LonlyEverman presents…

A brand new fan fiction one shot, brought to you by the power of imagination…

Foxy's Project

Part of the A Heart we Shouldn't Have (AHSH) universe.

" 'twas a dark night, that night, as ye might imagine. All nights tend to be. I was just activated on the Sunday eve, and was wondering what ta do with me life, when all of a sudden, and idea struck me:
I should start tinkerin'.

So, I smiled to them with a ragged smile, straightened me trusty hook, and went along me merry way. None of them caught up with me, but that weren't a surprise, as they tended not ta talk to her ol' Foxy.

I kept on marching me way, and entered the Office, lookin' out upon the fine collection of electronic trinkets at me disposal, like a harbor full o' fine ships. I closed an' locked up the door, then decided ta get workin'.

First thing I did were dismantle the fan, which still managed to eat up most of the power bill in the pizzeria. It left me with a fine amount of parts, but not enough for me project.

So I continued to dismantle, eventually ending up with a room full o' screws an' metal. That got me thinker ticking' as I got to work.

So I worked for a good three hours, and ended up with no'ing but the head. I figured, another two days, an' I would be in business.

By the time ye found me, I was already done with me big project. I decided to turn in fer the night, shut down 'till the next time. That's when ye found me."

The clipboard man wrote all of this down with a frown and an unbelieving expression on his face. "So, you built something… and it worked. That's what we found in the office?"

"Yes. I locked the door behind me when I left, so it couldn't 'ave been any o' the other three."

The clipboard man nodded and sighed, clicking his pen and getting out of the seat to leave. "Well, I'll be sure to inform the boss of your creepy little child."

Foxy grumbled, then took another sip of his rum.

"So, how'd it go?" The harlequin asked, walking beside the clipboard man.
"He's drunk and thinks he built that creepy human child animatronic."
"Well, then… Might as well put that thing to use."
"Doing what?" The first man stopped abruptly, allowing the joker to turn ominously.
"Selling balloons."

Shortest story ever! Four-hundred words! Whoot! Yeah, I'm sad... Had to upload something in between now and my next actual story.

You people aren't reviewing my stories, are you... No, you're not. *angry grumbles*

Well, to teach my FNaF audience a lesson, my next story is going to be a Mario one.

HAH! TAKE THAT! REVIEW IF YOU WISH TO DEFY ME!

*ahem*
Sorry about that.

Au revoir, imbéciles non de relecture.
-LonlyEverman