Rainbow Dash's Five Nights at Freddy's

11:35 PM, Pirate Cove

Rainbow Dash pulled back the curtains across the ship stage of Pirate Cove, once again gazing at the still form of Foxy the Pirate. Again, the doll looked just like when she last saw it, just staring off into the distance with its droopy eyes and slack-jawed expression. Looking at it the way it was now, Dash actually found it hard to believe that this doll was apparently the exact same as the three up on the stage.

"Foxy was always the crowd favorite, even with me," she recalled Griff saying. "I've always wanted to let him be repaired for the grand finale when we go out of business, but I guess that's just wishful thinking..."

"Hey Foxy..." Dash began slowly, observing the doll for any signs of movement. "It's me, remember? The nightguard from last night?"

Foxy made no movement to suggest he (she decided to think of it as a 'he') even heard her, just continuing to stare off.

"...Well, the name's Rainbow Dash, fastest flyer in Equestria," she continued with just a hint of her pride voice, then grew back to seriousness. "Just wanted to come see you and say... thanks for not coming after me last night when Bonnie and Chica were doing their thing. I really appreciate it."

Again, no sign that Foxy even registered her words. Dash narrowed her eyes.

"You know, I know you can hear me," Dash said with a slight edge of irritation. "Some sort of sign would be... I don't know, nice?"

Silence.

"...You're waiting for me to admit you're the coolest of the bunch, aren't you?"

More silence.

Rainbow threw up her hooves. "Okay! You're cool! You're the awesomest magic doll I've ever seen! Will you do something now!?"

Silence so thick that Dash could cut it with her nightstick.

Dash sighed. "Fine, you're not gonna do anything. I can take a hint." She then looked at the damaged doll seriously. "Still, I'd appreciate it if you stayed there during the shift this time around, alright? I'm gonna be working here for the rest of the week, so I'd like it if you stayed there while I tangle with Freddy and his friends. I can keep coming here before the shift starts if you start getting lonely..."

If past!Dash could see her know, talking to a damaged magic doll, she'd probably laugh her flank off or wonder if she had gone insane. But after hearing Griff talk about how Foxy had been damaged by one of his fellow dolls, not to mention never even attempting to attack her last night, she felt at least a little bit of friendliness and pity towards the fox being like this all alone.

"...Well, see ya later, Foxy..." she finally said awkwardly, preparing to put the curtain back into rightful place.

"Best watch out for yerself, lass, or else Freddy and friends will get ya!"

The deep and thickly accented pirate voice that boomed out of Foxy's mouth caught Rainbow Dash unawares, so suddenly that she actually jumped away from the curtain rope whilst simultaneously yanking down on it, causing the curtains to fall back over Foxy's body and hide him from site.

"Horseapples!" she yelled, then quickly pulled the curtains back to see Foxy still staring off as if he had never moved in the first place. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

No answer.

Rainbow Dash just let the curtains fall back into place again, this time hearing no words from her metal companion. With that, she wandered out of Pirate Cove back to the security room.

12 AM

Rainbow Dash adjusted herself as best she could in her chair, taking a moment to see if she could effectively grab the two nightsticks stored in under her wings.

"Okay, we're cool," she sighed to herself as she tried to settle into the chair, then looked over towards the brown paper sack she had brought with her this time. "...Probably should wait on eating that sandwich though."

She looked up towards the clock, first noting that it was time to start, then noticing the always present power meter, currently at 99%.

She took a deep breath. "Okay, let's do this!"

As if waiting for her words, the phone suddenly rang. Dash backed away slightly from the sudden noise, then glared at the device.

"Really wish this thing wasn't so darn loud," she muttered, but pressed the button regardless. "What now?"

"Uhh, hello?" Came a familiar cheery voice. "Hello! Uh, well, if you're hearing this, you made it to night two! Uhmm, congrats!"

"...Hey there, Book," she replied slowly. "Thanks... I guess."

She still found the former nightguard's voice a little grating, but after learning about what he had managed to do from Griff's accounts, she did have more respect for him. Anyone who could go three days of this deserved it.

"I got to say, not many come back after their first night here from what I've heard. Still, I won't talk quite as long this time, since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses."

Dash blinked. "Wait, what?"

"Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk, just to make sure everyone's in their proper place."

Dash immediately brought up the cameras, zeroing in on the show stage. All three of them were still there, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good," she said softly, then she focused on Freddy's image. "Wonder when you're gonna start walking around, Freddy?" she muttered darkly. "How long are you just gonna stand up there all like a boss?"

As if predicting her words, Book suddenly continued.

"Interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so, hey, I guess that's one more reason to not run out of power, right? Guess he doesn't like moving if people can see or even just have lights on him. Heh, it's like he's shy or something."

"More like creepy," Dash muttered, her gaze on Freddy and almost imagining him turning his head to look at her through the camera, as if insulted by that comment. "Yeah, I'm talking to you, Fazzy."

"Also, I want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera view, and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So if you can't find something... or someone on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. You might only have a few seconds to react."

"Been there, done that." she answered, glad she mastered at least one thing right on her first night. "No doll gonna outpace me to that button."

"...not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that."

"Of course you're not," Dash couldn't help but deadpan. "You never imply when you can just outright say it."

"Also, check on the curtains in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems to be unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like to be ignored. I don't know."

Dash took a moment to glance towards Pirate Cove. Sure enough, they were still shut, Foxy nowhere to be seen.

"Don't mess with me, Foxy," she muttered softly. "You're my favorite doll yet. Don't screw it up for me now."

"Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control. Uhm, talk to you soon!" The line then went dead.

Dash switched the camera off for a moment to look at the phone. "...Yeah, you too, Shep."

She then glanced back towards the cameras, switching to the stage only to see Bonnie gone. She took a deep breath.

"Well, let's do this," she said to herself, quickly switching to another camera. "Bring it on, you darn dolls."

1:47 AM. 82% power remaining.

*clang*

The steel door came down a smiling Bonnie's face. Dash didn't even bother to give him a second glance as she turned back to the camera, her attention already focused on finding out where Chica was. The chicken had started moving about 30 minutes ago, way faster than last time. As such, she had been forced to use power much faster than last time as well.

"C'mon, c'mon..." she muttered to herself, flicking through the cameras. Party area clear, east hall fine, restrooms free...

She flicked to the kitchen, then relaxed at the sound of pots and pans clattering. Guess Chica was just having a snack.

She took a moment to check Pirate Cove again, seeing the curtains were still shut, then at the stage, where Freddy stood in all his glory. Again, Shep's warning came to her again about losing power. She had gotten lucky last night, but who was to say Freddy would just let it slide again?

"Not tonight Freddy," she muttered darkly to the bear, almost wishing he could hear her. "And not any other night."

She put the camera down and checked the light to see if Bonnie was still at the door. He wasn't, so she opened it up.

Dash had to admit, once you got past the fact you were alone in a locked pizza joint with limited power and three magic dolls running around trying to stuff you in a suit wetting yourself in terror, it was actually equal parts thrilling and... kinda boring.

Heck, if it wasn't for the fact she couldn't be entirely certain about Foxy, she could probably just ignore the cameras entirely and check the door lights every few minutes for Bonnie and Chica, and then just shut the doors on them as needed.

'Why couldn't this be more like Daring Doo?' she wondered to herself about her favorite hero. 'No waiting for the bad guys to come to me, take the fight to them and kick flank!'

...You know, speaking of books, she could probably write a horror story out of this little adventure. Just get Spike and some paper, write down everything that happened and learned plus some scare-your-pants off extra stuff, and she'd have a bestseller on her hooves.

The thought made her chuckle as she started looking through the cameras again, cycling through to figure out where Bonnie and Chica were now. "Yeah, we'd all be famous, yours truly more so," she said aloud to herself. "And I'd call it-"

Her thoughts terminated when she lighted on the East Hall Corner, her gaze on a particular spot on the wall where a white poster was. She had noticed it once before last night. It was a list of the safety rules of the establishment, with eight different points on it.

1. Don't run
2. Don't yell
3. Don't scream
4. Don't poop on floor
5. Stay close to Mom
6. Don't touch Freddy
7. Don't hit
8. Leave before dark

Might have been enough to creep her out originally, but by the time she had seen it she had been enduring both Bonnie and Chica's games, so the potential shock factor had been lost on her. She had glanced at it once during her first run-through of the place with Griff, but she didn't get past number 5 before they had moved on, and she didn't give it much thought afterwards.

What had stopped her was the fact that the sign no longer showed off those rules. Instead, the list had been replaced with new text:

Foals vanish at local pizzeria - bodies not found.

Two local foals were reportedly lured into a back room during the late hours of operation at Freddy Fazbear's pizza on the night of June 26th. While video surveillance identified the stallion responsible and led to his capture the following morning, the foals themselves were never found and are presumed dead.

Police think the suspect dressed as a mascot to earn the foals' trust.

"What the..." Dash muttered, confusion in every syllable. Foals had disappeared here? Murdered? Why hadn't Shep mentioned any of this?

"I don't quite understand it myself, but my dad told me Grandpa... something happened during the early days of the place. I don't know exactly what, but he said that they could never go to the police or something would happen. We got lucky with the Bite, but if anyone ever found out... well, the family could be in danger."

Her muzzle scrunched up at the memory. 'Was this what he meant?' she wondered. 'Some foals died in here?'

Suddenly, her ears caught the sound of something near her left side. Not sparing a moment, she slammed the tablet down and jumped towards the door button. Everything was a blur in her mad dash, but she swore she caught sight of a purple foot snapping back from the closing door.

She didn't stop there. She pushed off the wall towards the opposite one, quickly pressing the door light whilst reaching for one of her sticks, ready to see Chica's face at any moment.

Nothing.

She took a moment to take a breath. "Calm down Dash," she told herself. "You've got this down pat."

Still, she took a moment to glance at her power and grimaced. 75% already.

3:38 AM. 61% remaining.

Foxy was looking at her now.

She didn't know when he had decided he hadn't gotten enough attention, but there he was, curtains drawn back just enough that she could see his face and upper half, glancing up towards her like "Hey, spare somepony a few minutes, alright?"

"Oh come on Foxy!" she groaned at the image. "I promised to visit every night before the shift starts! What more do you want?"

No answer of course. Dash shook her head and changed the view after she stayed on him for about two minutes, ears always on alert for the sound of Bonnie or Chica getting closer. She found herself back at the show stage, Freddy all by his lonesome. This time though, he too was staring into the camera with his black eyes.

Another thing she liked about Foxy. He didn't get all creepy-eyed like the others.

"Hey to you too, Freddy," she muttered quietly. "You just stay there, alright?"

Again, no answer. Dash had no idea quite honestly why she kept talking to them like she expected an answer. Guess the isolation just made her that much more willing to try and talk to somepony, even if said somepony was a killer magic doll.

Or maybe it was because Foxy had spoken to her briefly.

She still wondered about that honestly. Was that actually Foxy speaking, or was it just one of the things he was programmed to say like the others were that he said at random? Either way, it still creeped her out a little. She hadn't been expecting him to actually talk, just make some sort of movement to show he heard her.

A gurgling noise alerted her to something on her right. Without missing a beat she put the tablet down, rushed the door and pressed the button, catching a flash of yellow before the door shut on the chicken doll.

She sighed. This job, outside of the scares, really did get repetitive after a while.

Still, she took a moment, after making sure Bonnie wasn't near the other door, to glance at the cameras again, particularly back in the East Hall Corner. Her eyes scanned the white poster that had showed her the news clipping.

Nothing. It was just a safety list.

She flicked to another screen, the restrooms. It had been that way for almost two hours. After she had looked back into the camera after dealing with Bonnie, the news had disappeared like it had never been there, and the list was back like nothing happened.

'Maybe I just imagined it,' she wondered to herself. 'The place is just getting to me is all.'

Still, that didn't explain why she would imagine something she never even thought of until just then...

"Da da dum dum dum diddly dum du diddly di..."

Her head snapped up at the sound of singing. "Who the-"

"Dum dum diddly dum dum dum diddly dum dum diddly di..."

She blinked. That sounded like...

"Foxy?" she whispered softly, quickly changing the camera view to Pirate Cove. Sure enough, the fox was still there, and while he hadn't move once, the sound got louder, as if he was getting encouragement from being seen.

"What now, Foxy?" she groaned aloud. "Kind of in the middle of something here."

No answer of course. Still the music continued.

Dash put the tablet down, pressing the light button on the right to see if Chica was still there, then lifted the door when she got the all-clear. Then she checked if Bonnie had gotten to the other door, but that was clear too. Still, the swashbuckling theme continued in the background.

She sighed, then leaned back in her chair, rubbing her eyes. "...Well, at least I won't be bored as much anymore..."

4:57 AM. 36% power remaining.

"Da da dum dum diddly di du dum dum dumdy dum da dum..."

Dash found herself humming Foxy's tune in off-kilter harmony with the damaged doll as she glanced at the camera screen, always checking back on Pirate Cove every few minutes to see that Foxy was, of course, still there. She chewed the spare sandwich she had brought with her on her watch before slurping some of the lukewarm cheap coffee from the machine in a cup, gagging for a moment as it went down.

"I'm seriously gonna ask Griff to make it so the coffee stays warm while in the pot," she muttered to herself as she threw the cup away, feeling the slight buzz of the caffeinated drink boosting her flagging eyelids. "That stuff's just nasty otherwise."

A glance to her left, a push of the door button while also pressing the light. The leering face of Bonnie greeted her.

She slammed it back down. "Yeah, yeah, Bonnie. Go munch on a carrot or something."

She checked the right door for Chica, seeing it was still clear, and then looked into the camera. She found the chicken in the party area, in the middle of the room with her head turned towards the camera. Her eyes and mouth were wide open like she was all happy to be seen on camera, an improvement over her usual creepy glares.

Dash actually stared for at the expression she was making for a few seconds, then suddenly started laughing despite herself. "Gehheheh... wow, it's like someone stuffed a big ol' spoon up her butt... she looks so startled... guess something must happened in the kitchen..."

She shook her head and checked the left door for Bonnie, opening it when she didn't see him anymore. She then went back to the tablet, changing the view to another camera, back in the East Hall Corner. On a bit of habit she had developed, she glanced towards the white safety list, back over the listed numbers-

They weren't there anymore.

Dash felt her previous good mood start to evaporate as she got a good look at the new text on the poster.

Five foals now reported missing. Suspect convicted.]

Five foals are now linked to the incident at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, where a stallion dressed as a cartoon mascot lured them into a back room.

While the suspect has been charged, the bodies themselves were never found.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza has been fighting an uphill battle ever since to convince families to return to the pizzeria.

"It's a tragedy."

'Five foals now?' Dash wondered as she put the tablet down. She recalled the previous one stating there had only been two. Was this one newer? Either way, she was getting a better understanding of why Griff's father had been mum about this around his son.

"Does he really not know what happened?" she asked herself. Surely he had to have an inkling about all this. Heck, it was like the place was literally trying to tell her itself about it all, so why should he not know?

So wrapped up in her thoughts she became, she didn't notice that Foxy's song had slowly dribbled out. She didn't even hear the faint sounds of something shifting near one of the doorways.

She did, however, hear the sound of quiet, pony-like groaning coming from her left.

She turned her head, just in time to catch sight of Bonnie's smiling face, looking more in-place on some sort of serial killer right then, as he lunged for her, his mouth opening and closing rapidly as his purple arms reached out to grab her.

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Dash didn't say anything. Her thoughts were moving too fast for her mouth to form into words. All she managed was something between a choke, sob, and scream as she kicked off her chair into the air, hoping against hope she could put some distance between herself and the mad doll. He kept coming regardless though, already reaching upwards to grab her ascending form.

Against most other pegasi, it would have worked. But Rainbow Dash was faster than most, and she had pure adrenaline coursing through her body boosting it. In addition, the ceiling of the office was just high enough that she was out of his reach once she reached it.

'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' Dash yelled at herself in her head, cursing her lapse of concentration. Of course, it was quickly tempered by the realization she had to deal with this before Chica got inside too. She quickly reached for her left wing, grasping at the stick with her teeth.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..." she muttered as she pulled it out, then pressed the switch, watching as it extended with a wicked spark of electricity at the end. She grasped at the new handle with her hoof, smiling as she realized that she wasn't defenseless anymore.

She glanced down at Bonnie, whose smile seemed to fade just slightly as he caught sight of the doll prod in her hooves, though whether it was disappointment, fear, or nothing and she was just imagining it Dash didn't know.

However, she did know one thing.

"Employees only!" she barked only once, then lunged down with the prod faster than the doll could react, thrusting forward like it was jousting lance. "Get out!"

Her strike caught the bunny right in the chest. At once, blue sparks blasted over the doll's body, its eyes seeming to bulge as the shock took effect, forcing him back a step or two. Dash didn't hesitate for a second, quickly mashing the right door button so Chica wouldn't get in the way. The door came down, leaving her trapped with the doll and with the only exit right behind it.

That didn't bother Dash though. She just wanted this guy out.

She swung the stick again, this time right between the bunny's eyes. "And stay out!"

If the first shock had the wanted effect, this was doubled. Bonnie's eyes seemed to grow larger and in definite fear as the shocks intensified, forcing him back three more steps. He was right at the edge of the doorway, tethering on the doorframe.

This time, Dash didn't bother with the final shock. Instead, she turned around, brought her hind legs back, waited for the sparks to die down, and bucked him in the chest once, forcing him all the way out.

Dash knew she should shut the door on him to finish the job, but she couldn't help but get one last one-liner off.

"Ha! Take that, you..."

She stopped, her taunt dying on her lips. Bonnie stood in front of her, already stabilizing his feet, and looked straight at her, face now longer so much smiling as snarling, and his eyes didn't seem so cheery any more.

That wasn't what caught her attention though. It was the thing behind him.

Bonnie seemed to realize she wasn't staring at him and turned his head as well, getting a firsthand view of a pair of golden eyes.

"Avast, matey. 'Tis rude to barge in on a lady like that, ya know."

That was all Foxy the Pirate said before his clawed hand, devoid of fur, lunged forward and grabbed Bonnie's shoulder, pulling him out of view of the available light from the office.

Dash didn't wait to see what happened next. She pressed the switch that activated the left door, watching as it slammed down.

5:59 AM. 3% power remaining.

Dash didn't let either door up the remainder of the night. She didn't even bother checking the door lights to see if any of the dolls were really there or not. She kept them shut the entire time. That close brush with death (something she never really gave thought to) was at the forefront of her mind the entire time, long after the adrenaline of the moment wore off. Had she but a moment slower, or even hesitated for a second...

"Stop it!" she snapped at herself for the tenth time. "That didn't happen! You faced down Bonnie and won! Showed that darn doll a thing or too... no seeing the insides of doll suits tonight or any other night..."

Still, the fear was there even after those assertions, keeping her from lifting the locks of sanctuary she had erected.

Of course, she was still aware of her power limits even with that fear at the forefront of her mind. As such, she had forgoed any usage of the door lights. She never checked the cameras either, save for brief moments and towards one particular place.

She found herself glancing towards said place even now. Pirate Cove laid before her vision, though Foxy himself wasn't visible, the curtains drawn closed again. She hoped that meant he was alright. She had heard what sounded like metal bashing against metal even through the door for a few short minutes before the sounds of footsteps away from the security room reached her.

"...Be safe, alright Foxy?" she found herself whispering. A part of her, for all her decisions on how he was her favorite, still couldn't believe she was honestly caring for the damaged doll's wellbeing. But a larger part of her, the part that resonated with her sense of loyalty and friendship, couldn't help it. Foxy, along with Shep through his messages, was more or less her only true ally and companion during these six long hours, and she was always loyal to her companions.

She glanced towards her power. One percent. She clenched the stick still in her hoof. One charge would be enough to stop one long enough to get out of the way.

Doo dee doo doo... doo dee DEE doo... dee doo dee doo... dee dee DEE doo...

Suddenly, she heard what sounded just like Rarity's doorbell chime out throughout the room. She blinked for a moment, then her eyes widened as the doors around her suddenly snapped opened. She braced herself for any killer dolls, then blinked again when she realized the lights were still on.

"What the-"

She glanced towards the power meter. To her surprise and slowly growing happiness, it was starting to climb upwards again, as if it was being recharged.

With very slow, very deliberate motions, she turned her head towards the clock.

6:00 AM.

She had survived the second night at Freddy's.

She felt a big grin spread across her face as she allowed that fact to sink in, then she jumped out of her chair and pumped the air with her hooves.

"BOOYAH!" She yelled out loud. "I won! You hear that Freddy?! I bucking won!"

A far cry from her first day's reaction, but again, she was far more prepared this time around.

After spending perhaps five minutes cheering about how awesome she was, Rainbow Dash calmed down enough to think clearly. Her eyes turned to the left doorway. She still had one last thing to do today before leaving.

Rainbow Dash pulled back the curtains to Pirate Cove, showing Foxy the Pirate in all of his glory. However, she also noticed that he seemed to have one or two new dents in his body that hadn't been there last time she saw him.

Dash said the first thing that came to mind.

"...You know, I totally could have taken him without you, you know?"

...Okay, maybe that could have been said a little more tactfully. Dash pressed a hoof to her head as she attempted to get her thoughts in order before continuing.

"I mean... I could have handled it without you. You didn't have to leave the Cove, you know what I'm saying? Don't know if you have a beef with Freddy and the others, but you didn't have to come out and risk getting even more hurt."

She took a deep breath, then slowly floated upwards and moved herself so that she could stare Foxy straight in the eyes.

"...But you did, and I got to thank you for that. So... thanks Foxy." A smile crossed her face. "You really are the coolest thing in this place. And coming from me, that's saying something."

She stared at the fox doll for a couple of seconds, then looked away. "Well, gotta go now, Foxy. See you tonight."

She turned to place the curtains back in place. Before she could though, she heard a familiar voice.

"Me thanks, lass. I hope you outfox Freddy and the gang yet."

Dash turned around, but again, she saw no sign that Foxy had even moved. For a moment, she seriously wondered if she was just hallucinating everything Foxy said to her but then shook her head. So what then? If it gave her the strength to keep going, who was she to complain?

Still... "Thanks Foxy."

With that, she shut the curtains once again, leaving the animatronic alone in his haven. She quickly made her way to the main exit, stopping just for a moment to look up towards the stage. The other three, sure enough, were up there like nothing had happened, all staring at her.

She did notice that while Chica seemed to stare at her with something resembling playfulness and Freddy looked sorta annoyed, Bonnie looked downright angry and a little fearful. The fact he had several scorches on his suit and also had what appeared to be a ripped left leg and ear on his costume managed to make said emotions a little more understandable though.

Of course, maybe she was just projecting.

She gave them a half-mocking salute. "'Til tonight, my 'friends'."

With that, she opened the doors and stepped out into the first rays of Celestia-blessed sunlight. She took a deep breath of fresh air, and a large part of her wanted nothing more than to go and take a shower, take a good long nap, and then goof off for the rest of the day.

Of course, she had every intention of doing the first two, but she couldn't do the last one.

Her smile briefly faded as she thought back to what she had seen on the poster.

Foals murdered in the restaurant... definitely something she needed to see Griff Schmidt about.

"...I'm seriously gonna talk to Twilight about sending me to other places to grab stuff for her," she decided to herself. "And I'm gonna ask her for give plenty of bits, make sure I don't get into things like this again... and also for some ghost-busting gear."