We wait backstage with Mike in stunned silence, waiting for Foxy to calm down. He can be pretty dangerous when he's mad.
"Is it ten to six already?" Mike looks up hopefully.
"Not quite yet, Mike." Chica grunts.
"So, why are you lot here?" He asked, then spotted me. "Hey, kid! You're ok! How??" I reply as if answering 2+2.
"The animatronics are actually quite nice once you get to know them... but Foxy is well..."
"Wrecking the place?" Mike finished for me. I nodded then Freddy turned to me.

"I'm going to check if Foxy has calmed down a bit and have a peak at the time." He straightened his bowtie, opened the door and closed it behind him. Bonnie placed his hand on my shoulder, both of us hoping Freddy will come back in one piece. Moments later the door burst open and Freddy entered, panting. He held his chest and was missing his tophat.

As he fumbled around a shelf, I noticed that his paws were drenched in a black liquid. -the animatronic equivalent of blood.
"Oh, Freddy!" Chica gasped, wide eyed as he turned around showing us the damage. He had a large cut running deep down from his right shoulder to his left side, the black liquid dripping everywhere.
"It's nothing I can't fix." Mike smiles. "Of course, I'll need to be untied..." Freddy nodded at Chica who immediately began to loosen Mike's ropes. Mike grabbed some new fur pieces and a needle as well as other tools and materials like solder and wd40.
"The time is 5:31." Freddy eventually whesed. "We'll need to pull an all nighter here if we plan on making it to 6." Bonnie peaked out of the door.
"I can still hear his enraged breathing, but aside from that, I think we're good in here."
"Good as gold~" a voice sounded from behind us making Bonnie jump.
"Don't do that, Goldie!" We giggled.

"You know, guys. This night has been fun, accepting a few mishaps. The only thing is... it's not like I can go home after this." I remember and I receive a few questioning looks. "My father is trying to kill me and my mother has disappeared without a trace." I shrug. Freddy, Bonnie and Chica glance at Mike.
"Hey, you're not saying-" he begins and the animatronics nod.
"Get some court thing done against the boy's father and adopt him." Freddy finishes. I look up at Mike with a begging face, anyone would be better than my dad and Mike is a nice guy.

We sit in silence until the 6am bell. The animatronics made their way to the stage in jerky, robotic movements as all control is taken from them. Mike and I walk out hand in hand.

Mike did adopt me in the end. My dad got put behind bars for child abuse and Mike occasionally takes me to Freddy's as a treet to see my friends again but if it's just to get lunch, I can't see Foxy. I feel kinda sorry for him, he was built to entertain children, yet he's not allowed near anyone and very few people even remember he exists. During daytime performances, Freddy, Bonnie and Chica would look in our direction whenever they could and we would smile back. They don't really try to kill Mike anymore.

But the question will always linger in my mind that no one ever wants to answer; Why is Foxy out of order?

THE END