Chapter 40- Deserted and Ambushed
"Woo! Hit that eye patch, Freddy!"
ZIP! THUNK.
The others either clapped or cheered as the bear went up to the now beaten up poster of Foxy, having a little trouble with pulling out the dart, the tip now worn and dented from countless throws, and he went back, grabbing a molding cupcake, before he ate it. Sighing, he sat down, enjoying the feeling of the yearly party of the day that the fox had gone, for it never failed to make him happy.
Meanwhile, both of the Bonnies were still sitting, with BonBon wagging her tail as she sat on Bonnie, stroking his ears, as he cuddled up with her, being together for many years. Mangle and Goldie had a similar story, although she still didn't grow that close, or love him that close, where the white and pink vixen was getting a plate of food for the golden bear, who was sitting Balloon Boy in his lap, playing together as he played patty cake with the now giggling child. On the other hand, the vixen had her mind focused on other things than the duo, sitting down gloomily as she was reminded, once again, about the one that had abandoned the building.
How she wished she could see him again, enjoy his laugh, his smile, his eye patch gleaming with happiness, even his pirate accent she would have done so much to listen, but now, she had Goldie, much to her discomfort. The mentioned bear noticed this, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, asking what was wrong. Shrugging it off, she said she was ok, and then he turned his attention back to a concerned Balloon Boy, who crawled off his lap, into Mangle's.
"Mommy, what's wrong? Aren't you happy that Foxy is gone, dead?"
"Yes, BB, I am."
"Then what's wrong?"
Chewing her lip, she wrestled with the problem, until she finally sighed, saying,
"Nothing, let's go play a game, shall we?"
The boy agreed, eagerly pulling her along to his favorite: The dart toss, where Freddy was getting very close to the eye patch, but was missing, until he stormed off in frustration, unable to do the same feat he did only five minutes ago. The vixen gave the dart to Balloon Boy, who then threw it, but it missed, hitting only Foxy's chest, until her turn came up. Hefting the metal cylinder, she aimed it, her anger coming back as she remembered what that cursed fox did, why did he leave her, alone to these people, why? She wasn't as bad, she deserved to go with him, to be with him.
Throwing the dart, she watched with satisfaction as it went all the way through the poster of Foxy, where his CPU would be, tearing out a large chunk, sending a loud applause, including Freddy's disbelief, where she had done what he couldn't, but then smiled at the damaged picture of Foxy.
"Nice throw, Mangle."
Nodding her thanks, she went back to the table, where Goldie hugged her, and Balloon Boy cheered her for the throw.
After the party, they were then relaxing, until Fred's ears perked up when he heard footsteps coming towards them, and, judging by the gait and speed of them, he knew that it was the owner. Standing up, he dusted himself off and corrected his lopsided top hat, before he greeted the man, who was for some reason, depressed.
"What's wrong, sir?"
Tugging the collar of his shirt, the owner gulped, until he knew that he couldn't hide them from the truth, and that they deserved to know.
"We're being shut down."
All of the other animatronics, who were sleeping, were scared awake when they heard Fred yell angrily at something, which was a shadowed being, who appeared to be shaking with fear, and until they all got closer to examine, they saw that it was the owner, hiding as Fred bellowed at him.
"What do you mean, SHUT DOWN?!"
It took both Freddy and Goldie to drag back the enraged Fred as he tried to get them off of him, holding out his hands towards the scared owner, as if he wanted to strangle him, which he did, unfortunately. Even Bonnie had to jump in as Fred tried a last desperate attempt to leap on him, until Chica slapped him, making him calm down. Puffing with anger, the bear spat out,
"He's closing the building down."
The owner tried to explain, appealing to the more reasonable two brothers of the ballistic bear, which they did listen to his reasons.
"The IRS, they got me, they know that I haven't been paying, and now they got an investigation underway, I would have been arrested and had this place destroyed anyway, but I was able to agree with their terms, I have a week to move out. But, I don't know what to say about you guys, I'm afraid that you'll have to take to the streets. Please, you have to understand, it was all I could do."
He received hard stares from all of the animatronics, not believing what they had just heard, with both disbelief and shock, with the thought of having to leave on their own. Finally, Goldie sighed.
"But, where will we go? There is no other place we actually know, no safe house, no safe place, we'll be easily lost there. Can't we just stay here a little longer?"
Shaking his balding head, the owner said,
"I'm sorry, there is no other way, you all have to leave."
"But, sir, we just can't-"
"GO!"
Slack-jawed, all of the animatronics saw the owner snap at the golden bear, until he took out a small electric stun gun, for defense purposes in case of a robbery, aiming it at them. The man's voice shook as he tried to keep back the emotions when he addressed them as they backed away.
"All of you have two choices. Stay here, and be fried up by me, where I would then have to sell you guys, or leave with a chance of survival, while I'm giving you the offer. Choose quickly, your time is running out."
It seemed like an eternity, until one by one, Chica went out of the door, followed by her fellow friend, Toy Chica, who tried to catch up with her, and then Bonnie left with BonBon, holding hands, then Mangle with Balloon Boy, and finally the three Freddys, all left, opening the rusty doors, which squealed once again, as it revealed the outside world to them. When they turned back, the building where they lived their entire lives in looked so empty, so broken, so … dead, and in it, in the center of a ring of cracked tile, stood the owner, closing the door, locking it, surprising them. Roaring, Freddy tried to open them, but the locks were too tight, and all that separated man and machine was a thin glass window, to which, the owner waved goodbye.
His friends had to drag him away as he was frozen, wide eyed, as he then started to sob, and they did too, as they left the one place that they used to belong.
Meanwhile, a dark figure stood on the roof of a nearby building, eyes glowing as he saw the nine animatronics forced out of their home, and readied his gear as he then followed them, as the day turned into the unknown, unnerving night.
Growling, he secured his makeshift armor, which included what appeared to be connected pieces of animatronic parts, including an elephant tusk that stuck out of his right shoulder, and carried an axe in his left hand, while allowing the sickle in his right hand to rest on the concrete, causing a slight gash in the stone, as he then prepared to finish polishing up his armory.
His legs and arms were also made from the same gruesome fashion, where it showed of disembodied parts of past animatronics used to craft his plating, and he then fitted a helmet onto his head, where it was a medieval knight helmet, with ear slots made, showing his ears, and had the snout elongated to suit the difference. He then started to hide in the shadow as he saw them, whispering to himself in a low, deep voice.
"Yeah, they will definitely be good for the competition. For the while, that is."
Later that night, all of the nine animatronics had huddled together, warily navigating the many lanes, roads, and alleys that circulated throughout the city's body, and they all had to support each other as they faltered slightly. Bonnie had tripped into a puddle, causing his arm to fry up, which meant that they had to make sure it wouldn't strike any of them at random intervals. Chic (A/N: Chic, pronounced as Cheek, will be the nickname for Toy Chica) had to carry her beak, since it wouldn't attach correctly anymore, and Freddy had lost his top hat, much to his disappointment.
Bracing up Chic, BonBon encouraged her to keep going. "Don't worry, you'll make it, come on."
Nodding weakly, she kept walking, almost letting go of her beak, until Bonnie caught it with his non-damaged arm, nodding when he saw her smiling, and helped BonBon with the load, feeling his endoskeleton taking strain as he supported her weight. The three Freddys were discussing about what to do, when Mangle had picked up and carried Balloon Boy, who had fallen and fainted due to exhaustion. Patting his head, she sniffed, "Poor boy."
The boy turned in his apparent sleep, whimpering slightly as if he had nightmares, until Goldie picked him up, carefully holding him as he took the load off of Mangle. Soon, they then continued walking.
After walking for so long in the alleys, they finally found a good clearing where it had the remains of a fire. Goldie had found the abandoned gas tank of a car, and used it to start a fire, after Chica had fueled it with newspaper from the streets, and Fred ignited the load by using an abandoned lighter, using the last of the fluid it had. As they all huddled around the fire, not for warmth, but for comfort, they then started to have talks about the one subject they thought could cheer them all up.
"So, this is where Foxy might have been when he ran away from us."
Chuckling inwardly, Freddy said, "I suppose so, he most likely died here, weak, alone, without help, what do you think?"
Cleaning off some ash that was settling onto his hat, Goldie brushed it off before setting it back on, saying, "Most likely, he would have died here. Unlike that poor excuse of a man, with all of us, we will survive, and we will succeed where he failed to. We're much stronger than he is, hah!"
As they then started to have a joke contest about the presumed deceased fox, BonBon jumped in fright when she heard a loud crash, followed by shrieking, sounding like metal being dragged across stone.
"What the f-ck was that?!"
Nervously, they all grouped tighter, the sounds of footsteps coming louder, until a figure started to appear from a distance, walking towards them. Growling, Bonnie stood up, shouting at the approaching figure.
"Get away from us! You don't want us to fight! I'm warning you-"
As the figure got closer, he started to see that the right side of the animatronic, that he realized, from the heavy metal footsteps, had contained an unusually larger portion than his left, making him slightly confused. Still, he held his ground as the other males from the fire backed him up, all of them shouting at the closing in robot, which they could tell by the sounds of heavy metal feet stamping against the ground, before it stepped into the light. As soon as they could clearly see him, any other insults that started to form in their throats froze, caught.
The animatronic, which they could now see in the faint orange glow of the fire, was a male wolf, with a shining black fur coat that shone in the midnight moon, and strangely had dark red spots decorating it, but only as a small number, so small, you could have missed them, but they were perfectly round circles of vermilion that scarcely dotted his frame, which was outlined by what appeared to them to be horrific and nightmarish armor.
"Wh-Who are you?"
The stranger turned his head, a brilliant sapphire eye pinning Freddy, who had asked the question, which made him feel trapped and vulnerable. Finally, after a minute of silence, the wolf opened his mouth.
"Меня зовут МихаилКрасный." (Menya zovut Mikhail Krasnyy).
After he saw that they didn't understand a word he had said, he coughed and cleared his throat, repeating his message in a thick Russian accent.
"My name is Mikhail the Red."
Hesitating, Fred grabbed a nearby rock, causing the mysterious wolf to laugh aloud, throwing his head back.
"You think that a rock can hurt me?"
Seeing their worried faces, he then drew out his own weapons, covering his hands with the specially designed gloves he wore, which were metal gauntlets that had extensions where his fingers would be, curving out to be medium sized claws, which he wore over his own. Hefting his axe up, he pointed it towards them, saying,
"You are now expected to follow me, do not resist, and prevent yourself from any pain that you might inflict upon yourselves."
Scoffing, Goldie crossed his arms, purposefully kicking a cloud of dirt towards the wolf, challenging him.
"Oh yeah? And if we don't follow your orders? Who's going to make us?"
With that, Bonnie and Freddy automatically charged at the lone being, certain that they could easily beat him. In response, the wolf drew out his sickle, while stamping his right foot on the ground, causing a slight tremor, even cracking the concrete. This left both males easily intimidated, and then they faltered, which Mikhail then took advantage of. Gripping his ax, he threw it at Bonnie's leg, snapping the metal limb in half, causing the rabbit to howl in pain, and used his sickle to neatly slice off Freddy's arm, making both of them immobile. Stepping carelessly over the two fallen animatronics, he snarled.
"Very well, you leave me no choice. You're all lucky that I need you alive, for it is by his orders."
Goldie backed away, falling on his back as he saw the wolf loom over him, casting a shadow over him. Despite being scared out of his life, he was curious about the statement Mikhail had just said. Craning his neck, he made sure not to be aggressive as he defiantly said,
"Who is this person you are talking about?"
He felt his circuitry freeze when he saw the wolf's sinister smile, as he then responded in a deep, Russian voice, one of the few that could instill fear easily into any that was unfortunate to cross one. Flipping the golden bear over, he saw the power switch, and flipped it off, quietly whispering in the struggling bear's ear.
"Скоро вы узнаете. Soon, you will know."
Goldie could only hear as he heard the screams of the others, until he heard muffling, then a zap, and his head collapsed on the ground, beaten. He drifted off as he went into shutdown, hoping that everyone would survived, and couldn't hold it any longer, and blacked out as he then heard the yells of panic eventually fade away.
Mikhail looked at his handiwork, which was eight captured animatronics, two of them damaged, but they would still do, and the other six in working condition. He congratulated himself, and then tied thick black cloth bags around their heads to blind them, and loaded them into the pull-along wagon he had just out of the alley, dumping each one into the capsule, taking his time to examine each and every one of them.
The first one he placed was the purple rabbit that he threw the axe at, which he removed when he retrieved it, and then placed the dark brown bear in, also putting back his sickle. Sliding both weapons into their sheaths that hung by his waist, he walked over to the next couple of animatronics. After the dark brown bear, he put in the light brown bear, which seemed to not have a hat, unlike the others, but disregarded it, and then put in the golden one, grunting slightly as he had to maneuver the exceptionally heavy weight, muscle or fat, he couldn't tell. He then started on the females, first the light blue rabbit, the pair of chickens, and finally the white and pink vixen. Peering closely at it, he noticed that there was a small hand attached to her arm, and saw that it belonged to a small boy animatronic, wide-eyed with fear.
Smirking, it didn't take him long to subdue the boy, being nice enough to make sure that he still held the balloon it had in his hand, before he bagged its head as well to cover the little one's sight, tossing it into the cart. Grabbing the handle, he proceeded to cart it down towards the one place that he knew he would be appreciated for his work.
Testing his weaponry, he could only hope that he would be able to meet the famed leader there again, to either have to chance to fight him, for fun, or to have an alliance, perhaps both would be nice.
The one who ran the place was an exceptionally good friend of his that he formed a pact with over the years, reminding him of the comrades he used to be with in the old days. In fact, he himself was one of his people who made sure everything was orderly, but he could only hope that he could have the chance to fight him as he continued his way down the road, dragging behind him the stacked unconscious bodies of the Freddy Fazbear's Gang.
Mikhail grunted as he knew that he had a long walk to go to the destination, but it would be worth it, probably a few months or so, give or take, but it would still be worth it, and he would still be on time for the competition ahead. During his walk, he viewed the scenery, not bothered by the burden he pulled along, and even started to hum, his deep accent further vibrating the passion in his voice as he started the national anthem of Russia.
Its mighty wings spread above us
The Russian eagle is hovering high
The Motherland's tricolor symbol
Is leading Russia's peoples to victory!
When Bonnie went online, he immediately waited for his vision to turn on, but then after a while, he couldn't see anything, just blackness, making him start to panic, and tried to move. However, he then felt rope wrapped around his wrist painfully, in a pretzel wrap that made him feel in an awkward position, until he felt himself being shoved by a familiar voice, further puncturing his wrists with the coarse straw that made the binding.
"Перемещение! Они будут ждать вас в ближайшее время! (Peremeshcheniye ! Oni budut zhdat' vas v blizhayshem budushchem!) Move! They will be expecting you soon!"
Immediately he remembered the wolf that had attacked them last night, so he then tried to blindingly head butt with his assailant, until he felt an immense pain shoot up his leg, before falling down. He then felt himself being hauled up by the same voice, chuckling this time, making sarcastic comments.
"You think you can still run on one and a half legs? I congratulate you, rabbit; you must be pretty strong then. Well then, stand up! They will be here soon."
Bonnie was confused at this, until he tried to move his left leg on the ground, shocked that he didn't feel anything touch it, no toes, no feet, and he just crashed down again. The wolf, Mikhail, had enough of this, so he just shoved him towards the other hooded prisoners, feeling another furry presence, and a very familiar voice sounded.
"Who's there?" It was gruff, yet friendly, and when Bonnie felt the fur, he knew that it wasn't any of the Toys, and he only knew three people with the voice, so he tried to guess who it was. "Freddy?"
"Bonnie, is that you? Thank god, I know that Goldie, Fred, Chic, Chica, well, basically all the others are here, you were the last one brought here. Do you know what's happening? I can't feel anything moving, as if I was tied here. We were abducted, by that wolf, what was his name? I think it was-"
"SILENCE!"
The shaken bear immediately shut up as Mikhail was muttering about something that the purple rabbit didn't understand, yet he could still hear noise coming out of his mouth.
"Trade, maybe, sell, maybe, perhaps, hmmm... they will like new scraps for the fights."
The last word immediately stuck out to the rabbit, who immediately stood up in alarm, but was forced down by Mikhail onto his knees, sneering.
"You stay down, idiot, I don't need to harm you more than I have already done."
The wolf stood up straight as he heard footsteps come into the preparation room he stayed in, located in the ring, hoping that the renowned fighter wouldn't mind the dark room. He first listened to the calm, easy footsteps, and then saw the animatronic enter through the door. Mikhail was barely able to see the figure, until he turned on his night vision, seeing that his friend had support with him. It was the three females that he had known that were all attached to his friend, and despite it officially being that the crimson red vixen was the partner, rumors said that the black and white vixen and cheetah were in it as well.
Nodding, Foxy had to make do with the compensated light, stretching out his hand as he greeted his friend.
"Welcome back, Mikhail, I suppose that you have more from the streets?"
Nodding, the wolf presented to the ring master the nine bundles of shaking animatronics, who had all realized that a deal was about to be exchanged, and they were all too scared to make a sound. Due to the dim light, the dark red fox couldn't tell who it was under the cloth bags, but could see that two of them were damaged, as he could see the outline of an arm and a leg in the sand. Raising an eyebrow at the shrugging wolf, he questioned their condition, but was answered by the quick approval that they were functional.
Eyeballing the shivering group, he finally decided, turning to the now anxious wolf, who was absentmindedly digging his feet into the ground.
"I will accept the offer, what is it you ask for in return?"
Almost immediately, the black and red wolf blurted out his price.
"The chance to fight you, for sport though, I've long heard about your strength, and I wanted to see it and test it again."
Foxy calmed down the three females that were starting to draw their weapons, before he looked into the wolf's blue Russian eyes, seeing that he wasn't lying. He threw his head back and started laughing, surprising the four, until he patted Mikhail's back roughly, leading him to the training ring.
"Heh, always that, huh? Well, I suppose one more fight couldn't hurt, besides, ye always are determined to beat me, and since it's for fun, it can't bring any harm te any 'un."
Meanwhile, he turned his head back to the three confused females, addressing them.
"Oh, Diamond, Lana, Scarlet, I almost forgot. Lead the captured animatronics to one of those rookie teams, ye know, the ones where they form their own team? I'm pretty sure that nine animatronics makes a good family. Well, it's more like eight really, since one is missing an arm, the second one, missing a leg."
He chuckled to this, as well as the three females, until he and Mikhail walked towards the fighting ring, where he would keep the end of his deal. When Scarlet heard them disappear, she sighed wistfully, before turning back to her smirking counterparts, causing her to frown when she saw them looking in the fox's direction as well.
"What? Keeping my deal isn't good enough for you?"
Diamond twirled her tail in her hand, saying,
"Maybe … I still can't get used to it every time it happens, and that's saying a lot. What about you, Lana?"
"Nope."
Sighing, the black and white female then started to gesture her hand towards nine unmoving shapes, signaling all of them to move it, and they nodded. Diamond grabbed the one with the leg missing, pulling him along, and even helped him by holding up the side where he leg was cut off, until he was placed in a room, and was left there with the hood still on, as she went to get another one. Lana pulled both of the chickens, one of them furry, the other feeling like hard plastic, and, much to her amusement, was right, dumping both in the same room as Bonnie without taking off the masks.
After Scarlet had moved the pink and white animatronic, along with the smallest one that seemed to have a death hold on her, Lana waited as Diamond put away the light blue female. Wiping away their hands, they then proceeded to start dragging the heaviest, last three, bears by their guesses, with Scarlet slightly struggling with Goldie, Lana with Fred, and Diamond with Freddy. Sighing with relief, they let go of the trio of ursas in the room with the others, before they saw Foxy walking towards them down the hall, supporting a slightly limping Mikhail.
The sheepish wolf saw their amused glares, growling at them.
"I lost again, and don't mention it. I barely lasted with the guy literally running in circles around me."
Foxy acknowledged the beaten black and red wolf, nodding slightly.
"I literally did, I ran so many circles around 'im that he could barely keep up with me."
This caused laughs from all of them, even Mikhail, though he then had to wince as he felt a part of his chest constrict painfully from the fight, and they then waved goodbye to him as he went to find a place to temporarily stay in, looking to see if any houses were empty, or if any were available. Then, Marionette had then appeared, taking Foxy with him to explain something to him, to which he agreed to listen to, asking the females if they could finish up the plan, which they eagerly accepted. Walking towards the bagged animatronics, they quickly loosened them, allowing them to move as they regained their surroundings, but blocked the door in case any of them tried to make a move on them to escape, which would probably be one of the biggest mistakes the new animatronics could make.
Immediately bringing his head back up, Freddy was able to see that he was in a room, dust covered, yet spacious, and then checked his own friends. When he saw that Bonnie's leg had been torn off, and that Freddy lost his arm, he clenched his fist tightly, swearing out loud at whoever done it.
"The one who did this, whoever did this, will pay, they will pay! No one messes with Freddy Fazbear like that, especially not in this way!"
As he continued his rant, he then made sure that his other group members were safe, yet was almost at the brink of screaming of vengeance and vows of revenge until he heard a voice that was directed at him.
"Hey, shut up, will you? It's bad enough that we need to listen to you, plus, stop acting so bratty, we've been through way worse."
Sharply turning his heard, he started to growl.
"And who are you to judge-"
He stopped when he saw three females by the door, casually checking their armor, preventing any dust from collecting it. But that wasn't what he paid attention about, it was the people who wore it. His jaw dropped, as he then sensed his brothers and Bonnie's stares on their apparent guards' bodies. The one on the left was a cheetah, the right was a black and white vixen, and in the middle was perhaps the best looking girl he had ever laid eyes on, which was a crimson colored vixen that gave him a cold stare.
He then cockily grinned, swaggering with his brothers following him as they walked towards the girls, who all made no apparent moves to threaten them, yet their eyes hardened even more as they saw him approaching. His eyes feasting on their figures and their curves, he then said,
"So, who are you sexy ladies, and what are you doing here?"
He was shocked when he was responded by a quick punch from the cheetah, but recovered, glaring at the cat, who only stared calmly back, and then tried again. Clearing his throat, he then tried to do a different tactic by trying to succeed in actual physical contact, along with his brothers, who tried to flirt with the girls.
"Well, aren't you the best looking girls of the town?"
"You sure you never liked being admired by a man? Cause I'm definitely like what I'm seeing."
"What about you, miss? You single? Maybe we should get together sometimes."
They weren't able to saw anymore as they gulped, each of the females quickly drawing out weapons so that the tips were pricking at their throats, the cheetah carried a spear, the black and white vixen held a long dagger, and finally the red vixen held a long, elegant sword, silencing the panicking bears. Sneers curling on their mouths, the three girls kicked them back, sending them sprawling into their friends, before they went out of the door, locking it behind them, the same crimson vixen talking in a serious tone.
"I wouldn't be flirting with the Angel's Devils if I were you, especially if you knew our relations with who leads this place, and since there's a competition coming up in six months, I'd suggest that you start training, now."
Goldie had a perplexed expression on his face.
"Again, with the competition, what is that? I know that wolf said it, so what is it, and why is it so important? Besides, Angel's Devils, what's that?"
The three females looked at each other, before the black and white vixen sighed, going up to the door, ignoring the lewd stares on her figure, especially, once again, the males, and deadpanned them with the explanation, despite being uncomfortable with all of the staring on the vixen.
"You were brought here to fight, the outcome is usually that if you win, you live, if you lose, you die, no mercy comes from this ring, except the leader. We, the Angel's Devils, are one of the top teams in that certain … sport."
With that, Lana walked back with her friends, and then they walked down the hallway, yet all three of them could still feel the stares of the three bears still on them, making them angry, but then they continued walking, smug that they won't be able to look at them for that long when they fight. That didn't help with their temper, which they expressed freely as soon as they were out of ear shot, they knew that it wasn't needed, but they still wanted to keep some manners, after all, they did had to show some sportsmanship.
"Ugh, can you believe those three? Why did they think we were attracted to them? Plus, they looked at us like perverts, especially that golden one, he literally ogled you, Scarlet."
"You know, they remind me of that group Foxy told us that used to beat him up, what was it?"
"I think it was the Freddy Fazbears, or something close to it, that was the name of the group, Lana. Poor guy though, having to endure all of that pain, it's a miracle he got this far, with what he's been through."
"Well, now he is one of the strongest, he'll definitely be able to win, though, Liz and Penny haven't been fighting often."
"True, with Liz now with Argos, she's also helping him with his craft, Penny, well, Horton is just doing his best to teach her. No, Diamond, it's nothing romantic, they just want to be friends, besides, and I doubt that they have feelings for each other, you always think of stuff like that!"
"Hah, well, I'm an Angel's Devil, and so is Penny, so I wouldn't be surprised if she proved you wrong."
"Oh, nonsense!"
Sighing, Lana hung her head. "Remember the good old days?"
Chuckling, Scarlet wrapped her arm around her in a hug. "Yeah, those were some of the best times."
Just as the females were going to further talk, they entered the building where they all stayed in, where they saw Foxy sitting, forlorn, slowly polishing the blade he carried. Concerned, they walked up to him, and the fox stood up, and said,
"Marionette, Argos, Liz, Horton, and Penny, they all plan to leave."
After he saw their gaping jaws and protesting, he explained.
"They all wanted more peace, since that the ring can't really do that, and it would only bring back bad memories for the lads, they have chosen to move to the building where me teammates lived in, including where I was first trained. Don't worry, it is a fine place to live in, and they aren't angry at us, they just … want to have some quiet and isolation from the real world."
Slowly, he hugged them, feeling their tears mixing with his own small amount, as he knew that he probably won't see them again, since he had to run the ring by himself now, and his friends and partner. Straightening, he nodded firmly at them, wiping away any tears that still remained, guiding them to the hallway, where they saw their friends ready to depart. Allies hugged each other as they wished each other good luck, until Foxy and Marionette were the last ones to greet each other goodbye.
All was quiet when the two figures approached each other, sadness clearly seen in both of their eyes, until they both nodded respectfully, and shook hands.
"I wish you good luck, Marionette."
"The same to you Foxy, hopefully you'll be able to handle the responsibility. I entrust you that you are strong enough to do this?"
"Of course, it is what you had made me into."
"No, you're wrong." This caused surprised looks from all of the surrounding animatronics, but the puppet continued. "You were already meant for this, we just had to form you into your current form, already, I can see that you are fit enough for this task, and I wish you eternal fortune for anything that you will be facing. After all, I can't change your mind or the way you think, because that is what you decide to do with it. Au revoir, Foxy."
And with that, Marionette exited the building, followed by Argos, Liz, Penny, and finally, Horton, who nodded at all of them, before he then exited as well, now making the room five less, and five less for the group of fighters.
It was a long, quiet moment, as the four remaining thought about what their friends might have in the future, causing them all to be silent, until Diamond stood up.
"Come on, we got to prepare for the competition."
Nodding, the three others assisted each other to practice for the upcoming tournament, which was only a few months away, so they all practiced harder than ever before. Walking to the training room, they released their frustration by doing practice bouts, Diamond was against Foxy, and Scarlet was against Lana. After that was over, the two winners were set up against each other, which was Foxy against Scarlet, while Diamond and Lana fought. When their practice was done, they all decided to relax, now having the departure of their friends forgotten about temporarily, and they then chatted about what would happen at the competition.
Sipping the R.O.C.O.M.-infused coolant Horton had left for them, Foxy was discussing his concerns about the current event that was coming up soon. Nudging the surprised cheetah, he said,
"Guessing you're ready to fight?"
Diamond rolled her eyes, playfully punching him in the arm. "Of course, silly, we are all ready."
"Right, ah guess that means we should rest for teday, and continue teh do more tomorrow, argh!"
Laughing, the females almost spat out their water when they heard him do a pirate imitation and made himself into a stance, his right foot standing on the bench, along with his sword stretched out, as if he was a pirate stepping on treasure. When he saw them almost rolling on the floor laugh, he grinned, before he stretched himself, suddenly feeling tired, and went to bed, until Scarlet hurried him up by almost pulling him along, and heard the other two females chuckling behind them, and he said good night to them.
They responded by opening their mouths in smiling giggles, waving good night, saying, "Good night, Foxy, but I can see who will have a better one!"
He nervously looked at Scarlet, who was intently staring at him, but then he relaxed himself, knowing that nothing would go wrong, and just went to the bed they shared, and went into sleep mode, until he felt himself heat up as the crimson vixen positioned herself so that he was hugging her on the mattress, but he was so tired, he didn't mind, and slept, listening to the light breathing from her.
As the night once again came, the shadows descended over the nine animatronics in the sealed room in the barracks of the ring that were worrying over their situation, which was very grim for them indeed. One, they were captured by a horrific, unknown wolf, who was able to beat two of their friends at once, and they were both very strong, so whatever beat them was frighteningly stronger. Second, they were literally forced down, dragged, and apparently, tossed into this room, by really interesting females. That was thought by the Freddys, each of them fantasizing about them as they thought of whatever their minds could come up with.
Meanwhile, the females were trying to make friendly talk, yet they will also worried about their predicament, resulting them to make rumors and talk of panic. Scared, Chic made sure that her beak was on, before she hoarsely whispered,
"What do you think they will do with us? They want us to fight, and they said, they said, I-I can stand this!"
Carefully, her sister patted her back, making sure that she wouldn't cry.
"There, there, I'm sure that it would be alright, maybe we could talk with whoever was in charge of this fighting, maybe tell whoever they are to let us go. There's a pretty good chance of that, we could try."
She didn't say anymore as Mangle then spoke up, quietly muttering something, until BonBon went over to the curled up figure, asking her what was wrong. She was startled when the vixen shot her head up, shock and fear running wildly through her eyes as her voice quavered. They all had to lean in to what she was whispering, until she started to talk louder as she panicked more.
"Do you think, do you think that Foxy, was brought here, like we are now? Maybe he died here, or maybe he survive-"
She was interrupted as Goldie growled loudly, silencing her as he then snorted, before saying, "Don't even think about it, he wouldn't last here, he was and always has been weak." With that, he ordered everyone to sleep, which they complied, all tired from what had happened so far.
As Mangle drifted off the sleep, she had only one thought in her mind about Foxy, nothing sad, nothing angry, only one thing, curious. Remembering the dark red fox who was beaten out of shape, far beyond repair, she could still remember him twitching, surviving, always trying to live a few more days longer whenever they attacked him, and he even had the will to live, even after all that had occurred to him. Exhausted, she could only still think of that thought as she went into sleep mode.
What had happened to Foxy?