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Mike awoke before Cat-Girl, and sat there in the chair, curled up in his blanket playing a game on his phone waiting for Cat-Girl to wake up so he could confront her before she met Foxy and Vixey. She moved a lot in her sleep, not that Mike had been watching her like a creep, he just heard the sheets on the bed sliding around. She sat up in the bed quickly with a look of panic on her face as she realized where she was
"YOU!", she shouted, pointing a finger at Mike an angry look in his eyes. With her visor off he got a better look at her face. A mane of black hair that tapered into spikes like a lions mane around her head. Breaking the solid black of her mane and ears on her head was a single ponytail of blue that extended from the mane down long enough to end up down past her shoulder. Her eyes burned with passion a deep ruby red as she glared at the human who defied her wishes (this description is based on her Lovers of Aether appearance. The creators of Rivals of Aether a platform fighter, made Lovers of Aether a dating sim for April Fools, it's free on Steam if you're interested and it's really cute).
"How DARE you worry about my stupid ass instead of murdering that literal demon. God humans are SO STUPID!", she was walking around the room now pacing angrily. He could see the conflict on her face as she was livid he didn't do as she told him, but thankful that he'd taken care of her.
"Will you be quiet, please? I don't need my neighbors being woken up at 8 in the morning by a cat-fight upstairs.", Mike responded in a calm tone, snickering at his "cat-fight" pun.
Her eyes narrowed at the pun, and she was still angry but she obliged him, sitting on the bed legs crossed eyes fixed on the aggravating human, "Fine.", she growled at him.
"Ok first of all, who are you, where and when do you come from? You sort of just came through a portal that a laser spear also happened to fly through. We can go from there", Mike explained in a level tone, Cat-Girl nodding her head in begrudging compliance, she needed their cooperation, otherwise she would strongly consider skewering this human.
"Fine. I'm Clairen, a warrior from the future. I came back in time to stop Springtrap before he's too powerful to stop. In the future he's taken over the planet and we're powerless to stop him. THAT'S why I told you to kill him last night, since his power isn't there yet. But here we are...", she trailed off, answering the questions, and not knowing what to say now.
"He's really that powerful? Shit, I guess we have our work cut for us. At least I know your name now, it's nice to properly meet you Clairen, I'm Mike by the way.", Mike answered extending a hand towards her. She participated in the gesture, shaking his hand.
"Can I ask you something Mike?", she asked him, his name sounding strange on her tongue.
"Sure, I have something to ask you as well, but go ahead.", he responded.
"Why did you help me? I told you to fight Springtrap and yet you helped me out.", she asked, not looking at him, the anger gone from her voice.
"Hell, I don't know, what kind of question is that, it's a natural reaction to help somebody in need. You might have told to do something else, you were in bad shape, so I made the decision. I may have made a terrible decision, but I'll stand by it till then.", Mike answered.
"Well don't expect a thanks from me yet, you probably just doomed us all, but you did a good job at least.", Clairen muttered, looking over the bandages on her arms.
"Thanks, my dad taught me, he was a doctor in the army, so he taught me growing up, and don't worry I only used the tape on the outside of the bandages so nothing would get stuck in your fur", Mike pointed out, proud of his job well done.
"Oh thank god.", Clairen responded. "You would not be having a good time if I had tape all over my fur, yikes that is painful to think about..", she shuttered, shaking her head.
"So, what would you have done in that scenario?", Mike asked turning the tables on her.
"I'd let you die, plain and simple. What's one life if it means protecting everyone else? A small price to pay really.", her voice was cold and absolute, and Mike was grateful that he wasn't at Clairen's mercy.
Mike tried to laugh it off but was uneasy with how cold she was, "I'll believe it when I see it. It's easy to say you'll do something, but I don't know if you have the guts to really go through with it."
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you Mike.", she responded with a devious grin on her face.
Mike checked the time on his phone and it read '10:38', "Aw crap!", he yelled as he ran in a panic around the house, gathering up his stuff for his classes. English started in a little more than 20 minutes and he was not optimistic he'd be on time, not that he cared much for English anyways.
"Wait what's going on?", Clairen asked as Mike threw his things into his backpack and got dressed in the bathroom.
"I'm going to be late for English, yet again.", Mike responded to her, yelling through the paper-thin door. After he finished getting ready he woke up Foxy and explained the situation to both he and Clairen who had followed him out into the living room.
"Hey so I have class until 5 tonight, and then I might go over to Evan's house, I'll stop by and see what's what then, so hold tight and don't do anything stupid. Foxy explain to Clairen here what's going on around here, and our situation with Evans, ok?", Mike asked rapid fire, blowing through the list of things as quickly as he could so he could leave and try to be somewhat on time for his class. Foxy nodded in response. "Clairen you have any questions just ask Foxy, he knows pretty much everything I do, at least on the Springtrap situation, and don't be afraid to tell them what we also talked about this morning either, we're all on the same side we should have the same info. Anyways I'll you guys in a few hours, bye!", he shouted as he ran out the door to his old truck.
Clairen sat down at the kitchen at one of the cheaply made chairs. She was uncomfortable just sitting there in the dead quiet of the nearly empty apartment, the only other occupants two animatronic foxes who made her a bit uneasy. Mike said they were fine, but then again their kind was the enemy, in the future at least. She didn't know how much she could trust any of them, Mike or the foxes. Foxy was startled as Mike was yelling and raced out the door. While Clairen sat there waiting for him to wake up and talk to about what was going on, and to break the ungodly silence. Not knowing what to do she messed with the watch like device on her wrist that had been her best friend in the future, it was the one thing that was consistent, well the watch and the fear of getting caught as a traitor and killed on the spot. The watch did only a few things but very effectively, it served as a cloaking device, that dispensed several disguises to throw off would be assailants, and to help blend in. It also served as a multi-tool for repairing her beam saber, sowing her clothes back together, and many other tools she had yet to have use for. She was playing with the multi-tool feature, spawning solid, usable projections of tools admiring the accuracy and speed of the device, when she heard Foxy stir and arch his back, letting out a loud groan as he got up from his place on the floor. She quickly dissolved the screwdriver projection back into the "watch" and turned to face Foxy as he got up and scratched the back of his head with his hook.
"Hello there lass.", Foxy asked meekly, waving his hand at the strange cat girl at the table in front of him. He could tell she was just as uneasy as he was with the stranger, her body stiffening and her hand that was messing with wrist device moved to her hip, probably around some sort of weapon.
Clairen snorted a little at Foxy's ludicrous accent, taking some of the edge off of her nervousness. "Ahoy there, matey!", she teased, her hand balled and a single curved finger imitating a hook. She immediately regretted her decision. They looked wordlessly at each other for a second Foxy trying to comprehend what exactly had just happened.
He started laughing, "Aye, that be rich lass! Why ya look like ya just killed a puppy. Ya think I never be gettin' those sorta jokes?"
Clairen's face softened to a grin and she felt more at ease. "Wow you have a sense of humor at least, but still that was dumb, I'm sorry, my name is Clairen by the way."
"Clairen, that be unique, I be good ol' Foxy by the way.", Foxy responded, the laughter fading to a smile as they started to converse, intrigued by the new ally.
"I could say the same for you with a name like Foxy, anyway, Mike said to talk to you about this whole Springtrap situation. I'll get right to the chase with who I am. I'm a warrior who comes from the future, and I come to stop Springtrap before he gets too powerful to be stopped. That's really all you need to know about me, don't pry to much.", her voice was quick as the rushed over talking about herself, muttering a little, she hated talking about herself, it felt weird. Foxy nodded in response and didn't poke into the affairs of a cat-person from the future per her request, but he sure did have a lot of questions he wanted to ask her. They debriefed each other on what one another knew of Springtrap and the situation.
As the finished they debrief, the awkward silence of before returned, and Foxy decided to break the silence, "You seem afraid of me lass, why's that?", he inquired, trying to obtain some level of understanding between the two very different lifeforms.
"What makes you think I'm afraid?", she countered a little hostility in her voice.
"Come on lass, it be obvious. Ya got your hand on what I figure is a weapon and ya tensed up when I came over this way. I ain't that smart lass but even I be seein' that.", Foxy answered in a calm tone, trying not to anger Clairen.
"Fine, you're right. Whoopty doo, congratulations.", she answered in a snide tone, she hated how in her head this stupid robot was. "What's it any of your business anyways?"
"Well we have to be workin' together here on out lass, I ain't to keen on living with ya if ya don't trust me.", Foxy answered plainly. "If it came between you or me lass, I be bettin' Mikeweird y would let me stay here over you."
"I guess you're right, fine I'll be blunt. In my future you're the enemy, plain and simple. Your kind, the weird lifelike robots are Springtrap's minions, and I've seen what your kind is capable of and it's not pretty. I know you and her aren't the enemy, but it's difficult. I can't speak for her, but you seem civil at the very least, probably a nice guy, but you see an animatronic tear somebody apart limb from limb and the ruthless unapologetic look in their eyes, you don't forget that.", she looked away from Foxy, her voice gone cold from recounting the tale.
That story stood out in her mind. She remembered it clearly, she was a young rogue out just starting out on her rebellious work to overthrow Springtrap. The rebellion wasn't anything official, just a loosely organized group that was only held together by their common foe, nothing more. They had no real leader just a bunch of afraid, poorly trained "fighters" against a mangled piss-colored rabbit who they had no chance of beating in combat. A gray wolf of rather average build was the closest thing they had to a leader, assigning "missions" to the members who lived in the underground bunker they called a home. He was a rough and tumble ex-soldier with an eye patch and laser pistol that granted him some authority. She was assigned that day to investigate reports of an outcrop of rebels on the other side of town, a dangerous mission but necessary; any additional support and numbers were necessary if they were to have any chance of victory. She couldn't remember much of how the mission actually went, nothing of consequence really. It was memorable for when she was sneaking back to the hideout looking around for Springtrap's mechanical agents when she saw it happen. It was brutal, even from a distance she could hear the crushing of bones over the screaming of agony. A dirty and messy animatronic held a panther in his firm grasp, the panther fighting to get away from his attacker. She had seen the panther around the hideout before but she hadn't known him personally. His arm was from his body like a weed from a ground in one swift motion, coming off in a violent spray of blood. His head cracked open like a watermelon slammed with a sledgehammer She knew that day the real danger. Not some vague idea of danger and risk, a bloody messy reminder of the perpetual danger she faced.
Foxy listened with horror to the details of her vicious story, his stomach turning as she recanted her tale of days long gone. When she finished he sat there in silence, his face with a look of fear on it.
"See?", she told him with venom on her tongue, "I told you not to pry."
