Reinventing Freddy's

Chapter Three: The Idea, the Plan, the Fox

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We spent the whole night talking about our plan, eventually moving me back to the security office where I could watch the monitors and talk with them at the same time. During that time I started to really like the Fazbear bunch.

Freddy was the leader, obviously. He was kind and effective at breaking up the arguments that broke out between the others. He liked to be in the middle of everything and thought about everything he said before he said it. He was a voice of reason and acted pretty proper for the most part, almost annoyingly so, pulling out a chair for me to sit, asking if I my injuries were okay, even offering me a beverage.

Chica, I learned was a bit rude, but I don't think she meant to be. Unlike Freddy she just didn't think before she spoke, and never really realized when she said something hurtful or offensive. She was quick to apologize if it was pointed out and I pretty quickly desensitized myself to whatever she might say. It's not like she meant it.

I eventually asked her if she actually made any of the pizzas and got the answer I had pretty much expected.

"We're robot. We don't need to eat why would I waste my time with it, weirdo?"

Bonnie seemed to be interested in just about anything anyone said, especially me since I was new. He had an active imagination and couldn't wait to share his thoughts, many of which twisted around so much that I almost didn't bother trying to keep up. His personality didn't fit his looks at all; he was too big, too tall. I imagine that if it did he would just look like really smart little kid, maybe with a pair of glasses.

Foxy seemed to be the quiet sort, mostly only speaking up when he deemed it important, or when the topic of conversation was directed toward him, which it was for most of the night. Other than that he seemed content to sit in the background and listen to what was around him. He did like to crack jokes once in a while, and though they were usually pretty corny I found myself laughing at each one. I did figure out that he loved telling stories and he was really good at it, gradually adjusting the tone and intensity for his audience. I'm not one to hang on every word but his fables were pretty darn interesting. I even found myself swaying along to a pirate song he claimed to have made up on the spot.

I didn't have my phone or ipod but I sang them a few songs I knew as the night progressed, some recently made and some too old or obscure for them to have heard. Foxy especially liked Hoist the Colours and the others loved music from the early 1900s and pop songs from the late nineties, the overall favorite was Play a Simple Melody, which they sang to the point that I hated it. Thanks guys.

By the time I even thought to look at the clock, it was already almost six. By then I was tired, and we had pretty much worked everything out, so I told them all to get back in their places while I cleaned up the mess, well messes. First I had to wipe up all of the blood, put the "Ursa" suit back, dump my old pants in the trash, and reequip my belt and taser. After that I had to clean up the art supplies(Crayons, pencils, paper…) I then made my way to the main office, leaving something in there for later.

I had all of that finished rather quickly, it was just after six ten when I unlocked the front doors and was faced with Cassandra. She looked surprised; she was standing next to my bike with bolt cutters in one hand and my bike chain in the other. After the night I'd had, I didn't even blink. I knew what she was doing. She got here, saw that my bike was still sitting there, assumed I was dead, and was about to start hiding evidence. Clever girl. It was still pretty dark but the sky was just starting to light up. It was pleasantly cool compared to the heated day before. I bet the joggers weren't even out yet.

I sauntered up to her, "Find something you like?"

She dropped the chain and grasped the tool in both hands, "N-Now hold on! I-"

"Shut it Cass. I know what you were doing. Pay for my bike chain and we can call it even. Now sit with me, I have some things to discuss with you." I rested on the curb, patting the spot next to me with my now bad hand.

She looked nervous but complied, hands still grasping the bolt cutters. I raised my eyebrow and began my part of the conversation.

"Look, I know you sent me in there to die-"

"B-But you signed the full nondisclosure agree-"

"SHUT UP!" I screamed.

She flinched, and fumbled as the bolt cutters slipped from her hand. Yeah, I enjoyed that.

"As I was saying, the only reason I'm not going to the police is because of them." I pointed towards the front door with my thumb.

She looked perplexed, "Them? But didn't they try to… you know?"

I stared back boredly, "Yeah. I'm good at making friends out of enemies. Turns out they're not that bad, Chica's kind-of a brat sometimes but I don't think she means it, the others are pretty chill."

She stared at me, "Does that mean you aren't quitting?"

Lying down I sighed, "Yeah. More than that though."

"What?"

"First, how have you not been shut down yet?"

She looked even more uncomfortable, if that's possible, "I have a few friends who are good at… making things go away, good at interrupting phone calls and many other things. I won't go any further into it than that. The people I hired were almost always single, and lived alone. They were easy for my… friends, to take care of. You're the first I've hired that actually had a life at home."

"But the public files and stuff…"

"Were changed. People move a lot these days," She said solemly.

"Alright that's disturbing, and slightly familiar. So second question, why do you still have Foxy if he's been out of order so long?"

She bit her lip, and some of her lipstick came off onto her teeth. "Well, there's actually more than one reason. See, this restaurant used to belong to my father. I inherited it. My father loved kids, and he majored in computer technology and advanced robotics. He was a man ahead of his time, really. He knew things about programming and data storage that the CIA still can't imagine. He created those animatronics himself, and one more, though he never finished it. He tried to teach me how to reprogram them, fix them, and all of that. I've always been helpless with that sort of thing though, and I think it made him a bit sad actually."

"He never blamed Foxy for what happened, and he kept everyone's spirits up after the disappearing children incident. He died of lung cancer back in 1993, just when the restaurant seemed to be recovering, and it really affected everyone here, most of the employees quit and the animatronics were really sad for a long time. His dying wish was that I keep the business going, keep making the kids smile, keep the bots safe. He really did love them, so do I, they're like the little siblings I never had, that's why I hire night guards. I'm trying my best to keep up but I'm failing. I actually got permission from the state to put Foxy back on stage but we don't have the funds to fix him, or his suit."

I smiled up at her, "Aw, that actually made me hate you a bit less. Here."

I pulled a piece of printer paper out of my shirt pocket and handed it to her, making sure that the bloody napkins on my arm brushed against her hand. Unfolding it revealed a hand drawn picture of Foxy, front and back, or, what we all hoped to turn him into anyway. The animatronics and I had spent the entire night on his new design, and Bonnie had insisted on naming it Foxy 2.0. After studying the fox closely I was able to get a pretty good feel for the structure of his suit, and we worked from that.

Foxy's new costume design was pretty cool looking, it had to be, he had insisted it be the coolest.

The design we had decided upon held some resemblance to his old one. The colors were the same, and he still had tan colored trousers, though new, his hook, a few gold teeth, and his basic body shape albeit a bit thinner near the stomach, but that's about where the resemblance ended. We had all decided to make it look a more like he was alive so to do that, I made it so that instead of multiple suit parts to make it all one piece for the body, and one for the head. I had focused mostly on making him kid friendly, and that meant making him cute. How do you make pretty much anything cute you ask? Make it fluffy. Instead to the plain felt covering that all of the other animatronics had, I decided that we would replace it with a fake fur covering. Easy to find at a large fabric store, I was sure it wouldn't take too long to get.

Then there was his head, the first thing I did was smooth out his facial features so that he would look more lifelike. It was hard because I knew I couldn't alter the endoskeleton, and the plates on the inside still needed to be able to make expressions but I made it work. By putting flexible ears in the head instead of having them poke out of the top it made him look more real. Then it was the eyes. By narrowing them I was able to make them more regular shaped for a fox, instead of the wide eyed glare that they had going on before.

Last was the big furry tail, which had fallen off years ago. According to foxy he had woken up one day feeling lighter, and there it was behind him. It was stripped bare now but all that would take is some fluffy fabric and some stuffing.

With all that put together, Foxy would look better than the rest of the Fazbear crew.

Cass stared at the picture almost longingly, before letting it fall to the ground. I could see tears in her eyes.

"I already told you. I can't afford it."

I picked the paper up without looking and put it back in my pocket before asking, "Can you afford my first paycheck?"

She sighed, "Barely, yeah."

I slipped her a sly smile, "Alright, give it to me in advance and we can have a whole new Foxy by the middle of next week."

Cass looked at me funny.

"What," I asked, "It's only Monday. I know a few people. All I really need it for is the fabric, pants, stuffing, that sort of stuff."

She hesitated before giving in, "Fine. But if you screw him up… I just don't know what I'll do with you…"

"Pffft. You worry too much. Now let's go get one of those nondisclosure forms and my paycheck, I've gotta phone a friend. Where's your phone? I left my cell at home."


Yeah, this chapter is a bit of a shorty. I like to separate my plot points though you know? The next chapter is already half written though so... yay.

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