...AAAANDDDDD I'M BACK!
Jesus...Exams are tiring. Bleh.
Anyways! Hey guys! I'm back once again for another update to this story! Thank goodness that exams are over now! I can focus more on my stories as of late.
Anywho, I hope you peeps enjoy this chapter! I don't really have anything much else to say. So without further ado, here's Chapter 4!
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Disclaimer: I do not the game, Five Nights at Freddy's and all the characters from the game. The game was made by an amazing person named Scott Cawthon.
After your rather painful moment with the purple bunny, you excused yourself, saying that since you were still the night guard you still had to look after the entire place and make sure nothing was destroyed. Which included the robots themselves. Making you way towards the kitchen, you could hear the sounds of pots and pans clanging against each other followed by some "Oof!"s and some "Ah!". And Soon after, you heard a rather loud and painful thud, followed by a groan.
Chica's in trouble, you thought. With that, you made your way to the kitchen posthaste, ignoring whatever that came your way.
After a while, you reached the fairly lit kitchen, surprised to find out that the entire room was messy. Pots and pans everywhere, slices of undiscarded pizza and toppings as well as the fridge being open.
Seemed to be almost as messy as your home, you though, mentally chuckling at the statement.
With great care, you navigated your way through the kitchen, which was littered with pots and pans. Trying to find Chica, you were lucky enough to bump into her, finder her body sprawled on the floor as she looked rather dizzy.
"Hey Chica! You alright?" You asked, as you tapped the semi-conscious yellow chicken back into reality, causing her to groan and catch her bearings.
"Urgh...My head hurts Moikey..." Chica answered as she slowly sat up, grabbing the side of her head with her wing-like hand and rubbing it.
You chuckled a little before bringing out a hand to help. "Come on now Chicadee. Now's not the time to lie down and rest" You joked, as you had made a new nickname for the yellow chicken.
Grabbing your hand, Chica stood up slowly, still gripping the side of her head as it still felt rather sore. You frowned at this. You had always hated seeing others get hurt. And the girls were no exception to this.
"Thanks Moikey.." Chica looked up and smiled at you, causing you to smile warmly back at her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"No problem. Anyways, why are you here?" You asked curiously, eyeing the odd environment full of pots, pans and an assortment of other materials.
Chica sheepishly laughed as a tinge of red could be seen on her yellow feathers. "Was tryin' ta make some pizza, ya see. But I accidentally tripped and knocked almost everythin' in da room".
Ah...So that's why the place was a huge clusterfuck...You weren't all that surprised when she told you she was trying to make some pizza. She was crowned the unbeatable 'Pizza Queen' after all, which she probably still is. She had a rather huge appetite for anything that concerns pizza, pizza and even more pizza. With that statement, you chuckled at her. "Well, need help in anything? I am supposed to take care of you girls" You said with a smile, causing her eyes to dilate.
"Really? You'd do dat?" Chica asked, cocking her sideways, which was quite cute.
You furrowed your brow. "Well of course. I mean, why not?" You asked, quite curious as of the topic.
"Well...Freya can't cook for shit-". And with that statement, you laughed quite hard before calming down to let her continue, with a roll of her eyes and a small grin. "Yea...She really can't cook...Except for a number of dishes. Anyways, Bonnie also tries ta help, but can get rather clumsy at times, dropping da pizza unintentionally or cooking dem at da wrong temperature. Can't blame her though. An' Foxy can't really help since she has a hook and would probably impale da pizza"
...Wait...
...Foxy..?
"Foxy..?" You asked curiously, causing her to nod her head.
"Yea. Ya know, fur colored fox. Has a hook. I mean, her crotch was stuffed up your face just minutes ago!" Chica said, causing you to blush at the memory.
...Huh...That was odd. Now that you think about it...You've never heard of a 'Foxy' when you were young. And the last memory you've had of this place was when you were only 5 years old. You gave Chica a questioning look, nodding her head as if she understood your confusion.
"She was under some massive repairs. For at least 6 years due ta quite a ton of upgrading and whatnot" Chica said.
Ah...That can explain a few things. You can still faintly remember a sign somewhere that read, 'Out of Order', back when you were rather young. Huh...So Foxy was behind that back then. You then nodded your head and thanked Chica before saying that the two of you should better start making pizza as of now. With a nod of approval from the yellow chicken, the both of you went around and cleared the room first and foremost before continuing.
After a rather lengthy pizza making session, you and Chica had managed to finish quite a lot, about a dozen pizza, which wasn't surprising since you were cooking with 'Miss Master Chef'. Checking the time on your phone, you found that it was only 2:46 am. This meant that you still had time to meet up and talk with Freya and Foxy. After saying farewell for now to Chica, you made your way out of the kitchen and to...God knows where Freya might be.
Hell! She could be stalking you for all you know.
"Oh! Hello there Mike!"
HOLYSHITWTFBBQ!1!
You yelped in surprise before turning around, finding Freya looking at you with a curious look as she was also trying to hold in her laughter.
Oh har har har. Real funny Freya...Real Funny...
You rolled your eyes before smiling greeting her. "Hello Freya" You said as you composed yourself once again.
...Hey, you had to look like a professional in front of a lady, right? And in terms of acting ladylike, she was the highest.
Walking over to you, she briefly gave you a hug, causing you to blush from the fact that her breasts were against your chest once again. After a moment, she had let go of the hug and was smiling at you. At that point, you can't help but notice that she was about your height, albeit a bit shorter than you by a couple of centimeters at the most.
"How are you feeling, Mike? I suppose you still feel a bit sore from your...'encounter' with Foxy" She said, fidgeting a little when she mentioned the encounter with the red pirate fox.
Yea...No shit Sherlock...Just don't remember where your head was back then and you should be on good terms...
"Yea...My neck still hurts a bit. But otherwise, I'm alright" You replied, causing her to sigh in relief.
"Well that's a relief. I cannot fathom how you would fare with a very sore body. And it is merely your first night here! If this were to be routine, what would happen to you after a week!?"
The both of you shared a hearty laugh from the joke, calming down a moment later. "Anyways...Do you happen to know where Foxy might be? I want to talk to her" You said, causing Freya to nod her head.
"Yes. In fact, I actually wanted to speak to her as well. Although, for a separate reason" She replied.
You nodded your head and grinned at her. "Well, Allons-y!" You said, doing your best to imitate a particular doctor, causing Freya to giggle. She then grabbed your hand before dragging you to where Foxy might be. And by drag, she literally dragged you. Seriously. This bear has a lot of strength that you can vouch for.
After a while, you had managed to free yourself from the grip of Freya, which caused her to be quite embarrassed by it. From then, the two of you idly walked by each other, merely chatting with one another about trivial things such as hobbies, favorite food and stuff of the like. You were quite surprised when you found out that Freya's favorite food was Lasagna and even more surprised when she told you how she had managed to eat it.
Can you imagine it? She apparently sneaked out of the pizzeria and found herself in the kitchen of a nearby fancy restaurant.
She also told you a number of things about her 'sisters'. Though, you were intrigued on the fact that she called them her sisters. But in all honesty, they seemed like one big happy family.
Eventually, the two of you had managed to reach the place where Foxy was at.
"Here we are! Pirate's Cove!" Freya said in an enthusiastic tone.
"Ay? Who are the ones that enter me cove?" A familiar female voice echoed from the inside.
"It's me! Freya! And Mike is with me too!" Freya answered.
A moment later, the curtains parted and revealed a rather spacious stage with wooden floor tiles and a gigantic ship near the wall. Once the curtains had opened, the sound of footsteps could be heard, with Foxy revealing herself a moment later, still wearing the same pirate gear as before. She walked forward once again before stopping just a few steps away from you and Freya.
"Ah...So yer the laddie that I tackled..." Foxy said with a questioning gaze that seemed to pierce your soul.
"Err...Yea...The name Mi-". However, you couldn't finish your sentence as apparently, Foxy threw a cutlass towards you, which you managed to catch in the nick of time. The blade felt real and seemed heavy enough to be the real thing as well, though the question that was spiraling through your mind was why the hell would she throw such a thing?
"AVAST!" Foxy yelled as she charged at you with a cutlass of herself. You had managed to react fast enough and drew the blade that was given to you, managing to block the blow, resulting in the sound of steel against steel.
"FOXY! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING!?" You heard Freya yell.
"YARR! Tis be my traditional greeting!" Foxy replied, as she merely grinned at you. "Ay laddie! If ye manage ta beat me in a duel, I accept ye as our caretaker. Afta' all, ye did say it be yer job ta look after us" She said, forcing more pressure on her blade.
Gritting your teeth, you pushed her with huge force, causing her to skid back a little. In that small window of opportunity, you quickly dashed to where she was and tried to force the blade out of her hand. Unfortunately, she was quick to recover, repelling your counter-attack with a swift sidestep followed by a jab. You quickly turned your body and blocked it. You flicked your wrist, causing her blade to move out of balance. Moving in, you managed to grab her wrist with your right arm, flipping your sword so that the blade was facing towards you and curving your left arm around her right arm, so that the dull end of the blade was now resting on her neck.
However, her right foot came crashing down against your left leg, causing your grip around her to weaken, just enough to free herself. Flipping your blade back forward while Foxy spun towards you, the both of you had found each other's blade against each other's neck, able to feel the cold steel of the blade. For a moment, you could see hesitation in Foxy's eyes and that was when you made your move. Kicking her in the leg as she did to you, she staggered back and loosened her grip on her sword. Flicking your wrist, you managed to flung her sword out of her hand before you pushed her down, causing her to impact the floor rather hard. Walking over to her while panting, you aimed your blade directly towards her before muttering,
"I win"