Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.

I groan, slapping my hand onto my phone, quickly turning it onto silent. I mumble and turn over on my face, trying to fall back asleep.

Wait.

I slap my hand on my phone again.

1 Missed call and a voice mail from Angie.

I sigh and unlock my phone, hitting apps and listening to my message.

"Hey Ash, it's Angie. Uhh.... Are you coming to the destruction of Freddy Fazbear's? The animatronics- Woah, no! Foxy! No-" I hear a couple of words and muffled fumbling.
"Ahoy ye there, Ash! I might be really hoping that you scallywag would come to see us... One last time, First Mate! We all can't wait to see ye! Argh! Lass-" More fumbling as Angie takes back the phone.

"So yeah, give me a call or show up, cause these guys are a little anxious." I hear a click and the voicemail ends, but I'm already grabbing it and running out of my room, as I had already grabbed clothes and tossed them on. I grab my cap and ran out of the door, rushing to the demolition site.

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"I'm, I'm here!" I yell, panting heavily as I push though the crowd of people and make it to Angie and the others.

"Hey Ash! What's up?"

"Um.. We're at a demolition site... For our old jobs..."

"Right. The animatronics are over there."

She jerks a thumb over to the others as they come striding through the crowd, which parted like the Red Sea for them. I wave of murmurs and accusations wash over them as they crush Angie and I into a group hug.

"Ahoy, matey, I be glad yer here!" Foxy releases us, along with the others. I smile, trying not to cry. "Yep!" I throw out, not trusting myself to speak, for fear of the lump tightening in my throat.

This might just be the last time I ever get to see my beloved childhood home again.

I hear an engine roar over the many kids screaming and crying, signaling that the demolishing crane was ready to.. Well.. Demolish. I turn to pizzeria one last time, having the feeling that my childhood was going to be destroyed.

And I couldn't be able to do a single thing.

I saw the wreaking ball come closer to it, and was tempted to run up and punch the guy that was working the crane. It came closer to the doors, ready to smash them into tiny pieces..

When it stopped.

The man jumped out of the crane and dropped his helmet, and looked at the crowd. "I'm sorry, guys and gals. I can't destroy this. This was my childhood home. This was a safe house for children who were bullied. I can't take that away." He walked over to our section and ducked under the police tape. "Hey guys, what's up?"

"Phil?" I ask. He dips his construction helmet towards me.

"The one and only." Phil mimicked.
"I didn't know you were a construction worker!"
"I needed money. So, if I don't destroy the building, I guess it's safe, right?"
"Hopefully."
I turned to Angie. She looked like she was almost ready to cry. "Ang? What's wrong?"
Angie whipped her head to me, eyeing me steadily.

"You know what's wrong!"

"No, I don't, so tell me."

"You know what's completely wrong!" She cusses me out and ducks under the tape.

She spreads her arms wide, turning around to face the crowd.

"Do you know know what happened here? Who died? What an animatronic did? Then I tell you,"
Angie took a deep breath, glancing at the crowd.

"My friend had a birthday party here, for her fifth birthday. And I went. I loved the place. But I brought along a sibling whom I loved dearly. Her name was Britney. Well, she ran off to enjoy herself, not wanting to meet my friend over here, Ash."

Angie glares at me, and everything clicks into place.

"Oh my god, Angie..."

"Well, guess what? After the party was over, I said my goodbyes and gave Ash the plushies she still has today. I went searching for my sister, but my mother was having none of it. She said that if Britney wanted to stay, she could stay. Let the manager phone her the next morning. So she dragged me along and left. And you know what happened then, Ash. Britney knew that Foxy was in Pirate's Cove. She was a little prissy-pants, but I loved her. Well, when she wanted to do something, nothing would stand in her way. So she got the stupid idea to go stick her hand in Foxy's mouth. You, Ash, pushed her into the foam pit, dragging Foxy along with you."

"Because no one should stick their hands into anyone's mouths!" I yelled, now deeply hurt.

"And she got mad. She climbed out of the foam pit, and did it again. This time, she couldn't pry his mouth open, so she started taunting him. You told her to leave him alone, because you were just as hurt as Foxy was. You loved him, you cared for him. If someone taunted Foxy, they taunted you. Well, guess what? My little prissy princess of a sister got her frontal lobe bitten off, and you can guess by who. Foxy the Pirate Fox realized that you were going to cry. He didn't want you to be hurt, and that made the dear old sea dog angry."

"Angie, he was trying to protect me." I say softly, tears spilling out of my eyes. Her head shoots to me, her eyes glaring daggers.

"And look where your lover boy got my prissy old sister. Exactly, he was trying to protect you. You were always his first mate. Whenever you weren't there, he would pick another first mate, and be sad for the rest of the day. We all knew he liked you the best. We all knew that you were his favorite, that he would do anything for you, that you loved him the most."

"Because, Angie, I knew he had feelings, even if he is an animatronic. He was forgotten sometimes, many kids left to watch Bonnie, Chica and Freddy sing and play."

"Well, we got phoned the next morning, when my mother sobered up, and drove me to the hospital. They had her on life support. We knew she wasn't going to live, so we did the hardest thing of our lives."

She shivers.

"We took her off life support, and watched her die."

"So that's why I'm destroying this place."

Angie finished, running over the crane. She jumped in, working the buttons and levers to bring the ball over to the restaurant.

"Hey, where's Golden?" Freddy asks me.

Screw this.

I duck under the tape and run to the doors, pushing it open.
"Golden! Where are you!" I call out.
"I'm.. Over... Here..."
I turn around and find him stuck underneath the table in the back room. I rush to his aid, pulling the table up.
"How?" I grunt, setting it back on its legs. He gets up. "I don't know, but hurry, the demolition will happen soon." He grabs my hand and pulls me to the door. Only then I see the wrecking ball heading straight for the building. Only one can squeeze through the door at the time.

Save my friend, or let him save me?

"Golden, be safe and tell them I love them!" I yell, pushing him to the door. He scrambles out, falling onto the pavement just as the ball smashed through the door, sending me flying.

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"I think I've found her!"

I groan, feeling weights being shifted off of me.

"Hey, you're going to be okay. We're gonna get you out, you'll be fine."

I feel hands pick me up, shifting me ever so slightly. "An-Angie?" I mumble, feeling the vibrations of the persons steps at he crawls out of the rubble.

"In prison. The crowd got her out of the crane before she could do anymore damage."

I groan again, almost pelting out a scream from the pain.

"Come on, Ash. We're almost out. Don't die, kay? Don't die on me."

He lays me down on the ground. I shift slightly, feeling the hard rock underneath my back.

"She needs medical attention! Get a gurney over here!"

Someone wipes a cloth over my face, getting rid of the blood.

"Where is she?"

"Over here! Ash, don't die, okay?"

I only moan in response, feeling my ribs crack and move. I cough up blood, and the cloth goes over my face again.

"Don't die, matey."

"Come on, Ash. You can do it."

"Who will I bake pizza with?"

"We l-lo-love y-ou A-Ash."

Voices swim through my head and I'm lifted onto a gurney, people yelling and the sirens of a ambulance(Amber lamps!) piercing the air. I hear people grunting and pushing me into the truck, shutting the doors and driving away.
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"She's lucky to survive."

"I know. Can I see her?"

"She's in a coma."

"She will wake up."

"You may enter."

I can't see, move or smell. But I can hear and feel.

"Hey Ash, it's Phil. Golden got you out of the rubble, and the others are waiting for you. I can bring them in shortly. They're really anxious to see you, and they all hope you're alive."

Oh thank god. They're alive.

"I know you can't speak right now, but if you can hear me, then you've been in a coma for about five days."

Five?

"Yeah, I think I know what your thinking. Why five? Well, you took a pretty hard blow to head, and you skull is cracked. Some discs in your spine are cracked, and most of the bones in your arms and legs are broken. It's honestly a miracle you survived."

Thank god. I thought I was dead.

"Well, Ash. I hope you've been listening, because your mother is worried sick."

Oh cheeseballs.

"She's came in, from time to time."

"Angie's in prison, facing charges for wrecking a restaurant with a person in it."

And her anger too.

"Um. I don't know how to say this... But while you're still alive, the animatronics offered to build a suit... And... Stuff you, so you'd have a chance of living."

Oh no. I'm not being an animatronic. If it was my only way to live, yeah. But while I'm still alive, no.

"Umm.. So when you wake up, you can make your decision.. Alright. I leave us to it. Don't die. Bye."

I hear footsteps walk away, but pause and grow louder, stopping by my bed.

"Bye."

A gentle squeeze on my hand and a soft hug, then the footsteps walk away. I hear the door open and close.

Did he just hug me?
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Hey! Yup! I've just put myself in a position for a sequel (hint hint!).

So yay! I hope you have enjoyed this fan fiction. This will be reposted onto Wattpad.

But first; a question.
Phil loves Ash, or does Foxy love Ash? Or are they just really good friends?
Should there even be a sequel?
Let me know!!

Bye!!!! ^.^

-SkyyFox