I sit in Kid's Cove, thinking what to do with this boredom, and with a pirate named Foxy staring at me. I clear my throat and wave my hand in front of his face.
"Hello? Earth to Foxy." I say with a small smirk. He shakes his head snapping out of his daze.
"Er- um, yes lass? Were ye talkin' to me?" He asks slightly nervous. I shake my head and chuckle.
"Nope, but why are you staring at me? I'm not that beautiful. Rather not beautiful at all." I say with an amused expression. Foxy rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
"Lass, your heart is beautiful and that is ta only thing that matters. Plus at least you're better lookin' than Chica. Her heart is scary and she just is obnoxious." He explains. I have an amused expression.
"Okay then." I finish and Scott walks in, I glance at him, "You bored Mr. Cawthon?" I ask with a smirk.
"Well yes, Ms. Sullivan." He replies with a chuckle.
"Well, I was about to get up and throw a pie at Chica, if you're interested in tagging along, I have two pie pans and two bottles of whipped cream." I say. Scott's face lights up with joy, I guess I just found his solution. I look at Foxy, and he was annoyed. Probably because Scott is here. I shake my head and chuckle.
"Foxy, do you not want us to cream Chica?" Scott asks. Foxy shakes his head.
"I'm okay with it. But I don't want the lass comin' and complainin' ta me if she gets creamed. I can't stand her whining." Foxy says and stands up. I cover my mouth, close to laughing.
"Well, okay then." I say.
"Ok, we will tell her not to cry to you, but to Freddy." Scott says. Foxy nods in agreement and walks out to a different room. Most likely the party room. I head out of the room too and walk down the hall. Scott follows behind.
"Alright, let's go." I say and Scott nods. I hand him my phone so we can take a picture of Chica for Foxy. "I've always wondered," Scott says, I look at him, "why do you hate Chica so much? Like, what did she do to you to make you throw bricks at her and dump cold water on her?" he asks. I shrug.
"Well, first off, I am an original prankster, second of all, ever since second grade, she has made my life miserable, she has made me cry, she picked fights with me, she threw me under the bus and got me accused of bullying a special-needs kid in fifth grade, and she blew my chances at a boy I really liked, and she took my best friend, also took the boy I really like... again." I explain. Scott stops and stares at me surprised.
"Wow, for a girl like Chica," He begins and starts walking again, "you'd expect a sweetheart from her, but wow, she basically ruined your social life. And now I know who your crush is." Scott says with a smirk. I blush and scoff jokingly.
"Thanks Scott, you boosted my self-esteem a whoppin' two percent!" I say jokingly with a smile. He laughs and shakes his head.
We arrive at the kitchen. I grab the aluminum pans and whipped cream, then fill them with the whipped cream and hand one to Scott.
We walk around looking for Chica. The only place that we didn't think to look is Pirate's Cove. Scott and I walk to Pirate's Cove and I glimpse in quickly. She is in there and looks like she just got there. Yes! I look at Scott and nod, letting him know she is in there. Chica turns around and Scott and I quickly hide behind each side of the tattered purple curtains. Maybe I'll talk to Bonnie about re-doing Pirate's Cove for Foxy. Back to Chica, she was alert at first, but now she isn't. Our time to strike.
I wave at Scott to get his attention. We both know sign-language, so I speak to him using gestures. He replies with other gestures.
"Oh Chica! Come out and play!" I say playfully to sound more creepy. I sense her flinch and turn around swiftly.
"M-Mangle?" She asks with a slight accent of fear. I stay quiet and I nod to Scott then I show five fingers and count down. Five, four, three, two, and finally one. We jump in and fire at her with our pies. I get her in the center of her face. Bulls eye! Chica looks mad for a second then laughs.
"Mangle! You jerk!" Chica says still laughing. Scott and I laugh because she looks ridiculous. Scott pulls out mine and his phone and snaps a picture quickly. I laugh more. "Hey!" Chica shouts and she still has her "innocent" smile. She looks at me and flings whipped cream on my face. Scott laughs and takes another picture.
"You guys are crazy." He smirks. I look at him.
"Oh really?" I say and wipe whipped cream on his shirt, "How crazy?" I ask. He looks at his shirt.
"Seriously?" Scott says wiping it off and puts it in my hair, "Very crazy." he finishes. Chica then throws some cream on us. That triggers the pie fight and we go back and forth until we are covered in whipped cream.
Foxy walks in and if he were in his animatronic form, his jaw would literally unhinge and drop to the floor because of how covered we were. He looks at all of us, we are covered in whipped cream. He looks angry, but I know he is doing it to mess with Chica.
"She did it!" Chica says quickly and points at me as if she were a little girl avoiding in getting into trouble.
"Yeah! I did it all!" I shout with a giant smile.
"This is ta pie prank? It looks like ye guys put whipped cream on ta floor and rolled around in it!" Foxy says and starts laughing. Chica sighs with relief.
"Alrighty then." Scott says.
"Mangle, ye look like a clown." Foxy says looking at me. I smile.
"Well I won't be the only one looking like a clown." I say and take ahold of his arm and smear whipped cream on his face.
"Oh ye little punk!" He yells and laughs. Then we start putting whipped cream on each other like there is tomorrow.
I hear Chica sigh, but I don't turn to her and ask her what's up. Scott whispers to her and they both walk out. About five minutes later, I stop creaming Foxy. We laugh for a little.
"Who knew we could have so much whipped cream covering us?" I ask. Foxy shrugs and smiles.
"I don't know short-stack, but it be time you go get cleaned up. Ya got whipped cream in your hair. Also, tomorrow is performance day for ye Miss Mangle. Break a leg." Foxy replies and hugs me before I walk out. I have a smile, then I frown when I realize I have to turn into an animatronic for a week. Ugh.