Me: Me first FNAF fanfic. Please don't kill me. ;-;
It's so dark…
Why is it so dark?
Why can't I remember why it's so dark?
My mind… it's so… fuzzy.
Who…
Who am I?
Foxy's eyes snap open. His eyes dart back and forth, trying to find that voice. Who was speaking? Why did its voice sound so familiar?
… It might've been the wind. It might've been the children yelling. But it sounded like a whisper. As if someone was speaking through his ears.
Foxy sighs and pushes himself off the ground. He goes up to the purple curtain and opens it just a sliver.
He can see young children running around, playing games, eating pizza and singing along to Freddy's band.
His ears droop slightly and he drops the curtain. It sways a little. He knew the voice sounded familiar. He just knew it.
He sat down on his pile of fake doubloons and rested his head on his metal hand. This was bugging him. It felt as if the answer is right in front of him, but it's so hard to reach.
It seemed as if that voice was… haunting him. Ha. Haunting. Him? That makes him scoff.
He leans back a little and heard a sound. A loud clatter.
He got up and peered through the curtains. At the front door, two men were pulling a large wooden crate into the pizzeria.
The manager seemed to be yelling at them. I'm guessing to be careful. The two men wheeled the box over near the stage and the manager took a microphone.
"Attention, we are closing soon in two minutes. I repeat, we are closing in two minutes."
The parents called their kids back to them and they all started leaving. Foxy tilted a brow. What were they taking up their? What's in that crate?
He wanted to run up there and find out for himself. But he'll break the rules…
The two men pushed the large box up the small steps and plopped it to its bottom. One of them took a crow bar and pushed it into a crevasse. He starts grunting as he pulled and finally, the top fell to the ground with a thud.
The manager smiles cheekily.
The two men grab the thing in the box and drag it out. The thing was covered under a big white sheet.
Why do they have to make Foxy so antsy?
The manager goes up to it and lifts it from behind the sheet, away from Foxy's eyesight.
He drops the sheet and looks to the two men. "You two did well! This looks brand new!"
The two smiled. The manager pays them and they leave. The manager puts his hands on his hips and grins happily.
"I can't wait to set you up!" He said to the sheet, as if it'll respond.
He lift up his wrist and looks at his watch. 10:42.
Just an hour or so for Mike to come in. He starts having the feeling of being watched and turns to where Pirate Cove was.
Foxy quickly stepped back and lets the curtain drop back.
The manager tilted a brow, but shrugged. He turns to the door and leaves the pizzeria, locking the door behind him.
Foxy was about to go out into the dining hall, but then remembered he has to wait till midnight.
Also, the janitor will be here soon.
Crap.
Foxy went back to his pile of doubloons and sat on them. He waited patiently for the clock to chime for midnight.
But it seems as if the clock was betraying him. Time felt slower than ever!
Finally, he hears the door open and close. Mike was here now. So that means it's almost midnight.
After about five minutes, give or take, the clock finally struck twelve.
Foxy hopped off his pile of plastic gold and peeked through the curtains. He looked up to where the camera was located.
The red light wasn't blinking, so that means Mike wasn't checking on him. He flung the curtains open and hurried over to Freddy and the gang's stage.
But when he got there, the white sheet was in a pile on the floor. Freddy was towering over the sheet.
Foxy sighed in an annoyed tone and walked up on stage. Freddy turned his head when the sound of Foxy's creaky limbs were climbing the small steps.
"What'd ye think yer doing, bear?" Foxy asked through his teeth. Freddy just turned his head back to the sheet.
Foxy went up to him and peered over the bear's shoulder. There was an object of some sort on the ground.
Freddy leaned over and picked up the thing carefully. Foxy got a better look at it. It was a finger. A white finger.
Eh? A finger? That doesn't make sense.
"Why's there a finger?" Foxy asked, "Where's the landlubber?"
"How should I know?" Freddy said dully. Foxy's brows furrowed, "But it was 'ere right next ta ya!"
Freddy nodded, "True. But we never saw it move."
Foxy hunched a little, annoyed that the bear, bunny nor duck have seen the thing. This was killing him!
When the hell did it go!?
Foxy returned to Pirate Cove and sat on his doubloons again. He didn't feel like trying to kill Mike.
This… thing… was seriously eating at him. Also, how did it get around the main three? Could it teleport like Freddy and the others?
Foxy sighed and started playing with his hook a little. (A/N If they're sane people out there, they'll know he's playing with his hand)
The sun was slowly rising as the night ended. Bonnie and Chica went back to their places and got into position.
Foxy's eyebrows furrowed. The thing HAS to return by now. It's not allowed to wander in the day time. So it should return to its spot under the sheet.
He peeked through the curtains again. But, his jaw dropped. The thing was back under the sheet!
Dammit!
Again, how!? He wasn't sure if this thing could teleport or he's just not paying attention.
… Maybe the latter.
Me: Well this is short. But yeah. Anyways, I hope you like it. Also, no, the thingy doesn't teleport. It's just too hard to pay attention to. :P
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Teddy: See ya at the next chapter!