Five Nights, One Foxy Chapter 32
A/N: Greetings from Mount Rushmore! ^w^
So yeah, my family's still on vacation. We're actually going to be for the next two months or so. I won't be able to post every week since I never seem to have the time or the Wi-Fi to do so. Sorry about that...plz don't hate meh ;-;
November 26, 1998 3:47 PM
The past few hours were some of the greatest in my life, if you could believe that. My mom wasn't around to pester me, I wasn't in school, and I was reliving a favorite pastime.
Mike, Foxy and I had begun by demonstrating the roleplay to the other animatronics. It was simple; you had to steal the treasure chest full of fake gold coins that was sitting behind the steering wheel without getting caught. If you did get caught by Foxy, you had to sit in the fake jail cell for up to two minutes. Then you either had to run off the ship or walk the plank into the foam pit below. The foam pit was out, however, as it had gone crusty and firm from neglect.
There were also secret hiding spots around the ship, such as trapdoors, crates that formed walls to hide behind, and tunnels that led to different areas of Pirate Cove. Unfortunately, none of us could use them since they were kid-sized, but it didn't take away from the experience anyway.
Sneaking around the fake pirate ship was deemed impossible, but we were teenagers, and we were stronger and faster than most kids. It was easier to make a beeline for the chest than attempt to be ninjas, even though there was a higher chance of us getting caught.
After our demonstration, the other three animatronics split up. Freddy, with some convincing, joined Foxy's team, as it was more difficult for Foxy to catch teenagers and robots than children, and Chica and Bonnie joined our side.
To our delight, the game was found to be almost as hard as it was back in the 80's. Freddy was easy to avoid, since he was slower and more reluctant to touch us. Foxy was older, but he was extremely fast. He could catch up to one of us in twenty seconds flat without much effort. I found myself spending a lot of my time in the jail cell.
Around 12:45, Freddy had called for a break. Chica dragged me and Mike to the kitchen and we helped her bake one of the biggest pizzas we had ever seen. Animatronics couldn't eat pizza, so Mike and I ate about a fifth of it while the others hurled it at each other.
After the pizza fiasco, it was off to Pirate's Cove again. It was another three hours of pirates that I wouldn't trade for anything. Lumps of pizza were thrown in the absence of cannons and guns, and everyone was running all over the place. The quiet was replaced with laughter, screams, and the thumping of feet on the deck.
Long story short, it was one of the messiest, most exhilarating games I had ever played, and I loved it.
With great reluctance, I had announced a few minutes before 3:45 that I had to be home by 4 o'clock, and that I had to leave early since my house was about ten minutes away. They took it surprisingly well, although I could tell that they were eager for tomorrow.
I went to the bathroom to wash the pizza sauce off my clothes, received bone-crushing hugs from the animatronics, and left with a bruised spine and a smile on my face.
"I had an awesome time today," Mike remarked as the two of us walked home.
"So did I," I replied. "You still processing all of this?"
"I've pretty much gotten over it now. You?" Mike said.
"Same here." I sighed. "I'm really not looking forward to going home."
"Is it because of your 'father?'"
"Mostly. I don't even know if he's my real dad."
Mike looked at me sympathetically. "I'm sure that once you get used to having him around it'll seem normal again." He chuckled. "Does he still have his ponytail?"
I laughed. "Yep. It looks exactly the same, too."
"I remember some waiter coming up to him and saying, 'Ma'am, how would you like your steak cooked?'"
I snorted, the memory of our last night at Outback slowly coming back. "The look on his face was priceless! I think the waiter peed himself a little bit!"
The trek back home was a lot more enjoyable as we exchanged memories, from the time I came home from school with a broken arm to the time Mike's mom attacked a McDonalds employee because everyone's burgers were raw. I was even more deflated when we approached the driveway to my house.
"So THAT'S why you wore those blue eye contacts two weeks ago!" I exclaimed.
(A/N: That's for the people that complained about Mike's eye color being wrong. -_-)
"I am never doing that again," Mike said, rubbing his eye self-consciously. "I hated taking those things out at night."
"You were always squeamish," I teased, poking his arm. "Remember 'The Birds and the Bees Day?' Or what about 'Frog Dissection Day?'"
"Dear God no. Stop it!" Mike pushed my hand away, laughing.
We stopped halfway up my driveway, the faint smell of turkey wafting in through the open window. I didn't hear any screaming, so I assumed that everything was okay.
"Welp, we're here," Mike said awkwardly.
"Yep." I added, slowly exhaling through my mouth.
"Try not to get baked into a pie or anything, alright?" he said.
I rolled my eyes. "My mom's not that cruel, Mike. I'll be fine. Besides, you can always come over and make her suffer the wrath of your pen."
Mike laughed a bit. "Indeed. My pen will protect us."
I waved a quick goodbye and walked up the driveway to the porch. I put my hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and stepped inside, bracing myself for the scolding I was sure to get for whatever I did wrong this time.
The smell of Thanksgiving food hit me head on, and it was a nice alternative to the rotten and stale stench of the pizzeria. Mom was in the kitchen again, taking out a pan of green bean casserole. She spotted me and smiled genuinely, something I haven't seen her do in a long time.
"Hey sweetie," she greeted. "Glad you could make it on time. Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes."
I stared at her. "Mom...are you feeling okay?"
"Never better!" she replied happily.
"Hey Natalie." Vincent was watching the news on the couch and had turned his head briefly to say hello.
"Hey, dad," I replied. The word "dad" felt weird on my tongue, as if I was calling my worst enemy my friend. It didn't feel right to use that title. But Vincent seemed satisfied, and he turned back to the TV.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you; you're cousins are coming over! They're going to be staying here for the next few days," Mom announced.
I groaned. "Moooom, not my cousins!"
My cousins were the worst part about the holidays. No matter what, Mom always invited them over, and no matter what, they always came. They were incredibly annoying, rude to anyone who crossed their paths, arrogant, and selfish. Yet everyone seemed to love them.
Jake and Julia were seven-year-old twins, and they were a deadlier, more annoying version of Bonnie and Chica. I babysat them from time to time, and it was torture. They couldn't sit still for five seconds, and they were so...needy. Not to mention they had to throw everything fragile in the house at each other.
Jake and Julia were angels compared to Chloe, however. Chloe was eighteen, a college drop-out, and had no regards for anyone or anything. She was the kind of person that would kick a bunch of puppies if it meant that she could get popular. She had actually done it quite a few times.
My mom frowned slightly at my complaining. "Now Natalie, remember that they are family, and you have to treat them respectfully."
I groaned again and trudged over to the kitchen table, sulking. "Why do you always invite them to stuff?"
"You know your aunt and uncle feel left out if I don't," she said with a little sigh.
If there was one thing me and my mom could agree on, it was our feelings about her sister and her kids. We never liked them. Mom usually has no choice but to invite them over, but then she usually takes me out to an all-day shopping trip to get away from them.
"Besides, your father hasn't seen them in a while, and I thought it'd be nice for them to catch up," she continued as she sliced a watermelon into chunks.
"I hear Uncle Will has got into baseball," Vincent said casually from the couch.
The doorbell rang, and my bad mood increased significantly.
"Oop! They're here!" Mom reported, dropping the knife and scurrying to the door.
A/N: Yay, annoying cousins! :D BTW, my cousins are not like this at all, thankfully. :P I based them on a combination of irritating characters from a bunch of different shows that I can't remember the names of. :P
Draconian Master: Yay! :D
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MMiladinova: Indeed he did... -3- :3
biker boy: Review parodies? Sounds interesting :) And the toys are still in that room Mike and Natalie found a few chappies ago. They'll be back soon, don't worry. ;)
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