Chapter 20- The talk

He couldn't have imagined his first day at this place to be any better than it already was.

Admittedly, he was a bit nervous before he started performing. But as he continued to go throughout the day, things only got better and better for him.

The people were also very nice to him. Adults seemed to like him. Or at least, as much as they could, which was pretty had considering that were a good twenty feet away from him, with very few actually coming up to greet him. (He was told to always keep a lookout for a tall man dressed in purple. And if he should see him to take him down no matter what.)

The children were the most fun part about the day. They didn't seem to care that he was taller than a good majority of them and had fangs and a rather sharp hook (Even though it was just plastic spray painted metal) He enjoyed their company. A few even asked for his autograph and eventually started a line of people just wanting him to sign a napkin or a scrap piece of paper. (Except for a few teenagers. Those people were never happy no matter what he did.)

However, as much fun as those events were, none of them were as great as the evening.

In the evening, around six PM, Freddy had called him up to actually perform on stage with him.

While he was a bit nervous at first, a few long hard minutes of convincing and a slightly evil threat from Freddy managed to get him to sing on stage. And it was actually…not bad.

After his performance, Chica said she wanted to "talk" with him after hours. Which he was still a bit unsure if she wanted to either talk or play with him since she gave him one of those tight hugs and nuzzled his cheek with her beak.

And yet….as much as he loved that every day would be like this he still had a few questions about the restaurant that he worked in. Such as, whose cove was this before it was his? And why did the customers say he was an improvement from "Before"? Did he perform before? And if he did…when did he do it? He didn't remember performing here. Or at the very least, not in his system memory. Could he have had his memory erased? If that was the case, then who was he before?

But aside from those questions that kept bothering him throughout the day, he loved this place. And really looked forward o working here for…however long he was suppose to be doing whatever he was doing. Which he enjoyed doing very much and hoped he would do for a very long time.

He was cleaning up his cove, mainly because he needed something to do and that he didn't think the janitor couldn't clean as good as he could. He used some rag he randomly found and some cleaner in his pirate ship (Which he didn't even knew he had in there) to get the stains off of the plastic palm trees, curtains, floors, and other things that had just gotten messy.

Yet as he cleaned, he kept thinking about those questions that continued to haunt him.

Maybe I'll figure that out another day… he thought scrubbing some stick figure drawing from the floor for now, I'll just clean this place.

He continued to clean the cove out of boredom and necessity until he heard a footstep outside of his cove.

He perked his ears up and turned around to see Bonnie, the tall lavender bunny who didn't speak much, parting the curtains of the cove.

"Hey Foxy," Bonnie said.

"Is there something you want?"

"Uh…Freddy kind of wants to see you…."

Oh great…

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked

"No! No you didn't…" Bonnie said "Just a little get-to-know you kind of deal."

"Oh…" He said "Okay! I'll go right away!"

"Uh…I don't know about that."

"Well why not?" He asked

"Freddy doesn't really like dirty things..." Bonnie said

"Oh…" Foxy said looking down at his costume. He never actually knew that all that playtime with the children and cove repairs had actually caused his costume to get dirty. Cause there was food stains, paint stains, and strange stains that defiantly did not look food or paint-related.

"I'll just clean up in the spare parts room," He said

"Do you know where it is?" Bonnie asked

"Of course I do….It's next to the showstage right?"

"Yep," Bonnie said

"Then I think I'll be good."

"Alright then," Bonnie said beginning to leave his cove "Just remember that we're going to be in the kitchen, okay?"

"Okay," Foxy said

"And…sorry for being shy…I…uh…"

"Hey, we'll be working for a while, I'm sure that'd be enough time for you to come out of your shell."

"Aww…." Bonnie said "Thanks. Now that I think about it, you're much nicer than the previous one,"

"What?"

"Oh! Uh…nothing…nothing at all!" Bonnie said "I'll just…I'll just be going."

And as quickly as he came in, Bonnie left the cove.

Foxy was confused. What did he mean by "Previous one?"

He thought about it some more for a minute and came to the conclusion that it was probably one of those questions that he had yet to figure.

Just forget about it… he thought, leaving the question in the void with the rest of the other questions Focus on something better than those things like cleaning up...Yeah…I'll just talk to Freddy and the gang and we'll just get along.

He stepped out of his cove and looked into the main party room that his cove was connected to. So far, the show stage was empty except for a few dust bunnies and arts and crafts projects. As he continued to look at the empty party room, he felt a little insecure and more creeped out by the empty and dark party room. Friendly images like the posters of the animatronics suddenly appeared to be staring into his wires with their fixed gaze and unblinking eyes.

He continued on, down the dark party room. And before he could reach the door he thought he heard a Sweak! And a faint flurry of tap-tap-taps! That sounded almost like footsteps right behind him….

He jerked his head back with his LED lights on

It was only a squeaky clock ticking away the hours and the sound of a paper plate person brushing against some silverware.

I love this place and all… He thought feeling a wave of re-assurance as he saw the source of the noise but it can be really creepy at night….

Foxy continued on with little fear now. Yet…he was still paranoid that something was in the dark…waiting for him to be at his most vulnerable….

He strained his hearing to pick up even the tiniest of differences in out of the hum of the air condition and lights. His eyes darting around and behind him searching any signs for anything, or anyone for that matter that was more out of the ordinary than it was suppose to be.

After going through the main party room and the show stage (taking multiple opportunities to look back and make sure that there was nothing following him) and was then in front of the spare parts room.

Just be quick about it… He told himself Just be quick about it…

Slip!

He once again quickly jerked his head back. He didn't know the source of the slip or what caused it in the first place.

He still didn't trust the emptiness of the place

"H-hello?" He called out in the dark party room.

The room remained as empty and silent as it was before

"F-Freddy?" He called "Are you just messing with me?"

Nobody answered his call.

It's just the shadows playing tricks on me… he reassured himself just go in, get cleaned, get out. Shouldn't take too long….

He walked into the spare parts room, which was its usual state of disorganization with endoskeletons, costumes, and other parts strewn around the building.

Let's see… He thought there must be some sort of cleaning solution around here somewhere….

His yellow LED eyes, casted long shadows on the masks and endoskeleton parts as he searched for something to clean his costume with.

Not in here…

He looked around. Could there be a cabinet somewhere?

He searched around the room with his yellow LED lights. And after picking through a few endoskeletons, he found a short double-door cabinet with an endoskeleton with a white fox head

Ahh….there we go…

He removed the weird knot of endoskeleton and opened the doors. Which were filled with bleach, garbage bags, nitrate gloves, and oxy-clean

That should do it… he said eyeing the oxy clean

He then grabbed the can.

SLAM!

Suddenly, the door to the spare parts room slammed behind him, plunging the room into darkness.

Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap!

Foxy blasted his eyes at full brightness, looking around the empty room to try and find the source of why the door closed so suddenly.

He then slowly turned at the strange costume where the door was.

It was a Foxy costume. Just like his except six inches taller. He didn't know how long the costume had been in this room, but he assumed it was for a long time, given that the fur of the foxy costume was a darker almost blood red color rather than his bright red fur. And as he looked, he saw that his entire body wasn't actually fur. The legs and arms of the fox were not in fact fur, but rust that covered almost all of the metal and almost seemed to blend in with the fur.

He wondered for a moment, if maybe it was Freddy pulling his leg by slamming the door behind him until he saw the foxy model begin to move.

"W-who are you?" He asked.

The old costume looked up at him, with the same LED lights as his, only the older models looked like his was about

"Ye'd be askin' the wrong question lad," the older model said in a gravelly and grainy voice "Ye should be askin', "Who am I?"

He looked at the endoskeleton for a few moments. At his first glance, he thought that the endoskeleton was glitching out and saying he was the older model of him. But as he looked at the rust and the fact that the older model had a metal hook and teeth instead of plastic ones, he realized just who exactly was standing in front of him.

"Your…you're the old Foxy. The one before me"

He let out a laugh. Or some kind of attempt at a laugh. It really sounded more like a broken vacuum cleaner than an actual laugh.

"Yer a surprisingly smart I'd say," The older Foxy coughed "But I'd be curious, where'd be yer accent?"

"I only use it in the daylight," He said

He was scared yet confused at the same time. What

"Um…may I ask what brings you here this evening?" he asked

"Oh...I know what brings me here!" He said moving towards him.

Foxy was scared. Especially since the doppelganger, though in terrible condition, could put up quite the substantial fight.

"D-d-do you want to talk?" He said asking the fox

"Do I want to talk to ye? Oh, I'd be wantin' to do far more than talk…"

Before he could even ask what he wanted to talk about, the tall fox lunged at him. He pinned Foxy to a wall and placed his rusted yet razor-sharp hook against his neck.

"W-what

"I saw what ye did there with Chica onstage earlier this day." he said "And normally, I'd be unable to tolerate stuff like that."

"Y-y-you wouldn't!?"

"Oh no…" Foxy said sadly his hook beginning to cut his fur "Ye see, had it not been for her, I'd be givin up on me life a long time ago."

Foxy didn't like where this was going. Especially since the older model was pointing a sharpened metal hook at his neck.

"Look…" He said "If –if this is about C-Chica uh…maybe we could share her-"

Suddenly, the older Foxy went into some sort of outrage.

"Ye think she's an item! Ye think she's property that ye can just pawn off!" Foxy outbursted slamming him into the wall and cutting his hook deeper into Foxy's throat, causing some fluids to leak out of his neck

"N-no! I don't!" He gasped feeling a vital gasoline tube about to cut from the hook.

"Yer darn right ye are!" He said through crooked and gritted teeth. "She's a person! And ye should treat her like one! Ye understand!"

"I'm...I'm sorry!"

"Ye'd better be!" The old Foxy spat "One more screw up like that, and ye'll find yerself sleeping with the fishes tonight!"

"All-all right!" He shuddered praying that the night guard was looking through the camera and seeing this current situation.

"Now…for the main subject of matter." The older Foxy said.

"W-w-what would that be?" Foxy asked mortal terror flowing through him.

"Us." Foxy said

Foxy stood there confused for a few minutes.

"Us?"

"Ye and me," Foxy said "Or. Me I guess. Since ye are me."

"Well…" He thought looking some kind of weapon to get him out of this situation "What do you want to talk about?"

"Ye see lad, we'd be in a bit of a situation at the moment."The older Foxy said "If Chica saw us right now; I don't think that the lass could really handle the situation…"

Foxy thought about that for a minute and realized that if Chica did in fact the two standing together; odds were that things wouldn't turn out well for him.

"Which is why…." Old Foxy continued almost as if he was trying to force his words through concrete or some other thick substance "I'd be asking ye to stay here and take care of Chica

"Really?"

"She…she seems happy with ye," The old Foxy said "I'd hate to ruin that relationship. Mainly because Chica would eventually find out and probably have a long and serious talk with me about why I killed ye."

"However," Foxy said whispering in his ear "If I find out ye mistreat her in any way, shape, or form did something to her. If you so did as hit her, well….let's just say ye will not wake up the following morning to be sorry for what ye've done. Do ye understand what I'd be sayin' here?"

"I understand."

The fox then let out a sigh, one mainly of relief but also of sadness.

"My work here is done." The old fox said dropping his aggressive voice to one that seemed more empty and hollowed

The old Foxy then let his hook out of his neck and let him down from the wall. Foxy spent a few minutes clutching his neck to make sure that no crucial wires were cut. Luckily, there was only a few that were damaged but none of the necessary ones, like the gas and main electric wires and tubes were cut.

When he looked up, he saw that the old Fox was leaving the room.

"W-where are you going?!" He asked old Foxy "Don't you belong here."

The old machine stopped in the doorframe

"Someplace besides here," He answered "From me standpoint, there'd be nothing here for me anymore."

The old fox then began to walk out the door, leaving Foxy sort of a daze with only one question.

"So…you're leaving for good?"

The old Foxy stopped in dead stride.

He worried that he might have said something. And that now, the older model was "reconsidering" his decision.

The older model let out a sigh.

"Don't go lookin' for me." He said "Nobody likes or cares about machines like me anymore…."

And then he saw the old fox dash away and vanish into the thick shadows like a phantom of the night.

End of Chapter.

Well…I hope that didn't ruin everybody's day….hope to see you next time (Which will hopefully be sooner rather than later.) bye!