Why Foxy and Chica? BECAUSE WHY NOT.
Why in an android form? BECAUSE F*CK YOU, THAT'S WHY.
Naaah, I'm just playing with ya.~ I'm well aware that Five Nights of Freddy's is a game full of jumpscares and murderous animatronics but the fanfiction community is good at giving cute fluffy stories of various shippings. I've grown attached to the Foxy/Chica shipping because it's kind of cute.~ Heck, Foxy and Bonnie are hot too but I'll settle with this shipping for a while.~
Please review and favorite and follow if you like this story! I might make it a collection of fluffy one-shots... We'll see!~
NOTE: This takes place when original Foxy is the cause for the bite of '87, not Mangled!
Oh, and Foxy and Chica are still robots but with a human appearance! That's the meaning of an android, right?~
In a Heartbeat
00: Solicitude
"Foxy...?"
It was an adorable title, giving obvious hints of a relation to a certain playful fox. Upon hearing it, all were reminded of the legendary treasure hunter and the uncontrollable monstrosity since '87. Even though it was merely a title, it was enough to send chills down any human's spine, immobilizing them for a brief moment as they recalled the frightening, blood-spurting bite. Nobody expected something so disastrous to happen. Nonetheless, being this early in the era of creating self-conscious technology, the possibility of a machine becoming a bloodthirsty murderer was very much real.
The title was the robot's burden to bear as he endured the other disgusting names such as 'monster' or 'the Devil's spawn'. He was confused at how mere words could crush and beat him down, but the pain was too much to bear. Whenever he faced a child or mechanic, he was often met with same expressions: fear and hate.
Honey, get away from him! Quickly!
If you stare at him for too long, he might just bite your fucking head off.
Even if his face alone is nightmare fuel.
He was almost glad he was concealed from the public by a single star-print curtain. It was as though he wanted the isolation, the door closed before he could hurt another soul.
"F-Foxy..."
The tanned android trembled slightly as he recognized that voice. His yellow eyes flickered faintly, dim with the absence of hope. Synthetic strands of burnt umber messily adorned his head that raised in a painfully slow manner. Due to neglect, his mechanical body was stiff without the lubricating drops of oil. The outermost layer of skin was torn in many places, the gaping wounds deep enough to reveal some circuitry and the endoskeleton. Creaks accompanied his rusty movement and it made him cringe in discomfort, his expression shown by the apparent grimace on his face.
The head that poked through the curtains belonged to a lassie he had known for a long time. She was a bubbly character that went by the name of 'Chica'. Chica lived on a farm and was known for her undying passion for nature, especially animals. Freddy Fazbear admired her merited ability to spread the love for nature, offering her a place in his small team and a life supply of pizza. Together with Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy, she pledged to work doubly hard to teach the children the joy of learning and to cherish life.
That was the story built in her artificial mind even though she herself knew she didn't live among cows, horses and chickens. Foxy was reassured and relieved that the little lass didn't smell as though she had wrestled in mud.
Needless to say, the pirate was dumbfounded by the female's insatiable appetite.
He fancied the violet resplendence in her orbs that were brimming with life and emotion. Her blonde pixie hair caressed her lightly blushing cheeks, but that signature smile on her face was no more. Replaced by a frown, he knew that she was upset about something. The nervousness laced in her voice added on to the evidence.
"Anything troubling yer mind, beauty?" A grim chuckle croaked from his throat. He was surprised that she, out of all people, would come and visit him. He was expecting some employee to drop by, pick him up and dump him as trash outside. He was certain his life in Fazbear Entertainment would be over. Fortunately, that wasn't the case.
Chica was silent for a moment, her lips pursed tightly. She wondered if his memory database was already screwing up since he had been in disrepair for some time. He behaved as though he was just introduced to the pizzeria yesterday. Like a kid, she would stare at him with a pout.
"You act like your days were full of sunshine," She sounded with a sigh. With an audible 'hup!' she stepped onto the miniature stage, edging close to the unmoving bot. She felt her mechanical heart throb achingly as she realized the state of ruin his body was in. Her smooth digits lightly touched the cold surface of his arm, brushing against the exposed wires. She murmured with her eyes widened in shock, "T-they did this to you...?"
Instinctively, the taller male stumbled backwards with an awkward gait, "W-whoa, Lassie! Not too close now—"
He struggled to shield the scars of neglect, overwhelmed by embarrassment as though he was naked. The unpleasant creaks made the situation even more awkward. It took time for him to recover, "They did nothing and left me as I was. Time would perfectly explain these charming wounds."
"And I thought you were long dead..." Chica inched away to give him room, relief seeping into her tone, "Bonnie was telling me these crazy stories about you in the dumpster and Freddy was certain you'd be thrown into the furnace..."
"..."
"They're out of their minds, I know," She audibly agreed, taking a peek behind the curtain to see if the said androids were present. When the results were negative, she turned to him with an expression of comfort and reassurance, "Lucky us.~ I think they haven't woken up— it's only a little after twelve, anyway."
She drew the wrinkly curtains open, immediately hopping off the stage to retrieve something. The dim moonlight that seeped through the frosty windows enhanced the female droid's features: her curvaceous figure was indeed the quintessence of beauty. Her pallid smooth legs crossed over each other as she walked. Her outfit did resemble a typical cowgirl's, the jacket replaced by the white bib. The words on the bib amused him greatly but he chose not to say anything against it.
"What are ye doing...?" He inquired as she returned with a heavy metallic box. She hauled it onto the mini stage and joined him once more, now closing the curtain behind her. A light shade of cerise tainted the male's cheeks, his mind running with the many possibilities that could happen with her and the curtains drawn closed. He cursed himself for having such ill thoughts since he couldn't imagine their friendship becoming something that it shouldn't be.
Chica merely kneeled down to open the box, her expression lacking any noticeable difference. She fished out a flashlight as well as a couple of other nifty tools.
Tools...? "Lass?"
"Bonnie taught me how to patch up wounds. Even I can't take the pretty sight of those... wires," She honestly voiced, shining the artificial light on his various wounds. The porcelain layer of skin festered, but it appeared treatable.
"Ye don't have to fix them—"
"Shh." She silenced him immediately by poking his nose, "If no one fixes you, who's going to do it?
"... Aye, but I'm destined to rot," His heavy lids covered his eyes as he sighed. Veracity was interlaced in his words since the pizzeria didn't plan to bring him back to the big stage anytime soon or ever.
His violence was uncalled for, deserving the severest of punishments. The inevitable fate of decaying until his death was something he would already embrace. He didn't mind retirement if it ensured the safety and protection of the children.
"That isn't true," Her objection jolted him from his train of thought. Her hands gripped his torn shirt so tightly she crushed the clumps of fabric grasped in her fists. Opening his eyes widely, Foxy met with her determined gaze, "I know there are people who miss you— people who enjoyed your performances and want to hear and see more from you.
"You may not know this... but ever since that day, I've seen kids cry because they never got to see you again... They came back everyday to see if you were put back at the Cove. They asked Freddy, Bonnie, me..." Her body began to quiver, shaken by the vivid memories, "I honestly thought you were done for... B-but to know that you're alive and still functioning...
"I'm glad," Her final words were woven with the strongest of human emotions. A genuine smile beamed at him, surprising as well as tranquilizing him. If she was really human, gems of tears would have already surfaced at her lids. The pastel blush on her cheeks darkened as if she was embarrassed by her spoken words. Foxy needed no further validation— her words were her truth. He was indeed touched by her broadcast but didn't know how to properly respond to that. His eyes fixated on hers, his lips curving into a smile.
"Thank you," He whispered, his mechanical body beginning to shiver like hers as well. It was certainly difficult to contain many emotions at one time, but he was more fixated on her impacting words. Chica eventually let go of him, her smile faltering as she realized the crumpled spots on his shirt.
"I—I'm sorry," She apologized, but he merely waved a hand dismissively.
He chuckled, "A pirate never cares for whether or not he looks presentable."
"I do, though," The female grumbled, her eyebrows slanting in concern. Her smile didn't fade completely however. She proceeded to hold the small flashlight in her conveniently expanding mouth, concentrating on improving the state of his wounds.
Foxy let his eyes rest as he felt his pain receptors twitch whenever she accidentally pulled a wire. The discomfort didn't show on his face, nor did he feel that there was a need to show it. He could tolerate and pull through without making a single complaint. The physical pain that he endured over the years had reduced to an annoying, trivial sting. It no longer seemed significant to him.
He paused to envisage the day he would be allowed to perform once again. The mirthful laughter of children filled him with nostalgia. A wistful sigh exuded from his parted lips, "I owe ye a lot, me Lass."
"... Ten pizzas."
"Ah?" His yellow eyes reopened, staring down at the female who was occupied with the rearrangement of colored wires, "Come again?"
"Ten pepperonis with extra cheese," She tilted her blonde head up, her cheeks puffed up like a small child's, "And a chocolate fudge brownie."
Despite her words, he knew he owed her much more. "Aye, aye.~"
Much, much more. "... Twenty pizzas!"