Chapter 8

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(Uncle's POV)

(Y/N) left for her second night of work. Since she had moved in with me those years ago I have gotten to know her very well. I know she is hiding something. When I asked her how work was, she kind of avoided the question, which she hardly ever does. I wondered if something happened. I wondered if she is OK, since she always told me everything.

When I did my rounds on the house to check if everything was locked and secured like I did every night, I noticed that some tools were missing from the garage. Did (Y/N) take them? Or had I lent them out? I didn't remember. I'm getting old.

I woke up early for work, around 6:00 am, and left. We had alot of things to do and talk about at the office. I was in such a hurry, that I forgot my lunch at home. (Y/N) went always made it for me and I felt stupid for forgetting it, but I didn't have time to go back.
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(Y/N)'s POV

I did a thorough examination on Foxy. His jaw was loose, there were missing bolts, and his endoskeleton was not only exposed at his chest and feet, but it was broken in many places. There were also some loose wiring that I could see sticking out of his ears.

"Guys, do you know anywhere that I could find some extra bolts and some goggles?" I asked, jotting down the problems I would needed to address.

"I'm on it!" Clara saluted, then ran off behind the stage.

"Okay, Foxy, first things first, I'm going to fix your endoskeleton so atleast then you can move."

"You can do that??" Sai asked. "You sure got smart huh?"

"Well, alot changes in 11 years." I smiled and put on my heat resistant gloves. When Clara returned with a bunch of bolts of different sizes and goggles, I grabbed my torch, put the goggles on and went to work.

Clara, Ben and Sai just stood there and watched as I worked. Occasionally there was a comment here and there, but I was too focused.

It took 4 hours to mend the endoskeleton. It took no time to repair the rest of him, tightening loose screws, and rewiring his brain.

"There you go, Captain!" I exclaimed with a huge grin lifting my goggles to rest on my forehead. "Almost as good as new. Can you try walking?"

The pirate Fox slowly rose to his feet. Again, creepy. But he seemed happy to stand.

"I'm grateful to ye, lass!" He slowly walked to the others, who were happy to see him on his feet. I was happy that everyone was momentarily happy. But, I was there for a purpose after all.

"Ok guys..I have some questions involving...that night."

Everyone's smiles faded, and silence filled the air.

"Do we have to talk about that now?" Ben asked. Of course I didn't want to, but I was already on my second night of the five I was hired for.

"I only have five days here, guys. And I want to figure out what happened so we can catch your killer." I explained.

They looked at eachother, then agreed to tell me what they knew.

"First, we should take you somewhere important." Sai said and held my hand, Clara held the other. They led me down the darkened hallways, followed by Ben and Foxy. Finally, we came to a door. I knew that door. I didn't remember why, but I knew I didn't want to go inside.

Ben opened the door, then turned the lights on. "This room has remained unchanged for 11 years." He explained, as the four of them sat in different parts of the room.

"Do you remember, (Y/N)?" Sai asked, pointing to a corner of the room. I looked in that direction. There was a small vent.

"Is that...? Is this room...?" I couldn't finish my questions, I began to get a little choked up.

"Aye. This be the room our lives ended." Foxy explained.

"In these exact spots." Clara added.

"But wait." I looked around. "One..two..three..four. Wasn't there one more?" I asked.

"My brother Gordon." Sai nodded. "They never found him."

Why did I forget about Gordon? Maybe it was because I hadn't known him long in comparison to the others.

"We will find him." I assured with a smile. "My uncle is working to find the man that took your lives that day."

"Your uncle?? I remember him." Ben recalled the time everyone was over at my house for my birthday when I turned 8. "You should bring him here."

"Why on earth would I do that??" I asked a little louder than I should have. "Sorry..." I took a deep breath to calm down. "He isn't allowed here because he is a policeman. Besides...I don't think he would believe me if I told him about you."

"Ok, but suppose we do answer all your questions." Ben began. "Then you report all the information you learned to him. What if he asks you to prove it?"

Good point. I didn't think of that. I sighed heavily. "...maybe...maybe I can sneak him in after hours." The truth was, I had just found them and I wasn't really ready to share them yet. I changed the subject. "Ok, first question." I stated, as we left the room and went back to the show stage. "Why is it that you appear to be my age?"

"That be a mystery even to us lass. Can't be explained." Foxy answered. We stood there in the showroom.

"Okay, so the night I escaped to get help..." I tried to word it as gently as I could. "You all disappeared before help could arrive. Where did your bodies go?"

They all simultaneously pointed to the stage with the animatronics.

"I don't understand." My eyes narrowed, thinking about what they possibly could have meant.

Just then, the 6:00am bell rang.

"We'll have to continue this talk tomorrow." Sai said and they disappeared, going back to their animatronic selves, Foxy walking back to his cove.

"Think about bringing your uncle soon." Ben said.

"Bye (Y/N)!" Clara yelled enthusiastically. Then it was silent. Maybe they could only move and talk at night.

I was picking up my things, when the manager came in.

"Hey." He greeted and looked at the bag I held. "What are you doing?"

"Oh I just gave the captain a touch up." I replied, walking to the door. "I kinda like this job."

"Even though they're...a little violent?" He asked, as I put my hand on the door handle. I looked back at him with a grin.

"That's the best part." I whispered in a very eerie way. He just stared at me as I walked out the door, trying not to laugh.

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