"What're we gonna do?" Willie asked, turning to Jason.

The brunet looked around the room, nervously, "I- I guess I'll check the doors. And you check the cl- closet." he instructed, reluctantly.

Willie opened his mouth to protest, but Jason had already dashed towards the door on the right. With a deep breath, the blond aimed the flashlight over by the closet which, from a distance, appeared to be empty. Despite this, the young boy still felt something was wrong with the area.

Slowly and silently, he began gradually inched towards the closet. With each footstep bringing him closer and closer to it, the sense of dread and danger grew. He aimed the flashlight into the space – seeing a tiny silhoutte sit back against the wall.

With small, trembling hands, the blonde pushed back the closet door revealing the silhoutte to be a plush doll of a red fox.

The young child heaved a sigh of relief. It was just a harmless plushie.

"There's just a red fox doll in here." Willie announced, turning to Jason, who was running across the room towards the left door. "Is it yours?"

"Red fox?" Jason turned his attention from the hallway over to the blond.

Jason entered his room, immediately going over to see his friends in the corner.

His poor, poor friends.

He kneeled down and surveyed each of the 4 dolls, noticing every small tear and scar they received; the scorch marks over Bonnie's right ear, the puncture holes in Freddy's pupils, Chica's bottom beak that dangled as it was only held up by a few seams...

And now Foxy's missing head.

"David?" Jason called out, standing up. "What did you do with Foxy's head?"

No response. With a sigh, the brunette walked out of his room and down the hallway. "David?" he repeated. "Come on, I'm not messing around."

'Be careful, Jason.' the Fredbear doll warned as he stepped into the living room.

"I just want Foxy's head back..." Jason responded, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I don't wanna play this stupid game."

RAWR!

Jason screamed as his chubby older brother leaped out from behind the T.V with a Foxy mask secured around his head. The brunette fell over on the ground, bursting into tears while his brother broke into a fit of laughter.

Tommorrow is another day...

Jason's face hardened. "No," he answered "Just throw it out. I don't want to ever see it again."

"I'm not gonna throw it out. It's cool." Willie demurred, extending his arm to grab the doll. "I'll keep it if ya' don't want-"

CHOMP!

A scream escaped the young boy as a bunch of metallic teeth clamped down a few inches from where his hand was going to be. Willie jerked his hand back and fell backwards, the flashlight flying out of his hand and rolling over to the right door.

The light was able to shine enough light to illuminate the monster climbing out of the closet. The beast resembled the plush fox, except it had A LOT of rips and tears, along with a long, silver tongue. However, the most frightening feature of the fox were it's large, sharp rows of metallic teeth, which looked strong enough to bite through anything, and its firey-orange eyes, which showed nothing but fury and an insiatable desire to kill.

The mere sight of the fox left Willie speechless and paralyzed with fear. Despite his urge to flee, the sight of the fox kept him planted to the ground. With wide and tear-filled eyes, the blond watched as the fox rose its metallic, rusty hook into the air and prepared to slam it down.

"Run, Willie!" Jason shouted, shining his flashlight on the fox. The red monster let out a squeal, shielding its face with its arm and retreating back into the closet space. Willie, seeing that the monster was dazed and weakened, quickly crawled backwards away from the fox.

The blond turned to Jason, who continued to flash the light on the fox from the ajar door on the left. Unbeknown to the brunet, however, a purple-blue hand (or claw, to be more precise) slowly reached towards him from the small opening in the door.

"Jason, look out!" Willie alerted, pointing behind him.

Jason spun around, but he was too late to move away. He screamed as the long, metallic claws clutched his shirt collar and yanked him out of the room and into the dark hallway.

xXx

Scout pushed open the exit door and entered the horror attraction. As he walked down the hallway and entered the security guard's office, he saw Heavy sitting in the office chair – his attention focused completely on a photograph that he held in his hand.

"What are ya' lookin' at?" the Bostonian inquired, leaning against the counter.

The Russian looked up at Scout, caught off-guard by the mercenary's presence. With a frown and weary glare, the large BLU mercenary tucked the photo into his pocket. "None of your business, leetle man." he answered, firmly.

"Oh really?" Scout stood up from the counter and folded his arms. "I guess I ain't the only one hidin' things."

Heavy opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the phone ringing. After a couple rings, the same voice from the other night crackled through the speaker.

"Hey, man- okay, I have some awesome news for you!" he informed, enthusiastically. "First of all, we found some vintage audio training cassettes! Dude, these are, like, prehistoric! I think they were, like, training tapes for like, other employees or something like that."

Scout moaned. "What is with this guy and his sick obsession with the freakin' restaurant?" he whined, leaning against the counter.

"...But I have an even better surprise for you, and you're not gonna believe this- we found one. A REAL one."

A look of uneasiness crossed both mercenary's faces upon hearing the Phone Dude's vague announcement.

"Found what?" Scout asked, standing up straight. He gripped the phone and shook it violently, "Found what?!"

"Uh-oh-uh gotta go man- uh, well-well look, i-it's in there somewhere, I'm-I'm sure you'll see it. Okay, I'll leave you with some of this great audio that I found! Talk to you later, man!"

Scout and Heavy both glanced at each other, then towards the camera. Heavy picked it up and began to scan through each camera as a familiar voice began to speak.

"Uh, hello? Hello? Hello?!"

...The Phone Guy.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to make, my next-store neighbor (who was a really nice and kind person) passed away from brain cancer recently which really slowed the work I got done on this and my other stories. I am feeling better, though.

Also, in case any of you are wondering about the Alien/Team Fortress 2 crossover, it is being worked on, although it may still be a little bit before I release it.

In the next chapter: Jason views a fate worse than his nightmare, Willie finds a use for the dolls, and Scout and Heavy realize that they are not alone in the restaurant.