Epilogue
Foxy felt his body being worked on, his damaged limbs were still being repaired and his orientation denotes that he was lying on his back. He felt his right arm and right leg were detached and his eyes were slowly flickering to life. His HUD boots up and loads its operations one by one before finally he was able to perceive the world around him. The room he was in has a bright surgery light shining over him with automated repair arms working on his now exposed chest.
"How long was I out?" he asked. "And can someone tell me what happened after I took out that last animatronic?"
Then a voice came to him through the P.A system it was the chief of police monitoring his recovery from the observatory. "You've been out for 6 hours Foxy. The place was burning all around and suddenly one of the Funtime animatronics carried you out of the place and surrendered to us without a fight." He finished, expecting him to inquire more.
"And the last animatronic? Did you find it?" He asked again, trying to be absolutely certain.
The chief clears his throat a little before addressing Foxy. "We did, after the firefighters got the flame under control, we went into digging out the place. We found the it burned, blown up and basically destroyed. Great job out there inspector Foxy." The chief ended with a title for the vulpine robot, he wasn't called by a serial number but rather a formal job title and his name. "However, the surviving animatronic we still keep it at the precinct so you can interrogate it yourself. Since we're not so sure on how to approach it." He finished.
"I managed to hack her and break that one animatronic influence. I think she'll be willing to cooperate as long as we don't do anything drastic," Foxy said.
The chief nodded while stroking his chin. "Which is why you'll be on the duty of questioning her. I think it's a she right?" he scratched his head and put up a skeptical face, being completely uncertain about whether Foxy's Funtime version is a female. The mechanical arms then attach new limbs into the sockets and connect the joints together. They welded the new chest piece into place and Foxy's HUD flashed a message that he was working at peak condition. The moment he got up from the table, he found that he was inside the factory where he was reborn.
"Okay Foxy let's get to your car, the guys were generous enough to drive it back for you." The chief said before exiting the room and followed his fellow officers to the entrance where they await for Foxy to exit the factory.
"Right," Foxy nodded before following.
Out of the factory, Foxy would find that his car was in pristine condition and the bumper was fixed with the license plate attached into place once again. It was good enough to tell Walker once he get out of his coma.
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After returning to the police precinct, Foxy came into the foyer and was greeted as a hero, the crow of officers smiled at him and clapped their hands, cheering him wildly with one of them hanging his photo on the wall of "Model officer of the Month". "Congrats man, you make the old man proud." Trixie patted him on his shoulder as he passed by her.
"Thanks," Foxy nodded...before sighing slightly. "Just wish Walker could have been here to see it," he said.
"My ears are burning," came an amused voice. A FAMILIAR amused voice at that. Then the voice was followed by the creaking sound of a wheelchair rolling out of corner of the cubicle. It was Walker! He was back, but of course looking slightly worse for wear. "Your wish is granted. You make me proud Foxy, inspector Foxy to be exact." The elderly inspector smirked and attach his badge on Foxy's chest as a congratulatory gesture. "By now I'll either be on paperwork or just retire so my wife can finally stop her nagging. But at least you make me feel a lot safer already." He looked up at Foxy, proud as a father and mentor figure could be.
"Thanks, Walker. It means a lot, really," Foxy smiled.
The elderly inspector then hugged Foxy and patted his back, the old man was heard crying on the robot's abdomen, tears began to stream down his eyes like a river before the inspector breaks off his hug and wipe his tears away. "I can't believe there'll be a day when an animatronic is a hero for me. Come on Foxy let's go clean this case up into the archive for good." He let out a hysterical laugh, his emotion was mixed but Foxy could tell that he was overflow with joy.
The two soon make their way to the holding cell area of the precinct, where Foxy saw that Funtime Foxy was being kept intact inside a glass holding cell with a metal bed to rest on and little else that resembles that of a normal holding cell for humans. This was a special one designed for robots that gone haywire. His Funtime version saw him coming and immediately went to the edge of the cell to greet him. "Hey Foxy, how are you doing? What are they going to do to me?" She asked him, her voice was now synthesized to a woman and she sounded rather distressed and unsure of what will entail.
"Nothing, as long as you're willing to cooperate," Foxy reassured.
"Alright move to the interrogation room now. The place is set up." Said the guard as the police began to escort Funtime Foxy to the interrogation room, Walker was going to sit back and record the interrogation and record the questioning. While then, Funtime Foxy sat on a metal chair on one end of the table while Foxy himself was sitting in front of her.
"What do you need to know now Foxy?" She asked nervously, her voice cracked slightly as she awaits his answer.
Foxy clears his mechanical throat and lay a set of folders down on the metal table. The vulpine retains his professional courtesy throughout the process. "Simple, I need to know what did they install in you. Your components, built in features."
Funtime Foxy nodded and began to list out her known features as her system shows. "Well I am equipped with parental tracking pivot 360, a device that allows me to track parents of children to listen to their voices and synthesize them. My audio unit is also capable of playing the synthesized voices to lure children." It was truly unnerving, if not outright disturbing. The fact that this seemingly innocent looking animatronic was designed to kidnap children simply gross out Walker. The inspector shivers in his wheelchair as he takes in the detail while Foxy retain his cool.
"So that means you were built to lure children away from their parents?" He asked, sounding somewhat cynical.
She slumped her head down, trying to deny the reality of her purpose. "I don't know. I was intended to entertain children. But when I see children nearby, my body froze for a moment, then, I hide in the dark and play the voice of their parents. I don't understand why, but I suddenly felt the urge to do so. Then the child is taken by Funtime Freddy, stored inside his body." She said slowly.
Foxy opens the folder on the table and began to look over the blueprints of Funtime Freddy. Much to his horror, not only does Funtime Freddy has the same components as Funtime Foxy. But his hat has a sensor system mounted on it to scan the number of children in a room. Inside his chest there was a storage tank and a human silhouette can be seen. "I was worrying about that. Judging by how the majority of the Funtime animatronics were designed, I think William Afton, your creator made you dangerous child kidnapping machines on purpose."
Funtime Foxy raised her head up, looking terrified in her eyes as she tries to block out his assumption. "I didn't mean to! Please, I didn't want to do it!" She begged and pleaded desperately to him, clearly denying reality will only worsen things for her.
Foxy holds up his hands defensively and gesture for her to calm down first. "Calm down now. I know it flies in the face of your purpose as children entertainer. But the problem is, we are dealing with a man whose mindset is completely insane. Tell me please, about your previous place before being moved underground." He asked calmly.
Funtime Foxy sighed out mechanically, she too like Foxy, doesn't need to breath, hence the lack of air escaping her lungs. "I recall we were in a place called Circus Baby Pizza World, the year was 1995. We opened and worked for several months until one day when a party was going on. Baby suddenly snapped and killed a little girl. I don't know who that was, but after that party, we were taken to the underground maintenance and storage area." She finished with a sigh, Foxy looked back at the glass of the room and approached it.
"Did you get that?" He asked and Walker nodded.
"Got all of it to be exact. We have files of a little girl in the Afton family went missing back in the 90s during her birthday party. I think your girlfriend's confession here finally clears up what happened. But I still can't believe a man like William Afton could just suddenly go and make animatronics killing machines meant for children." He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and clean his glasses.
Foxy however made a double take upon hearing Walker calling Funtime Foxy his "Girlfriend" and immediately went into denial. "What are you talking about? She and I we don't even…" He paused and hesitated before looking back at his female version and thought. "Well maybe I do have some concerns and maybe...just maybe...like her. I don't know." He went back to the table and sat down and look at her, somewhat less intense now than before. "I think we can offer you a chance to start over. Would you like to know more?" He got her attention with Funtime Foxy raising her head up to face him directly.
"I'm all ears." She replied.
"Well, since you've been cooperative to us and helped with our investigation, we can give you a new body and a start over for yourself." He said, hinting at what she could possibly be given and this makes Funtime Foxy tingle with excitement as she wags her tail in equal part hopeful and excitement.
"What do you have in mind for me Foxy?" She asked, paraphrasing the question she raised back in the facility.
"For starters you won't need to worry about anyone making you hurt kids," Foxy started. "On top of that...I'm probably gonna need help later down the road and...I was wondering if you'd be willing to be that help."
Funtime Foxy opens her jaw and nodded excitedly, upon hearing his proposition. "Of course I do. There's no one else I would rather be with than you Foxy." She replied before being silent for a second to ask a question. "So how will I help you Foxy? Surely I can't keep on using this outdated body and my programming." She raised her voice to a higher pitch and awaits his answer.
"Well, for starters, we need all you know about Afton. Anything will help. Next, we'll need your consent for the rebuilding process. As much as I hate to say it they DO need to...take you apart...for that part," Foxy was understandably uncomfortable when he said that.
Funtime Foxy too was taken aback by the warning he made but nodded anyway upon hearing him stating the prospects. "Well I do know something about Mr. Afton as I remember him during the years between 93-95 and I am willing to disclose everything I know to you. But please tell me Foxy that the process of rebuilding me won't have any of my mind lost." She begged of him with her right hand on her chest.
"You sure about this Foxy?" Walker asked nervously. He too knew that Foxy was making a very daring gamble.
"I think so," Foxy whispered. "Call it gut feeling, but I think she's sincere," he said, before turning to Funtime Foxy. "Your mind won't be lost I mean, look at me, I was brought back from an old memory chip and I'm still fine," he reassured.
Funtime Foxy let out a mechanical sigh of relief as she purred gently upon hearing him speaking of his own experience. "Oh thank you Foxy for the kind words. I think I can continue with divulging what I know of Mr. Afton now. You see, I know that I was built along with my friends for Circus Baby Pizza World as an answer to the close down Freddy Fazbear Pizza after Mr. Afton left the franchise. He had help from an entrepreneur. I've never met the man myself. But from what I learned from the others, I think he might have been aware of our function. But continue to aid Afton anyway in creating the new establishment. That's all I have to say." She finished, her facial expression now seem to be much more cheerful and overall, more positive than before.
"Alright. Thank you for your cooperation. I'll put in a good word with the chief and hopefully we'll be able to continue soon," Foxy said with a grateful smile.
Funtime Foxy smiled back at him as she was escorted back to her cell and Walker brought the recording of the interrogation to the chief with Foxy aiding him on the wheelchair. The inspector was quite amused by the interaction between Foxy and his female version. "I told you so. You are attracted to her." He said with a cocky smirk and triumphant expression. Before turning back to serious business. "But this investor who helped Afton. If he was aware of the animatronic functions and Afton's design then he is guilty of being the complicit of the crime." He mused.
"Which is why we need to find answers. Maybe the Fazbear case is over, but it's clear there's more to it than just that," Foxy nodded.
Walker nodded. The two would eventually submitted the tape in for the chief along with Foxy's review. Though their superior might have some apprehension regarding the idea of rebuilding Funtime Foxy but seeing as how capable Foxy was throughout the case from beginning to end, the porky chief caved in on Foxy's request and gave the robot vulpine his approval. "I had my doubt when Walker first introduced me to the idea of rebuilding you to solve the case. I have my doubt with the idea of rebuilding the captured animatronic to help you. However, your success has provided a precedent for me to approve the idea." The chief reluctantly sighed out and sat down on his chair. "Alright, so what exactly will she do to help you Foxy? I need you to be specific." He clicked his pen rapidly in his hand, with the paper of approval waiting for his signature.
"Well chief, I thought maybe she can help me with my cases. After all, it's a good way for me to keep an eye out for her just in case." He casually stated, gulping in unison with his superior whose face was pale in a sudden upon hearing what he has said. The chief kept staring blankly at Foxy while his right hand waltz off on its own, signing his signature on the paper and the intended role of Funtime Foxy is to "Support and aid Inspector Foxy in his investigation and police duties. Hence a request for a LE-MP-047 model." With the form done, the chief handed it to Foxy.
"Take care Foxy, and don't forget, we still have one loose end left to tie up." He sternly reminded the robot before looking at Walker. "Well Martin, I told you before you should have retired. But then again, you WERE a hardass cop and a loose cannon. Guess this time you'll either get smart or just get wasted."
Martin chuckled and coughed out as he wiped his glasses. "Really chief, I just can't get enough of the job. Either way, I might as well stuck with receptionist or archive. Better than sitting at home and watching the news about cases that you couldn't help a bit." The ex inspector sighed out, rubbing his temple. He knows full well that his time is up and now is the moment of Foxy to take his place, but at least he knows, Foxy comes prepared.
Back at the holding cell, Funtime Foxy was pacing back and forth to keep her motor functional. There wasn't much for her to do but repeating the dull activities over and over again. She could just simply switch herself off to pass the time, but then again, where's the fun in missing out the events of the day? That was when Foxy stepped in with a paper in his hand and she stepped up to the edge of the glass cell excitingly. "What is it Foxy?"
"We got an approval. You can help us." he said with a smile.
Funtime Foxy widened her toothy grin, trying to form a smile on her stiff metal face. "Oh wonderful! I knew it that you can change the world for us." She jubilantly exclaimed. Her cell door then opened automatically, allowing her to follow Foxy out of the holding cell. She held his hand affectionately and rubbed her cheek against his. "Lead the way handsome." She teasingly spoke out to him.
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Once again, they were back at the robot factory where his journey started, Foxy led Funtime Foxy into the facility through the main door for police officers. Inside was a high tech assembly facility with various robot parts and frame being assembled into versatile law enforcers of the future. Foxy presented her to the area where he was rebuilt, there, mechanical arms hung on the ceiling, waiting to be activated for the job with human overseers watching from their control room. "So this is where you were rebuilt. Was the process scary to you when it happened?" She asked nervously looking at the mechanical arms, somewhere inside of her, there is still the lingering memory of the Scooping Room and how scary it was for her to be dismantled and reassembled into a whole new animatronic with her friends.
"Well, I was just a memory chip when they rebuilt me so I honestly don't remember the process. Don't worry though, I'm sure it'll be fine." he reassured.
Funtime Foxy nodded and likewise deactivates herself leaving her body still as a statue in front of him. The face plates sprung open and reveal muscle tissue like plating underneath her shiny exterior. Much to Foxy's surprise and amazement. His detective skill and programming could tell that the design was meant to prevent the odor of murdered children from leaking outside by forming a thick layer of absorbing material.
The mechanical arms then descend down on Funtime Foxy, the ones with screwdriver began to loosen up the screws on Funtime Foxy, then the arm with suction cups latched onto the loosen plates and remove it, revealing her chest and mechanical components inside. Not much of them is state of the art with the majority of the components were of the mid to late 90s model. There were some newer mechanical parts however, most of which were salvages as the mechanics would have guessed. As the mechanical arms proceed to dismantle the arms and wrists, Foxy found that there were a set of tools Funtime Foxy has built into her chassis that can be accessed quite easily almost his own toolkit.
The arms continue working a little more, disassembling Funtime Foxy's old body one bit at a time before the clamp like arm found her chip. It removes her chip out of the old body and inserted the chip into a access port of the factory's computer mainframe. Foxy watched anxiously, biting his metal nail as the programming process takes place, he himself can't see what was happening inside with Funtime Foxy's mind being adjusted once again. While the mind was being moulded, the body was already being assembled. Her frame looks identical to him, with some noticeable differences, the first being that her feet looking somewhat slimmer than his, own to aid with mobility. The next difference is her chest being much more angular with smooth chrome plates that resembles a pair of breasts. He gulped upon seeing the design but was in no position to object to it. The back of her head opens revealing a position for the new chip to be installed. The clamp like arm then inserts the new chip into place and a click! sound was heard when the chip was secured into place.
Her eyes didn't flicker to life just yet, a glass dome was lowered down around her frame along with a pair of mechanical arms with paint equipment ready. The arms then sprayed paint on the chrome robot vixen, giving her a new shade of snow white hue with a tint of purple lines running along her body. Once the entire assembling process was done. The robot vixen's eyes flashed to life and her HUD loaded up its various operations similar to Foxy. Unlike his however, her eyes and HUD were of orange yellow color, she then walked up to Foxy, striding a few steps to test out her legs. "This is...this is wonderful Foxy! I'm rebuilt and good as new!" She was awed by the changes that she has undergone and went to look over at her body and his own.
"I'm...glad to see you're happy," Foxy said a little awkwardly. It seemed she still needed to learn a bit of personal space.
She cocked her head to the side looking at him once again, trying to take in the operations that she was capable of, then a name pops up on her HUD. It was a designation for the microchip that was inserted into her. "F10N4", she was quick to adjusted the code to a name of her liking, "Fiona". "You can call me Fiona, Foxy."
"Well then Fiona, welcome to the police," Foxy said with a slight smile.
She gently hugged him tenderly upon seeing his slight smile, cuddling her head into his chest and rubbed her forehead against his chin before kissing him passionately on his lips. It was her second but much more passionate kiss compared to the first one and the dance they had. She soon broke the kiss while still holding his hands. "Let's go do our job inspector Foxy." She said and winked at him with her LED eyes.
Foxy blinked...and had he been made of flesh and blood would have gulped thickly. It seemed things were about to get a lot more interesting.
AND THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES
