A mysterious man walked through the front doors of the Pizzeria, carrying kevlar armor, a laptop, and a repair kit. He was dressed in a simple pair of jeans, and a T-Shirt that advertised a long-forgotten gaming company, one the man couldn't even remember. He had brown hair, and hazelnut-brown eyes that seemed to contained both the heat of the summer, and the bitter cold of the winter. The man took in a sharp breath, the place smelling of grease, lubricant, and blood. The stench permeating his nasal cavities, he put on a gas mask and headed to Pirate's Cove, donning his Kevlar.
He yanked aside the curtain, to find a female, humanoid fox sitting with a tattered costume, her head angled downwards. The man took the fox out of Pirate's Cove and set her on a table, clearing any party hats. He then carefully, and steadily began unlatching the suit from the access points on the back. If Mr. Fazbear was so eager to get rid of any of the animatronics, why would it be that the man didn't take his favorite. The man DID work at a car repair shop. Surely he could take care of the female animatronic. He then took off the head, and rifled through the chips, stopping at a red streaked one labeled, Abilities. He took it out and plugged it into his computer. Sure enough, one of the main programs was 'Kill' inserted from when there used to be no night guard. The technicians must have forgotten to erase that skill once the place finally got someone to prevent break-ins.
He quickly erased it, and replaced it with 'love' making sure the animatronic had all the positive feeling. He quickly glanced at the time. '10:00 p.m.' He had a good two hours before the animatronics moved, and the night guard came in. As the man added more and more emotions, adding them all with perfection as he had been so taught at the college he mastered at, he heard a vague, almost unnoticeable tune coming out of the animatronic head. To others it would have been creepy, but to him it was soothing. He began to work with increased speed, and he added the three symbols after the word Abilities. '2.0'. He then inserted the chip back in, and pulled out some fabric, a voice box, and a needle and thread. Another glance. '10:30 p.m.' The man made good time since he had arrived. He then took the fabric so similar to the fox's and began to patch it up. He didn't take home economics for nothing. Pierce, pull, under, repeat. The man recited in his head, quickly repairing any and all damages to his favorite pirate heroine's fuzzy costume. He'd have to wash it when he got Costume, albeit smelly, was now repaired. All that was left was inserting new commands, and a better voice box. Still the same voice, just an expanded pirate vocabulary.
The man made quick work with his Philips flathead screwdriver, tearing out the old voicebox and replaced it with a new one. He then pulled a cord out of his toolkit and plugged one end into the animatronic head, the other in his computer.
recognize_person_Alex_Ciochetto
protect_person_Alex_Ciochetto
Those were the two new commands he entered into the animatronic programmed mind, deleting the previous two, which were commands as followed;
recognize_person_Mr._Fazbear
protect_building_Freddy_Fazbear's_Pizza
He would input the rest as soon as he had gotten home with his new friend. He then pulled out a metal nail file, using it on the hook and teeth. He took his time on the hook, careful not to stab himself. The next thing he did was pull out a rag. He washed/wiped any and all gunk off the visible metal, making the fox shine like new. Albeit, the rag smelled and looked awful. Without a second though, the man threw it into the nearest trash can. He then grabbed a can of febreze and sprayed it, on the front of the fox. He then pushed her jaw into place, and set to work with a power drill, a few screws, and once again, his trusty screwdriver. Soon enough, the pirate's jaw was back in place. Finally, the man took out a can of lubricant, and put it in all the joints of the fox, cleaning off any extra gunk that may have seeped out.
With a nod of satisfaction, the man checked the time once again. 11:30. The man smiled. He went into the security office, leaving a note that let Mike Schmidt that he would no longer need to deal with Foxy, as he had bought her from the owner. He then returned to the dining hall, picked up his things, and brought them to the van he had come in.
With fifteen minutes to spare, Alex came in, and propped Foxy up in the passenger seat of his van with just five minutes to spare. He would return, albeit not for an animatronic. No, he would return for revenge, on Golden Freddy, for what he did to his favorite animatronic after the bite of '87. He heard a car pull in, and waved at Mike Schmidt as he got in the van. Earning himself a nod from the 6-day running security guard, Alex drove off at a leisurely place back to his house, not three miles from the establishment.
Before he left, he heard the disgruntled laugh of Golden Freddy, as foxy powered on, turning to smile gently at the man she quickly realized who had repaired her. He gave her a faint smile as he began making turns here and there, finally reaching his house.
It wasn't overly large like a mansion, but wasn't small like an apartment. Alex felt glad as he introduced Foxy to her new home, with which she instantly mapped the place. She could already sense the mild happiness Alex was radiating as he both ushered in his new roomate, and his sense of pride. As the man went upstairs, Foxy became acquainted with the television. After a quick talk from Alex, she flipped through channels while having the television on minimum volume, as she settled on a news report. The 'news anchor' as Foxy had learned was talking about how Alex had purchased her from the Fazbear establishment, and she even saw Mike. For once, she didn't feel the urge to kill. Instead she simply smiled at seeing one so familiar, so glad. Even if it were that she was gone being the reason. After a few more minutes of listening to Mike's random rants, Foxy headed to what Alex had showed her to be her room. It was decorated with many, sea-like things. She looked across the hall to see a dozing Alex, as she let out a content grin. Someone who could fix her, make her feel wanted, and a caring man all in one caused Foxy to let out a toothy grin. Just from the look on his face from when she had first seen him in the van, she could already tell he would do anything in his power to protect her. She too, felt like she would do likewise. Foxy mouthed out a 'thank you' and as she began to close her room's door, she saw Alex's mouth form into a content grin, one that made her metallic heart warm. One way or another, this man she knew she was destined to be with.
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