DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the content used in this fanfic, nor am I trying to steal the original product and pass it off as my own. This is just an adaption of the stories originally owned. The series is owned by this youtube channel: channel/UCr8O6yAciPCGKWBEIASK2lg and Five Nights at Freddy's is owned by Scott Cawthon.
With that out of the way, enjoy!
Inside of Circus Baby's Pizza World, a worker was preparing for the day in the boy's bathroom. He was giving himself a pep talk for encouragement.
"Okay, Foxy." He said. "It's your first day, at the new location. We can do this, we can make the kids happy, we have a new suit that I-" He paused for a moment, and stared down at his Funtime Foxy suit. "Okay, I don't exactly LOVE it. It's sleek, which is nice. It's better than the other one with the hook and the Orange skin, and the eye-patch. I kind of miss it right now..."
He stared down at his suit again. "But at least I can see out of both eyes, so I guess...yeah, that's a bonus! But the pink and white? No, don't like it that much. But, again. It's my first day, bit nervous, don't know anyone here."
He began to pace around the room. "This is a brand new day, brand new adventure at Baby Pizzas-" Once again, he stopped mid-sentence, pondering what he had just said. "Is it Baby Pizzas? No, no, no, it's...Circus Baby's Pizza World. Yeah, that's it." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Wow, I have to remember this, because if I don't, man. They're gonna yell at me, I'm gonna get so much, so much trouble happening to me."
This worker was calling himself Foxy. Definitely not because he was too lazy to use his own name at the moment, but because that was the name of the suit he was currently wearing.
"Okay, so let's do this!" He said, preparing to exit the bathroom. "Let's start our day! Grand opening is tomorrow, practice is today!"
He began to leave the bathroom, but as he exited, he tripped on a crack in the ground (the company hadn't fixed that yet) and bashed his head into the wall. He yelped as he fell over and passed out.
Foxy opened his eyes. He was still laying on the ground.
"Oh...oh, my head..." He mumbled as he slowly opened his eyes and got up. "Did I seriously fall?"
He gasped, he realised what had happened. "Oh no, oh no. How late is it? I wish I could see my watch in this costume.." Foxy said as he attempted to look at his hand to see the watch. "Nope. Can't see it.."
"Okay, let's go look around. It can't be that late..." He said to himself in false hope as he exited the bathroom. The hallway had blue and white striped wallpaper on the boy's bathroom wall and pink and white on the girl's. The rest of the hall was purple and white. Below the wallpaper were gray bricks. The floor was made of clear, shiny black and white tiles. Many doorways and entrances were in this hall, including a few open entrances behind him and to the Middle-left of the hall.
"Why does it look so dark in here? This is not cool!" He said as he looked around at the not completely bright walls. He went over to an open entrance on the left, which led to another hall. This hall was striped with yellow and white this time. Two sets of double doors were on the left wall, as were another two on the right. Ahead was another open entrance.
"Oh man, wait, oh wait till they find out..." He mumbled as he entered the room ahead. Several tables and a stage were in here, as well as a few stands.
Foxy rushed over to the front door, a big set of glass double doors. "Oh wait, what?" He did a double take as he glanced out through the doors. It was indeed nighttime. "Is it seriously nighttime? Wait, the doors are boarded up!" He realised. This was true, the glass doors were locked and covered in wooden boards on the outside, making them inoperable.
"What's going on here?! This is seriously not cool!" He yelled, walking away from the doors and back into the hall he was in before. "Oh no, oh no. Did they seriously lock me in?" As he came back into the hall, he noticed something. A set of double doors, this time made of iron instead of wood, were ahead. They were covered in tight boards, just like the front door.
"The elevator system's broken?! Oh, no!" He said again, just now noticing the set of iron doors. He was very freaked out at this point. "Oh man, there has to be someone in here! Maybe a security guard or a maintenance worker."
He began to yell around at the pizzeria. "HELLO?" He shouted. "IS ANYONE IN HERE? I NEED HELP!"
"AAH!" A scream rang out. Foxy whipped his head around. A security guard has emerged from the door up north, pushing it open like his life depended on it. He closed it quickly and charged down the hall, coming right to where Foxy was.
"Oh, perfect! A security guard!" Foxy yelled, looking extremely relieved to see another human in the building.
"OH, NO! IT'S ANOTHER ONE!" The guard exclaimed as he noticed Foxy, still in extreme fright. He began to quickly back away from Foxy. "Get away from me!"
"Oh, wait, what do you mean, 'another one'?" Foxy asked, confused at what the guard had just said. "What's happening?"
"Get away from me!" The guard yelled again, backing up a few more inches. "You're one of them!"
"No! My name is..my name is.." He paused for a moment. His head was still spinning, so he couldn't exactly remember what his name was. "Ah man, what is my name?" Foxy exclaimed, frustrated. "Ah, I'm sorry. I hit my head really hard in the bathroom. I'm one of the workers here. I woke up super late!"
As he said this, he began to think about the time again. "Man, what time is it?" He thought out loud. "Is it...past 6 A.M?" He asked the guard.
"It is!" The guard yelled back. "My name is Phillip, by the way." He calmed down for a moment, then began to become scared again. "But that doesn't matter! You're one of them!"
"Philip? Nice name, Philip." Foxy smiled for a moment, then began frowning again. "But what do you mean, 'one of them'? My-ugh, I really can't remember my name. I'll just call myself Foxy. That feels right." Foxy knew people might find this weird, but Foxy felt right for the moment, so he used the name.
"But, look. I'm human, just like you. Let me take my head off." Foxy grabbed hold of his costume head and began to try and pull it off. The head refused to budge.
"Prove it! Prove you're human!" Phillip said, anxiously waiting for Foxy to take the head off.
"Hold on, it's stuck." Foxy pulled on it harder, but it still refused to move. "Can you help me?"
Foxy began to move towards Philip. "It's not coming off!" Philip exclaimed, backing up more. "It's not coming off!"
"Get a little closer!" Foxy said, moving towards Philip.
"No, it's not coming off!" Philip yelled.
"Get closer, it's okay!" Foxy said, moving even closer to Philip.
That was enough for Philip. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" He shouted, quickly running off towards the entrance.
"No, don't run away!" Foxy yelled, but it was too late. Philip was gone. Foxy sighed. "Ah, man..."
"Ah!" A voice called. Foxy turned back towards the door the guard has emerged from. Two animatronics came out and walked up to Foxy. "Foxy!" The one calling Foxy seemed to be a ballerina of some sort, with a blue and white color scheme. She was wearing gold earrings and had a pink tutu on.
The other animatronic was a bear of some kind. He was also pink and white, like Foxy. He wore a black hat and had a black speaker on his chest.
"Ah, there you are!" Said the bear, who smiled at Foxy.
"Hey...guys.." Foxy said. He was unsure if these two were humans or animatronics. They had suits on, like him, so Foxy assumed they were also workers. "So you guys got locked in too?"
"What are you talking about?" the bear asked, looking confused. The ballerina looked confused too.
"What do you mean, 'what am I talking about'?" Foxy responded. "You guys work here too, so you got locked in here too right?"
"Um...no." The ballerina said. "We live here."
"Ha ha ha!" Foxy laughed. Foxy thought that was a total joke. "Funny, funny. Yeah, they don't let workers LIVE in the pizzeria. It would be nice and all, since there's so much stuff to do during the night, but seriously..."
At this, the other two people seemed shocked. The ballerina looked as if she had never heard something like that said in her life. The bear simply look dumbstruck. They stared at each other, then looked back at Foxy.
"Why are you guys looking at each other like that?" Foxy asked, noticing this. "I'm not crazy!"
"Foxy, stop joking around." The bear said, staring solemnly at Foxy.
"What are you talking about? I'm not joking around!" Foxy said. He thought that was weird. He also then took note of their voices. To him, they didn't sound like real voices. "What's with that weird voice?" He asked the bear. "Seriously, you can cut the voice now. We're not open."
"That's how he talks!" The ballerina said.
"You know how I talk, Foxy!" The bear said, looking sadly at Foxy.
Foxy turned to the ballerina. "And you, with your high-pitched voice-"
But he was cut off short. The ballerina looked furious.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MY HIGH-PITCHED VOICE!?" She screamed. "YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH MY HIGH-PITCHED VOICE?"
"Woah, woah, calm down." Foxy said, taking a step back. "I thought those were not your real voices. I apologize, but seriously." He said, changing the subject. "We need to get out of here. This place, I hear it gets really weird at night. Something about the animatronics acting strange. And I really don't wanna deal with those freaks!"
"What do you mean?!" The ballerina questioned, looking even more confused. "Okay, first of all, you've gone crazy. Second of all, where's that security guard?"
"Oh, the security guard!" Foxy yelled, just now remembering Phillip. "Yeah, he ran that way." He pointed towards the entrance, the room Phillip had ran off towards. "I was about to ask him for the keys to get out of here, at least. But he ran off, thinking I was 'one of them'. I think he thinks that I'm an animatronic. But they can't talk or walk!" Foxy chuckled. "Crazy guy, him."
"Um..." The ballerina said, trying to process what Foxy had just said. "Yeah, sure."
"Well, we'd better go find him." The bear responded, gesturing towards the entrance room. They walked into the room.
"Yeah, let's go. Let's go and find him right now. Let's PROVE to him- Hold on, hold on..." Foxy checked the nearby bouncy house. "He's not in the bouncy house, guys. He's not in there. What if he's in the.." He went over to the hall they had walked through to get to the entrance and looked through the glass into one of the rooms, but that was also empty. "He's not over there, either. I didn't see him through the window."
"WHERE IS HE?" The ballerina shouted impatiently.
"Maybe he's in the storage room." Foxy said. Foxy went through some gates into a stand next to the kitchen, which had a door behind it. He looked inside, but nothing was in there.
"Could he be in this present?" The bear asked, inspecting a present on a nearby table.
"What present?" The ballerina asked.
Foxy came over. "No, I don't think he's in there." He said, but quickly changed his mind. "Maybe he's in the present! Oh, maybe he is! HELLO!" He shouted at the present. "Security guard!"
"Come out of there!" The bear yelled.
"No, I don't think he would fit in there." Foxy assured the bear.
"How would he get in there?" The ballerina asked. "Well, there was that one time when we stuffed a security guard inside a present."
"Oh yeah, that's right!" Foxy agreed. "Wait, why do I know that?"
"Um..." The ballerina mumbled. "Because you were there?"
"YOU did that, Foxy! Stop playing around!" The bear demanded.
"Heh heh, I wasn't there, I wasn't there.." Foxy denied, but he couldn't help but get the feeling it had actually happened. He and the others walked up to the nearby kitchen door. "Y'know, he's probably in the kitchen. The staff room IS back there."
They approached the door. "Okay guys, let's go in." He said, waiting for the others to open the door.
"Uhh..." The bear mumbled.
"Umm..." The ballerina said. "We can't get it."
Foxy looked dumbfounded. "You don't know how to open doors? Are you serious? Watch, watch." He pulled the handle and pushed open the door. "See? It's that easy."
The others seemed confused.
"What!?" The ballerina said.
"How'd you do that?" The bear said.
"Look, see, I'll go in first." Foxy said, and he entered the kitchen. There were many counters, shelves, and other kitchen things in this room. Phillip was in there, resting on the other side of the counter. He noticed them coming in. "Look, guys, I found him!" Foxy shouted as the others entered.
"AH-HA!" The ballerina shouted triumphantly.
"There you are!" The bear yelled.
"Hey! HEY! Get away from me!" Phillip yelled, in fright again.
The animatronics chased the guard around the kitchen and nearby staff room. Foxy tried to make the guard calm down, but to no avail. Eventually, the guard was backed into the corner by the animatronics.
"It's not funny anymore!" Philip yelled.
"Come here, man! It's okay!" Foxy assured the guard.
"It's not funny anymore!" Philip said again, louder this time.
"Come here!" Foxy said, and stepped closer. Philip stepped backwards...and accidentally fell into the open trash chute.
"NOOOO!" Phillip screamed as he fell down, and then went silent.
"Umm..." Foxy mumbled. "What just happened?"
"Who put that there?" The ballerina asked, curiously gazing into the trash chute. "He fell down...was that you, Foxy?"
"I didn't mean to do it!" Foxy yelled, stepping backwards. "It was an accident."
"Foxy, that was brilliant!" The ballerina exclaimed, smiling.
"What do you mean, brilliant? I just hurt someone!" Foxy said, shocked to hear this. He looked down into the trash chute. "Are you okay down there, dude?"
"Foxy, what do you mean, 'is he okay'?" The ballerina asked. "That was the most amazing one I've ever seen! That was better than the present one!"
"No, I-" Foxy tried to say, but stopped. "Ah, man. I'm gonna get in so much trouble! Cops are gonna come here, they're gonna investigate the situation.."
"If you say cops, than that means MORE people to play with!" The ballerina said, excited.
"No one will know it was us!" The bear assured Foxy. "And even if they find out, it'll all just be a happy little accident!"
"What are you talking about?!" Foxy yelled. "No no no! Okay, you guys are CRAZY!" He opened the kitchen door and started to run away from them. "I need to call the police."
"Where are you going?" The ballerina said, giving chase. The bear did the same.
They chased him through the entrance. Foxy was quicker, and ran through the hall to the southern room. He entered the room and hid behind the wall. The ballerina and the bear entered the hall, confused as to where he was.
"Where did he go?" The ballerina said. "Hold on, he might be in my room! Let's go this way!" She and the bear took off in the opposite direction.
"Okay, I think I got rid of them!" Foxy sighed, relieved. He turned towards the room. It was another show room. More tables and chairs were spread around, facing a stage in the corner. A giant blue and purple present was standing to the side, various boxes surrounding it. On one side of the room, the walls were red and blue with a giant F above a door leading to what looked liked a boating area.
Foxy began to look around at the room. "Okay, there has to be an exit." He approached the giant present. "Maybe it's in this present. I'll go check the present." He stood up on some boxes near the present and tried to look inside, but suddenly, a figure popped out from the box.
"OH!" Foxy yelled. "It's another one!"
"Hey, buddy!" The figure called in a friendly tone. The figure was a black puppet wearing a white mask etched into a permanent smile with red cheeks and purple tear streaks running from the eyes to the mouth. He had a few white stripes adorning his arms and legs and white buttons on his chest.
"Please tell me you're human!" Foxy yelled, in a similar manner to Philip.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you from over here." The puppet said. "I'm just gonna go to you." He began to exit the present.
"Um, no!" Foxy shouted. "I'd rather see you stay as far away as possible, you weird creepy puppet person you!"
But it was too late. The puppet came out of the box and walked towards Foxy.
"That's not nice, Foxy!" The puppet frowned. "It's a nice night! Why are you acting all weird?"
"What do you mean, acting weird?!" Foxy questioned the puppet. "You're the one acting weird! With all these people falling down garbage chutes and everything, and all these other guys trying to hurt other people by making them fall down garbage chutes and blaming it on me, and enjoying it.." He went on, determined not to take responsibility for what happened to Philip. If the company found out, the last thing Foxy wanted was to be blamed for it.
However, his train of thought quickly crashed and burned. The bear and the ballerina had charged into the room.
"Ah, there you are, Foxy!" The ballerina exclaimed, looking happy to see him.
"Oh no.." Foxy mumbled, stepping back as he stared at them in horror. "Oh gosh...oh no..."
"You found him, Puppetboi!" The ballerina commended, turning to the puppet.
"That's not my name!" The puppet responded. "But yeah, I did. He's been here."
"You guys found me..." Foxy mumbled again, still shocked to see them.
"Of course we found you, Foxy!" The ballerina commented back. "We're your friends!"
"We're not friends!" Foxy bellowed, scowling at her. "I don't know any of you! I'm calling the police, and I'm gonna get each and every one of you into trouble! You're gonna be in so much trouble that you won't even know! I'll tell them YOU guys hurt him back there!" He thought this felt satisfying to say, so he kept going. "Yeah, YOU'RE the ones who pushed him into the chute!"
"Foxy, you don't even remember me?" The bear asked, looking heartbroken.
"I don't know who you are!" Foxy shouted. He examined the bear for a few moments. "Okay, you look like Freddy, but you don't look NOTHING like the one I remember from the other location!"
"We got new outfits now!" The bear yelled, exasperated.
"Oh, that's right!" Foxy realised, agreeing with the bear. He then saw what he was doing and snapped back to reality. "Why am I agreeing with you?! Seriously, I'm taking your head off, and I'm gonna prove that you're human and not some crazy, crazy animatronic!"
Foxy began to rapidly tug at the bear's head in an attempt to pull it off as the bear grunted and yelped in pain.
"Leave him alone, Foxy!" The ballerina said, frowning. "His head is perfectly normal."
"Okay, if yours doesn't come off..." He said to the bear, then turned to the ballerina. "Then yours has to! Seriously, come here!"
He began to tug at the ballerina head, but she screamed and quickly pushed him off.
"HEY, DON'T TOUCH ME!" She yelled.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Foxy apologized, before realizing what he had just said and taking it back again. "Why am I saying sorry to you?!" He knew their heads couldn't come off now, so that must mean... "Oh no." Foxy gasped suddenly. "The stories are true! The animatronics are alive!" He thought about the guards for a moment, then realized... "Wait, I get it now! So that's what happened to the security guards! You guys got rid of them all!"
"Well, it's not just us who did it!" The bear said. "It was because of you, too!"
"I did nothing!" Foxy declared. "This is my first day here. I was at the other locations where all the accidents happened! But it's not me." He said, backing up onto the nearby stage as the others stepped closer. "My name is Fred! Fred Foxington! My name is Fred, my name is fox-foxy? Foxy sounds right, Foxy the pirate." It seemed as if his ability to speak had been broken, as if he was a malfunctioning robot. "What's happening?" Foxy yelled, realizing this.
"He's malfunctioning." The bear mumbled.
"I think so." The ballerina agreed. She and the others continued to advance as Foxy backed away to the corner of the stage. "Let's tinker around with him for a moment."
"No, wait-" Foxy said, but before he could speak, they were grabbing him, pulling him around, opening him up, and the world went dark.
It was as if the whole world had been covered in an empty blackness for a moment. Then, suddenly, opening his eyes, he came to. The world seemed to be spinning...until it stopped. He opened his eyes and blinked. The puppet, ballerina, and bear were standing around him, watching him in silence.
And then, he remembered. He was Foxy, Funtime Foxy. And he was an animatronic. And around him, he remembered his friends: Funtime Freddy the bear, Ballora the ballerina, and Puppet the marionette. His expression was blank.
"Did that seriously..." Foxy mumbled...and his blank expression slowly turned into a wide grin. "Did that seriously just happen?!"
"You feel better now?" Freddy asked, his hands on his hips.
"Woah! I didn't expect that!" Foxy yelled. The tone of his voice changed to a more energetic one. He ran over to his friends, gazing around at them in wonder. "That was crazy! Did I seriously just think I was human?"
"Yeah!" Puppet answered. "You even made a murloc sound while you were malfunctioning!"
"Wait, seriously?" Foxy asked, bewildered.
"Yep." Puppet said back, smiling.
"You even tried to rip our heads off!" Freddy said.
"Well, I'm sorry." Foxy apologized. "I'm just so used to doing it with the other security guards."
There was an awkward pause.
"That's, uh..." Ballora said, breaking the silence. "We haven't done that one yet, actually. I'll put that one down on the list." She took out a small notebook and used a pencil to write Rip their heads off in her cursive writing, before putting it away.
"Oh, then it must have been a dream I had." Foxy responded. He quickly changed the subject, and began to stare at Freddy's suit. "Oh, so these are the new suits. Awesome..." He smiled in a childish manner.
"They are pretty nice." Freddy commented, smiling back.
"Wait!" Foxy suddenly gasped, causing everyone in the room to jump. "Did I miss the security guard? Was I going crazy the whole entire time? It's kinda fuzzy, I can't really remember it all."
"Well, you were there..." Ballora explained. "But the security guard...well...let's just say he hit rock bottom."
"Yeah, he's a really TRASHY security guard." Freddy joked, causing Ballora to start snickering.
"Oh, did he seriously fall down the trash chute?!" Foxy questioned in disbelief. "No way! Was I there? Did I do anything to help?!" He quickly asked, excited.
"Um, yeah." Ballora responded. "Somehow, YOU were the one who had set it all up."
"Woah, I did that all by myself?" Foxy asked. "That is AWESOME! Man, even in human form, I still am the most awesome animatronic of them all!"
"Gonna have to disagree with you there, Foxy." Freddy said.
"Wait, hold up!" Ballora shouted. "Are you saying YOU'RE the best?"
"Yeah, I'm the best!" Freddy yelled back. "I thought everyone knew that."
"No, clearly I'M the best, because I've been here longer than you or Foxy!" Ballora said.
"No, I'm the best." Puppet cut in. "And I'm not even one of you."
"Wait, hold on!" Foxy said. "Puppetboi? Why are you here?"
"Again, that's not my name." Puppet reminded them. "I live here!"
"What do you mean, live here?" Foxy asked. "You were supposed to stay at the other location!"
"Well, I have my own free will." Puppet explained. "I like this place, so I decided to move in. Maybe rent it out for a few months."
"Why didn't they give you a new costume?" Foxy commented, as he circled around Puppet, examining his suit as well. "They gave us new costumes, but NOOO, not you!"
"Well, you know what they say." Puppet simply said. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." This statement was a burn towards the animatronics. Foxy's mouth flew open like a trapdoor.
"Did he just..." Foxy said, his jaw hanging open.
"Yeah, he did." Ballora responded.
"Just ignore him." Freddy added on.
"So what are you guys doing in my room?" Puppet asked firmly, frowning.
"Well, apparently, while I was in my human situation, I thought this was the safest route to get away from the others." Foxy explained. "I don't know why I would think that. There's nothing in here that would build to help me at all." Foxy stared up at the room. Sure enough, nothing in the room seemed like it would have helped him escape Freddy and Ballora.
"It was probably just that you had a couple of screws loose." Freddy guessed.
"Yeah, that WAS probably the reason." Foxy agreed. But Foxy gasped suddenly, remembering something important. "Wait a minute! Freddy, where's Bon-Bon? You know, your little puppet." Sure enough, the bunny hand-puppet was not sitting on Freddy's hand like usual. A blue hand was currently fitted in place on Freddy's arm, taking Bon-Bon's usual space up.
Upon hearing this question, Freddy frowned.
"Uh, he's gone." Freddy calmly answered. "He's missing."
"Woah, no way!" Foxy said in disbelief. Bon-Bon? Missing? That couldn't possibly be true. As Foxy pondered this, he remembered something else too. He turned to Ballora. "Also, Ballora, aren't there supposed to be other animatronics here? And-Wait a second! Where's Baby?"
Circus Baby was the leader of the animatronics, and rightfully so. The location belonged to her, after all. Yet, despite the grand opening coming soon, she was nowhere to be found. Foxy thought this was simply bizarre. After all, you would think that Baby would be at the location at a time like this. But instead, she was missing, just like Bon-Bon.
At the mention of Baby, Ballora gasped, then began to frown sadly, her eyes welling up with tears.
"We don't talk about Baby..." Ballora moaned, upset.
"Wait, so did Baby disappear too?" Foxy questioned, curious.
"I don't know what happened..." Ballora answered, still upset. "She just...went missing!" A few tears exited Ballora's eyes.
"Oh, here we go again..." Freddy commented, annoyed.
"You be quiet!" Ballora snapped at Freddy. "This is an emotional moment for me..."
"Calm down, Ballora." Foxy said, calmly. "It's okay. I'm sure Baby's here somewhere."
"But Baby...she..." Ballora mumbled.
"Please don't cry on my floor!" Puppet demanded, gazing frighteningly at the ground, clearly caring more for it than Ballora.
"Baby...just..." Ballora tried to say, but stopped. She began crying, then ran off towards her room. "I'm going to my room!"
"Look at what you did, Freddy!" Foxy shouted at Freddy. "You made her upset!"
"Well, we better go after her." Freddy responded, unfazed.
"Aah, let's go..." Foxy moaned, trudging off towards Ballora's room. Freddy followed behind. They walked down the long hallway towards Ballora's room.
"Is this a usual thing?" Foxy asked Freddy as they walked. "This is literally my FIRST day being here, so...I wouldn't know."
"Ah, well..." Freddy replied. "She does this from time to time, so just be ready for her to do it if she does."
"Will do." Foxy nodded.
They came to Ballora's room, and Foxy pushed open the door.
The room was a wide showroom area. The room had soft purple carpet for flooring. The middle was filled with some rows of red chairs. At the other end was a large wooden stage, with a small pedestal on the left for Ballora to stand on, with some balloons nearby for decoration next to it, as well as a grand piano laying against the opposite stage wall. Speaking of the walls, they were decorated in white, salmon pink, purple, and red stripes. A door, closed, was on the stage's left wall.
Ballora was currently crouching by the wall behind her pedestal and piano, still crying.
"Wow, this room is so..." Foxy commented, gazing at the room's decorations. "Not colorful in the way I like it. Nope, not at all."
'You don't even like my room?!" Ballora gasped, briefly turning back towards them, before turning away again and bursting into even more tears.
"No no, wait! I didn't mean that!" Foxy said, alarmed. "Your room is awesome! I promise."
"Really?" Ballora mumbled, and stopped crying, turning back towards Foxy.
"Yeah!" Foxy responded. "It's nice! I like the seating, for instance!" Foxy walked over to one of the red chairs in the middle and sat down in it. "See?"
"That's what BABY said!" Ballora whined, and began crying again. She ran over to the corner, behind the balloons.
"Y'know, it's almost morning time." Freddy spoke up. "I'm gonna...go to sleep." And with that, he charged out of the room.
"Wait, you're just gonna leave me here with her?!" Foxy replied, but Freddy was already out the door and gone. 'Seriously? Agh." He went back to Ballora, who was still in the corner. "Ballora, it'll be okay. Tomorrow night, we'll look for her. Okay?"
"O-Okay..." Ballora stuttered, and she stopped crying again, and broke out into a sad smile.
"Here, stand on your pedestal." Foxy calmly instructed, gesturing towards her pedestal. Ballora shuffled over and stood up on the pedestal. "I'll see you tomorrow night. Remember, the grand opening is coming, so Baby HAS to show up soon." He began to head towards the door.
'True, true..." Ballora agreed. "Alright...bye, Foxy."
"Bye!" Foxy said. He left the room, closing the door behind him. Foxy was tired too, so he figured he'd go to his cove and get some sleep. He began to walk down the hallways towards his cove. "Wow, she's weirder than I expected." He said, reflecting on Ballora. "I didn't expect a...ballerina?" He looked around at the walls. "Woah, this location's so different. But I was acting like a human earlier. Why was that? Did they reprogram me? I guess I'll see if I get any answers to this question.."
He walked into the main room. Freddy was on the nearby stage.
"Zzz..." Freddy mumbled, snoring loudly.
"Oh, he's already asleep." Foxy said, coming over to Freddy. "Hehe, I wish I had a marker so I could draw on his face. That'd be so funny. He wouldn't even expect it! Man, being an animatronic is fun." Foxy walked over to his room in a nearby open entrance. The room was empty, expect for a small wooden stage in the corner, with a purple curtain covering most of it. "I'm guessing this is my room. They haven't put up a sign telling me, but I guess they'll do that later. " He walked through the curtain and over to the dark corner of his cove. "Ahh, time to sleep..." And with that, he turned off, and went into dreamland...
Thanks for reading chapter 1 of this series, viewers! This chapter has taken a while to make, since it was a tad bit long. More chapters will come sometime in the future. And way down the line, there may even be a miniseries or two on this.
See you soon!