"FN@F - The Bite of '87 - Chapt. 4 - "Mutiny"" By Skeptic_Writefag (https://pastebin.com/u/Skeptic_Writefag) URL: https://pastebin.com/yY58nFmW Created on: Sunday 24th of August 2014 02:26:19 AM CDT Retrieved on: Friday 30 of October 2020 06:36:43 AM UTC >……. >You were back once again, sleep not coming readily this time around as you stared boredly at the monitors. >Luckily today, the band decided to leave you alone, but the cupcake was returned back to its forward facing position. >You were a little annoyed by this, but began to think on the possibility that they legitimately wanted to keep you safe. >Regardless, you turn it back around, not quite ready to submit to the idea. Not yet. >You needed more time. More answers. >Today, you were going to get them. All of them. >Switching among the channels on the tablet you find the bandmates spending time back on stage, remaining still, but slowly turning their heads to the camera as soon as you turn it to them. >They stare for a few seconds and your nerve drains at the same rate as your power >They wave with synchronized ease, and Freddy begins to smile without a word. >You wave back at the monitor, not realizing they can’t see you. >Almost sensing this, Chica holds up her cupcake and carefully tilts it with a finger. >The fucker was connected to the thing and they COULD see you. >You weren't sure if they could HEAR you, but you were already too far in with your plan to ask without attracting attention. >reluctantly, you turn Carlos around, giving him a frown before waving with a forced smile to the crew. >They seem delighted, but you quickly return Carlos to his position and switch channels, pulling out a slip of paper from your jacket pocket. >Now your day officially begins. >Since you figured the gang wouldn’t worry about you until you called, you made your way stealthily to Pirate Cove, being sure not to make a sound. >The door was closed, luckily, and the lights seemed to be on. >Foxy was definitely active, but biding his time. >Couldn’t bring the tablet to check how far out he was, but you figured he might be peaking out. >You quickly slipped the note underneath the door and gave the wooden barrier a quick double tap with your knuckle before running back to the booth. >At first, you didn’t see any movement having gathered up the tablet to check. >You would have given up, had the Admiral of Davey Jones himself didn’t grab the camera rather forcefully from a blind spot to face him. >It’s eyes blazed with artificial life, much brighter than you’d think, coming from a grainy old camera, and your attention was brought to his hook hand presented with the paper skewered on it. >You didn’t realize that thing was authentically sharp, let alone metallic. >You held your nerve and kept watching as he stared into the camera, waiting for his next move. >Didn’t take long before he did what you’d expected him to do, and shove the paper down his artificial muzzle, moving the camera back up to his curtains. >The note in question was actually a quickly drawn guide to Morse code you wrote down at some nearby starbucks when you asked to borrow someone’s phone. >Not only that, but the other side, which he thankfully read, contained the following. [ .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -.-- --- ..- / .... ..- .-. - / -- . / .. ..-. / -. --- / -.-. --- -- . / ... .-.. --- .-- .-.. -.-- / -... .-. .. -. --. / .-. . .--. .-.. -.-- / .- -. -.. / .-.. . .- ...- . / - .... . -.-- / .-.. .. ... - . -. ] >You began to rest easy now, watching him head back to his curtain for a moment, disappearing behind it before returning with a pirate’s hat. >He gives a nod of his head, as what you’d assume is an agreement. >If that wasn’t enough, the fucker even started to remove his own goddamn claw. >Dude must have been serious about gaining your trust. >Perfect. >The final mark began, as he inched the door open (from what you could hear) and stepped on through. >Quickly switching to camera 2A once more, you were about ready to see him try to sprint again, but instead watched as she slowly made his way down, eye on the camera the entire time. >If he was smart enough to understand he would also do one last thing. >The whole situation was increasingly tense, watching one of your more feared ‘rivals’ make his way right toward you >You do not move though. >You only remain seated rigidly. >And then, with the last camera silhouette fading into the blindspots he stands in your door way. >His feet make nigh a hiss to break the silence. >You got a feeling he understood the extent in which the other could hear you. >You both froze in place silently, before you rose from your chair and held your arms up. >He didn’t flinch, only scanning your every movement as you did them. >You take slow steps toward him and reach your arm out, hoping you won’t soon come to part with it. >If there was an opportunity he had to harm you, he didn’t take it, but you were at least slightly started as he jerked his one good damaged arm towards you with, hand open. >You hand him your pen and notepad, humming to yourself to make it sound like you were doodling or something. >Couldn’t go dead silent. >He tilted a head, not quite understanding it, but scribbled on the sheet you provided, writing a, thankfully short, message in a very precise writing, before dropping the two objects clattering to the ground. “WHOOPS!” you speak audibly enough for the damn cupcake to hear. >Foxy either didn’t notice your reaction or didn’t care, as he made his way back to his home. >You clear your throat and wave to him, but his back remained turned as he stalked into the void. >You looked down to read the message reading it over in your mind in a blank voice. “[ -. --- / .... .- .-. -- / -- . . - / .. -. / -.-. --- ...- . / - .- .-.. -.- / - .... . .-. . / -- .- - . -.-- ]” >You fold the paper back up and put it in your pocket. >You switch cameras again and double check on the gang. >Everything seems to be in order, and another creepy wave later, you switched the cameras once more before powering it off. >You really hope this was worth the trouble. >With that, you exit stage left and make towards Booty Bay.