Five Nights, One Foxy Prologue

November 14,1987

"Come on, Mommy! I wanna see Freddy!" I watched a small boy cry as he almost dragged his mother through the entrance.

"Slow down, Mike! Freddy's not going anywhere," his mother reassured him.

Mike then spotted me and let go of his mother's hand. "Hey, it's Natalie! Hiiiii!"

Mike's mother, relieved that her son was no longer obsessed over an animatronic bear, turned to me and waved. "Well, there's the birthday girl! How old are you turning this year?"

"Six," I whispered shyly, tugging at the hem of my yellow dress.

"Six?! Wow! Soon you'll be drinking coffee and filling out bills," she remarked.

"But Mommy, I'm eight," Mike said, confused.

I giggled. "Do you like my dress?" I twirled around like a ballerina so it could flow out around me.

"Of course I do! You look very pretty tonight."

"Hello, boys and girls! Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" a voice cut through our conversation. Freddy was on stage, microphone in hand. Bonnie and Chica stood on either side of him.

"Gather around everyone!" a security guard said. My friends and I all gathered around the stage, with me in the front.

"Today we have an old friend joining us allllll the way from the Seven Seas!" Freddy continued, his Yogi Bear-like voice booming across the pizzeria.

I grew excited. Foxy was coming back!

"What's the Seven Seas?" Margaret asked.

"The Seven Seas are allllll the oceans in the world," Bonnie explained.

"Say hello to Foxy!" Freddy called. His paw motioned towards the curtain, where a fox with an eyepatch and a hook was peeking out. The kids cheered.

"Yaarrr! Ahoy, me hearties!" Foxy greeted, the pirate accent thick in his programmed voice.

"Ahoy!" everyone repeated.

"Did you really come from the Seven Seas?" Mike asked in awe.

"Aye, I did. I even fought the ferocious Blackbeard with me own hook," Foxy said, holding up his hook. We all "oooh"ed.

I was fascinated. I had only heard mere rumors of the infamous Blackbeard in stories that my kindergarten teacher read to us.

"Now, let's cut to the chase. A little birdie told me that someone was having a birthday today!" Chica stepped forward. "Which one of ya is the lucky little girl?"

I tentatively raised my hand.

Chica's eyes rested on me in that creepy way. "Why don't you come up here and be Foxy's first mate?"

Foxy waved at me with his hook from behind Chica. I climbed onto the stage with a little help from the animatronics and my mother.

"Ahoy thar, lassie. How old are ye turnin'?" Foxy asked.

"Six," I replied.

"By the son of Davy Jones!" Foxy exclaimed, causing the children to giggle. "Yer so old, ye can drive a ship by yerself!"

"That's what my mom said!" Mike called.

Foxy chuckled. "Well, yer mum ain't wrong, lad."

He said the next part in my ear, although everyone else could hear it. "Tell ye what, how about you and yer little crew come on down to Pirate Cove with me?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

"You heard her. Everyone follow Foxy to Pirate Cove!" Freddy said.

Pirate Cove was amazing. There was a huge ship poised right in the middle of a large pit full of those blue blocks of foam. There was some sort of lighting that gave the pit a water effect. The ceiling was painted as the sky with a sun on it, and a jolly tune was playing in the background.

"Now, who wants to hear more of me travels?" Foxy asked from his pirate ship.

"Me! Me! Me! Me!" my friends and I cheered.

"Alrighty then. Everyone aboard! And don't push, or ye will walk the plank!" he said, pointing at the ramp that led up to the deck.

The deck had chairs set up in rows so we could listen. I had a chair right next to Foxy that I sat down in, my white shoes barely touching the ground.

Foxy sat in his huge chair. "Let's see, which tale shall I tell, me hearties?"

"Ooh! Ooh! Tell us how you fought Blackbeard!" Mike piped up.

"Aye, that was a good day," Foxy said.

I listened to his tale about how he battled Blackbeard with only his hook and made him walk the plank, gasping in some parts and cheering in others. He did some roleplaying with me, putting a hat on my head and a black beard on my face. I even jumped off the plank at one point, falling safely into the pit of foam blocks.

When Foxy's tale was finished, we were allowed to run around Pirate Cove. Mike and I dressed up as pirates and tried to take over Foxy's ship. But he always managed to catch us in the act. When he caught us, he made us walk the plank or put us in the prison cell under the deck for a minute or two.

Foxy is so much more fun than the other three! I thought. He was way more interactive. Freddy and his band just played the same three songs over and over again. Plus, they kinda scared me a little bit.

As the minutes dragged by, kids grew bored of Pirate Cove and joined the band at the stage. Soon, Mike, Foxy and I were the only one ones left. We didn't care, though. The three of us were having too much fun. I told Foxy my name and about my family and friends, as did he.

We must have been in Pirate Cove for hours, because I had to use the bathroom after what seemed like the fiftieth time Foxy caught us. I tugged gently on his pant leg.

"Do you know where the bathroom is?" I asked, clutching the seat of my pants.

"Right o'er there, matey," the fox replied, his hook pointing down the hallway. "Hurry along, now. Don't have an accident on me ship." He winked with his one good eye. I smiled and ran as fast as I could.

I stood on my tiptoes to open the door to the Ladies' restroom and almost threw myself into the nearest stall. I didn't even have time to lock the door. Which didn't matter anyway, since no one was in there with me.

When I was done I flushed the toilet and skipped over to the sink. But; problem. I couldn't reach the sink, even if I stood on my tiptoes. Frowning, I looked around a spotted a stool shaped like Freddy's head under the sink.

I was under the counter when my mom burst into the restroom, causing me to jump up and bang my head.

"Ow!" I yelped, clutching my skull.

My mom saw me and literally grabbed me around the waist and tossed me over her shoulder. And none to gently, either. I squeaked as her fingernails dug into my skin.

"Mommy, I didn't get to wash my hands!" I said.

"No time! We need to leave!" she said, sounding panicked.

"But I thought we had a few more hours," I replied, confused.

"NO! We need to leave. NOW!" she snapped. I flinched at the tone of her voice. Mom never yelled at me like that before.

We burst out of the restroom and down the hall. People were screaming and running towards the doors. One security guard was running around, trying to get people to calm down. Another was dialing 911 on the wall phone.

"What's going on?!" I asked.

"We never should have come here. We should have had your party at our house," Mom muttered to herself.

Her hair was in my face, so all I could see were colorful blurs. I was bobbing up and down on Mom's shoulder uncomfortably. Screaming, screaming everywhere. I smelled something bitter and metallic instead of pizza. And I didn't like it. Not one bit.

"Natalie, we are never coming to this place again," Mom said.

"But..."

"No. Never. That fox animatronic is evil; must've been sent from the devil himself."

"No he's not. Foxy is a nice pirate."

"Natalie, what did I say about arguing with me?"

"..."