Super duper incredibly late but it's here! After a long wait we have chapter 8. I know it took a long time and it had actually sat on my computer half written for a while and I'm sorry it took so long. I don't really have much more to say so, enjoy!

I don't know what I was expecting but I decided to just stay silent and listen as Freddy started to explain.

"Day Shift means just what it says. You work here during the day, and are not a danger to the children as far as we can see."

I just give a head tilt shrug, it makes sense. I also figure given the fact I'm not dead at this point, I probably won't be dieing. I stayed silent as Freddy continued.

"Let me tell you a story..."

I nodded silently and he began,

"It was a little more than 27 years ago now. There was an employee who worked as security. He did something we can never forgive him for."

Freddy paused and I asked, "What did he do?'

It was another second before he continued, "There were four children…their lives had been cut short."

"You mean…"

"He killed them...and used us to hide the bodies."

I didn't speak for a moment…I was only 27 years old myself so I had never heard of an incident like that happening. The only thing that gets me is that there isn't really any security guard during the day so how did he get a hold of the children unless he came here while he was off shift…I had more questions before it hit me.

"Wait…he was a security guard? So...all the stories about the others disappearing are because of you guys."

Freddy nodded, "We don't trust anyone in that uniform; we can't let the same thing happen again. Have you ever wondered at all why Pirate's Cove is always closed? Foxy tried to do something about it…now we're all confined to our areas."

I thought for a moment, "But the other people who come to work here, they aren't like that one you're talking about."

It was silent another moment before Freddy spoke again, "But he'll come back."

Those words hung in the air for a minute before Freddy let me leave the room and I tried to shake a few thoughts out of my head…guess I know what the deal was about the "Bite of '87" I was told about. I almost felt bad that Foxy was being punished for doing what was in his mind protecting the children….almost. I don't want to let a sob story change the fact that they have been killing people for 27 years which still leaves me on edge. But can I really blame them in the end?

Foxy hasn't left the cove yet, I half wondered why and Bonnie keeps watching me which is making me terribly uncomfortable. I wonder if I should try to find out why he doesn't seem to like me or if that would be a bad idea. I glanced at him for a moment to see him just staring at me. I gulped before speaking.

"Uh…do you...not like me for some reason?"

He actually didn't say anything, just narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look away.

What is his problem? As far as I could see Bonnie shouldn't have anything against me...unless this is how he always is. The place seemed to grow a little quiet now, except for the sounds of Chica fiddling around in the kitchen. I actually half wondered if the pizza she makes is any good.

Wait…why do I want to know? I don't plan on having any if offered. I just want to leave. The sound of movement caught my attention and I turned to see Foxy coming out of the cove. His eyes focused on me and he was in front of me in a second, I took a reflexive couple of steps back.

"Glad to see ye back, Lass."

I just blinked for a moment before answering, "…hi? Can I uh…ask you something?"

I looked over at Bonnie who was back to staring at me, okay, I feel so uncomfortable with him staring and I actually push Foxy to a corner of the room away from Bonnie before sighing and asking,

"Why are you so nice to me? I know what goes on here now and honestly thought coming back would get me killed. Is it because I'm someone from the day shift?"

Foxy looked confused for a moment when I said I thought I would be killed, like he had no idea why I would think that. He took a moment to process my question.

"Ye be the first person to visit me cove in 27 years. Even coming back the next day. It makes me happy. Knowing ol' Foxy may not be forgotten."

Okay, now I do feel kind of bad. It makes sense, 27 years behind that curtain, he had to be lonely. Who wouldn't feel bad for him?

"I wouldn't say you're forgotten...not completely…people still talk, that's why I went to look. I will admit I found you kind of interesting but that was probably about it."

Foxy seemed to slump a bit and his ears drooped. "They talk, but no one ever visits."

I feel stupid for this but I look down in thought for a moment before looking back up at him again.

"So we're on the same page…I won't be getting killed? By any of you guys?"

He made some kind of unrecognizable sound before answering, "Of course not."

I sighed, "Alright, it'll be really weird but I guess coming back every night won't be so bad…"

+foxy seemed to cheer right up at that and did something that doesn't seemed like something he would do and gave me a quick hug. I felt a momentary panic when I could feel to pinot of his hook pressing against my back and I was about to say something about it but he let go before I needed to.

"Um…I need to finish cleaning so...yeah."

Why do I feel like I just dug my own grave?

The ending of the chapter seems a little rushed. it might be another long wait before another chapter is up but for anyone who didn't give up on waiting, thank you. I haven't given up on this fic. My interests just tend to shift unexpectedly. I will keep writing.