Freddy sits as still as mechanically possible as he glances over at Bonnie. "Bonnie..." Freddy whispers. "Go to the Supply Closet and check on Foxy for me..." Bonnie tries not to roll his eyes, and instead nods. Bonnie was the first to hop off stage, and he could already feel the panic Mike could be going through. Bonnie ignores this and opens the Supply Closet door, expecting a dramatic sitting stance that he'd roll his eyes at.
But he stops, and finds that no one was even in the room. Raising a robotic eyebrow, Bonnie looks around, hoping to find something in the closet that he could observe. Finally, his eyes meet the busted vent. "You copying your lover or something?" Bonnie growls, simply staring at the vent's condition. "You gotta be kidding me..." Bonnie smiles maliciously and looks down the path. He sees that it simply led outside.
"Why would he want to go outside...?" Bonnie questions, wondering if he could ever fit in that tight hole. Shrugging, he gives it a shot, working his way into the vent just as he had eight years ago. "Much tighter than I expected..."
Foxy curls up and looks at the two feet intently, almost expecting her to bend down and find him. But much to his relief, she turns around and closes the door. "We gotta get out through the window!" Marionette whispers, mentally motioning to the single view. The room was already incredibly high up; how would he be able to climb down carefully? Maybe he could go down another way, perhaps down the stairs again.
"You're kidding me right?! You're gonna get caught!" Marionette reads his mind, much to Foxy's discomfort. The robot looks down at Mangle's head in his hands.
"No, I got a better idea." Foxy looks over to the left and sees a vase on top of the nightstand. Smiling, he picks it up and opens the door very slowly. Marionette puts a palm on his face.
"Foxy, just go out the other end! It's much less suspicious!" Foxy looks out the window. It was clearly pouring outside. Foxy retains his grip on the vase, ready to let his plan loose. "Foxy, please. You have to listen!"
He throws the vase right on the dinner table, causing all hell to break loose in a split second. The baby was crying, the mom was screaming, the boy was running around and the dad was doing the same, trying to find whoever did that. Marionette exhales in disappointment. "What part of that plan was good to you?" The puppet asks.
"Uh, distraction?"
"I see where you were going, but this clearly was NOT going to work! Move it!" Foxy ducks down, slowly crouch-walking down the stairs, his hand tightly on the railing. As he continues to walk, he sees that the baby had stopped crying and was carefully eyeing Foxy.
"That baby better not know how to talk..." Foxy whispers, mere feet from the exit. Now he has to abandon the safety of the railing.
"WHO'S THERE?!" The dad says, pumping a shotgun.
"That does not look fun..." Marionette mumbles, the man nearing the animatronic. The man stops, looking down at Foxy, who was still holding Mangle's head.
"AARON! WHAT IS THIS DOING HERE?!" He bellows. Foxy stood frozen. What was he going to do? He couldn't lash out here. He was definitely caught, and there was no escaping. The boy comes from another room.
"I didn't find anyone there, Dad!" He announces proudly. His eyes fall on Foxy, and he freezes. "Where did you get that?!" He exclaims, yelping with glee. He immediately rushes over and hugs the robot, who tried to sit as still as possible. "Dad! Thank you so-"
"Wait, hold up a minute. You've never had this?" The boy looks up at his father.
"I thought you got it."
"No, this was the thing that came down from the stairs!" Aaron continues to stare at Foxy. "We're killing this demonized hunk of metal!" The dad breaks the silence, aiming the shotgun right in between Foxy's eyes. The fox's immediate reaction was to shoot his arms up in surrender.
"Dad! No!" Aaron puts his hand out and shoves the shotgun out of the way. This was Foxy's chance. Sprinting as fast as his robot legs could carry, he exits the house, ignores the dog and heads straight for the truck. Foxy finds that the door was unlocked. Relieved, he enters the driver's seat. The footsteps of the father were nearing, but Foxy had no clue what to do with the car. He wasn't even in it to begin with. He laid down in the trunk, unable to see the actual driving happening.
"Push every button!" Marionette screams, Foxy frantically trying to follow his instructions. The first was the top part with the two knobs. The screen flashed on with numbers like 105.6, and he kept turning the knobs, only making weirder noises. "THAT'S THE RADIO!" the puppet cries, seeing the father pass the dog.
Foxy tries again with the stick shift, which did absolutely nothing. Marionette continues to pour out more instructions and buttons to press while he sees that the man was zeroing in on the passenger side door. "FOXY!" Marionette shouts. Foxy immediately dives over to the door, trying to pull against the man's pull. "LOCK IT!"
"HOW?!"
"TRY EVERY BUTTON!" Foxy rolls his eyes, wondering how he could keep the door shut while trying every button. Sighing reluctantly, he puts his feet up, pulling down a thing.
"That son of a...locked the damn door!" The man says, slamming his fist at the door. "OPEN UP!" He aims his shotgun at the window. Marionette glances over at something Foxy hadn't tried yet.
"THE KEY!" Marionette yells. Foxy looks back at the steering column and puts his robotic fingers around the key. He pushes and pulls, but it wouldn't budge or do a thing.
A loud blast filled Foxy's audio sensors, and little shards of glass rained down on Foxy, causing him to fall over. This turned the key to just the right amount, and the car revved to life. "It's on. The pedals! Push on the pedals!" The man was pointing his shotgun at the fox again, now that the window was down. Marionette seemed to be the better driver here. Foxy reaches over and pushes on the rightmost pedal. The car lurches forward, sweeping the man off his feet.
Sitting up, Foxy continues to push down on the pedal with his feet, eventually busting through the barn wall. The car continued to drive forward. "THE STEERING WHEEL!" Marionette yells again. Foxy turns it to the left, and the car reacted responsively. Foxy gets on the only road he could get on and drove the opposite direction of the barn, the wheels screeching loudly along the way.
"Kind of a close one-" Marionette was interrupted with a BANG and multiple projectiles banging on the metal door and sides. Foxy presses on the pedal harder, and the car zoomed faster down the road. He tests the pedal to the left, and the car slowed down a bit. The third pedal father to the left didn't seem to do anything.
"This car is slow," Foxy deadpans, a bit disappointed about the car's speed. "I was expecting more from this."
Foxy drove all the way back to town on the first gear.
Marionette was dozing lightly in Foxy's mind when a light showed up on the dashboard near the speedometers. "Um...what is that?" the Puppet points out to the slightly sleepy robot.
"Huh?" Foxy groans, looking down at the mysterious light. "I don't know what that is...humans are weird..."
"That might be important!" Marionette cajoles his attention. "What if it means that we're in danger?" Foxy sighs, not saying a word, much to the puppet's frustration. "We won't find out until we know!"
"Those mean the same thing. Besides, we're already at the city..." Foxy says slowly in a groggy voice. He stops the car in the middle of the parking lot of the bar, not even coming near one of the parking spots on the edges.
"Aren't we supposed to like, stop this in the right place?"
"You mean park a car? Mar, I just started driving. There were those weird flashy things with the red, yellow and green lights and everyone just stopped and started making their cars yell at me. I remember this one lady I passed and she started shrieking about 'stop signs and children safety' and whatever. Don't expect me to know how to stop cats in the right angle. I'm not a human." Marionette raises an eyebrow.
"That's besides the point. I'm worried about them."
"After they burned down the restaurant?! What are you, crazy? We're not pacifists here!"
"But you wouldn't kill humans out here in the open, would you?" This silences Foxy.
"I mean...I could..." Marionette continues.
"Well if you hated them so much why don't you kill a human right here on the spot?" Foxy rolls his eyes, acquiescing defeat.
"Fine. You win. Why are you in my head anyways?" He questions randomly, opening the door of the driver's side and exiting. Two cars were yelling at him for no reason, much to Foxy's current annoyance to humans already. Foxy ignores it and crosses the street, his fur fibers grazing speeding cars. They too were yelling at him.
"What is it with humans and yelling cars?" Foxy remarks. He finds his way to the pizzeria, and children were already at the pizzeria. "Shoot! It's too late in the morning! Mar, help me here!" Marionette casts the miniaturizing "spell", shrinking Foxy down to size.
"You don't seem to like humans too much, do you?" Marionette whispers.
"Not if they have this attitude 24/7!" Foxy's shrunken self crawls into the vent, not bothering to bring the grate back up. He sprints all the way down to the Supply Closet. The puppet immediately gets back to bringing Foxy back up to size. Foxy exhales a thanks to Marionette as his hand reaches for the door.
"Foxy, don't go out there yet. They'll see ya!" The robot stops and follows the puppet's advice. He plunks down on a cardboard box. All Foxy got from that was a head. Was that worth it? He doubted it would mean anything in the far future, but he deals with it and hides it behind a corner of the boxes. "We'll have our fun, too."
This took too long, but that was because I was a *little* too lazy about it. I was busy with some other stuff, and LOTS of work/reading to do, not to mention the writer's block I had for quite some time now. Not the best conditions of work.
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Thanks anyways!
-DWalkthroughGuy