#lee!scott

Scott was sitting in the office, looking at the poster of the three characters: Freddy, Bonnie and Chica. Why Foxy was not on the poster, he could not be sure. Foxy was his favorite character out of all of them…so the lack of recognition for the fox pirate was…really sad. He looked around at the little televisions that covered a corner of the gray desk. The televisions were small, and were stacked on top of each other. The room was dark, save for a dinky little warm light in the middle of the small office. Even then, that little light only lit up most of the office. The hallways on either side required their own lights. That was how Scott could see if the animatronics were coming to send him a visit. 

Scott knew these animatronics quite well. In fact, he was confident in saying he knew most of the ins and outs of this pizzeria. He had been hired as the security guard right before the pizzeria had opened. He remembered seeing one of those “Opening soon! Apply Now!” signs up on a bulletin nearby. He remembered giving in his resume, and meeting both Mr. Afton and his son Michael, in-person. He remembered that according to Mr. Afton, “Michael had an appointment today, and didn’t wanna go back to school.” He mentioned that his choices were to go to work with him or go back to school. And it appeared that Michael chose to go to work with him. 

Scott was suddenly thrown out of his thoughts as a set of shuffling feet filled the hallway. Recognizing who the shuffling belonged to, Scott closed the left door before the animatronic could come in. With the fox locked out, Scott let out a breath of relief. He was safe. 

But something was off…Usually Foxy would bodycheck himself into the door a few times before giving up. But…He wasn’t doing that this time. This confused Scott st first. Did the animatronic already give up? If so, what changed between now, and the last time he tried to get in? Was Foxy learning? 

Scott clicked the light button to check the hallway. Sure enough, the hallway was completely empty. 

Huh…These animatronics are a lot more clever than he thought…He quickly began to pray that he wasn’t underestimating the animatronics’ intellect. 

Walking back to the desk, Scott checked the screens to try and find Foxy. 

He checked the main dining hall, and found Bonnie. He was holding his red guitar, just staring at the camera. Scott chuckled somewhat awkwardly. Though he wasn’t sure if Bonnie could see it, Scott waved back to him. 

Next, Scott checked the stage and found Freddy. Apparently he hadn’t moved from the stage yet. Feeling comfortable with Freddy’s position, Scott looked at another camera. 

The bathrooms appeared to be empty. But the flash of yellow filled the screen when he switched to the kitchen camera. Chica and the cupcake were standing in the kitchen. Typical Chica wanting to cook in the kitchen…

He switched to Foxy’s cove, and tried to look inside the curtains. But based on the camera’s live recording and his own limited vision, Foxy wasn’t in there. 

Wait…If Foxy’s not in the hallways, and not in the Pirate’s Cove…then where is he?! 

Suddenly, Scott’s focus fell away from the screen as he heard something resembling a squeaky metal joint…

Oh God…Foxy’s right behind him…

Very slowly, Scott turned his head to look into the darkness behind him. The more he turned his head, the more he could see the white pupils from the animatronic…

The eyes began to tilt to the side. “Look at what we have heeere~” 

Yup…That’s Foxy alright…

He heard a near identical squeak as the fox's body moved closer. His white metallic teeth protruded from his jaw, worsening Scott’s fear…He looked like he was going to bite him like an aggressive dog…a dog capable of standing on their hind legs…A dog that stands taller than most humans. 

Scott turned the rest of his body around as he tried to calm himself down. It’s gonna be okay, Scott. Despite the size of his teeth, Foxy is not going to bite you. Those teeth are for aesthetics only. Mr. Emily would never program these animatronics to bite. That’s so against his nature. And Foxy was made to entertain kids! There’s no way he’d bite him! 

…Right? 

Suddenly, Scott’s thought process was interrupted as Foxy’s glaring face got closer to him. To make matters worse, Foxy’s teeth had opened up, making a couple of his back teeth slide together in an ear-piercing ‘schwing’ sound. This told Scott everything. Those teeth were not soft…they were made completely of metal. 

Doubt about his previous theory began to fill Scott’s mind. If Foxy was never meant to bite, then why did Henry give Foxy two sets of metal teeth?! 

“Ya scared, lil fella?” The fox asked him. 

Though Foxy was staring into his soul, Scott had quickly noticed that the voice was coming from a speaker in his chest, rather than his mouth. But it didn’t change how terrified he was…not even slightly. 

“Scared outta ya skin?” Foxy asked with an evil laugh. 

Scott very slowly started to nod his head. He didn’t know what else to do. Nodding barely seemed like enough of a response. 

“Shall we get this over with?” Foxy asked him. 

Scott widened his eyes. Over with? Get WHAT over with?! 

Scott’s spiraling mind was interrupted by the feeling of a hand and a hook sliding under his arms. “oOHNO-!” Scott gasped. And without any warning or preparation, Scott’s feet began to lift off the ground. “WaitwaitWAITWAIT!” He shrieked and shouted, kicking his feet. “FUCK- PUT ME DOWN!” 

“Gotta pretty light booty on ya, matey!” Foxy reacted. 

Despite how funny this phrase would be any other time, Scott refused to acknowledge it. All he cared about was the idea of his skull being crushed, and his life potentially ending in a matter of minutes. “HELP! HELLO?! HELP ME PLEASE!” 

“You need help there, mate?” Foxy asked, sounding quite genuine. 

Scott cried out again. “ANYONE THERE?! ANYBODY?! HELLO?!” Scott shouted. 

Foxy’s ears wiggled slightly as he tilted his head. “Ya don’t know when to quit, do ya?” He asked. 

Scott’s breathing increased as he stared into Foxy’s white pupils. “P-Please don’t hurt me…” He whimpered. 

Foxy’s eyepatch closed over his own eye. “Ya said ya wanted help?” Foxy asked. 

Scott gulped and bit his lip. “H-Huh?” 

Foxy laughed a little bit, his lower jaw moving up and down. “I’d love to help a member of the crew!” He declared. “What do ya need help with, me hearty?” Foxy asked him. 

“Uh-” 

“Perhaps ya want help sweepin’ the deck?” Foxy asked him. 

“What are you-” 

“Or perhaps ya need someone to turn yer frown upside down!” Foxy offered. 

“Ummmm-” 

“Which will it be, chum? Cleanin’ up the old cobwebs? Or a good ol’ fashioned cheer-up?” Foxy asked. 

“...I…I uh-” “Excellent choice!” Foxy raised Scott up slightly, before placing him somewhat roughly onto the chair. “One cheer-up comin’ right up!” He declared as he pretended to roll up his sleeves. “I’m gonna tell ya some special little jokes. And if ya laugh, then I’m doin’ my job right!” Foxy explained. “But if ya don’t laugh…” Foxy wiggled his left fingers. “Then I might just make ya~.” 

Scott widened his eyes and gulped slightly. Oh no…Knowing Foxy, these were gonna be the classic kids jokes…And though he liked those jokes, they were never funny enough to make him laugh…And knowing how much kids tend to laugh hysterically at the jokes…

This is not gonna go well…

“Aaaalright! First joke:” Foxy cleared his non-existent throat. “Why is pirating so addicting?” Foxy asked. 

Scott stared at him, still struggling to process the fact that he wasn’t planning on killing him. 

“Well, they say once ya lose yer first hand, ya get hooked!” Foxy declared, shoving the side of his hook into Scott’s face. 

Scott made no sound…he blinked once…he blinked twice…He did get the joke, but…he didn’t exactly start off with a bang…

“Well that’s a darn shame…How about this one:” Foxy offered. 

Scott blinked and widened his eyes. Wait, he wasn’t gonna tickle him? 

“What do ye call a pirate with two eyes and two legs?” Foxy asked. 

Scott stared at him, not really sure. “A rookie!” Foxy replied as the comedic drum sound played through his chest speaker. 

Scott’s confusion began to turn into slight boredom. Though he understood the joke, he just…didn’t find it funny. 

“Well, looks like I gotta tickle it outta ya!” He declared as his hand suddenly squeezed and scratched at Scott’s side and belly. 

Scott squeaked and curled up, pulling his knees up to his chest in a single moment. “Noho! GaAHAHA! Noho fair!” He squeezed his eyes shut as a giggle left his mouth. 

“Look at that! Ya CAN laugh! And here I thought ya had a broken funny bone!” Foxy teased. 

“Ihihit’s not funnyhyhy!” Scott tried to argue. 

“Well somethin’s gotta be funny! You’re laughin’ right now!” Foxy reminded him. 

“Yohohohou’re ticklihihing mehehehe!” Scott yelled back. 

“Are ya sure about that?” Foxy clarified. 

“Yehehehehes! Ihihihi cahahan feeheeheel ihit!” Scott tried to argue back. 

“Are ya sure that’s not yer tummy making ya laugh?” Foxy asked next, adding his hook to the other side of his ribs. 

“aAAH! YEHES!” He yelled back, shocked by his own reaction. Whatever Foxy was doing, was working way too well on him! “IHIHI’M SUHUHUHURE! I CAN FEEHEEHEEL YOHOHOUR HAHAHANDS RIGHT NOHOHOHOW!” Scott argued back. 

Foxy’s eye widened. “Oh! Ya can, can ya?” Foxy asked, looking down at his own upper limbs. 

“YEHEHEHESSS!” He shouted back. The poor guy was shaking his head and busting out in cackles of laughter every minute. 

Foxy smirked. “If you could feel me hands, then you would know that I don’t have two hands.”  Foxy stopped tickling him and showed Scott the hook. “No pirate is complete without their trusty hook!” He declared. “Call me a seasoned veteran!” He added rather proudly.  

Scott’s laughter slowly began to die down as he stared at the hook. He couldn’t explain why, but something was telling him that the strong laughter he was experiencing was due to the fox’s hook rather than his hand. “Hehehe…Hehe…Haaa…” He hung his head. 

“Geez, mate! I didn’t kill ya with me jokes, did I?” Foxy asked him. 

Scott blinked a couple times, staring at him. “All that…just because I didn’t laugh at your jokes?” he clarified. 

Foxy let out a laugh that sounded somewhat similar to Mr. Krabs. “Not exactly, Buccaneer. Mr. Afton himself told me to cheer ya up!” Foxy told him. 

Scott raised his eyebrows. “Mr. Afton?” Scott tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “You mean William?” 

“Oh no no, not the captain of this joint.” Foxy shook his head. “The cabin boy.” He replied. 

Scott stared at him, confused. “What?” 

“Ya know, the youngin’.” Foxy explained, showing Scott the child’s general size with his hook. 

Scott straightened his head. “Wait…The kids?” He asked next. 

“Yeah!” Foxy replied, smiling slightly as a little shadow showed up behind Scott. 

“Wait…” Scott pointed to the animatronic. “William has 3 kids. Which one is it?” Scott asked next. 

And almost as if previously planned, Scott felt a pair of small and quick hands grab at his sides, before being followed up by a loud and proud “BOO!”. 

“GAAAH!” Scott jumped about 5 feet in the air, before sprinting away giggling from the little skittering fingers. “Nahahaha! Whohoho-” He turned to look at the person, and let out a sigh of relief. “Oh…Michael, hi.” He reacted. 

“Hi Mr. Phone guy!” Michael declared. 

Scott chuckled awkwardly. “Uhhh…What are you doing here?” He asked, still surprised that a 13 year old was standing in his office. 

“I wanted to surprise you!” Michael admitted. “Were you surprised?” He asked. 

Scott shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I was. I was quite surprised.” He admitted. 

Michael giggled rather evilly. “I guess we could say you’re ‘tickled’ about me being there?” Michael teased. 

“Eyyyy! That’s my boy!” Foxy patted Michael’s head excitedly. 

Scott sighed and shook his head. “I should’ve known…” He muttered. “Does your father know you’re here?” Scott asked him. 

“Uhhh…” Michael bit his lip and looked away. “N-No…He doesn’t…” He admitted. 

Scott sighed. “I’m gonna call your father.” He told him, picking up the phone and typing his boss’s number into the telephone. He raised the phone to his ear, and waited for it to stop ringing. 

“Hello?” A familiar voice said on the other side of the line. “Hi Mr. Afton. It’s Scott Rogers. Michael showed up at the Pizzeria here.” Scott explained. 

“He did?” Mr. Afton went silent for a moment. “Huh…I guess that explains why he’s a little late getting home.” Mr. Afton admitted. 

“Yeah…If you can come pick him up, that’d be great.” Scott admitted. 

“Sure, I can pick him up. It'll be about 20 minutes. Is that okay?” Mr. Afton asked. 

“Yeah, that’ll be fine.” Scott replied. 

“Alright. See you soon.” Mr. Afton said before hanging up the phone. 

Scott put down his own phone and looked at Michael. “Your father’s on the way.” 

“Aww…” Michael frowned and crossed his arms. “And I thought you were cool…” 

Scott chuckled a little bit, smiling as he came to terms with the thought of essentially being called ‘not cool’ by a 13 year old. 

“Well…I’m not the one who chose not to walk to the house…” Scott reminded him. “And I’m not the one who’s too ticklish to handle a robot fox.” Michael shot back, smirking as he crossed his arms. 

Scott raised his eyebrows. Did he really just say that? Did he really just sass him?! Scott smirked slightly as an idea developed in his head. “Think you’re so tough, huh? I’d like to see you handle a robot tickle monster.” Scott replied. 

“Yarrr! Ain’t that an idea!” Foxy declared. 

Michael’s smile quickly dropped from his face upon hearing Foxy’s words. “Uh oh…” He muttered. 

Scott raised an eyebrow. “Oh I’m sorry, did I just hear an ‘uh oh’ from the tough guy?” Scott asked. 

Michael tensed up. “N-No…you didn’t.” He muttered, visibly losing his composure. 

“Hey Foxy! Got any more jokes on you?” Scott asked. 

“Well, me hearty! I thought ya’d never ask!” Foxy replied, throwing his hooked hand in the air with excitement. “What does the pirate say when he turns 80 years old?” Foxy asked. 

Michael shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” 

“Aye Matey!” Foxy declared excitedly. 

Michael let out a quick exhale through his nose, and shook his head. “Wow…” 

“Ya get it?” Foxy asked. 

“That’s the best you can come up with?” Michael asked. 

Scott smirked and laughed a little bit. Though, he wasn’t laughing at the joke…“Looks like Michael didn’t laugh. You know what that means, Foxy?” He asked with a smirk. 

“Yarrr! Indeed I do! Ya learn quickly, Scotty-boy!” Foxy declared, before poking Michael’s sides. “I tickle the laughter out of ya!” Foxy declared. 

Michael squeaked and struggled to cover up his sides. “NAHAhaha! Fohoxy dohohon’t!” Michael wiggled, trying to run away from Foxy’s hook and hand. 

“Goodness, cabin boy! You’re a lot more wiggly than Scotty!” Foxy reacted. “Or even the captain himself!” Foxy added. 

“I’ll say!” Scott reacted. 

“FOXYHYHYHYHY! COHOME OHOHOHON!” Michael yelled out. “What’s wrong, Michael? Still feeling tough?” Scott asked next. 

“Can’t handle a taste of yer own medicine?” Foxy asked. 

“MEHEHEANIHIHIES!” Michael shouted at him. Scott chuckled. “Yeah yeah yeah…Talk all you want to, Mike.” He teased. 

“Ya keep complainin’, and we may never stop ticklin’!” Foxy warned with a pirate-esque laugh. 

“NOHOHOHO!” Michael shouted back. 

This playful banter only lasted another 5 minutes, before Michael finally gave up. With Scott ordering Foxy to help, Michael was given a chair, a small cup of water, and a chance to recover before his father showed up. When William showed up to pick up Michael, Scott walked Michael from the office, up to the exit door. William hopped out of the car and playfully pushed Michael towards the car, before looking at Scott. 

“Thanks for the help. And again, I’m sorry about all that. Michael’s getting used to walking home from school, and apparently he thinks he can go wherever he wants. Hopefully grounding him will be enough to kick him down a few pegs.” William told him. 

“Yeah…Although, I didn’t mind having him there.” Scott mentioned. 

William chuckled. “You’re a good man, Rogers.” William patted his back somewhat roughly. “I’ll let you get back to it, alright?” William replied. 

“Alright. Good luck.” Scott told him as William walked away. 

“Thanks! I’ll need it!” William replied as he got into the car. 

Scott smiled and waved to them as the car started. Right as the car started to move, the backseat window rolled down, and a smaller head peeked out of the window. “Bye phone guy!” He yelled out the window. 

Scott laughed. “Bye tough guy!” Scott yelled back. 

“YEAH!” Michael showed off his bicep through the open window right as the car started to turn left. This made Scott laugh a little bit more. 

Kids…Such playful, sassy creatures…

“Jeremy…” Scott mumbled. 

“Hm?” He replied. 

“Where are we?” Scott asked. “And why is everything so…colorful?” 

Jeremy lifted himself out and widened his eyes as he stared at the big place they were in. “Whoa…Scott, you have to see this.” 

Scott lifted himself out as well and dropped his jaw. The place was HUGE! And…it looked like one of those McDonald’s play places, but bigger. Much bigger. 

Jeremy looked around and quickly realized he was in a big ball pit. He quickly climbed himself out of the ball pit and walked around on the blue squishy ground. It was…enormous! Like, even adults like themselves could run around in here and fit just fine! It was unbelievably colorful as well, like someone had made a few colorful bombs go off in the room. It was…overwhelming, to say the least. 

“We need to find a way out of here. Scott, do you have-” Jeremy started as he turned around. But he stopped his words the moment he realized Scott wasn’t there. “...Scott?” 

“Over here!” Scott told him. Jeremy followed the voice location, and soon found Scott near some light blue tables and chairs…

He was hugging a huge Freddy plush toy. “It’s so soft!” Scott reacted. “You have to feel him.” 

Jeremy chuckled and walked up. He felt the flat nub that was supposed to be the Freddy plush’s hand, and raised his eyebrows. He was right! It was super soft. Jeremy felt more of the bear as he tried to comprehend it. Like, it was unbelievable how soft this bear was. What was it made of?! Sherpa?! 

Scott stared at the height of the ceiling. “I…I can’t believe how huge this place is…How did Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza become so…so-” 

“Famous? I don’t know.” Jeremy interrupted. 

Scott gently squished the giant plush’s nose, and discovered it had a squeaker! “Haha! Jeremy, look!” Scott started squeaking the nose a few times. “They kept the squeaking Freddy nose!” 

Jeremy chuckled and shook his head with a smile. What a goofball…

Scott finally let go of the big Freddy plush and looked around a bit more. “Is this…” Scott pointed to a Glamrock Chica picture displayed on the play equipment. “...Chica?!” Scott asked. 

Jeremy nodded. “It sure looks like it.” Jeremy replied. “But she’s white like an adult chicken instead of yellow like a little chick. Maybe Chica’s finally grown up?” Jeremy joked. 

Scott laughed. “Looks like it. And she still has that 80’s look.” Scott added. 

Jeremy chuckled. “She does.” Jeremy walked up to the alligator picture on the play equipment. “But who could this be?” Jeremy asked. 

Scott widened his eyes and bit his lip. “I…I’m not sure I like the look of that one…” Scott admitted. 

“What? Got something against alligators?” Jeremy asked. 

“No…Well, except for the ones that crave human flesh…” Scott admitted. 

Jeremy chuckled. “I’m 98% sure this alligator doesn’t crave human flesh.” Jeremy told him. 

“Hoo hoo HOOO!” someone yelled nearby. 

Jeremy and Scott froze the moment they heard that voice. Scott turned to look at the ballpit, while Jeremy looked above the ballpit. “Look!” Jeremy reacted as he pointed to the clown-like figure on a high stage that was connected to the wall. 

The figure dove right into the ballpit, and climbed out of the ballpit to get right up to the two boys. As the figure got closer, Jeremy realized it was golden-colored, with red clown pants, a tiny tutu, huge hands, big triangles hanging out of its head, and a creepy face with an even creepier smile on its face.

Scott started backing up immediately, while Jeremy just froze in place. The sun-looking clown leaped onto Jeremy and held onto him by the shoulders. “Helloooo! New friends! You’re sure up late! Are we having a slumber party? Where are all your other friends?” The sun animatronic asked. 

Jeremy yelped loudly and tried to push the sun animatronic off him. “GET OFF ME! WHAT ARE YOU?!” 

“I am the daycare attendant! It’s wonderful to meet you!” The sun animatronic declared. 

Scott widened his eyes. “Daycare attendant?! This thing is WAY too creepy for a daycare.” Scott reacted. “And this place is way too big to be a daycare!” Scott added. 

Jeremy was too busy trying to push the Daycare Attendant off himself. But the Daycare Attendant was a strong little bugger. He just kept on crawling all over Jeremy like a gigantic monkey! 

“We can finger paint, tell stories, drink Fizzy-Faz until our heads ex-PLODE, and stay up all night!” The Daycare Attendant declared. 

Jeremy widened his eyes. Telling by the Daycare Attendant’s words, it sounds like it’s night time right now! How long had they been out?!

Scott pulled on The Daycare Attendant’s sides to try and get it off Jeremy. “Let him go!” Scott yelled. 

The Daycare Attendant looked down at his sides and jumped off of Jeremy. “Hooo hooo HOOO!” The daycare Attendant declared, wiggling its fingers eagerly. “A tickle fight! What a splendid idea! Who wants to tickle who? And who should I tickle?” The Daycare Attendant declared. 

Scott let go of The Daycare Attendant, and covered his mouth with both hands. “Uh oh…” He mumbled. 

Jeremy stared at it…and let out the most awkward chuckles before taking off running the other way. 

“Haha! A tickle chase! An even BETTER idea! Here I come!” The Daycare Attendant yelled. 

Scott quickly decided to distract The Daycare Attendant so Jeremy could at least get away. He ran to the other side of the daycare, and into The Daycare Attendant’s visual view. “Hey Daycare Attendant! Come and get me!” Scott yelled, waving his hands around. 

The Daycare Attendant turned to Scott and took off running towards him. “I’m gonna getcha! I’m gonna getcha!” The Daycare Attendant declared. 

Scott squeaked and started to run, but he had started running way too late. He was quickly caught by The Daycare Attendant and gripped exactly like someone would grip a toddler. “I gotcha! Here comes the tickle monster’s evil attack!” The Daycare Attendant started skittering two fingers each into both of Scott’s armpits. 

Scott squealed and tried to stop the fingers by squishing the fingers into his sides with his upper arms. “EEEEHEHeheheheek! NAHAhahahaha!” Scott laughed. 

Jeremy widened his eyes as he saw Scott being tickled by The Daycare Attendant. Part of him wanted to save him. But…part of him also just wanted to let it happen. He couldn’t choose what he wanted to do…

“Now tell me, kiddo: How ticklish are your ribs?” The Daycare Attendant asked. 

Scott squeaked and shook his head desperately. “NOHOHOHO! AHAHAnythihing buhuhuhut thahahat!” Scott begged. 

“Awwww! Really?” The Daycare Attendant asked. 

“YEHEHEhehehess!” Scott yelled. 

“Well, too bad! I’m gonna tickle them anyway! Because I know your little secret.” The Daycare Attendant declared as he started playing Scott’s ribs like one would play a piano. 

Scott squealed and squeaked as his lower ribs were tickled and toyed with. Everything in his mind was SCREAMING from excitement! It was SO TICKLISH! He had started cackling and screaming in between his laughter! He couldn’t even properly comprehend just how ticklish it felt! 

“WOW! He’s so ticklish! This is great!” The Daycare Attendant declared proudly. 

“M-Maybe now that you know how ticklish Scott is, you’d want to tickle me next?” Jeremy suggested. 

The Daycare Attendant stared at Jeremy for only a minute, before making its decision. “Nah. Scotty here is just too fun to tickle! I can’t give up now!” The Daycare Attendant reacted. “Juhuhust gohohoho, Jeheremyhyhyhy! Ihihi’ll behehehe ohohokahahahay!” Scott told him.

“No! I’m not letting you get tickled for hours by a possessed animatronic. What if he kills you or chokes you?” Jeremy told him. 

The Daycare Attendant looked at Jeremy and tilted its head. “Why would I do such things?! I would never choke someone or kill someone.” The Daycare Attendant reacted. 

“Says anyone who chokes and kills people.” Jeremy muttered. 

“Also, what’s a possessed?” The Daycare Attendant asked. 

Jeremy raised his eyebrows. He…doesn’t know what possessed is? He knew the animatronic’s demographic, but what is this animatronic’s mental age supposed to be?

Scott was too busy being tickled to be able to comprehend what was going on. He could barely think anything besides ‘LAUGH!’ ‘TICKLISH!’ and ‘LAUGH!’. Did I mention ‘LAUGH!’? 

Jeremy tried his best to convince The Daycare Attendant to let go of Scott. But it was utterly fruitless. The Daycare Attendant was just like a toddler itself: Once it’s fixated on something, it never lets it go. 

Finally, Jeremy decided to try and intervene. He got in between The Daycare Attendant and Scott, and tried to pull The Daycare Attendant’s fingers back to lessen its grip on Scott. 

“Hey!” The Daycare Attendant finally let go of Scott and grabbed Jeremy instead. “If you wanted to be tickled so badly, then why didn’t you say so?” The Daycare Attendant asked. 

Scott gasped and got up onto his feet. “NO!” Scott yelled, reaching his arm out. 

“Just go! Save yourself!” Jeremy yelled. 

“I’m not leaving you here alone with this…thing!” Scott told him. 

“I’ll be fi- BAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jeremy threw his head back and completely lost himself in his own laughter. It didn’t take long at all for The Daycare Attendant to find his ticklish hips. “HEHEHEHEHEY! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” Jeremy yelled. 

“WOW! You’re even more ticklish than Scott! How can that be?!” The Daycare Attendant reacted. 

“IHIHI DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW.” Jeremy replied. 

“Now tell me: Which side tickles more?” The Daycare Attendant started tickling the right side. “This side?” He asked. 

Jeremy squealed and threw his head back with fits of laughter. “STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” 

The Daycare Attendant moved to his left side. “Or this side?” He asked next.

Jeremy snorted and wiggled around as laughter overcame him. “BOHOHOTH! BOHOHOTH AHAHARE BAHAHAHAD!” Jeremy told him. 

“Ooooh! I see…” The Daycare Attendant shrugged its shoulders. “Looks like I’ll have to tickle both hips then!” The Daycare Attendant declared. 

“NONONONO-” Jeremy wheezed as both his hips were tickled at the same time. But then…a stack of 3 blocks fell down nearby! The Daycare Attendant turned around to look at the fallen blocks, and dropped Jeremy in its hysterical reaction. “Oh, no, no, no! What a mess! Oh, which one was at the bottom? Where is the top? Clean up! Clean up!” The Daycare Attendant reacted. 

Suddenly, both Scott and Jeremy were pulled out of the daycare through a door, and were brought into a separate room. 

“What- Who-” Jeremy reacted. 

Scott looked at the two workers standing in front of them. “Shhh…” The female said. “Don’t worry. You’re safe here.” She said. 

“Who…Who are you?” Jeremy asked. 

The female smiled. “I’m Vanessa.” She said. 

“And I’m-” 

Scott walked up to the male security guard and cupped his cheeks. He moved his head around a bit, wanting to see him in different angles. “Holy-” Scott looked at his badge. 

[Michael Afton] 

“M-Michael…” Scott reacted. 

Scott was sitting in the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza security office. He was watching intently for the 

animatronics, trying to make sure he could see them every time they moved on him. Most people would tell him to calm down. But no! If he calmed down, he was afraid he was going to be caught and stuffed into one of the suit-

Scott was pulled out of his thoughts by a pair of hands on his sides. “GAH!” Scott yelled, grabbing his sides quickly and giggling like a child.

Jeremy giggled. “Gotcha.” 

Scott chuckled and slowly let go of his own sides. “Yohou- you got me.” He said. 

“Are you okay?” Jeremy asked. 

Scott nodded, despite his nerves starting to get the best of him. “Yeah, I’m fine.” 

Jeremy grabbed Scott’s shoulders. “I know you’re not.” Jeremy told him. 

Scott gulped. “What…would you do if I wasn’t?” Scott asked. 

Jeremy smirked and poked Scott’s belly. “Take a wild guess.” 

Scott giggled and poked Jeremy back. “Nohoho tihickles wihithout pahaybahahack!” Scott reacted. 

“Nuh uh! Nohoho wahahay! Ihit’s my turn to tickle first.” Jeremy told him as he skittered his fingers on Scott’s belly. 

Scott snorted and bursted out in fits of little high pitched giggles. His stomach was a really good spot to go for, especially for a starter spot. “EEEEhehehehe! Hehehehey!” Scott reacted. 

“Hey? Hay is for horses, silly goose!” Jeremy teased. 

Scott groaned with cringe. Did Jeremy make a freaking dad joke?! 

“Whyhyhy ahaha Dahad johohohoke?” Scott asked. “Yohohohou’re nohot eheheven ahaha dahahahad!” Scott added. 

Jeremy laughed. “Can I not enjoy Dad jokes until I’m a father?” Jeremy asked. 

Scott just continued to giggle. “Wehehell…” 

“Well what? You gotta speak up if you’re gonna explain yourself.” Jeremy encouraged. 

“Dahahahad johohokes suhuck!” Scott told him. 

Jeremy gasped and stopped tickling for a moment. He held his own chest with his hand, and looked utterly offended. “How DARE you say such things!” Jeremy reacted. 

Scott was a giggly mess from Jeremy’s dramaticness alone. 

Jeremy smirked. “Would you mind if I lift up your shirt?” Jeremy asked, forgetting his offended dramatic voice. 

Scott blushed a little bit. “S-sure.” 

Jeremy smiled and lifted up Scott’s shirt. And in a second, Jeremy shoved his head of blonde hair onto Scott’s belly. 

Scott bursted out laughing almost immediately. “AAHAHAHAhahahaha! Nohohohoho!” Scott reacted. 

Jeremy accidentally wheezed, letting out a bunch of air from his mouth. The air fell onto Scott’s belly, and Jeremy smirked as he heard giggles leaving Scott’s mouth. 

“Ihihi’m tohohohoo tihihicklihihish- BaaAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Scott bursted out. 

Jeremy gasped. “Are your lower ribbies ticklish?” Jeremy asked. 

“YEHEHEHEHESSSSS!” Scott yelled back. 

“What about your top ribs?” Jeremy asked as he dragged his hands up to Scott’s upper ribs. He started digging in and wiggling his fingers on the top two ribs. 

“HAHAhahahahaha! Nohoho, myhyhy hihihigher rihihibs ahare lehess tihihicklihish.” Scott admitted. 

Jeremy nodded. “Good to know.” Jeremy replied as he removed his hands.

Scott giggled and grabbed Jeremy’s hands, holding onto them. “Nohoho, dohon’t stop.” Scott begged. 

Jeremy looked at him, confused. “What?” 

Scott smiled as he blushed. “Can…Can you do it again?” Scott asked. 

Jeremy smirked. “What part?” he asked. 

“Uh…” Scott looked down with a scarlet blush. “Thehairtickles?” Scott mumbled. 

“I’m sorry…you’re gonna have to repeat yourself.” Jeremy told him.

“R-really? Butwhy?” Scott asked. 

Jeremy giggled. “I can’t understand you, sir! You need to speak a little slower.” 

Scott groaned as his blush grew darker and darker. “I…I want you to…do the hair thing…” Scott told him. 

Jeremy giggled. “The hair thing?” Jeremy smirked as he flipped his hair. “Like this?” Jeremy asked as he did a sexy pose. 

Scott groaned again and covered his face. “Nooooooo.” He mumbled. 

Jeremy laughed. “Then what do you mean?!” Jeremy asked. 

Scott growled as he uncovered his face quickly. “I want you to shove your hair into my belly and freaking TICKLE ME.” Scott yelled. 

 Jeremy widened his eyes, surprised Scott was actually able to get it out of him. Jeremy smiled a bit more. “Okay. I can do that.” Jeremy told him. 

Jeremy shoved his hair into Scott’s belly and started shaking his head left and right rapidly to make it tickle as much as possible. 

Scott laughed with glee as he felt tons of serotonin filling his brain all at once. It was so satisfying and fun being tickled by Jeremy! The two boys had been friends for a month now, and the two already felt like they’ve been friends for years! 

Jeremy lifted up his chin, and blew a raspberry onto Scott’s belly. 

Scott HOWLED with laughter. “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! RAHAHASBEHEHERRIES TOOHOHOHOO?!” Scott asked. 

“You bet I’m giving you raspberries!” Jeremy declared. “Your widdle belly needs them to live!” Jeremy added. 

“Ihihi dohoho nohohot.” Scott muttered with a giggle.

“You most certainly do!” Jeremy replied. “All bellies deserve love. Especially bellies that belong to ticklish people.” Jeremy added. 

“Thahahat’s ahahall behellies!” Scott reacted. 

“Shhhh!” Jeremy covered his mouth. “Spoilers, buddy!” Jeremy reacted. 

Scott giggled against his hand. 

Jeremy widened his eyes and morphed his face into a look of disgust. “Did you just-” He removed his hand and stared at his limp, slightly wet hand. “Did you just lick my hand?!” 

Scott threw his head back and laughed. “HAhahahaha! Yeheah! Ihihi dihihid.” Scott replied. 

Jeremy couldn’t help but chuckle at him in slight disgust. Wanting to get rid of the germs, Jeremy wiped his hand on Scott’s shirt, before using Hand Sanitizer to clean up his hands of Scott’s germs. “You’re gross.” Jeremy told him. 

Scott giggled. “Yeheah, I know.” He replied. 

Jeremy then went right back to tickling his belly. He shoved his face into Scott’s belly and blew a big raspberry. 

Scott threw his head back with a fit of laughs while kicking his feet all over the place. Scott was laughing hysterically as Jeremy blew raspberry after raspberry after raspberry. It was fairly funny to watch. 

“Boys…” someone called. 

Jeremy removed his face from Scott’s stomach as quickly as possible. “What- Oh…” 

Scott had gasped and sat up, pushing Jeremy’s face out of the way. “Mr. Wi-” 

Scott let out a big sigh of relief the moment he realized who it really was. He laid himself against the ground again. “It’s just Mike.” He said. 

Mike raised an eyebrow. “You really thought I was William?” Mike asked. 

Scott looked down, feeling guilty and embarrassed. “S-Sorry…” Scott mumbled. 

Mike just chuckled. “It’s fine. But does my voice really sound like him?” Mike asked. 

Jeremy giggled. “Well…kinda. But you sound even more like him when you're walking in with a tired voice.” Jeremy told him. 

Mike hummed with a smirk. “My NaMe iS wiLLiAm AfToN! AnD i ALwAyS lOoK liKe I jUsT gOt OuT oF bEd!” Mike joked. 

Scott guffawed and laughed, while Jeremy stifled his own laugh. 

Mike smiled and started imitating William’s many mannerisms. “HaS aNyOnE sEeN tHe oNLy PeN i EvEr UsE?” Mike asked in William’s ‘voice’. 

Jeremy laughed and handed him a pen. “Here Mr. Afton. Use mine.” 

Mike scoffed and pushed the pen away. “I’m NoT uSiNg YoUr FiLtH!” Mike teased.

Scott laughed. “Wow! William actually showing emotion?! What a strange day this must be!” Scott teased. 

“I sHoW nO eMoTiOn BeCaUsE ThEn PeOpLe wOuLd tHiNk I’m EmOtIoNaL!” Mike mocked. “It’S a WoNdEr I hAvE a WiFe.” Mike added.

Jeremy stepped in and pretended he was wearing a suit. “Do YoU LiKe mY bEaRd? I hAvEn’T sHaVeD iN yEaRs!” Jeremy mocked. 

Scott was DYING of laughter at this point. 

“I dRiVe a 1960 fOrD cOuRiEr!” Mike added. “ThE wOrSt CaR iN eXiStEnCe! AnD i EvEn HaVe NoOdLeS fOr ArMs!” Mike added as well. 

Mike laughed. “AnD fOr ThE LaSt TiMe: I AM NOT A FURRY!” Mike teased, putting up 4 of his fingers to represent his golden Bonnie costume. 

The boys all howled with laughter. Then, Scott decided to join: 

“AnD i’M aLsO bRiTiSh FoR sOmE rEaSoN! ChIp ChiP cHeEriO! GoD sAvE tHe QueEn!” Scott added. 

“BAHAHAHAHA! Making fun of him being British now?!” Jeremy reacted. 

Scott nodded. “AnD i HaVe No WeAkNeSsEs!” Scott joked. “BuT iF yOu sO mUcH aS tOuCh My SiDeS, i WiLL PrObAbLy kILL yOu!” Scott added. 

Mike tilted his head. “What do you mean, ‘touch his sides’?” Mike asked. 

“He’s not…Wait, is he?!” Jeremy asked. 

Scott giggled evilly. “Yes! He’s really ticklish. More ticklish than me, if you can believe it.” Scott added. 

Mike and Jeremy widened their eyes and looked at each other. 

“Are you serious?!” Jeremy reacted. 

“100% serious!” Scott replied. 

The boys all bursted out laughing again. 

“Wow…I didn’t know that.” Mike admitted. “I guess he really does have a weakness.” 

“Speaking of weaknesses:” Jeremy added before poking Scott’s sides. 

Scott squealed and held his sides, giggling all high-pitched. “NOHOhoho!” Scott reacted. 

“Scott happens to have the exact same weakness as our boss!” Jeremy teased. 

Jeremy laughed. “And they happen to have the same spot too.” Jeremy added as he continued to skitter his fingers on Scott’s sides. 

Scott giggled and laughed, cackling the moment Jeremy’s hands reached his lower ribs. He felt so vulnerable at that moment. 

Scott was on night 4 of his job as a security guard. And truth is, he was starting to regret getting this job. No one told him the animatronics that were made to entertain, were gonna move around at night. looked in every camera angle he could. He checked the back rooms, the main party room, and the hallways to make sure no one was getting close.

He looked at the right side: His heart skipped a beat…

Bonnie was there. He looked at the left side: Chica was there.

Uh oh…Scott was growing terrified and nervous that they were gonna catch him. He tried to close the door, but to his horror: the door wouldn’t close!

“Wait, WHAT?!” Scott reacted, trying over and over again to close the door.

Scott fixed his glasses and gulped. He was really gonna die tonight. This was the end. May he at least die peacefully and quickly…Goodbye world…

“EEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Chica screamed his metallic scream into his face.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Scott shouted, freezing in place.

Chica picked him up and threw him to Bonnie, who was standing there too. Bonnie stared at him with his red eyes, and was about to throw him back. But Scott was quick and desperate. He wrapped his arms around Bonnie’s neck, and refused to let go. Bonnie tried to rip Scott off him, but Scott yelped and held on tight.

By then, Freddy had walked himself into the room as well and had quickly noticed the situation. Scott was holding onto Bonnie for dear life, while Bonnie was struggling to pull him off without hurting him. Scott was also shaking his head with every pull Bonnie tried.

So, Freddy walked up with an idea in mind: He wrapped his arms around Scott and pulled back as well.

Scott held on with every bit of strength that he had. But his strength began to grow compromised. And Freddy was NOT helping him.

“Huh?!” Scott reacted at first, lifting his head up in surprise as he tried to look at Freddy out of the corner of his eye.

Freddy’s grip was loosening…and instead of pulling him more, Freddy grabbed his sides and started squishing them.

Scott widened his eyes as a wobbly smile quickly grew onto his face. He hung his head in slight defeat as he started to kick his feet to get Freddy to stop. To make matters worse, Freddy started making weird, metallic growling noises. Those growling noises seemed to make Scott blush…And he didn’t know why. But what he did understand was how quickly he was losing his grip. The side-squishing was making him titter and loosen his strong grip. “Hhhhhehehe-” Scott accidentally let out, losing his composure rather quickly.

Then suddenly, the tickling stopped. It just…halted.

Scott lifted his head and turned his head around, wondering what he was doing. “Wh…What-”

Freddy’s hands then started back up again, but really quickly this time! Scott gasped and wiggled around as he quickly broke from the stronger tickles. “KhhhAHAHA! HAhahahahaha- Dohohon’t dohoho thahahat! Ihihihit tihihicklehes!” Scott told them, leaning his head against his right shoulder.

Bonnie moved his fingers up to Scott’s armpits, and started pushing against them gently.

Scott squealed and dropped his arms then and there. “NOHOHOHO- Uh oh!” Scott yelped as he was pulled away from Bonnie and turned around to face Freddy. Scott closed his eyes as Freddy scanned him with his eyes.

When he was done, Freddy looked up. “Wrong person.” Freddy told them.

Bonnie and Chica nodded in response. “We could have fun with him though…” Chica told Freddy.

Freddy tilted his head and opened his mouth. “How?”

Chica walked up and lifted up Scott’s arm. Scott quickly began to protest. “Wait! What are- EEEEEK! NOHOhahahaha!” Scott laughed as his armpit was tickled.

Once Chica stopped tickling him, Freddy straightened his head and grabbed the nametag that was on his shirt:

[Scott]

“His name is Scott.” Freddy told them.

Scott nodded and looked up at Freddy.

Freddy opened his jaw, as if he was smiling. “This could be fun.” Freddy teased.

Bonnie walked up and gently took Scott in his arms. He started tickling his sides and belly in an attempt to get him laughing again. And boy, did that work!

“Hehehehehey! HAhahaha!” Scott threw his head back. “Nohohoho dohohon’t!” Scott giggled.

Freddy picked up the foot that was kicking the air at that moment. He started to untie the shoelace and remove the shoe.

Scott gulped with fear. “Plehease- Myhyhy feheheet ahare reheheheally bahahad! Ahanywhehehere but thehehere!” Scott begged.

Freddy tilted his head and lowered his nose as he started tickling the socked foot with his fat fingers.

“BAHAAAA! HAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Scott laughed, throwing his head back as he laughed.

Freddy lessened the tickling just a little bit by scratching Scott’s foot with only one finger. Scott tightened his fists and shook his head as he switched from giggling, to laughing, to giggling again. “Thihihis ihihisn’t FAHAHAIRRR!” Scott pleaded.

Freddy chuckled as he listened to Scott laugh. He had quite the childish laugh going on. It was honestly really cute to listen to!

“Would you rather I tickle with all my fingers?” Freddy asked. Scott widened his eyes and shook his head. “NOhoho- Dohohon’t!” He begged.

“Too late…” Freddy started scratching all 4 of his fingers up and down the man’s foot.

“AAAHAHAHAHA! EEEhehehehehe! NOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” Scott begged. Bonnie was tickling one side at a time, with only one hand. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Bonnie teased.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIT’S TOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” Scott begged. “Poor Scott…” Freddy teased. “Too ticklish for his own good!” Freddy teased. Scott widened his eyes as he heard his name come out of the animatronic. Excuse me?! He was NOT too ticklish…

Was he?

Chica walked up and stuck his fingers into Scott’s neck. Not only were Chica’s hands cold, but they were also super tickly. Chica was tickling his neck at the moment, to get some giggles out. And boy, did Scott deliver! “EEEehehehehe! Chihihicahahahaha! Stahahahap!” Scott begged. “Who knew such a human could be so ticklish!” Chica reacted.

“Ihihihi dihihihid!” Scott replied. Chica stopped tickling Scott and picked up Scott from Bonnie’s arms. “I got him this time.” Chica told Bonnie.

“Awww…” Bonnie muttered.

Freddy had stopped tickling his foot around the time that Chica started tickling his neck, so Freddy was mostly watching at this point.

Bonnie took the moment to tickle Scott’s chin with his fat fingers. “You’re not scared of us now, are you?” Bonnie asked.

Scott moved his chin away and looked at him from the corner of his eye. “No…I never was.” Scott told them.

“Really?” Freddy asked. “Because I think I remember you screaming at Chica!” Freddy reacted.

“Chica jumpscared me!” Scott argued.

“Oh boohoo.” Chica teased, tickling his side.

Scott threw his head back and giggled. “Hehehehehe! Cohohohome Ohohohon!” Scott begged.

“Come on? What do you mean come on?” Chica asked.

“Hahahavehen’t yohohohou tihihickled mehehehe ehenohohough tohodahahahay?” Scott asked.

“Nope! Not as much as we’d like to!” Chica replied.

“Buhuhuhuhut whyhyhyhy?”Scott asked.

“Because you’re just really fun to tickle!” Chica replied.

“Ahahaham nahahahat!” Scott argued.

“Are too!” Chica argued back. “Ihihihi knohohow I’m nahahat!” Scott argued.

“Well that’s a big fat lie. And I’m gonna prove it to you.” Chica decided. Chica grabbed him by the sides, and held him up to Freddy. “Your turn to tickle!”

“Yay!” Freddy cheered, clapping his hands.

Freddy leaned in and started tickling Scott’s somewhat squishy belly. Scott squeaked and giggled while wiggling around. “NAHAHAhahaha! Freheheheheddy plehehehehease!” Scott begged.

“Please what? Please tickle you more? Why, I’d love to!” Freddy reacted. Scott squealed helplessly and shook his head. “Nohohohoho! Thahahahat’s nahahahat-”

“I know…I’m just teasing.” Freddy replied.

“Meheheheheanihihie…” Scott muttered.

“Excuse me?!” Freddy reacted. “I heard that, Scott.” Freddy reacted. “Yohohou dihihidn’t hehehear ahanythihihing!” Scott told him as he giggled.

“That’s it.” Freddy lifted Scott’s shirt up, and poked the man’s belly button.

“BAHAAAA! NAAAAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Scott screamed!

“Wow! What a laugh!” Freddy reacted. “You sure have a lot of laughs in one person!” Freddy reacted. Scott’s laughter lessened into giggles as he tried to get out of Chica’s grip. “Ihihihi neeheheheed ohohout, plehehehease!” Scott begged. “One more thing?” Freddy asked. “Okay! One more thing.” Chica replied. “I really like this belly button of yours, Scott!” Freddy told him as he stuck his finger into his belly button again.

Scott SCREAMED all over again and cackled loudly. “OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY! EHEHEHENOHOHOUGH! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Scott begged. “Alright! The tickly teddy bear is finished.” Freddy told him. “Ohthankgod-...phew…thank goodnehehess…” Scott muttered softly, going limp in Chica’s arms.

Chica giggled and sat Scott down in the nearby chair. “Do you need some water?” Chica asked. “Yehes…Please…” Scott replied. Someone else walked in with a water bottle in his hand. “Way ahead of ya, me hardy.” The animatronic said. This animatronic revealed himself to be none other than Foxy. “I could hear ya laughin’ from across the buildin’!” Foxy told him. “Re…Really?” Scott asked. “And yellin’.” Foxy added. “But I don’t blame ya. We’re pretty scary.” Foxy joked.

Scott chuckled to himself before drinking some water. The water felt really good against his dry throat. And despite Foxy’s joke about being scary…Foxy wasn’t wrong. The animatronics were kinda scary…