YES! FINALLY!
After writing so much with Writer's Block being a PAIN IN THE FRIGGIN' BUTT, I managed to start the story
IT IS FINALLY HERE! The short awaited sequel to The Living Objects is here!
I am still alive and continue this story... I hope
And thank you to everyone who submitted your OCs through PM. For those who submit through review sections or by Guests ARE NOT ACCEPTED
Next time, please follow the rules.
And the audition is close! Sorry to those who are too late to submit
Also did you guys realized that I had secretly gave out a survey to you all? Out of everyone who submitted me your OCs only ONE had passed the survey. I am not that surprised, though. I actually know about the answers to the survey. But I am quite surprised that ONE had managed to pass the survey.
What kind of survey, you might ask? You'll find out ;)
Also, NOTE!
Your submitted OCs might be OOC in this story, since I am not quite familiar with this type of thing. So sorry!
AND!
I HAD to tone down your OCs a bit. I just had to. Sorry...
So! Onto the story!
There is nothing much in the first chapter BUT at least it's a start!
Quote of the story:
Ég Gaf Ykkur Von Sem Varð Að Vonbrigðum. Þetta Er Ágætis Byrjun
-Sigur Rós (Ágætis Byrjun)
Warning! Your OCs may be OOC!
Enjoy Reading And Review If You Feel Like It!
Chapter 1
A Familiar Beginning
Jeremy frantically looked back at his tablet to wind up the music box and quickly put it down to shine his flashlight at the animatronics at the hallway.
Toy Chica and Old Bonnie were there.
His finger was a blur as he rapidly shone his flashlights at them, disorienting them during the process.
He turned to his left and pressed the light button for the left vent, still in the process of shining his flashlight at the two animatronics.
Nothing was in the left air vent. Good.
Then, he heard some banging coming from the right air vent, soon followed closely by loud statics. He didn't need to look at the right air vent to know who was there.
Quickly, Jeremy put on his Fazbear suit and waited for the statics to disappear. He sat there motionless, a bit scared that he might not have time to wind up the music box because Mangle sure took her time at the air vent.
The statics finally disappeared and Jeremy quickly took off the suit and pulled up the tablet, didn't bother to shine his lights at the hallway in front of him. The music box was at the last warning and Jeremy was just a fraction faster to wind up the music box before Marionette got released.
He sighed in relief after he fully wound up the music box. He turned on the light to watch the puppet dropped back into his present box. He put down the tablet and nearly threw it up in the air.
Golden Freddy had just appeared and disappeared before him, nearly giving him a heart attack.
He cursed under his breath as he shone his flashlight at the hallway. Toy Chica and Old Bonnie were gone. Now it was Toy Freddy standing there and Mangle hanging upside down. He rapidly shone his light at them to disorienting them.
Then, he heard a child-like voice saying 'Hi!' and banging from the right air vent.
Sure enough, BB was there at the left air vent and Toy Bonnie at the right.
Jeremy threw on the suit and sat motionless at his chair. The light in his office began to flicker as Toy Bonnie slid into his view through the holes for the eyes. Then, it went dark for Jeremy and a 'Hello' was heard.
Slowly, the room began to fill with lights and Jeremy took off the Fazbear suit without hesitation and took out the tablet to wind up the music box. Once fully wound, he put down the tablet but put on the Fazbear suit in a flash.
Luckily he was fast enough, because Old Chica was there in the room with him.
Once the chicken had finally gone, Jeremy checked both air vents first before he picked up his tablet and wound up the music box. But he forgot to check the hallway.
Big mistake.
As Jeremy wound up the music box, rapid footsteps were heard and Foxy jumped into his face as he screamed in terror.
Somewhere around the pizzeria, Old Freddy looked up when he heard the screech. He knew that screech and came up to a conclusion.
"Well, it looks like the security guard has been caught," he stated and made his way to the security guard office. "Finally"
"So, who caught the guard?" Old Bonnie came up, holding her iconic red guitar over her shoulder. Before Old Freddy could shrug his shoulders, Toy Bonnie appeared beside Old Bonnie, mirroring her pose.
"Let's find out, shall we?" Old Freddy suggested as they made their way to the office. Sure enough, the others began to join the two and headed the same place.
Finally they had arrived and stared at the sight before them.
"FOXY! OWOWOWOWOWOWOW! STOP! NO, PLEASE, GOD PLEASE, STOP!"
"Ya try ta stop ol' Foxy from catchin' ya, aye ya landlubber!?"
"OW! NO! OW, ENOUGH WITH- OW! STOP!"
"Tryin' ta say somthin'!?"
"STOP! PLEASE, GOD, STAPH!"
"Ol' Foxy couldn' hear ya! Ya're screamin' too lou'!"
"STOP!"
Jeremy got himself in a headlock by none other than Foxy the Pirate Fox, who roughly scratched his knuckles onto Jeremy's head. Jeremy desperately trying to break free but he greatly failed at it. It was beholding sight to see.
"Brother, I think that's enough," Freddy said, barely containing his mirth. "If you rub any further, his head might catch on fire," he added.
Foxy stopped his playful torture and gazed up at the bear, to Jeremy's relief but still in a headlock.
"Ah woul' like ta see tha' happen," and with that he scratched his knuckles even rougher and harder and faster. Jeremy trashed frantically in his grip in pain.
"OWOWOW! FOXY!"
The others couldn't hold it back and started to laugh. Finally, Foxy released Jeremy from his grip. The security guard curled up and held his throbbing head, tears of pain streamed down his face.
Hey, grownups can cry, you know; especially out of pain.
"Oh, cheer up, lad. Ol' Foxy was messin' with ya," Foxy said, chuckling. He pulled Jeremy back onto his feet and patted his shoulder.
"You're doing it a bit too rough, you know, Foxy," Jeremy commented, wiping away the tears from his face. Foxy only merely laughed.
"Well, ain' tha' a fac," Foxy said. Before Jeremy could reply back, Foxy suddenly got assaulted by the girls. "OI! Like las' time, be gentle wi' Ol' Foxy! I be too ol' fer this stuff!" Foxy stumbled, holding his hook high into the air to avoid injuries.
"You caught him again, Papa!" OC squealed as she and the other girls increased their embrace on him.
"Well, ain' tha' a fac'!" Foxy commented, still stumbling around.
Since the past years the girls grew very fond of the pirate fox, a bit too fond for the pirate fox's likings but he didn't complain. They constantly gave him hugs and cuddles that matched with the children's. But the downside of the girls' hugs and cuddles was that they were heavier than the children.
Foxy once voiced that out and the next thing happened was that, Foxy ran around the pizzeria with the angry girls hot on his tail. But the situation, Foxy couldn't stop laughing as he kept running at their pace. He could easily outrun them, but he liked to tease them.
The three bears approached Jeremy as Marionette and BB watched the scene with amusement. This happened a lot, but it was still amusing to watch.
"So, Jeremy," Goldie started with a wide smile on his face. "That's a new record. This is your first caught since six months ago. You're getting better at the game," Goldie continued. Jeremy's sulk had entirely vanished and replaced with a proud smirk on his face.
"That's very impressive, Jeremy," Eddy added as Foxy still stumbling at the new weight. Jeremy smirked even wider.
"Well, what can I say," he said smugly as he stared at his fingernails. "I am the professional," he added as he rubbed his fingernails on his chest, acting cool and stuff. The bears were just stared at him with half-lidded eyes.
"Lassies, please ge' of off ol' Foxy, woul' ya!"
"Don't try to act cool and stuff, Jerry. You're still years away from Mr. Fazbear and Mike," Freddy said. The smirk on Jeremy's face faltered a bit but it didn't disappear.
"But still, I'm making a great progress. I'll beat their score in no time," Jeremy stated proudly. The three bears rolled their eyes.
"If Foxy didn't give you a chance, you would've got caught all the time," Eddy spoke. The smirk faltered again and disappeared a bit.
That was a fact, actually. Since the day Foxy began playing the Game he had his own rules. And since the day he played Foxy had giving Jeremy a lot of chances. Every time the night guard flashed his light at the hallway, the first sight greeted him was Foxy lying on his side on the floor, waving cheerfully at Jeremy. Each flicker of the flashlight had different pose Foxy gave.
"Stop latchin' onta me!" Foxy shouted before he gave a yelp when he finally fell to the ground with the girls piling on top of him. The girls gave a simultaneous yelp before they all laughed when Foxy fell. "Lassies," he wheezed. "Ol' Foxy may be made ou' o' wires and metals and circuits, he still nee' his space fer breathin'," he continued.
This wasn't the first time Foxy fell down because of the girls piling on him. But it was one of the rare things that would happen to him.
The girls giggled in unison before they removed themselves from piling on top of Foxy. They brushed themselves first before they helped their oldest member of the family getting back onto his feet. The girls stabilized Foxy when he stumbled a bit when he got back onto his feet. They held him gently until he finally regained his footing.
"Than' ye, lassies," he said to the girls, smiling at them. He patted each of them on the head like a kitten. It was the most common affection Foxy gave to everyone.
"You're welcome," they said in unison, smiling widely at their oldest family member. Foxy chuckled before the gained everyone's attention.
"Alrigh' ye landlubbers, teh Game be ova!" Foxy shouted and turned toward OC, smiling at her. OC smiled back at him.
"It's pizza time!" she shouted, earning a chorus of cheers from everyone. They all loved Chica's Pizza Special; who wouldn't? Without any word, everyone rushed toward the party room. They sat at their own specific seats, idly chatting and gossiping with each other.
Several of years had passed since the encounter of the so-called Purple Man. Several of years had passed since the return of Foxy the Pirate Fox. During those several of years, it had been very eventful for the crew of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
Since the grand reopening of the Pirate Cove, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria had gain much more popularity than ever. Despite the place was mainly for children, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria is one of the greatest tourist attractions of the country. The popularity of the pizzeria shot through the roof.
Since the encounter with the Purple Man Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria crews had been learning self-defense from Grandpa Foxy. It was excruciating, but it will be worth it in the future just in case something happen. He went easy on them, but he went a bit rougher than easy.
Maxwell Fazbear, creator of Foxy and the Old animatronics had passed away few years ago, and the crews took it hard. The animatronics were there, present at his funeral. The girls and BB were crying while the boys comforted them. When it was time for everyone to leave Foxy had lingered back to spend some alone time with his creator.
Old Chica had finally arrived with her pizzas and everyone cheered. Now, everyone was there.
Well, nearly everyone.
One seat was empty. Everyone had their gazes on one seat at the far end of the table. They all sighed in happiness. Some of them had their eyes swelling with tears.
It was the only chair that was empty. Although the chair was empty, a plate of two slices of pizza place in front of it and a tall glass of water.
Several years ago, the chair had been left untouched. Several years ago, the chair had gathered huge amount of dust that no one would believe that the chair was blood red in color. Several years ago, the owner of the chair had never been sat in that chair.
Now…
"Excuse Ol' Foxy fer being late again, mateys. I be gettin' ol' each day"
A certain red pirate fox slowly made his way to his seat and dropped into the chair. Everyone smiled widely at him.
Since Foxy had returned the crews had celebrated his returning. They had cleaned up the special chair that was only for him and they served him a whole pizza. They threw a party, even.
"Chica! Ye kno' Ol' Foxy couldn' ea' pizzas anymor'! It mad' me gears stuck togetha'!" Foxy complained as he pushed the plate of two pizza slices away from him. But he gratefully took the tall glass of water. He can't taste it, but it help to clean his insides.
They were still confused on why he was still in his animatronic form unlike every other Living Object which was flesh. But they brushed it off.
"Oops," Old Chica said sheepishly. "I guess I forgot… again," she added, softly knocking herself on the head with a sheepish smile on her face. Everyone laughed at her forgetfulness.
Everyone then turned their attention to their pirate fox. He was laughing softly; a bit too soft to be the usual Foxy laugh. His golden fangs glittered at the light's touch.
Their smiles lessened, hinting a small touch of sadness.
While it was eventful for the Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria it was even more eventful for Foxy the Pirate Fox. Most of them were saddening and depressing.
When Maxwell Fazbear passed away, Foxy had a hard time getting over it. He was Maxwell's greatest creation, and he was proud of it. It took Foxy a few days to finally perform on the stage.
Some of the parents to the children who always came to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria had passed away. Most of the passed away parents were the kids that had came to the pizzeria back before 1987, the ones that had a special place for Foxy in their hearts.
Their children came to the pizzeria to seek comfort because the place had become a part of their childhood. Most of the children ran to Foxy for comfort. He did his best to comfort their young hearts but he was still struggling to comfort his own old heart.
Since the grand reopening of the Pirate Cove and Foxy's returning, he had mysteriously got slower than before. While it was not visible to anyone, the Old animatronics seen it very obviously like a slap in the face.
Foxy had taken more rest than ever, now. Every time after his performance he would sit at the edge of his stage hunching over, resting. It wasn't something to be worry about since everyone also took their rest. But what made everyone worried was the duration Foxy took to rest.
In the early days after the grand reopening of the Pirate Cove, Foxy only took twenty minutes of resting. Now, after Maxwell's and the parents' death, the minimum was around two hours. It made everyone, the animatronics, the children, the employees and the parents, incredibly worried.
It may not seem possible, but Foxy looked like he was getting old.
But Foxy had stayed strong. He fell down but instantly back on to his feet. He slowed down but quickly sped up. He helped those who needed it. He entertained the children to make them happy.
He protected everyone and anyone who he loved and loved him back with every inch of his life until the day where he would move on to the afterlife.
