A New Start

...One Week Later...

Many things had occurred since that night at the Mall. Even despite the big group-hug and display of forgiveness, Scott still felt the slightest bit guilty for what he did. After all, he was partly the reason for that entire mess. Plus, as he had observed, even though the bots were overall happy with their new home, they seemed a little... sluggish. Bored, even!Who would blame them? Scott's house was no Freddy Fazbear Pizza. It lacked that happy, fun glow that the old building used to have. There were no decorations, aside from a sign or two mounted on the living room wall.

So, over the next few days, Scott had gathered more and more items from the old pizzeria. He gathered party hats, banners, signs, and streamers from the place, before arranging them around the house and in the backyard. He had even managed to gather some of the old party room tablecloths!

Granted, he would give the decade-old things a few rounds in the washer before daring to put them on his tables.

Bonnie seemed especially happy when Scott brought in some old photos he had found in the security office. He almost couldn't convince the rabbit to let go of them! Some of the earlier pictures showed the bots' parts being taken out of boxes and put together. However, most of the photos seemed to depict the assembled bots and staff in costumes, handing out candy to some children. Checking the date on the back, Scott could infer that they were from Halloween.

His heart sank slightly when he found that there were no photos after that date.

But for now, Scott was fast asleep. And, as he tended to do, he was dreaming! Said dream was mostly relating to something that had been bugging him ever since he and the bots returned home.

How do the animatronics recharge?

Scott wondered this as he walked down a long, seemingly endless hallway. It was a haunting shade of grey, with a black and white checkered floor.

Scott frowned. Why couldn't his dreams be more colorful?

“They usually power down at 10 PM, and reactivate at midnight. Maybe that's when they do it?...”, he wondered, tossing aside the topic of color for now.

“...No, that couldn't be right, could it?”, he asked to nobody in particular. “Machines like them must consume a lot of energy, too much to regain in as little as two hours,” he reasoned, before donning a silly grin. “Maybe they're constantly replenishing their own energy with some sort of miniature nuclear reactor!”

Scott smirked in his sleep. Not a chance.

“Perhaps they eat!” Scott did recall seeing Chica trying to stuff a slice of cake in her mouth.

“It looked good!”, he recalled her reasoning.

Scott shook his head, almost laughing at that theory. There's no way that robots could eat. It's not like they're actual animals.

But, as Scott feared, that left just one more theory. Maybe they plugged themselves into the outlets while he wasn't looking! That would be the single most terrible thing he could think of!

Why, you may ask?

Because of the amount of energy they consume! It's not like they're blenders or fans, or other household appliances! They're robots! Imagine how much energy they need to keep active! Imagine the electrical bill!

Scott gasped as, suddenly, a large sheet of paper materialized in front of him. The hallway dissipated, leaving an empty black space. The man slowly, fearfully looked up at the top of the menacing sheet of paper, unable to do anything but scream as he saw the writing on top.

CITYVILLE POWER

His screaming intensified as he looked down the sheet, his eyes landing on the numbers at the very bottom.

BILL: $400,000

“Noooooooooooo!--”

“--AAAAAAAAAHH!”

Scott screamed as he sat up in his bed. He stared at the wall across the room, wide-eyed as he spent the next few minutes trying to calm himself down. There's no way that the bots use that much power. Surely.

...Hopefully.

Scott sighed, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. Regardless, that was a nightmare. Something he didn't want to think about ever again. He'll just ask the bots in the morning, and that'd be the end of that.

“Yeah,” Scott reasoned to himself. “That'd be the end of that...”

He decided to slowly looked around his room before heading back to sleep, just to make sure that there were no actual oversized sheets of paper floating around. The room looked dark, if not slightly spooky, as rooms tended to look at night. However, one thing caught his eye.

There were two floating white dots a few feet away. Scott rubbed his eyes, then squinted, making sure that he wasn't just seeing things. As far as he knew, he didn't have anything turned on in this room. At least, not anything that would glow like that!

Scott tensed up as he realized something. Before he blinked, the dots were at least five feet away. Then, after he blinked, they seemed a lot closer. Furrowing his brow, he blinked once again, just to see if they'd get any closer.

They did.

“AHHH!”, Scott shouted. When he had opened his eyes once again, the dots became more like huge circles, with how much of his vision they took up. To his surprise, a rather feminine voice came in return as the two dots seemed to jump away from him.

“EEEEEEEE!”, it went.

Scott quickly clap-clapped, signalling for the lights in his room to turn on. He shielded his face slightly, fully expecting to come face to face with some sort of demon.

Fortunately for him, there wasn't a demon.

“F-Foxy?”, he asked, looking at the shaking animatron that was now leaning herself against the wall with her hands behind her back. “Wh-What're you doing here?”

“O-Oh, nothing!”, Foxy said, trying to brush off the whole thing. “Y'know how it is, I... I, uh... I...” she paused, looking at Scott, who now seemed rather unamused. “...I was watching you sleep,” she finally said in a monotone voice.

“...Wh-Why?”, Scott asked. It was safe to say that he was at least slightly creeped out by that.

“Well, because I was hoping you'd wake up!”, she replied. “I've been wanting to do something with you, but you never seem to have the time for it!”

“Something like what?”, Scott asked, raising a brow.

Foxy grinned, dumping what she was holding onto the bed. There were two crayons, one pink and one red, and two sheets of paper. Unsurprisingly, the words “MY FUN DAY AT THE NEW FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZA” were boldly displayed on the sheets. Scott blinked in surprise. He knew exactly what she wanted.

“I-I... Foxy...”, Scott began, rubbing the back of his head. “Maybe this could wait until tomorrow? It's... It's after midnight, y'know?” Foxy frowned, looking down slightly. Soon, however, she nodded, seeming to understand.

“I know, I know...”, she said. “Young boys do need their sleep, after all. Oh! Maybe I can read you a bedtime story, then?” she asked, putting her hands together as she leaned closer to the not-so-young boy. “The kids used to love my stories! Especially the interactive ones! Oh, yes! Just gimme a second!”, she happily exclaimed, before turning and running out of the room. Scott barely had a chance to rest his head back on the pillow, before the fox returned.

To his surprise, she managed to get an outfit for herself. Replacing her right hand was a plastic hook, and over her right eye was an eyepatch. Perched on her head was a large pirate's hat, complete with a fox's skull and crossbones.

Scott stared in confusion and awe.

“Yarr!”, Foxy exclaimed proudly in the most overdone pirate's voice you can imagine. “It be a pirate's story we be wantin'-- ...A pirate's tale--” She paused, frowning slightly. Gotta practice that pirate-speak.

“...I'm gonna tell ye a story, Scott!”, she eventually said with a toothy grin. “A dauntin' tale o' action, adventure, and booty!”

Scott simply blinked, holding his covers to his chest.

“We'll be sailin' the seven seas, searchin' for... ...Y'know, those three things. But, don't think that ye'll be left outta this experience! Oh, no! Ye will be included in this adventure!”, she explained, tossing Scott a plastic sword and bandana.

“With yer help, it'll be us who dictates where this story be headin'! Scott, me hearty, will you be ol' Foxy The Pirate's first mate?”, she asked, holding out her hand towards the man.

Scott frowned. He was tired. Really tired. Between what happened last week, the amount of stuff he's gathered from the pizzeria this week, and his job at the electronics store down the street, he hasn't had much time for rest. He looked down at the sword and bandana that were most likely too small for him.

And, he smiled.

He couldn't pass this up. There was no way. If there was one thing he liked, aside from electronics, Freddy Fazbear, and pizza, it was pirates.

So, with a wide smile on his face, he grabbed Foxy's hand. After all, adventure awaits.

THE END.