A New Start
Epilogue

...OneWeek Later...

Manythings had occurred since that night at the Mall. Even despite thebig group-hug and display of forgiveness, Scott still felt theslightest bit guilty for what he did. After all, he was partlythe reason for that entire mess. Plus, as he had observed, eventhough the bots were overall happy with their new home, they seemed alittle... sluggish. Bored, even!Who would blame them?Scott's house was no Freddy Fazbear Pizza. It lacked that happy, funglow that the old building used to have. There were no decorations,aside from a sign or two mounted on the living room wall.

So,over the next few days, Scott had gathered more and more items fromthe old pizzeria. He gathered party hats, banners, signs, andstreamers from the place, before arranging them around the house andin the backyard. He had even managed to gather some of the old partyroom tablecloths!

Granted,he would give the decade-old things a few rounds in the washer beforedaring to put them on his tables.

Bonnieseemed especially happy when Scott brought in some old photos he hadfound in the security office. He almost couldn't convince the rabbitto let go of them! Some of the earlier pictures showed the bots'parts being taken out of boxes and put together. However, most of thephotos seemed to depict the assembled bots and staff in costumes,handing out candy to some children. Checking the date on the back,Scott could infer that they were from Halloween.

Hisheart sank slightly when he found that there were no photos afterthat date.

Butfor now, Scott was fast asleep. And, as he tended to do, he wasdreaming! Said dream was mostly relating to something that had beenbugging him ever since he and the bots returned home.

Howdo the animatronics recharge?

Scottwondered this as he walked down a long, seemingly endless hallway. Itwas a haunting shade of grey, with a black and white checkered floor.

Scottfrowned. Why couldn't his dreams be more colorful?

“Theyusually power down at 10 PM, and reactivate at midnight. Maybe that'swhen they do it?...”, he wondered, tossing aside the topic of colorfor now.

“...No,that couldn't be right, could it?”, he asked to nobody inparticular. “Machines like them must consume a lot ofenergy, too much to regain in as little as two hours,” he reasoned,before donning a silly grin. “Maybe they're constantly replenishingtheir own energy with some sort of miniature nuclear reactor!”

Scottsmirked in his sleep. Not a chance.

“Perhapsthey eat!” Scott did recall seeing Chica trying to stuff aslice of cake in her mouth.

“Itlooked good!”, he recalled her reasoning.

Scottshook his head, almost laughing at that theory. There's no way thatrobots could eat. It's not like they're actual animals.

But,as Scott feared, that left just one more theory. Maybe they pluggedthemselves into the outlets while he wasn't looking! That would bethe single most terrible thing he could think of!

Why,you may ask?

Becauseof the amount of energy they consume! It's not like they're blendersor fans, or other household appliances! They're robots! Imagine howmuch energy they need to keep active! Imagine the electrical bill!

Scottgasped as, suddenly, a large sheet of paper materialized in front ofhim. The hallway dissipated, leaving an empty black space. The manslowly, fearfully looked up at the top of the menacing sheet ofpaper, unable to do anything but scream as he saw the writing on top.

CITYVILLEPOWER

Hisscreaming intensified as he looked down the sheet, his eyes landingon the numbers at the very bottom.

BILL:$400,000

“Noooooooooooo!--”

“--AAAAAAAAAHH!”

Scottscreamed as he sat up in his bed. He stared at the wall across theroom, wide-eyed as he spent the next few minutes trying to calmhimself down. There's no way that the bots use thatmuch power. Surely.

...Hopefully.

Scottsighed, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. Regardless,that was a nightmare.Something he didn't want to think about ever again. He'll just askthe bots in the morning, and that'd be the end of that.

“Yeah,”Scott reasoned to himself. “That'd be the end of that...”

Hedecided to slowly looked around his room before heading back tosleep, just to make sure that there were no actualoversized sheets of paperfloating around. The room looked dark, if not slightly spooky, asrooms tended to look at night. However, one thing caught his eye.

Therewere two floating white dots a few feet away. Scott rubbed his eyes,then squinted, making sure that he wasn't just seeing things. As faras he knew, he didn't have anything turned on in this room. At least,not anything that would glowlike that!

Scotttensed up as he realizedsomething. Before he blinked, the dots were at least five feet away.Then, after he blinked, they seemed a lotcloser. Furrowing his brow, he blinked once again, just to see ifthey'd get any closer.

Theydid.

“AHHH!”,Scott shouted. When he had opened his eyes once again, the dotsbecame more like hugecircles, with how muchof his vision they took up. To his surprise, a rather feminine voicecame in return as the two dots seemed to jump away from him.

“EEEEEEEE!”,it went.

Scottquickly clap-clapped, signalling for the lights in his room to turnon. He shielded his face slightly, fully expecting to come face toface with some sort of demon.

Fortunatelyfor him, there wasn't a demon.

“F-Foxy?”,he asked, looking at the shaking animatron that was now leaningherself against the wall with her hands behind her back. “Wh-What'reyou doing here?”

“O-Oh,nothing!”, Foxy said, trying to brush off the whole thing. “Y'knowhow it is, I... I, uh... I...” she paused, looking at Scott, whonow seemed rather unamused. “...I was watching you sleep,” shefinally said in a monotone voice.

“...Wh-Why?”,Scott asked. It was safe to say that he was at least slightly creepedout by that.

“Well,because I was hoping you'd wake up!”, she replied. “I've beenwanting to do something with you, but you never seem to have the timefor it!”

“Somethinglike what?”, Scott asked, raising a brow.

Foxygrinned, dumping what she was holding onto the bed. There were twocrayons, one pink and one red, and two sheets of paper.Unsurprisingly, the words “MY FUN DAY AT THE NEW FREDDYFAZBEAR'S PIZZA” were boldly displayed on the sheets. Scottblinked in surprise. He knew exactly what she wanted.

“I-I...Foxy...”, Scott began, rubbing the back of his head. “Maybe thiscould wait until tomorrow? It's... It's after midnight, y'know?”Foxy frowned, looking down slightly. Soon, however, she nodded,seeming to understand.

“Iknow, I know...”, she said. “Young boys do need theirsleep, after all. Oh! Maybe I can read you a bedtime story,then?” she asked, putting her hands together as she leaned closerto the not-so-young boy. “The kids used to love my stories!Especially the interactive ones! Oh, yes! Just gimme a second!”,she happily exclaimed, before turning and running out of the room.Scott barely had a chance to rest his head back on the pillow, beforethe fox returned.

Tohis surprise, she managed to get an outfit for herself. Replacing herright hand was a plastic hook, and over her right eye was aneyepatch. Perched on her head was a large pirate's hat, complete witha fox's skull and crossbones.

Scottstared in confusion and awe.

“Yarr!”,Foxy exclaimed proudly in the most overdone pirate's voice you canimagine. “It be a pirate's story we be wantin'-- ...A pirate'stale--” She paused, frowning slightly. Gotta practice thatpirate-speak.

“...I'mgonna tell ye a story, Scott!”,she eventually said with a toothy grin. “A dauntin' taleo' action, adventure, and booty!”

Scottsimply blinked, holding his covers to his chest.

“We'llbe sailin' the seven seas, searchin' for......Y'know, those three things. But, don't think that ye'llbe left outta this experience! Oh, no! Ye will be included in thisadventure!”, she explained,tossing Scott a plastic sword and bandana.

“Withyer help, it'll be us who dictates where this story be headin'!Scott, me hearty, will you be ol' Foxy The Pirate's first mate?”,she asked, holding out her hand towards the man.

Scottfrowned. He was tired. Reallytired. Between what happened last week, the amount of stuff he'sgathered from the pizzeria this week, and his job at the electronicsstore down the street, he hasn't had much time for rest. He lookeddown at the sword and bandana that were most likely too small forhim.

And,he smiled.

Hecouldn't pass this up. There was no way. If there was one thing heliked, aside from electronics, Freddy Fazbear, and pizza, it waspirates.

So,with a wide smile on his face, he grabbed Foxy's hand. After all,adventure awaits.

THEEND.