The bells rung, 6am. Mike got up out of his chair, wiped his brow, and walked out the door. Surprisingly, was not there to greet him. Mike muttered to himself waiting for his bosses brand new pajero to park out front of the store. Mike was about to collapse, surely he wouldn't mind if mike just left for home now? He put a note in the office that read, "Hey! Im so damn tried from tonight, so I'm gonna leave for home right now. Warm regards, Mike" Mike smiled to himself, slumped in his car, and proceded to drive home 12.00.

Mike waltzed into the establishment, to be greeted by foxy the pirate. "Ye..BebbeBebBBEbbebBeb, Ba-cc-ckck Mmikeee" Foxy said in a tone that was undeniably scary for mike. Mike felt his throat dry, Foxy was ruthless. "Mmmike…. " His eyes went straight black. Mike bolted, followed by foxy. Foxy dived on him, Mike almost shit himself (Sorry for the swear c:) "STOP IT FOXY!" Mike yelled furiously. Foxys eyes returned to normal, His voice tone fixed. "D-" Foxy was absolutely silent. Oil spilt from him, and the smell of rotting flesh was emitting from him. The oil turned to blood, Mike was scared, disgusted and horrified. Foxy's head started glitch, revealing a childs head (Go away, weak stomach wendy, this may be sick) 'Foxy… Who did this to you?' Mike said. Foxy lifted a hand to the…. CLIFFHANGER!