The screams and laughs of children filled my ears as I opened my eyes to see the bright colours of party banners and posters. Was I at Freddy's?

I was leaning against a wall near the front stage. This location was different to what I remember. The animatronics looked more fluffy than the plastic ones I knew. I look around, tables were scattered with pizza, drinks and party decorations. To my left was a large doorway. I walk over and through the door was a seperate party room. Instead of a stage, there was a tall purple curtain with light purple starts decorating it. A sign stood in front 'out of order' and police tape surrounded the outside. This must be pirates cove.

I walk further in and the more I go in, the more I see. On the other side of one of the tables, was a child. A small boy, maybe 5 or 6. He wore a red pirate bandana on his head and a hook on his hand. He looked at the closed curtain with pure awe. He took more steps forward and from the curtain, I see a silver glow.

"Aye, Mikey" a rough, robotic voice sounded. Foxy.

"Foxy" the little boy cried with joy

"Come here, lad" the animatronic beckoned

The boy giggled and ran under the tape, towards the robot fox who now had his head fully emerged from the curtain.

I could do nothing but watch as the little boy I was lead to believe was Mike, beamed up at the killer fox. I wanted to scream, warm him, do something, but I couldn't.

I could only spectate as Foxy made his move. He pounced quickly, landing right on top of Mike. Blood splattered all over the room and screams filled the room. Foxy looks up from his 'meal' and I see Mike. His head was gushing blood and his once sweet face was now filled with terror his eyes closed and he passed out.

I try to move an help him, but my feet were stuck to the ground. People rush in and out of the room. Some were detaining the rapid fox, fans others were calling an ambulance and helping poor little Mikey. Kids and parents were screaming as the police arrived and began evacuating the restaurant.

An officer came up to me and began shaking me. I was so out of it and didn't listen to him. He continued shaking me, until I opened my eyes.

"Oh my god, you scared me" a relieved voice spoke.

I sit up and feel that I was lying on a soft surface. I was breathing deeply as my vision cleared up and I saw where I was. I was at home, sitting on the sofa with Mike sitting in front of me. It was just a dream. I sigh with relief and collect myself. Did I really get attacked by Foxy, or was that a dream too?

"What happened?" I ask

"You hit your head pretty hard an were unconscious for hours." He says

"What time is it?"

"about 8am"

"What about work?"

"The shift was pretty quiet after the sudden jump and everyone is fine"

I sigh again, hanging my legs over the side of the couch and as my right foot touches the ground, it begins to throb and sting. I yelp in pain and lift my leg quickly off the ground. Mike freaks out.

"Are you ok!?" He asks "What happened!?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine" I reassure "I think my ankle is twisted"

"Here, I'll get some ice"

Mike goes to the freezer and gets an ice pack, placing it on my ankle. I thank him and lie back down.

"Y-Y/n, your awake!" I lift my head and Jeremy was awkwardly stumbling over to the couch.

He sits next to me and hugs me. He Mike and I talk about the previous night and how things went down. Jeremy was as far in the dark as I was and Mike had to explain everything. When everything was sorted, I asked Mike to help me to the bathroom. He agreed and helped me to the bathroom door. I limped in myself and turned on the shower to wash off last nights stench.