not" He sits back up with a lazy smirk "I mean, I did just risk people seeing me just to get you clothes" He stands up, looking at you mischievously "I think I at least deserve to see this"
You take a step back as he stands before placing a hand over your heart, talking dramatically "And here I thought you were just doing it to be nice" You sigh wistfully, flipping your hair and moving your eyes to meet his gaze. He scoffs at your performance
"Don't quit your job, lass, Hollywood acting isn't for you" He chuckles and you frown, pretending to be hurt
"Well there goes my plans for the next five years" You shrug before realising Foxy is advancing towards you "Hey" You look at him accusingly "Sit back down and turn around, Fox" He pouts, it's barely visible but you can't help but melt a little "Please" You try again and he huffs, moving back and sitting down with a sulky look
"First you won't kiss me and now you won't even get changed when you've probably already got frostbite because you're being stubborn" He says sulkily, and you sigh
"Foxy, I haven't even been back here a week. Relationsh-" You cut yourself off, swallowing before continuing "Whatever we are, doesn't work like that" You look at the floor
"Just get changed" Foxy says, in an almost commanding tone. You look up to protest but he's turned around and you smile slightly. You quickly strip down to your underwear, not noticing that Foxy had been peaking the whole time, and throw your wet clothes in a pile on the floor. You look up after pulling your black leggings on and let out a small yelp as you notice Foxy
"I'm gonna kill you" You yell as you grab the cropped cammo sweater next to your shoes and holding it over your bra, to cover yourself
"You can't kill something that's already dead, Lass" Foxy says softly, almost too quiet for you to hear. You stare at him for a moment before sighing
"I need to get back to my job" You respond, tuning around so he can only see the back of you, and pulling the sweater over your head "I'll come back and get my other clothes later" You grab the curtain, moving to walk out when you feel Foxys hand grabbing your wrist.
"Don't go" He says simply, his eyes pleading. You close your eyes for a moment
He's just an animatronic, Y/n. Remember that.
"I'll get fired, Fox" You sigh, reopening your eyes to meet his. His ears fall flat and you frown, guilt creeping up inside you. He lets go of you with a slight nod
"See you tonight then" He sighs before backing up into the darkness of his cove. You quickly exit the cove, trying to squash the feeling guilt in your gut. You step back out and are immediately getting bombarded by Nadia, Sasha and Moria
"Sorry, Y'n" Moria is the first to apologise. You smile and laugh
"It's fine, really" You shrug "No harm done other than I don't exactly look like a waitress anymore"
"Well I'm not" Nadia grins, about to say something else but Sasha and Moria elbow her in her rips. Ending up in a loud "OW" from her.
"You're a jerk, Nad" Sasha rolls her eyes and Nadia huffs
"If you had not abused me and actually listened I would've told you" She pouts "What I was GOING to say was: I'm not sorry because Y/n got some alone time with Foxy" She winks before once again getting elbowed by Sasha
"Nad shut up!" She scolds and Nadias eyes widen
"Whoops I forgot, I have somewhere to be, tables to cook, costumers to clean and whatnot!" She laughs nervously and quickly runs off to a table to serve a family. Sasha shakes her head and Moria moves off to serve another table.
"If all of you know about...them, why don't you just talk about it?" You say, rubbing the back of your neck, remembering the pervious confrontation you had with her previously
"Because it's just better" She rakes a hand through her hair with a sigh "Look Tracy'll probably explain it at some point" Sasha goes to walk off but stops and looks back "Oh and, just so you know, I'm not blind. I'm perfectly aware that there's a murderer here and there's a lot of messed up shit behind these walls" She shrugs "Just saying" She flicks her hair over her shoulder and continues about her work, leaving you with an open mouth, and a curious mind.
UNKNOWN P.O.V
She has no idea. It's amusing to sit here, watching her run about with a cloth tucked into the waist band of her leggings. Coming over to serve me every so often. Not even realising that I long to drag a knife slowly across her throat, making her feel every section of skin that pierces open. If only she knew that the person she really needed to fear was only a few feet away. I wonder if she'd scream. Or stay silent and just stare. Maybe she'd just run. But then again, she at least seems slightly smarter than my average victim, if she knew who I was she might be sensible and stay put. That is if she wanted everyone around her to live, but then again, people are insanely selfish when faced with a choice like that.
Like if you had to choose your life, or a bunch of random strangers. You wouldn't feel as bad if you got them all murdered. But if they were your friends, your family, the ones you love. You'd probably end up committing suicide because of the guilt. That is unless you're fucked up like myself.
Then again, we're all a little insane. Some just hide it better than others. But every so often you see a glint in their eye, a murderous stare, or a hand twitch when they hold a knife. Maybe you should join me sitting here one day. Watch as everyone bubble wraps their insanity. It makes for a good show.
"Sir, I'm afraid it's closing time" Y/n smiles gesturing towards the exit in a polite manner
I clench my fist. This is just one of the many reasons why I hate her. Constantly belittling me. Well, I'll be the one laughing soon. She will get on her knees and beg for forgiveness. She will never escape me again. But, as most plans do, it's going to take time. Which is why I stand up, tip her and walk out. Without killing anyone.
That's a new record.
Third-person-p.o.v
Nadia walks to stand by Y/n, who is staring absentmindedly out of one of the restaurants windows. Following Y/ns gaze, Nadia finds herself staring into a pair of silver eyes. Only to disappear moments after she lays her eyes on them. Nadia takes a step towards the window, to check if she was just seeing things, but gets grabbed by a raven haired girl, also known as Sasha
"What the hell?" Nadia turns around with furrowed eyebrows
"We're now leaving" Sasha raises an eyebrow, gesturing to Moria standing with the entrances door propped open with her foot, who taps an imaginary watch on her wrist with an impatient look. Nadia rolls her eyes, earning her own eyeroll from Sasha. She grabs Nadias wrist and starts to tug her away, much to Nadias disgust.
"Later, Y/n!" The three yell as they finally get out of the door. Only then does Y/n let herself glance at it, letting the click of the lock echo around the hall, and darkness envelop around her as the generators shut down for the night. She then turns to glance out of the window once more.
Only to be met once again with silver eyes.