As Vincent had predicted, the animatronics drew little more than a glance. Some people watched them as the crew made their way to the park on the outskirts of the city, but it was little more than mild curiosity, as of a slight variation on a sight often seen. The only thing that was at all odd was the Puppet.
It had insisted that the others call it Marion, so as to seem human. It did look human, enough that it wasn't weird, but it wasn't exactly ordinary. They were wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with white stripes on the wrists, along with black, tight fitting pants that had similar white stripes on the ankles. Coupled with the fact that they were wearing black finger-length gloves and that it was summer, they drew more than a few looks.
All of the animatronics were ecstatic to be outside. Vincent had told them to keep calm until they got to the park, but all of them were looking around excitedly. The sole exception was the Puppet, who had been outside on multiple occasions, albeit invisibly. Even Vincent was excited, although he couldn't figure out why.
When the group reached the park they found Mike waiting with two doughnut boxes. "Alright, two dozen glazed doughnuts. Enjoy!" He set the boxes down on a nearby picnic table and opened them.
The animatronics just stared at the pastries. Vincent sighed. "C'mon guys, it's a sweet tasting breakfast food." He reached over and grabbed a doughnut, then took a bite out of it. "'s good." He said with his mouth full.
Bonnie shrugged, then took a doughnut for himself. As he took a bite out of it, his eyes widened. "This is really good!"
As if this was the signal they were waiting for, the other animatronics stepped forwards and began to take doughnuts. Vincent finished off his doughnut then licked the sugar off of his fingers, then froze. Did I just lick the sugar off of my fingers while still wearing this suit? He looked down at himself. Yup, still wearing the Spring suit. What the hell…?
Vincent shook his head Think about it later. He was more than a little surprised that the animatronics had tongues, but upon retrospect, it made sense. After all, in the human body, most of the taste buds were on the tongue. It was just odd that he had been able to utilize the animatronic tongue while in the suit. Come to that, it was odd that the suit made him stronger and faster as well…
After everyone had their share of doughnuts, Vincent led them through the park. The animatronics loved it. Foxy was running around like a maniac, making the most of his speed and mechanical endurance. Ben was astonishingly agile, until you took into account his electrical reflexes and jumpy nature.
Bonnie had to take the cake for mobility though. He had a ton of strength in his legs, allowing him to leap incredible distances. Add to that his daring nature and willingness to actually use his strengths, he was bounding around the place. The only reason he didn't get himself lost is because Mike had told all of the animatronics to stay within eyesight of the group.
Vincent called everyone back together. "Alright, we're going to go to a more popular area up ahead. There will probably be people, so don't do anything out of the ordinary. That includes jumping twelve feet in the air, running at thirty miles per hour, and any other mechanical shenanigans. Understood?"
"Twelve feet? I can jump much higher than that!" Bonnie seemed offended.
"Bonnie, now is not the time." Mike told him. "We don't want to draw any unnecessary attention."
"What exactly is up ahead that draws enough attention for us to worry about it in this otherwise empty park?" Freddy asked.
"The lake. It's the middle of summer right now, so there are a lot more people who want to come out to the lake, rather than walking around the forested areas." Vincent paused. "Do NOT swim. I'm well aware that you guys are waterproof, but a normal person in a fur suit cannot swim very well. Come to that, a normal person in a fur suit would be sweating like mad in this weather, and would be completely incapable of running."
"Noted." Freddy said with a nod.
"Alright guys, come on." Vincent said, leading the way. They left the heavily forested area to a spot on the edge of a large lake. There were several people fishing off the edge of the lake, and in a partitioned off section a large amount of people were playing in and around the water.
After the group entered the clearing, something flew through the air and hit Vincent in the side of the head. It was shortly followed by a man shouting something in Spanish. A couple seconds later, Vincent could understand what the man said. "You stupid furries! Get out of here and let the real people enjoy themselves!"
Vincent looked towards the man who had thrown the projectile. It was a Hispanic man with an angry look on his face, and he was readying another rock to throw. As he loosed his weapon, Tia stepped forward and snatched it out of the air, before unleashing a torrent of abuse in Spanish. "You're the one who's ruining everyone's enjoyment, you worthless drunk! Get out of here and let the sane people enjoy themselves! You're such a waste of space…" And so on.
Vincent kind of zoned out. He could understand Spanish. How? He had only a very basic understanding of the Spanish language, enough to say 'no habla espanol'. So why was it that he could understand it now, albeit after a short delay? He knew that all of the animatronics had translators that took a second to properly work, but did that mean that he was the animatronic, as opposed to the person inside?
By the time Tia was done cussing the man out, he was already running, a completely confused look on his face. It seemed he had expected his targets to just back out, or for the other people to back him up. In fact, it was likely that this man acted in this manner fairly often. Vincent looked at Tia questioningly. "You speak Spanish?"
"I… yes." Tia seemed just as confused as he did. "I didn't even use my translator…" She seemed thoughtful.
Mike checked his watch. "What time did you say we were going to get sandwiches at?" He asked Vincent.
"Twelve thirty. Why?" Was the response.
"It's twelve right now, we need to leave if we're going to meet the deadline." Mike informed him.
Vincent shrugged. "Just as well. We don't want to be here if people like that are the kind that frequent the area. Intolerant bastard."
"Watch your language Vincent." Fredbear scolded.
"Got it. Fredbear's going to tell me to watch my language every time I swear. No offense to you Fredbear, just something I find funny." Vincent rubbed the side of his head. That rock had actually hurt quite a lot. "Let's go."
As the group gathered up to leave, Vincent noticed that Marion was staring off into space and muttering. "No, not lethal. Of course it can be humorous… that's a bit too far. Don't hurt him, just… good. You understand." Marion turned their pale face back to the group.
"Hey Pupp-Marion." Vincent began. "What was that?"
The darkly clad figure grinned. "You'll see. About… now."
There was a scream and a man fell into the lake, shortly followed by Marion sniggering, and the sound of two ghostly figures laughing like crazy. Vincent raised an eyebrow. "And what was that?"
"Just desserts." Marion said simply, a twinkle in their oddly colorless eyes. "After all, we can't just let a man throw rocks at us. Someone could get hurt."
"More likely them than us." Vincent replied with a grin. "Let's get going. I think that moron got what was coming to him."
Mike seemed disappointed in the Puppet. "Please tell me you didn't hurt anyone."
"Of course not. I didn't do anything. You can thank the brothers for that little stunt." Marion paused. "Although I must admit that I may have been the one to put them up to it…" They trailed off in thought, before seeing the look on Mike's face. "No, he's not hurt. It's just water, after all. He landed in a part of the lake deep enough to cushion him from getting hurt, but shallow enough for him to just walk out."
"I'm not even going to ask how you know this stuff." Mike said, shaking his head. "But I'll take your word for it."
"Umm… I thought we were going…?" Bonnie cut in.
"Yes, of course. Let us leave." Marion announced, straightening up and dropping the mischievous grin.
Vincent just shook his head. "I never had you down for a prankster."
The group began to move off, back towards the entrance of the park. "I'm not. Usually." Marion smiled, a quick flash of their teeth. "But then again, I have to be serious. Usually."
"Vix! Get down from there!" Mike shouted. The white fox had climbed a tree and was proceeding along the trail via treetop.
"Why? This is fun!" Came the response. She dropped down to a lower branch, one just out of arm's reach. "I mean, climbing along the ceilings is fun, but this is exhilarating!"
Mike pinched the bridge of his nose. "We're coming back out here later, when there will be less people. You can climb trees then."
Vix pouted. "Fine…" The fox dropped from the branch, landing lightly. "You promise we'll be back later?"
"Well, Vincent's the mastermind for today's activities, ask him."
"Vincent Tollini." Vix said solemnly. "Can we please come back later?"
The man put his hand over his heart. "I promise."
"Yes!" the fox shouted, punching the air. "Today will be AWESOME!"
Vincent flinched, "Not so loud. Please. It hurts my ears."
Bonnie scoffed. "It hurts your ears? You're just wearing a suit! I have to hear it a hundred times louder than you."
Marion shook their head. "Actually, Vincent's senses are incredibly sensitive for a human being. You would be surprised at what he notices."
"So where are we going next?" Chica asked before Bonnie became argumentative.
Spring grinned. "Who's up for sandwiches?"
The animatronics get to go outside. We also get a little more insight into the Puppet's personality. Or rather, their personality when they AREN'T angry/upset/irritated at Vincent.
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