Five Nights at Mocha's

   It was bout 7:00 PM when I got dressed for my 2nd night. I sighed. "Night 2, here I come." I said. Mocha was in her office, so I couldn't bother her. Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie were on stage singing for the children. I glanced at Pirate's Cove, and wondered why Foxy was different than the others. A few hours later, I was walking to the office, spinning my keys. My buddy Quillton was with me.

    "Galaxy, I don't see why these animatronics are so much of a problem." He said. I sighed and played Night 2's message.

    "Hey hey! Glad you came back for another night!" It said. "Now, I don't think I can stress enough on this, but you may want to watch Pirate's Cove often. Uh, the character in there does seem a bit strange in his own way, and becomes more active the longer the cameras stay off. So just be aware of him, and if the animatronics do end up finding you, just play dead. Of course, you may be stuffed inside a Freddy suit so I wouldn't recommend it." It told me and Quillton. "See you on the flipside." It hung up, and as I lowed the camera, A golden Freddy appeared out of nowhere, scaring us both to near-death.

    "Ah fuck. God damn it!" Quillton growled as the Golden Freddy went away. "Jesus, what the fuck was that?" He asked me, concerned. My face was plain and serious.

     "That was a golden version of Freddy, apparently." I said, panning through the cameras. It was then I heard a song. My eyes widened. "Fuck, Foxy's active." I gulped, opening the door and poking my head out. I whipped it side to side before I saw Foxy poking his head out of Pirate's cove, his hook brandished and ready to strike. "Eep!" I made a small squeak before bringing my head back in the room, shutting the door. Quillton raised an eyebrow at Foxy on the camera.

     "Really? An animatronic fox with a hook scared the living fuck out of you just now?" He asked me skeptically. I nodded my head. "Oh for Christ's sake, what can these bloody animatronics do?" Quillton asked. Then, as he opened the left door, Chica jumped out and scared him. "Ah, fuck! Jesus!" Quillton yelled as he clutched his chest to get his heart-rate down. "Holy fuck, that was scary." I cautiously panned through the camera, keeping an eye on Pirate's Cove. Then, Foxy did it again.

  "Da da dum dum dum dum, dum dum dum diddly doom doom doom, diddly doom, dum dum diddly dum dum dum dum diddly dum dum dum dum dum." Foxy sung. My pupils shrank in fear and horror.

   "Ooh, fuck. That's not good. Stay calm. Everybody stay calm. Keep your cool, Galaxy. Oh my god, Foxy, shut up!" I yelled as Foxy kept singing. "Jesus, was Mocha telling the truth about these things testing me or do they actually want to fucking kill me?" I asked. Quillton shrugged. The right door was open, and, suddenly, I saw Foxy sprinting down the hall. "Ooh! Quillton, close the door!" I exclaimed. Quillton shut the door just as Foxy arrived, pounding on the hard, metal door. "Ha! No, no, you don't! No, you fucking don't!" I laughed, sticking up my middle finger at him. Foxy growled and ran back to Pirate's Cove. Quillton laughed.

   "Ha! Take that, you damn fox!" He said, checking the camera. Chica was in the party room with Bonnie. Then, suddenly, Chica's cupcake came out of nowhere scaring us both. We both let out yelps of fright.

   "Ooh fuck! Fuck, that wasn't supposed to happen." I gulped. Quillton nodded. A clattering sound was heard in the kitchen, followed by steps. "What's that? That was a new noise." I said. Finally, the kitchen camera powered on, and Freddy was staring right into the camera. "Oh......fudgesicles." I said, knowing I was doomed. I shut the left and right door with only 50% power. It was 2 AM. "What! It's only 2 AM in the fucking morning and already everyone's active!" I groaned. "God damn it, Nights 3, 4, and 5 are going to be a bitch." I told Quillton. Freddy finally made an appearance, scaring me, but I didn't react. "Yes, I know. Fuck you, too!" I cursed, sticking up both my middle fingers at Freddy.

   "Maybe they are just trying to play? I mean, we're not dead, we're only being scared." Quillton shrugged. Bonnie scared us again. "Yes, Bonnie, we know! You're a dick, we get it!" Quillton yelled. The clock read 2:45 AM with 30% percent power. My pupils shrank.

    "30%?! Not good. Not good, not good, not good. Come on, come on. 6 AM please!" I pleaded to my watch, which rang to 2:47 AM. I growled in frustration, put my legs up on the desk, and got out a book. Quillton was appalled.

    "You're reading a book to help pass the time?!" He almost shouted. I shrugged and adjusted my hat, closing the door just as Foxy was about to scare us. Foxy pounded on the door, and when he opened it, I stuck up his right middle finger at him. Foxy muttered something and ran back to Pirate's Cove.

     "Why not? You got a better way to pass the time?" I asked. My best friend shrugged and panned through the cameras. He then noticed something.

     "Odd. Everyone by Foxy is back in their place on stage. I think this is Foxy's night." Quillton told me. I gulped.

     "That's not good. That's so not fucking good. According to that pre-recorded message, Foxy is unique in his own way." I told him. Quillton looked at me skeptically.

     "Unique how?" He asked. I checked the time. It was nearly 4 AM, and Foxy was poking his head out of Pirate's Cove, waiting to strike. Quillton made a small noise of fear and ducked his head back in the office.

     "That's how." I told him. I turned the page of my book. The clock hit 3 AM with only 25% power left. I hoped we made it to Night 3. Meanwhile, the animatronics on stage were staring at the camera, planning something.

      "That guard almost wet his pants when I scared him!" Bonnie laughed. Foxy put earmuffs on in his Cove because he found Bonnie the most annoying. "I'm telling you, Freddy, 3 more nights of this guy and he'll run home crying!" Bonnie giggled. Chica laughed. Freddy smiled a bit then stared at the camera. "Seeing if it will move?" Bonnie asked. Freddy nodded. Then, the camera moves to the right, and Foxy sprinted down the hallway to a closed door, knocking on it. The noise startled me and Quillton. I pressed the light and saw Foxy outside. I made a small squeak and turned off the light. I put my back against the door and Quillton looked up.

       "Foxy's outside." I told him. He gulped. I pressed the light again and saw Foxy was gone. "He's gone." I told Quillton. He sighed. Around 4:30 AM, with only 20% power left, Chica decided to jumpscare us again, which made me fall out of my chair and onto the floor. Quillton clutched the desk to avoid falling over.

        "Damn it, Chica!" He growled as he got back up. We then heard a noise in the kitchen. I gulped.

         "Oh, the sounds, I don't like them." I said as I lifted up the camera and saw Foxy sprinting down the hall. "Ah fuck! No! No!" I yelled as I tried to close the door just before Foxy screeched and laughed. "Fucking fuck!" I cursed. Quillton growled at Foxy. "I tried to push the button!" I told him as I clutched my chest to settle my heartbeat. It soon hit 6 AM about an hour and a half later. Mocha unlocked the door as me and Quillton walked over to her. She smiled, but could tell I had a rough night.

          "Rough night?" She asked me sympathetically. I nodded.

          "You have no idea." I told her as Quillton walked to his car and headed home. Night 3, here we come.