(This idea is...foolish yes, but personally it's happening and I don't plan on ridding myself of it. I did some thinking, and I recall that there's nothing regarding Resident Evil...and Five Night's at Freddy's that's not full of humor. So I'll be the first I guess. Please enjoy, and I hope I don't mess stuff up anytime soon. And yes, I'm still working on the Tales of the Butcher trilogy; I just don't want to see it end so soon.)
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was silent at night...well, silent not counting the clanking of animatronics moving around. The new Security Guard; Matt, was currently freaking out. Ever since the grand re-opening and him getting hired to replace Mike on the night shift; things had hit the fan the second the lights went out. Armed with only a Freddy Fazbear head, Matt felt that eventually they'd smarten up...and the suit would be awaiting him.
"Oh shit..." He whimpered, as he watched the security feed. Both Freddys were active, as well as both Bonnies, and even both Chicas, as well as that abomination called a Foxy. The original Foxy was nowhere to be seen, but Matt knew better. He knew what the old captain was capable of...he just hoped that they weren't like the others...
Meanwhile, at the moment, Foxy resided in Pirate's Cove, waiting once more. He knew the others were on the move; he knew they were trying to get the new kid; they'd been at this for the past 4 nights. This final night...they weren't sparing any expenses. He still questioned the biggest thing possible.
How?
How could he exist; him and the others? They were animatronics. How could they be real? These thoughts left his unknown mind when he heard a mechanical scream, and Matt's scream of pain. The animatronic fox's head perked up, and he slowly stood and pulled back the curtain with his hook. He knew damn well that wasn't an endoskeleton...and he needed to do something about it. As he had done with Mike; he bolted from the stage, and rushed down the hall, following the metallic shuffling of feet until he found the backstage, and the other animatronics, with the wounded Matt; his leg and arm broken, and some blood trickling down his forehead. Upon seeing him, the newer Freddy turned, and seemed a bit taken back.
"Foxy? Didn't know you'd come off stage tonight." He looked to the old Freddy, who had Matt by the scruff of his shirt. "Well don't worry old captin; we'll deal with the endoskeleton."
"I don' think ya should be doin' that." His voice box sputtered, causing the others to all look to him. The old Freddy cocked his head. "Foxy, don't you want to follow the rules?" The pirate fox clenched his hand, as he raised his hook.
"You tried t' stuff me in a suit; all o' you guys! I thought you were me buckos!" In a flash, Matt was next to him; Foxy having grabbed him and dragged him away from the others. "Well if you want t' follow t' damned rules, you're gonna have t' get by t' captain first!" Both Freddy's stared at Foxy with a look of malice, before the new Freddy spoke first.
"Bonnie, Chica, deal with our old friend. And make sure to dismember him correctly this time." The newer Bonnie was the first to move, sloppily running at Foxy, only for the captain to duck right and bring his hand down on his neck; surprised to hear metal break and the animatronic rabbit stagger a bit before Foxy brought his knee up into his stomach; denting the metal inwards.
"Jus' like I expected Bonnie, they've made ye too damn weak!" He raised his hook, and drove it down, impaling his head violently before jerking his hook down; sending Bonnie to the ground face first and ending him by stomping on his head. Chica was next; the newer one being slimmer and faster...but she didn't expect Foxy to jab his hook out; the animatronic chicken stopping when she was impaled through the neck. "Ye too Chica; they should 'ave kept ye th' ole way; least then it wouldna be too easy t' do this." His fist connected with her face, and she hit the ground; bolting up for a second and attempted to lunge at Foxy...but she completely forgot how fast he was; already standing behind her and his hook dug into her back. "I'd feel bad fer this, but personally I ne'er liked ye anyhow." He jerked his arm back, and sent her into the wall, shattering her into pieces. The old Freddy shook his head, as he watched the fox keep the wounded man close. "He's right about that; they made the new us too weak; but don't worry my younger self," He snapped his robotic fingers, and the original Bonnie suddenly barreled at Foxy, "The band should get the job done." Foxy managed to stab his hook into Matt's collar and drag him from the hulking bunny; getting him out of harms way as he used his speed to move back to the stage and hurl the man atop it. Turning, he watched Bonnie continue running at him as he picked up a chair from the ground; holding it firm, and crossing his hook to keep a good hold on it. "Ye were once a good scallywag Bonnie, torn asunder 'n made t' feel like me...but t' be honest I be about t' enjoy this fer ye tryin' t' stuff me in a suit." The second Bonnie got close enough Foxy slammed the metal folding chair into his head; damaging it further, and without missing a beat he planted his foot in his chest; sending the bunny to the ground as Foxy repeatedly bludgeoned his head until it was gone, and Bonnie finally shut down for good. "Rest in peace Bonnie...ye deserve it." He spoke, as he stepped over the body, and ducked past a pan that was suddenly hurled at him. Chica stood there, the decrepit chicken letting out a mechanical screech before throwing more at him. Foxy ducked and dodged them, a few hitting him every so often.
"Fer farrgs sake Chica, fight fair!" He said, knocking a pot away with his hook. "Don't make me beat ye wit' a chair like I did Bonnie!" She continued to throw pans and pots, before Foxy snatched up a pot and threw it at her; watching it connect with her head before grabbing a chair and smashing it against her head. She hit the ground sputtering a few more things before she finally went still, same as Bonnie.
"Well ye're gone...now where are th' Freddys..."
"Right here Foxy." He turned, and was met with a fist to the snout; making him hit the ground suddenly, as he barely rolled away from another punch.
"You were always a good captain Foxy," The new Freddy spoke, as he managed to grab Foxy by the front of his chest and lift him up enough to punch him several times. "But I'm the ringleader of this circus of fun. The old me left me this to run, to entertain kids. You wanna take that away from them?"
"I doubt th' sprogs wants t' be entertained by a murderer." Freddy chuckled, before throwing Foxy across the room; the pirate landing on his back.
"Funny...I could say the same about you." He approached Foxy, and before he could finish him, the fox bolted up, and jammed his hook into his chest, before flipping him and slamming him into the ground. "Aye, I made a mistake, 'n paid fer it," He said, not giving Freddy even a moment to get up before grabbing a pot and smashing it on his head several times. "But unlike ye I be tryin' t' make amends by savin' a life."
"You...think that'll obsolve you from guilt?"
"No, but beatin' th' shit out o' ye be a good start" He kept smashing and smashing until Freddy was sparking and sputtering, shaking a bit before one final it smashed his head and ended him.
"You corrected the new me, but sometimes the classics are better." Freddy stood on the stage, his foot on Matt's head as Foxy turned. "Take another step and the endoskeleton will be killed." The pirate stood for a moment, as his eyes darted about, and settled on a platter on the floor; having been knocked to the ground. In a flash, he scrapped it up and with his normal hand he sent it flying like a frisbee, watching it whirl past Freddy's head; the bear's eyes following it.
"If you thought that'd work; you're more foolish than I expected." He turned, and was sent back when Foxy sent his fist into Freddy's face; sending the bear stumbling away from Matt.
"I didn' wants it t' hit ye Freddy," He said, punching him again and again after he stabbed his hook into Freddy's shoulder to keep him still. "I jus' needed t' hit th' wall so ye'd mess up!" He continued his barrage of hits, until Freddy finally cluttered to the ground, still and unmoving.
"You were once me bucko Freddy; a damn good one too. But this needed t' be done t' save a life." He started to spark a bit, the prices of the fight now beginning to take their toll, as Foxy hoisted Matt up and slung his arm around his shoulder, dragging him out of the pizzeria and outside; the sun slowly beginning to rise on them.
"Don't worry, I be gonna get ye some help; best be a hospital a block or two from here." He continued to drag the man, seeing no one in the streets, as he continued to drag Matt, until the hospital came into view. Despite being a walking, talking, sentient animatronic, he still pressed on, and the hospital doors slid open. The receptionist, as well as the people in the lobby looked up, and all were both taken back and frightful. Foxy ignored them however, crossing the bleach white floor and approaching the counter, before he spoke again; despite his voice becoming staticy from his extended damages.
"M-m-me bucko be wounded; help him out...pl-p-p-please." He let Matt slump against the counter before going rigid himself, hitting the floor suddenly, shut down and recharging from the ordeal he had just went through, not feeling someone move him.
His servos reactivated and his eyes opened a bit lazily. Foxy took a moment to examine his surroundings, and concluded he was in a hospital room, sitting in a chair as he could clearly see Matt in the bed, both his arm and leg in a case, as well as having a bandage around his head.
"Where be I?" He asked no one in particular, as he watched the doctor walk in, and at first was a bit skeptical of the animatronic fox, but soon relaxed, and approached Matt's bed.
"Are you the one who brought him in?" He asked Foxy, who nodded a bit, the doctor resuming his speech. "I don't know who you are or how you've done it, but you got this young man here just in time. Had he been out there any longer he would have gone into shock and then death. Who exactly are you?"
"Me name be Foxy, th' Pirate Fox" The doctor seemed a bit weirded out, but heard the nurse call his name from the doorway, as he followed her out, leaving Matt alone with Foxy.
"Foxy?" The animatronic fox heard Matt speak up, his voice a bit groggy. He stood up and approached the young man; looking down at him; his actual expression hard to guess due to his damaged appearance. "Wha' be it Matt?"
"Thank you; for saving me from that...place. I didn't even know they'd get so damn bad on my last night."
"That always happens on th' last night; they really don't wants th' guards t' walk out 'n go tell others about wha' happened."
"Yeah but you risked everything to get me out, even turning on your own friends and allies."
"Son, they were me scallywags...a long long time ago; back afore I messed up 'n bit a wee poppet in th' head...puttin' them t' rest was kinda me way t' say thank ye fer tryin' t' stuff me in a Freddy suit 'n break me even further." They were stopped when the door shut, and Foxy turned to see a man standing at the door. A dark black suit coated him, and his hair was slicked back and combed neatly. His eyes were stern and serious, and he seemed beyond imposing.
"And who t' hell be you?" The man looked at Foxy for a few moments, before nodding a bit and opening his mouth to speak.
"My name's General Eli Richards of the United States Army; Special Forces. I've come under odd orders."
"'n those orders are?"
"To retrieve you; we have a crisis at the moment Foxy, in another state; we got some issues to deal with. The guys above me wanted me to come find you."
"And what t' hell be so special about me?"
"Well let's see, you're an animatronic fox with the remains of a kid inside you somewhere that gave you sentience which you used to defend a security guard from 6 other animatronics by yourself." Foxy actually wondered how he knew all this, before he spoke again. "I hacked th cameras shortly before the conflict; we've been watching Freddy's for a while ever since the incidents with the children. At first we were convinced you were a guy in a suit, but seeing you up close and in person proves it; you're an animatronic." Foxy cocked his head a bit, and then looked out the window.
"And what if I refuse? What if I refuse to go with you and help you guys out?"
"Then you take a few steps outside, and no doubt the cops will gun you down and exterminate you. Foxy, you bit a child; nearly killed her, and if the public knows you're on full free roam...well they could want you shut down for good, the hard way." As much as he hated to agree with Richards, he was right. There was no place in the world for him, especially since every so often he had a mental lapse and freaked out, what with him suddenly seeing memories of someone. He needed somewhere to go, something to do. Turning to Richards, a metallic sigh escaped his maw...despite not breathing.
"Alright Richards...ye got yourself a deal..."
To Be Continued...