Birth and Creation: Different Enough to be the same

by Gamer guy 95

After 20 years, Max Rider goes back to his childhood favorite pizza place to get a job as the night guard. But will his friends still remember him? I own nothing but my OC's Jhonny Carl and Max Rider. fnaf and all the chariters belong to the grate Scot Cawrthon. This is my first story ever so im new here.

3. Chapter 3

BIRTH AND CREATION - DIFFERENT ENOUGH TO BE THE SAME

CHAPTER 3 : BACK ON MY FEET

Five months of intense training and I'm shifting my arms into weapons as easily as changing underwear. No more whirring and clanging for me, I know everything there is to know about the machine I've become, and I like it.

"Congratulations, Max", says Jeremy, grinning from ear to ear, "you're good to go!"

"Yeah? And where am I headed? I disappeared more than 20 years ago, it's not like I have a home, a car and a job waiting for me out there".

"Oh, don't worry about that, everything's taken care of", Jeremy says as he hands me a piece of paper that reads: 344 Samson Drive, apartment 312, and a wad of cash. A fat wad of cash actually. "It's $25 000, should help you get back on your feet until you get a job. And about that, chat to your neighbour, his name's Mike, he'll help you out".

"Well, uh, thanks Fitz", I mumble, not quite sure what to make of all this.

"You'll be fine, go now, and call if you need us". We shake hands, and rather reluctantly I turn and walk away.

I walk out the door and right there in the holding area - it can't be, surely! But it is, my beautiful bike! It looks brand new, I can't believe it! And perched on the seat is a bag with exact replicas of the clothes I was wearing when I got shot - I guess good taste never goes out of style. I pick up the bag and it's heavy, so I head for the change room to check it out properly. Just as I thought, it has a false bottom. My weapons! These guys have thought of everything, I smile as I strap on my gear.

I arrive at the apartment after an amazing hour's ride, exhausted but happy. I collapse on the bed and am asleep immediately.

It seems like seconds later I hear the bitching of my alarm clock, and ignore it. Big mistake - it vibrates frantically and slides off the table, straight onto my snout! "Aaahh, what the hell?" I shout, shooting upright in surprise and shock. I see the time on the devil machine reads 9:30 am, so I grab my toothbrush, facecloth and tick 'n flea shampoo and head for the shower.

I blow-dry and brush my fur, get my kit on and head out in search of food. Not the healthiest breakfast choice, but for months I've been craving pizza and I can't help wondering whether my old childhood favourite is still in business ... Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Man, I had a good time at Pirate's Cove when I was a cub. Those animatronics were the closest things I knew to anthro's and I felt more comfortable there than anywhere, I remember it like yesterday ...

*FLASHBACK TO 1977*

"Aaarrr, me matey's, and that be how I found me treasure and defeated Blackbeard", says Foxy, finishing his story.

We all clap and shout and Foxy takes a bow as the purple curtains close. One by one the children leave Pirate's Cove, but I'm hanging around a while, waiting until the cost is clear. I take a peek through the curtains and see Foxy putting away his wooden sword. I'm a shy 10 year old, never sure what people will think of me. "F-F-F-Foxy?" I stutter. His ears prick up and he turns to see me peeping through the curtains. He gets down on his knee and growls, "ahoy, laddie, and what be ye doin' 'ere in me Cove?"

I'm too terrified to speak, but before I can turn and run, Foxy says, "aye matey, no need to be scared of me". He reaches out his hand and pushes the curtain aside to let me in, but I can't move. Foxy gently takes my hand and pulls me into the Cove towards a stool. I sit. Foxy kneels in front of me and stares in my eyes, sensing my sadness and fear.

"Aye, laddie, what be on your mind?" he says gently, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"I - I - I don't have any friends because of the way I look", I whisper, hugging my tail. "Will you be my friend?"

"Aye, of course laddie", Foxy laughs, ruffling my furry head and making me smile.

"Hey, Foxy? Can - can I be in one of your adventures, maybe be your first mate?"

He grins broadly, "how about both?"

I hug the robotic pirate fox, feeling happier than ever before in my life.

*END FLASHBACK*

My friendship with the whole gang lasted 9 years before I joined a different gang altogether. I wonder what I'll find going back there.