The covers to the cove were closed and shut up tightly, condemning anyone from daring to step into the deep gloomy atmosphere the area produced. I dared to push away the curtains.
"Foxy," I asked cautiously, "are you there?"
"Ahoy, lass," the pirate swooped down from an unknown point, "fancy seein' ye 'ere."
"Don't do that again, you scared me!" I had a paw set upon my heaving chest and glared evilly at the sniggering pirate captain in front of me.
"'Sall righ', I ain't gonna hurt ye," we sat down offstage, out of the nosy camera's view and on the fluffy carpeting.
Foxy contemplated by putting his hook up to his chin and resting his head on the dull side, elbow sitting on his crossed thigh.
"Wha' do ye say we do firs', lassie?" His servos whirred when he unlatched his jaws to yawn, golden teeth shimmering.
"Tell me something. Anything. What happened, who you were, what were you like, who, what, when, where, why, and how?" I fixated my gaze on him, and his frame visibly slumped backwards, hook moved away from his face to support him from falling over.
Foxy closed his gold eyes for a moment, searching through his memories like he was fishing at a pond.
I nearly dozed off until he snapped his fingers, "I go' it!"
Wide awake by then, I listened intently as he launched until his tale, "I'll 'ell ye 'bout me firs' day o' school..."
A little boy scuttled up to a large brick building, eyes wide as if they could not contain the sheer size of the view placed in front of him. His mother had left him a while ago, waving to him as she drove away.
"Bye-bye, Felix," she yelled, "have a nice first day!"
He gulped down any lingering uncertainties and walked forwards in the direction of the two large front doors propped open by small ramps of some sort. The cool air that was emitted from the school building was chilly and welcoming after standing out in the late summer heat for such a long time. Felix could tell he was early, as only a few of his new comrades roamed the halls. The boy admired the size of the doorframe, it towered up above him so high, he had to bend his neck nearly all the way backwards to take in the glorious sight. The anxiety he once felt was now replaced by a lingering sensation of curiosity and joy, he was going to make friends today!
An older, taller girl stomped past him and he spoke up, "Where are the classrooms? I'm looking for this one."
The red head handed her a paper with the numbers 1609. The lanky female chewed on a piece of spearmint gum thoughtfully, then pointed down a hallway to the left.
"Thank you!" Felix waved as she nodded and bounded away to who knows where.
He took a few uncertain strides through the school and down the hall. Sneaking glances at the nameplates, he tried to look for a match to the writing on his pamphlet because he didn't know his numbers yet.
That's why I am at school! The new schoolboy concluded.
Felix stood in the doorway of some classroom that he assumed to be his and looked around, noticing a tall, adult female in the corner and shuffling around some papers. Her brown eyes made their way up, and she squeaked when she saw Felix standing there, dumbfounded.
"Why, hello!" The teacher smiled, "What's your name?"
"Felix," his brow furrowed, taking in all of the new information and sights and sounds.
"Well then, Felix! Welcome to classroom 1609, my name is Mrs. Birch," she replied warmly.
Felix broke into a small grin with Mrs. Birch.
"Please, take a seat anywhere you like," the kind adult motioned for him to step forwards to the desks.
Felix chose a chair in the front of the room, a chair to right of the middle. He set his heavy bag down and rummaged through it until a bright yellow pencil emerged in his grasp.
The teacher chuckled quietly and finished her planning, "You know, I think we'll have a great year together, you and I."
"Oh, I am certain we will."
The rest of the day went smooth, learning about classroom policies and rules along with their ABC's. When Felix got home, he was ecstatic.
"What did you learn about honey? See anything?" His mother asked, looking up from a book and hugging him on the sofa.
"Everything," he whispered, golden eyes glazed in a sweet cocoon of bliss and joy.
"Not everything, my sweet. There are much more territories beyond here for you to explore, and beyond even those."
"But my legs aren't long enough yet!"
"They grow, darling, and soon you will walk the entire world."
Between her stroking his flaming head of hair and the soothing words that came out of her lightly stained pink lips in a pristine, clear voice, he welcome exhaustion and fell asleep.
"Wow," I blinked, "your mom must have been really nice."
Foxy sighed and said, "Argh, on'y in me younge' years, lass. Wha'ever love she hel' fo' me soon va'ished, like dew in the su'."
I looked down, "Foxy, I'm sorry, I didn't-"
The pirate fox put up a finger to my mouth, "I's fine. Ye didn' kno'."
Leaning over, I hugged him and felt his arms wrap around my back. It was horrible that his mom didn't love him. I couldn't even imagine mine generally disliking me. Yeah, my parents were apart of a busy business, but at least they kept me happy and were on their phones for at the least amount of time they could be. We pulled away slowly, as if we didn't want to let each other go so soon. Foxy gazed up at a clock. It said 3:50 AM.
"I'll tell you about mine tomorrow, we can take turns everyday," I suggested, due to the tight time.
He winked nodded his scarlet colored head in a yes. I stepped away, but not before shoving my face into the camera and yowling, Rrrrroooooaaawwwrrr!
A screech could be heard down the hall from Mike, "Agh! She's in Pirate's Cove now!"
Foxy snorted as I walked out when the electronic recorder flicked off. I don't know why they were so terrified, I would never hurt an employee, especially Jeremy. He fixed my software, and I was grateful. You don't kill somebody because they helped you, that would just be plain twisted. Bonnie's large ears' outline could be seen in the dining room again. He was pretty content with alternating between the West Hall and Dining Room tables. I saw Freddy and Chica sitting onstage still, not showing a single twitch of a wire or joint. I clicked my own hydraulics and settled down on all fours, sliding my paw pads across the hard, checkered flooring of the desolate arcade.
This time, I slunk over to the kitchens. I passed the bathrooms, with the thought of not wanting to explore in them. The kitchen was clean, save a few pots and pans scattered around the counters. The floor were checkered black and white tiles. My left side bang fell into my face as I stared down at the work and I blew it away with a huff. Still on all fours, I hurried away in impatience. There was now a hall presented before me, much like it's West counterpart, except slightly shorter in length.
It was dusty and particles of an unknown nature floated around my vision. My eyes clicked and I could make out shapes looming in the dark much better than before. I shrugged, not caring that much for what happened to them, and pressed on. Sometimes my paws left a mark in the dust until I swished my tail and the imprint disappeared and became one with the air surrounding me. I made sure not to inhale any of the dirty specks that danced around me like an old pack of abandoned confetti. A room beckoned for me in the distance, and my body happily obliged to follow with walking towards it.
It was a small corner room, and an opening was in the far right corner. I popped my head up and looked through a window to my right. Mike and Jeremy were putzing around in the office, either rearranging things on the desk or pointing to things on the camera. Occasionally they would say something to each other, and burst out in what seemed to be a fit of laughter. I put my head down and sauntered over to the door. My claws slipped soundlessly inside their sheaths when I realized how much noise they were making, clicking across the floor eerily. The echoes soon stopped and I walked warily into the office.
This is so fun! I thought, admiring the office behind the two men so they wouldn't spot me.
Jeremy was playing with a rubber band as if was a banjo, and Mike was poking meaninglessly at the tablet in hand. Jeremy now was turning into a one man band by plucking on the rubber band and drumming a pencil on the desk in between the choppy strums.
"Could you be so kind as to shut the fuck up?" Mike looked up from his pursuit in the cameras due to Jeremy's annoying yet hilarious antics.
"Nope," then the blonde started to dance in place with a seething Mike glaring at him.
I put a paw up to hide my giggles and snuck out to the East side once more. Standing on two legs, I scanned the East Hall Corner. It was decorated with star banners and drawings of laughing children. I saw the wrongly colored version of Freddy again, and the strange stirring of something in my mind returned. It was beginning to give me a raging headache, so I tore my gaze away and in my face were four newspaper articles plastered on the wall before me. They almost begged for me to read them, and I began to read without agreement to my eyes.
Kids Vanish At Local Pizzeria-Bodies Not Found, one was printed.
Five Children Now Reported Missing. Suspect Convicted.
Local Pizzeria Threatened With Shutdown Over Sanitation.
The fourth looked like one was taped over another, and I stared at the one on top.
Sixth Child Missing At Local Pizzeria.
My head started to spin wildly when I read the imprinted caption listed beneath the bold printed title:
Recently, a five-year-old girl known as Kaitlyn Abernathy has gone missing.
Authorities presume she went missing on November 13, 2014. Rumor has it that she was last seen at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, playing there at closing time. The restaurant was empty when a man dressed as one of the characters and lured the girl backstage. She has yet to be seen around town.
"Kay-Kay, please come home," her mother pleads, "I miss you so much and it breaks my heart to be separated from you. If you're reading this, I love you so much my little Lucifer..."
I saw stars when I saw my mother's input, I remember whenever I had been bad she hugged me after yelling and said, "Little Lucifer, even though you're a pain in the neck, you're my pain in the neck."
My middle name was Lucifer, and she used it ever since as a pet name. It was either "My Devine Devil," or "Little Lucifer," or "Deviant Demon."
My vision warped, and I could barely register my legs pulling me out of the room and down the hall. I stumbled along precariously, and dropped pots and pans with loud thumps in the kitchen. I couldn't care less at the moment. Memories started to return, the invisible barrier that was shielding my mind broke after so many hits to it and clues as to why my poor little soul was trapped inside this cold, unforgiving, metal body. And the thoughts of the beginning of that unfortunate day reared their ugly heads and revealed themselves by sacrificing their dark, pitiful souls to my conscious.
"Mommy, look!" I was so happy! I put on momma's hair dye all by myself! I looked just like her!
"Kaitlyn!" She gasped and I was confused as to why, "Why did you do that?"
I giggled at her confusion, mommy was so silly. "I look just like you!"
My hands were smeared with the violet, and it looked weird. Maybe I could use it as paint for my pretty pictures? Momma picked me up an I relished the feeling of being suspended in the air by sticking my hands out and pretending to be a super hero.
"I'm a super hero now, mommy!" She put me on her shoulders with a laugh.
I giggled too, we're both gonna be silly, together forever! I wanted to look exactly like her, I want her brown hair and hazel eyes.
I sighed with the thought and picked at the hair I so desperately wanted to bear, "Momma, why am I not just like you?"
She put me down and gave me an Eskimo kiss. I put my palms on her cheeks as she leaned down and stuck my forehead onto hers. I like Eskimo kisses. "Because, my Devine Devil, you're special."
"Okay, mommy," I grinned. Everybody should be like their mommas!
I doubled over in the pain that the memory brought with it.
Please, make it stop, I begged nobody in particular.
Kitchenware still fell at my mercy, and the building was alive with the energy of sound. Tingles skyrocketed throughout me, but it wasn't the uncomfortable yet pleasurable ones I had experienced earlier today. No, these ones were deep and nerve-wracking, using my nervous system as a freeway for traveling to cause long term misery and depression. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it I hated it I hated it I hated it. I slammed against the kitchen door, and it opened as I sprawled on the floor like earlier. Except Freddy wasn't there to help me up. More agony seared through my head and I cried out until my mind went bla-
Daddy strapped me in my Frozen themed carseat. He found out about my pretty hair, too. Momma told him, but I wanted it to be a surprise for him. I couldn't be mad at her for it, she was probably too excited that I looked almost exactly like her. Daddy ruffled my hair, and I was afraid he was going to ruin my momma hair.
"Daddy, stop it!" I pushed him away, and snickered, "Take me to Freddy's!"
"Of course, your majesty Abernathy," he bowed much to my delight. We were all going to be a silly, silly family!
Daddy was my servant, "Get in the car, you lowlife servant!"
Momma turned around to glare at me and I hushed myself by putting a finger up to my small lips. She was a servant, too. I look just like my servant.
"Mommy, we're going to Freddy's, right?" I want to see my friend Goldie!
He does magic tricks for me and plays with me, Goldie is my best friend. Actually, second best friend, next to Naomi! She would always be my best friend, 'cause we're together forever! My beam stretched wide and proudly when my momma nodded. I'm gonna see my bestie, Goldie! Bestie Goldie, bestie Goldie, bestie Goldie, bestie Goldie! They rhyme. I'm learning about rhymes in school. Rat, cat, bat, hat, mat, sat, fat, gnat, pat, lat, tat, vat, flat...
The images flickered like a movie of my previous life. My breath was heavy and ragged, and my throat closed up. Tears by now were spilling across my cheeks like somebody left the tap on high. Pulling myself forward as if I lost the use of my hind legs, I got up slowly when I made it to the arcade. Violet knees were wobbling and I went along to the stage. My lungs and esophagus felt like they were on fire, I could barely inhale without trouble. Wasn't there a disease where you could drown on your own blood?
Freddy help me! I screamed silently, out of the bear's field of vision.
That was sort of good. I didn't want him to see me reduced to a mess of tears and tabby fur.
No it's happening aga-
I sat in the dark corner and looked for Goldie to play with. I could see a shape coming towards me, maybe it was him!
I burst away before playing with him to ask my momma and daddy, "Mommy, Daddy! Can I play with my friend over there?"
I waved madly to where my friend was waiting and hoped my parents would answer me even if they were on their phones for business, and I was ecstatic when momma told me, "Yeah, sure honey."
She said yes! I ran back, "Goldie, Goldie, I can play!"
My face lit up like a Christmas Tree when he said, "Come backstage with me. I have a gift for you..."
A gift! What kind of gift? Big or small? Nice or not? Pretty or ugly? What will he get me?
"Sure, Goldie!" I couldn't wait, the suspense was going to eat me alive!
"Sh, Kaitlyn, you have to be quiet to see it."
I smiled at him, Goldie was so nice. Why doesn't he talk to everybody else? Is it because I'm special? I guess it is. My momma always told me I'm special, anyways. I held his hand. I like to hold his hand, it's so fluffy, just like my teddy bear! He brought me over to the stage and behind the blue curtains. Was my present here? We went into a room with some words on the door that I didn't understand.
"Is this where we're going to play," I asked my best friend, "because it's really dark."
"Yes, it is..." His voice sounded weird.
Something glinted in his hand above me, maybe it was my new present. Yes, that was it, he was just excited about my toy! I wanted to hug him, to thank him, but I heard a music box noise behind me and something grabbed my shoulders with cold, creeping hands. The fingers were slender and would give me bruises. I screamed, it hurt me.
"Goldie, help me!" He could get the man off me, I knew he would.
Except my eyes widened, I was scared, as Goldie ignored me and asked coolly, "Did you say bye to your parents?"
What was he getting at? "N-no..."
An overwhelming sense of fear and torture wrecked my small body when he said "Too bad."
I wanted to ask what my bestie was doing when he brought the knife down, but agony scorched through where my heart should be when he brung the blade down upon my little chest.
"This is the joy, the joy of creation!" The voices inside my head warped and twisted evilly. I wanted it to stop. I needed it to stop.
"Help! Please, h-help me!" I cried when the slender figure let go and began to push me into something that shredded my flesh.
The last word I ever said was "Freddy!" When my eyes locked with his sky blue ones.
I'm sorry, they said, and the clock struck twelve and my mind went turned fuzzy before shutting down completely.
I was backstage. How did I get here? It doesn't matter anyways, actually. I was stooped over the very spot I was murdered in, and I thought I could smell the thick tang of blood even though everything was cleaned by now. My software was overloading and my head throbbed against my cranium painfully. I stared at the reflective table, and instead of seeing some lovely cat animatronic, I saw a little girl with violet highlights, blood stained across her face and tears running down her chubby cheeks. My legs wobbled and gave, and the world went black as I fell into an endless pool of misery...
There's a blue light. I can see it. It's a bright sapphire light in the dark that shrouded its every corner. Such a foolish light. The darkness will soon swallow it whole, it should leave. But no, this was a persistent glare.
"Krissy..." It said.
"Krissy."
"Krissy!"
"Kristina!"
I opened my eyes fully to see Freddy standing over me, concern etched on his face.
"Don't call me that!" I screamed and yelled, "My name is Kaitlyn Lucifer Abernathy!"
He seemed to be shocked and hurt that I would scold him so harshly and showed this by reeling back as if he had been slapped.
I started to sob, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, so so sorry."
"The memories hurt, don't they? I'm sorry they came so soon for you," he sat beside my shaking, nerve wracked body.
I replied by sniffling pitifully. I am such a lost human being.
Animatronic, I corrected myself mentally.
Freddy put a paw on my back reassuringly and hesitantly held something out to me. I gasped when I saw what the object was. It was a shimmering barrette, in the shape of a black star that caught what little light there was and reflected my face.
"Freddy, I-I, I don't know what to say," the clip was stunning, to put it mildly.
"Then don't say anything," he pushed away some stray hairs from my left side bang and clipped it where my ear connected to my head.
He hummed softly to a tune I knew as 'Toreador March', and said quietly, "Y'know, I saw you with Foxy. It's nice to know you like each other. I hope you're happy together."
His smile looked pained and something flickered in the depths of his pooling eyes. Was that jealousy? I didn't know. But before I could study it more intensely, it was replaced by a mask of forced happiness.
"Really, I am ecstatic for you two Kit-Kat."
"Freddy, it's not like that-" but he already left, leaving the door swaying.
I buried my head into my crossed arms and brought my knees up to my chest. An ice burned through my veins that craved revenge and the blood of my, our, killers. My chest ached, and I have never felt more alone in my entire life.
A/N: You guys are like, the best ever! Thank y'all so much for all the attention my stupid FanFiction is getting! I never would have expected this many follows, favorites, and reviews in any of my lame stories. Now, for details about the FanFiction...
Awh! I feel so bad I had to do that to Krissy! I'm sorry girl!, please forgive me. I promise you'll end up with the love of your life and you will find your killer and peace. I would like to give a special thanks to...
Emarye! Thank you so much for being my best friend on this site! I hope everyone here will check this awesome writer out, she just wrote a story called Unloved that focuses on our beloved Foxy and a girl named Sophie. I have read it, and it is extremely interesting. This amazing human being answered all of my retarded questions about what she thinks should happen. She is the best, please R/R her FanFictions.
And she also is leaning towards FreddyXKrissy, same with me, so you guys know what that means. It will end up being Freddy with Kristina, but for you Foxy lovers I still have some FoxyXKrissy tricks up my sleeve. And there will be lots of tension between the two, bear and fox. And Krissy will sadly be stuck in the middle. Come on, Fazbear and Cap'n! The poor girl is having some serious PTSD! Can you take your stupid love fight somewhere else? Plus, this chapter was a nuclear bomb of memories, and if it wasn't figurative, you all would be dead by now in the literal memory bomb.
Foxy: No, lass! I'll ma'e Freddy, walk t'e plank!
Freddy: *Sits on Foxy* Nope.
Me: What the…? GET OFF EACH OTHER!
Anyways folks, please keep reading. I love you so much, for reals! And could somebody please get me a crowbar so I can pry these two away? *Sticks out hand* Crowbar!