Are you excited?
...No?
Hmm. Sorry.
Because I sure am! It's the first court chapter! And that means one of our lovable, semi-murderous animatronics are guilty for the crime of stolen property! FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY!
But guess what. This is only half of the thing, and we don't get questioning. I know. I suck. I'm so lazy.
SPEAKING OF LAZY, I am soooo soo sooo sorry for the late update! I've been playing Smash, and I wrote a short oneshot. Not to mention this chapter's fairly long.
I only ask for your forgiveness, peeps.
HAPPY VALENTINES!
Let's get started on this thing. Woop. Woop.
WARNING: THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS CONTAIN PHOENIX WRIGHT REFERENCES. Go get your shots, kids.
Disclaimer: I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's, nor will I ever. The same goes for Phoenix Wright, although I might be able to wrestle it off of Nintendo one day since they're too caught up in Mario. But for now, I'm a broke sad-sack writing fanfiction for a living. Sob.
The next time the Fazband played, which was two hours later, Billy sneaked out over to the storage room to talk to the Oldies.
Chica, Bonnie and Foxy had agreed to set up the court in one of the party rooms. They instantly started working on the structures (Foxy was somewhat of a secret architectural genius) and got out the black metal fold up chairs for everyone to sit on.
Freddy had taken the boy quickly to Mr. Fazbear's office to find a VHS tape of an old court trial. Don't ask why the manager had court tapes in his office. He had everything from cooking shows, hummingbird documentaries, the science of the eggplant, episodes of Sailor Moon, anything you could imagine.
After retrieving the tape and getting the crew on board, he snuck on over to the Kid's Cove to find Mangle totally smashing Golden at Pac man.
Billy told the couple to be at the party room at 2 am tonight. They agreed; Mangle because she wanted to see her little buddy be an attorney, and Goldie because his dignity couldn't take much more of the video games.
He could get the Toys on board later. For now he needed to watch that tape.
He dashed into the Game Area just as the kids came back from watching the Fazband's act. Apparently, they'd had played a rock version of the Toredor March. Impressive.
He popped the tape in the player without getting noticed. The kids didn't really care about the small TV. Usually it only played soap operas.
Billy picked up the TV remote and clicked the power button. The old TV buzzed to life.
After watching the example of the court trial, it was almost 7 pm. The restaurant would close soon, and Mr. Fazbear would go into the office and do paperwork (in reality, do anything but paperwork.) until 12 am.
Since the man stayed in his office for the whole 5 hours, the animatronics could start the preparations for the trial.
Billy dashed over to the front stage to see the Fazband. Toy Freddy was telling Toy Bonnie how high his pitch could go, but she wasn't listening. Toy Chica was reaching backstage for some poker cards.
"Uh," Billy gulped, "Hi guys."
The two girls smiled at him and climbed off the stage to meet him, and the boy (notice how I didn't put man) just groaned and rolled his eyes. He just had to come in right when his ego started to get bigger.
"What can we do for ya' Balloon Boy?" Bonnie grinned at the boy, who huffed at the name.
"Please, call me Billy," he partially smiled nervously, "Anyways, tonight at two we'll be holding a court trial in the storage room."
Toy Chica gasped, "A court trial?! Oh my, what for?"
Billy gave a slight shake of the head. "Nothing too bad. Someone just stole a cog to Marionette's music box and we need to figure out who."
"Oh. Thank goodness." Chica held her heart as Bonnie patted her on the back.
"So 2pm at the storage room?" Bonnie asked, "That's where we had the party, right?"
"You've got it! And if you can, try to convince Fred to come along, too. He seems like a suspect." Billy snickered along with the girls as Toy Freddy made a face on stage.
"He seems like a suspect! Nanana!" Freddy impersonated Billy with a high pitch voice, then stuck out his tongue. Wow. Mature.
Billy went over to the storage room to see how construction was doing. To his surprise, the gang was almost done.
It looked breathtakingly real for some plastic, cardboard, a few cans of paint and only a few hours of construction.
"Woah!" Billy gasped and inspected the room, "This is amazing, guys! How did you...?"
"Lets just say that Mr. Foxy here is a bit of a architect!" Chica nudged Foxy playfully and he blushed.
"Aw, twas nothing much. Just helpin' a fellow lad out."
Suddenly an enthusiastic balloon girl burst through the door.
"Ayy Billy!" Josie ran up and hugged him then stepped back to inspect his attire.
"A little birdy told me you're an attorney!" She put her fingers in the shape of a box in front of him and closed an eye, inspecting him at different angles.
"Yeah, sure, but if you don't mind my asking," Billy made a face, "What are you doing?"
Josie huffed, aggravated, expecting him to know. "Look, genius. If you're going to be an attorney, you gotta dress like one."
She hopped over and pulled at a piece of his shirt. "And news flash, sister, stripe is not the best look on you."
The others quietly nodded and murmured in agreement, while Billy just rolled his eyes.
"I don't need a tuxedo to ask questions," Billy crossed his arms at his friend. "This is kind of silly."
"Being formal is better than looking like a decorative clown meatball!" Josie exclaimed.
Once again, the others quietly nodded and murmured in agreement.
"UGH!" Billy sighed, annoyed. "Fine. Let's play dress up. I don't care. The real problem is where are you going to find a suit my size in a rundown pizza joint?"
"That's just it, though. I already have." Josie grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door and down the hallway.
"Ah, kids." Chica sighed, the others rolling their eyes.
The two kids wandered into the lost and found and to Billy's amazement, there were many different kinds of suits. And dresses. And ties. And a miscellaneous Banana suit thrown in the mix.
"Why in the world is all this stuff in here?" Billy said, examining a a framed picture, then picking up a gold jewel-incrested watch.
"Who knows? But at least we have it!" Josie pulled out a blue, semi-small suit and a bright red tie.
She held it out towards Billy and snapped her finger. "Try this on. It'll fit you."
Billy grabbed it then narrowed his eyes. "How are you so sure..?"
Josie grinned and pushed him into the bathroom next door. "Because I try clothes on you when you sleep!"
"I only can hope you're kidding!" Billy laughed, pulling on this bright pants. "I feel like a dork."
"That's fantastic. You're finally accepted your true destiny."
"You're one to talk!"
"At least I don't - woah." Billy stepped out in his suit, looking much more fancy than usual.
"You look awesome!" Josie gave Billy a highfive.
She stood for a minute, narrowing her eyebrows.
"What?" Billy asked, adjusting his tie.
"Hmm... I think I need to fix your hair."
"WHAT?! NO. You are NOT doing my hair."
"Oh please," Josie spit in her hand and quickly rubbed it in Billy's hair. It was slicked back and spiky.
"Ew," Billy winced and stuck his tongue out. "Girl spit."
Josie ignored his comment. "Now what is everyone else going to wear.."
"...Everyone else?"
"Well, yeah!" Josie crossed her arms. "If you're going to go to a court case, you've got to look halfway decent. The oldies already agreed to dress out."
"Oh."
After hunting and pecking for clothes and then delivering them to the animatronics, if was already twelve'o'clock. Mr. Fazbear left.
Now with the office open, they could go get the last of the supplies for the trial.
Billy and Josie (now partly dressed up) dashed over to the office to get a crab mallet, a few pens (the ones in the back didn't have ink), and a last bucket of paint for Foxy.
After retrieving the supplies, the friends marched over to the Storage Room to see the court finished.
It was amazing. As if you just walked into a building.
"WOAH!" The two gasped on que.
"You lassies like it?" Foxy smirked, leaning on the wall.
"It's amazing! Foxy is great at this stuff!" Chica hugged him, and he just smiled and rolled his eyes.
Out of nowhere, Freddy came out in a huge powdered wig and a long robe.
The whole room, except for a triumphant Freddy, burst out laughing.
"What?" Freddy raised an eyebrow, "Do you not like my Judge costume?"
"Hahaha! What's with the dress?!" Billy laughed falling on the floor.
"Excuse you?" Freddy scorned, "Obviously you don't appreciate proper court attire."
"Well, no offense Freddy, but," Bonnie snorted, "It doesn't look like you do either."
Freddy blushed fiercely and cringed. "What am I doing wrong?"
Bonnie went up and patted him on the back reassuringly. "Lose the wig. This isn't the 1800's."
After ditching the dramatic wig, the others got dressed up nicely for the trial. Everyone was excited to find out who had stolen the piece.
Except one person.
Billy had forgotten to tell the Oldies the reason the trial was happening. What was wrong.
But Chica was nervous it had something to do with a certain puppet.
Early that morning, Chica had snuck into Marionette's corner while he was off swinging from the ceiling.
Even earlier, she had found out Foxy took a special liking to her pizzas.
She had decided that she would make a contraption to shoot pizzas into Foxy's mouth. Crazy, right? Only Chica could come up with that.
She had found a stray tennis ball shooter in the office from Mr. Fazbear's brief tennis phase, and decided to use that.
Unfortunately, it was a bit too slow for her. She needed just another little cog to make go just a little bit faster.
She took the cog from Marionette's box and used it for the machine. She had planned to show it to Foxy that night, but had been caught up with the preparations.
You could of said it an earlier Valentine's day gift. The actual holiday was next week, but she couldn't hold her excitement.
Now she had a feeling in her gut this fiasco was her fault.
I know. I'm a despicable human being. I made Chica the suspect and didn't finish the whole thing in one chapter. I stink.
Hope you liked it, though! I just wanted to get it out. I haven't updated in more than ten days. AHHH SORRY DON'T HURT ME EEK
Happy V-day! The next update hopefully will be next week, if I'm not too busy.
Thanks for reading!
- CinnamonCombat
