Sorry for the lack of updates! If you're curious to know the reason of my disappearance, explanation's on my profile update. ;w;
Starting tomorrow, I'll continue to update regularly! I deeply apologize for the inconvenience cause yesterday, aaahh. I also had to play some FNaF 2 to get back into my Chica x Foxy shipping mood. (I was raped multiple times by withered Chica, ugghh.)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!~ I enjoyed writing this one, especially, huhu.~ As said, I'll continue updating soon! Just you wait.~
Happy reading!
07: Little Vanilla
Monolithic masses of cumulonimbus clouds painted the sky in dull grey. Torrents of rain descended upon the earth, violently colliding with the windows with the aid of powerful winds. The ghostly wails by the cold winds echoed throughout the town.
At the back door of the quiet pizzeria, a small and faint mewl could be heard. After an interval of scratching noises, the mewls were voiced one more, now louder and filled with desperation.
Chica was the first to notice that strange noise. She pulled the door open and in rushed a tiny body of drenched fur. Dripping with cold rainwater, it hurried to a dry spot before slumping on the floor.
"W-wha—eh…?" The blonde closed the door, crouching down in front of the mewling, trembling thing. Soft, triangular ears were weighed down by the heaviness of the rainwater. A thin, short tail quivered uncontrollably in coldness. Large, glassy orbs of oceanic hues stared up at the cowgirl in plead.
A k-kitten…?
This pulled her heartstrings strongly, causing the android to clutch at her heart in shock. She had never encountered a feline before—especially a baby!
Stuttering to herself in awkwardness, she got up and stumbled towards a cabinet to retrieve towels. She quickly wrapped the tiny being in the warm dryness of the towels, vigorously rubbing it to absorb as much water as she could. She paused from time to time to give the little one a brief massage, soothingly cooing for it to calm down.
Once the small cat was no longer dripping with water, Chica carefully carried the blanketed kitten and brought it to a table. She carelessly threw the fake fruits from the decorative basket and threw a couple of more towels in to make it look like a bed. Placing the kitten there, she carefully pat it on the head, stroking its cold body endearingly. Her calmness was long gone, replaced by pity and confusion on what she should do. She held the basket in her arms where the kitten rubbed its face and body all over in the towels. It appeared very comfortable in the blankets though its soft mewls still hinted its weakness and fragility.
She left the room, storming down the hallway in nervousness. W-what should I do? What should I—
Many problems popped up in her mind one by one: how would she take care of it? What can they eat or drink? Would it poop everywhere? Sighing heavily, she zipped past rooms until she mistakenly rushed past a particular one.
The cowgirl's eyes then brightened up as something clicked in her head. That's right—Foxy would know what to do!
She backwardly jogged towards that room, her eyes searching for the pirate. His starry curtains were still drawn close, however. She hesitantly crept up towards the Pirate's Cove, slowly drawing the curtains open, "Foxy…?"
The tall redhead was standing still with his eyes shut in slumber. Hearing the strange mewls and the female's familiar call, his system lit up almost immediately. His eyes opened in repetitive blinks, the yellow glow bright with life. His hung head raised to view the female.
"Aye, Lassie? What brings ye here—" Seeing the small animal in the basket, he froze. He pointed at the mewling kitten, "Is that…?"
"Y-yes."
"Where did that come from…?"
"I—I don't know."
"Does Freddy or Bonnie know about…?"
"N-no, they don't."
Foxy watched as the young kitten curl up in the towel in an attempt to get warm. He sighed, hopping off the stage, "And what do ye expect me to do, Lass?"
"You took care of an animal before, didn't you?" She asked anxiously, sitting down at a table. She lifted the kitten out of the basket and placed it on another dry towel, giving it more room to stretch.
"That was a mouse—food to a cat," He shrugged. He recalled caring for a wounded mouse when he was still in service in the day. That little critter was limping towards its wall due to a hurt leg. He used to keep the mouse in his Cove and fed it small crumbs of bread and pieces of cheddar cheese.
Nevertheless, little bits of food wouldn't suffice to satisfy a bigger pet.
"But I can't just leave it outside! It's raining and it's cold—it'd die!" Chica never fully understood the concept of death but she knew it was frightening, especially for a little kitten. She suggested, "Maybe we could keep it for a while until it grows up and can fend for itself. I can introduce it to the children—they'll love it! I'm sure Freddy and Bonbon will understand!"
"Looking after a kitten takes great responsibility, Lassie," Foxy raised a brow. He folded his arms, explaining, "It needs lots of attention and nutrition. It can make a mess unless ye potty-train it. It may scratch at anything and anyone—"
"I know—I know…! I'll take full care of it," Chica groaned in interruption. She pulled at the towel, dragging the kitten towards her, "But she'll be my responsibility and only my responsibility! So you're not allowed to touch it!"
The pirate stared at the kitten as it pawed at the air, its tiny paws reaching out for something imaginary above it. Its tail swished in curiosity, numbing the pirate's mechanical heart. His eye twitched as he struggled to hold himself back.
The blonde took notice of his actions, her lips curving to form a mocking smile, "Hmmm?~ Do you want to touch it?~" She teasingly rubbed her fingers on the kitten's soft tummy; the tiny kitten playfully nipped at her fingertips.
The male redhead clenched his hand into a fist as he felt his composure crumble. He struggled not to look at it, yellow eyes averted from the adorable sight. However, the kitten's happy meows were still audible, ringing constantly in his ears. Those precious, cute sounds—
"I—I do." He couldn't control himself. He was such a softie when it came to little animals. Who wasn't?
Smiling in triumph, Chica cooed, "Then you have to help me take care of it.~ Helping me train it, clean up after it poops, and other stuff.~"
"Fine, fine!" He growled, resting his face in the support of his hand. His hand subconsciously moved towards the kitten. Artificial fingers gently held the animal's back leg, pressing against the toe pads. The warmth and softness of its paw was enough to make him shiver in delight. The kitten wiggled its leg, reaching forward to bite his fingers but falling on its back before reaching them. Foxy laughed, "It doesn't like being touched on the hind paw?"
"I think it's just playing.~" She giggled, massaging the kitten's head with a finger. Mewing in a high-pitched voice, it rolled off its back, charging forward to attack the pirate's fingers. The redhead eagerly countered by pinning the animal to the table, having his fingers nibbled on by it. The animal had warmed up to the two androids, its youthfulness showing in its bright blue optics. Chica rest her chin on the table as she observed the small play session. She questioned thoughtfully, "Is it a girl or a boy?"
Wanting to now the animal's gender as well, Foxy held the kitten's hind legs, slowly spreading them until—
"Ow!" Following a surprised mew came a ferocious bite. The pirate winced, his pain receptors reacting with… well, pain, "I—it's a girl."
"Aww!~ I knew it!" Chica celebrated with a cheer. The kitten wouldn't stop punishing him with her bites, tiny legs wrapped around his hand. He decided to leave the kitten be, letting her nom and nom away at his fingers. She looked awfully adorable with her blue eyes narrowing in great determination and revenge. Her soft body was vibrating as she purred in enjoyment. She mewed from time to time, sounding the fun she was having. The blonde's legs kicked about under the table, staring hard at the kitten.
"… Vanilla," She said out of the blue. Foxy looked up towards her in puzzlement and she said once more, "Vanilla. It's a nice name."
The kitten's fur was a very pale cream, close to white but barely giving the definite color of pure white. Additionally, the kitten was a female. The name Vanilla would fit.
"Vanilla it is, then," He agreed with a smile.
After toying with his fingers for a good few minutes, Vanilla was already exhausted. She let go of the male android's fingers, rolling off to her side to stretch. Exuding an inaudible yawn, the kitten slowly drifted off to sleep. Her small tail continued to swish slowly, hinting her happiness. Chica and Foxy were swooned by the little animal's cute behavior, sighing pleasantly in unison.
Vanilla would be the new unofficial member of the family. A tough journey will it be to nurture her until adulthood.
Nonetheless, they weren't worried at the slightest.
After all, they had each other to count on.
"You clean up the poop while I give her baths.~"
"Blimey! Ye should do the poop cleaning!"
"Shh—I called it first!~"
"Ye can't just decide by yerself!"
And as the two argued, little Vanilla purred contentedly in her sleep, a small smile of happiness drawn on her face.
Beginning of a chronological sequence? Huhu.~
