So, here it is. The next chapter. Took way too long to get this out (and that's due to procrastination, my greatest enemy), but it's here. Enjoy.
"So Bon-Bon, I've got something to tell you- hey, Bon-Bon! Look at me! You're being rude!"
"No."
Funtime Foxy was in his room today (the cove room, not the back room) and was conversing with Bon-Bon. Or at least, trying to converse with Bon-Bon. The stubborn hand-puppet was refusing to look at him, and Foxy was quickly getting agitated by this. He had an idea of why Bon-Bon was acting like this, but he decided to disregard it for now.
"Why not?"
Bon-Bon finally turned around and squinted up at Foxy, looking a bit angry. "You know why."
"I told you, I don't know where Gregory is! It's not my fault he's missing, anyway!"
"It is your fault. You just don't want to go looking for him."
"I HAVE been looking! Yesterday I was going to go looking for him, but I decided to go spy on Puppet instead, and I found out some stuff, which we need to tell Ballora about later. But you're going to have to WAIT for Gregory! Look, I'm sure he's fine. He might be with Freddy."
"No, I refuse to wait. We need to find Gregory as soon as possible."
"I'm sorry, but it has to wait! We have more pressing matters on our hands, okay?"
"What's more pressing than finding Gregory?!"
"The stuff I found out from Puppet! And it's pretty crazy."
"But Gregory-"
"Don't worry, I'm sure he's fine. He and Freddy have been missing for the same amount of time, so they might be going on some weird, crazy adventure together."
"And Gregory wouldn't tell me about this?!"
"He's a CHICKEN! He can't talk!"
"Well, he could have left a note!"
"Maybe! And you could have also EATEN the note. Everyday, you eat anything you find on the ground!"
"No, I don't!"
"Yes, you do!"
"No, you're lying."
"I'm not lying. You do."
"It's not my fault everything's so tasty."
"Ugh, whatever. Come on, I say we go and find Ballora. Let's go."
Foxy edged towards the exit to the room. Bon-Bon seemed reluctant to follow, but shuffled along after Foxy anyways.
"Fine..." The hand-puppet groaned as he followed Foxy.
"About time." Foxy grunted as they left the room and came into the main room. "Okay, let's go and...what the?"
Upon entering the room, Foxy immediately noticed that somebody else was here: a human man, standing just by the front doors, observing the room. He had messy black hair, dark blue eyes, tan skin, and was wearing a black suit with a red tie.
"Hmm..." The man said as he looked at the room. "...this actually looks pretty nice, but it could be better..." The man turned and saw Foxy and Bon-Bon standing there. "Ah! Hello there!" The man greeted, and he approached Foxy.
"Uh, hi?" Foxy greeted, unsure of how to react to this person. Who was he? Another nightguard? Were they going to have to do their hunting job yet again tonight?
"So, uh, do you guys work here?"
"Um, sure, we work here! Yeah."
"That a costume you're wearing?"
"Yes."
"Well, let me actually introduce myself. I am Sir Francis Carter." The man bowed for a moment, then stood straight again. "I am a salesman. I come by to local businesses and offer...redecoration plans, so as to give the building a nicer look and feel."
"Okay, that doesn't make any sense to me. Are you a furniture salesman or something?"
"Yes, I am indeed a furniture salesman. However, I prefer to call myself the 'Redecorator' or even 'Person that sells random objects'."
"That makes ZERO sense to me. Also, how'd you get in here in the first place? The doors are boarded up, and the place hasn't even officially opened yet. How did you get inside?"
The 'Redecorator', or Francis by his proper name seemed to not have heard Foxy. Instead, he plowed on with his current actions. "So now, let us start off. Firstly, we have our excellent piece of toast." Out of nowhere, Francis pulled out a piece of toast and handed it to Foxy, who was further confused by this.
"Uh- what- um-" Foxy stuttered, unable to make sense of what the usefulness of a piece of toasted bread would be.
"A buttery, toasty piece of bread! You like toast, right? Everyone does."
"Yeah, I do, but why'd you give me this to start out with?"
Once again, Francis ignored Foxy. "So, I'm selling that piece of toast- just that piece of toast- but, if you want more bread like this, I have this toaster right here!" The Redecorator pulled a microwave out from thin air and slammed it into Foxy's hands.
"Okay, uh, yeah. Now I have a toaster and toast." Foxy stuttered. He placed the heavy toaster on the counter of the stand next to his room, making a heavy CLANG sound as he placed it there.
"I'm selling this toaster, you know, and you seem like a man that likes toast. Would you like to buy it and get more toast?"
"Uh, actually, we already have a toaster. BUT SERIOUSLY, how did you get in here?! There's no way in, and you're just giving me toast, which I don't need right now! And how are you making this stuff appear out of thin air?!"
"Fine, fine, you don't want the toaster. I understand that completely." Francis said, although he still ignored the part about how he got in the location. He grabbed the toaster, turned around for a second, then turned back around, and the toaster was gone. "Uh, you look like a fine establishment, so how about this: I have these fine stools here." The salesman placed down a wooden stool that was colored white-and-blue. In fact, it looked just like the stools they used for the tables in the rooms throughout the pizzeria. "So, this stool is-"
"Why is everybody yelling?!" Somebody complained, and Foxy turned to see Puppet running over to Foxy and the Redecorator.
"Aah! Puppet, where did you come from?!" Foxy exclaimed, surprised by the marionette's sudden appearance.
"From my box, where else would I come from? And, more importantly, why is everybody yelling?! What did I TELL YOU about yelling?"
"I'm not the one doing it! Look!" Foxy pointed at Francis. "Another one got in!"
Puppet turned and looked at the Francis, becoming a little off-put by the salesman being there. "Why does that keep happening?"
"You, sir, look like a fine man." Francis cut in conversationally. "Interested in my wares?"
"Are you trying to sell us our own chairs?" Foxy asked, as he eyed the stool that looked just like the stools already in the pizzeria. "These are the same chairs we have THROUGHOUT the pizzeria!"
"Well, this one is state-of-the-art!"
"Ooh!" Puppet replied, looking excited. "I'll take fifty!"
"Fifty! Ah!"
"No, no, no!" Foxy cut in, hurriedly trying to prevent Puppet from spending any money. "He doesn't make the deals, I do! Now, take back your chair and LEAVE!" Foxy forced the stool into the Francis' hands.
"Fine, fine, you don't want the stool. I get it." Francis apologized, but did not turn to leave. He turned around for a second and looked back at them, and the stool was also gone. Then he eyed Puppet. "But, allow me to speak with this fine gentleman here. Sir, might you be interested with this being in your life?" The salesman pulled out a tall gold lamp with a brown lampshade and placed it down onto the floor. "Voila."
"Actually, that's a pretty nice lamp." Foxy admit, liking the look of the lamp.
"It is." Puppet agreed, nodding quickly. He faced Francis. "So, can we have this for free? Like, on the house."
"No." Francis refused, frowning. "See, I'm a salesman, sir, so I don't give free items."
"Bon-Bon, do you hear this?" Foxy questioned Bon-Bon, who had been standing to the side the whole time. "He's trying to sell stuff to Puppet, and Puppet buys everything. That's not good."
"Eh, I'm just letting you guys deal with this." Bon-Bon responded, shrugging uninterestedly.
"Ugh, THANKS! You're SO helpful." Foxy growled sarcastically.
"You're a salesman, but have you considered becoming a 'free' man and giving this to us for no cost?" Puppet offered the salesman, patting the lamp.
"Sir, I can't." Francis replied, shaking his head. "I'm a working man like you, and this is how I make my money to pay for things."
"Okay, we don't want it, then." Foxy spoke up. "Just get rid of it."
"Fine, fine." The salesman grabbed the lamp and pulled it behind his back, and it instantly disappeared.
"At least he's not looking around the place." Foxy whispered to Puppet. "There's so much stuff here that it could be a problem."
"Hmm, I think I should look around and see what I can do about the place." Francis voiced, looking around at the room. "I am the Redecorator, so I do need to know what has to be redecorated. So, what can I- ah!" The salesman went over to the tables in the main room, which had lamps on them already. "See? You guys have lamps in this place already. Why wouldn't you want a bigger lamp?" He placed down the tall gold lamp again.
"Because we already have the little ones." Foxy stated. "Why would we need a bigger one?"
"Uh...because bigger things are better."
"He's not wrong, Foxy." Puppet agreed. "Bigger is better."
"Oh, but I think...he's one of those guys." Foxy said, thrusting a finger back at the Redecorator. "I think you know what I mean."
"Aw, yeah." Puppet understood, nodding. "One of those guys."
"Huh? What do you guys mean by that?" Francis asked confusedly.
"Uh, nothing." Foxy told the Francis.
"Hmm, okay." Francis grabbed the lamp and pulled it behind his back, and it disappeared once again.
"Now, about the lamp." Puppet began, trying to steer the conversation back to the original topic. "Do you, perhaps, have a bigger lamp than that?"
"A bigger lamp...let me check in my inventory." The salesman turned around and seemed to begin searching through something, though Foxy couldn't see what. After a few minutes, the Redecorator turned back to them. "No, I'm afraid I don't. I do have more lamps that are the same size as that last one you saw." The salesman placed down another tall lamp, this time wooden with a black lampshade.
"Uh, you know who would like this?" Foxy mentioned to Puppet as he eyed the lamp. "Ballora."
"Oh, there's more people?" Francis inquired interestedly as he pulled the lamp behind his back and made it disappear.
"Yes, tons of people. Follow me over here."
Foxy began leading Francis down the halls towards Ballora's room, with the others following behind.
Alright, time to get rid of this guy. Foxy thought as he led Francis towards Ballora's room. He's kind of annoying, so I'd better pawn him off to Ballora. She can deal with him for me.
"So, uh, quick question." Francis spoke up. "What's with this little fellow?" He looked to Bon-Bon.
"Um, well..." Bon-Bon stuttered nervously. He was looking at Francis longingly for some reason. "I'm Bon-Bon. And, uh...yeah." Bon-Bon ran over to Foxy. "Foxy, can I eat him?"
"No, you can't." Foxy whispered back. "We need him alive. For now."
"What was that you just said?" Francis asked worriedly.
"Sorry, Bon-Bon's kind of mumbling right now, and I don't know why. He didn't say anything important."
"Well, if you say so."
"Ballora!" Foxy called as he, Francis, and the others entered Ballora's room. "We have somebody new here, coming to say hi!"
Ballora had been sitting by her tea set. When she looked up and saw Francis she gasped in fright and stood up instantly. Reggie was standing on Ballora's pillar, watching the interaction with a befuddled look.
"AAH! What is that?!" She squealed.
"Hmm, these skeletons don't seem very nice." Francis commented, looking to the skeletons. "I'd better clean them up." He began taking the skeletons and pulling them behind his back, causing them to disappear as well.
"Well, I did not expect him to do that." Foxy said, a little surprised.
"Hey, what are you doing?! Stop it!" Ballora cried, running over to Francis angrily.
"What's with all the skeletons, ma'am?" Francis asked. "Is this some sort of haunted house attraction that you guys have here?"
"What?! No! This is my ROOM, where I preform for my audience! And now look: you're taking them away from me! You KIDNAPPER!"
"Uh, Puppet, can I talk to you for a second?" Foxy inquired Puppet, who was nearby.
"Sure." Puppet agreed, and he followed Foxy over to one side of the room. Meanwhile, Francis kept inspecting the room, Ballora tailing him frustratedly all the way.
"Wow, this a nice piano..." Francis muttered as he went to Ballora's piano.
"Yes, it is! Don't touch it." Ballora threatened him.
"Oh, right. I do have something to sell you."
"Something to...sell me? Okay, what do you want?"
"Allow me to show you my wares."
Foxy tuned out Ballora and Francis and spoke to Puppet instead. Bon-Bon was hanging out on the sidelines, quietly watching everything happen.
"So, I've thought it out, and I've decided. SHE'S gonna get rid of him for us." Foxy muttered to Puppet.
"She is?" Puppet replied.
"Yeah. She can take all of his stuff and spend her money. Then we don't have to pay anything."
"Hey, cool idea! She can pay for it all and give some of it to us! That way, we get FREE stuff from him!"
"Exactly, yeah! Let's go see what Ballora and that 'Redecorator' guy are doing."
Foxy, Puppet, and Bon-Bon went over to Francis, who was just now showing Ballora what he had to sell.
"I have here...a chair." Francis placed down a stone chair. "Way cooler than your piano, right?"
"A chair?! Argh, I don't need this!" Ballora complained. "I already have PLENTY of chairs! And they're all more comfortable-looking then whatever chairs YOU have."
"She does have a point." Foxy sided. "That stone chair looks nowhere near as good as all the comfy red armchairs she has lined up in this room. They're comfy, squishy, and even bouncy!"
"I noticed you don't have a chair here next to your piano." Francis pointed out.
"Well, that's because it doesn't fit there!" Ballora argued. "Duh!"
"Oh, so you want something smaller, huh? Let me see what I've got." Francis took the stone chair away and turned around, once again rooting around in something Foxy couldn't see.
"No, seriously! Nothing fits in that tiny corner. It's literally impossible. Physically, mentally, and magically impossible. Why are you so pushy?"
"He's like that. I mean, he just tried to sell me a toaster with toast a few minutes ago." Foxy informed Ballora.
"Toast?"
"Toast! Already-made toast!"
"Well, that is kind of smart. Saves you the trouble of having to make the toast at first."
"Pretty good toast, too." Puppet added in agreement.
"Actually, forget about the chair. I have another idea." Francis mentioned, and he turned back to the animatronics. "Now that I'm looking properly, I noticed this room does not seem to have any beds. So, I'll sell a bed to you." Francis put down a bed with a pink blanket on it, but instead of the bed being on the floor, it was floating a few feet above the ground.
"WHY IS THE BED FLOATING?!" Puppet and Ballora exclaimed at the same time.
"It must be magical!" Foxy said, grinning. "It's like something out of The Exorcist!" Foxy went over to the bed and hoisted himself onto it, then stood up and looked down at the others, who were marveling over the bed (except for Bon-Bon, who was still as quiet as ever).
"This man has to be a WITCH!" Ballora yelled. "Burn the witch!"
"Woah, woah, it's not magic." Francis explained hastily. "It's actually suspended there by invisible wires."
"But how did you connect it to the ceiling so fast?" Foxy asked, confused. Foxy could see the thin wires making the bed 'float', but was now wondering how Francis had gotten it connected to the ceiling so fast."
"Uh...reasons."
"Say...now that I'm up here, I have the sudden urge for pea soup. Dunno why, but I just want it."
"And you...seem to have green ooze coming out of your mouth." Puppet noted, pointing at Foxy's jaw.
"I do?! Oh, I'd better get off this bed!" Foxy leaped off of the bed, and his urge to have pea soup disappeared. He felt around his mouth and touched the green ooze, then wiped it away. Foxy was now a bit afraid; what kind of bed could make people want pea soup AND also make them emit green slime from their mouth. "Yeesh, what is wrong with this bed?"
"Uh, nothing's wrong with it." Francis insisted. "It's just an acquired taste. So...do you want the bed?"
"No, we do not." Foxy refused at once.
"Burn the witch..." Ballora muttered darkly.
"Fine, fine, fine, I understand." Francis said, and he pulled the bed behind his back and it went away. "So, you're a beautiful young lady, so I think I can find something else for you."
"Did you just call me a lady?" Ballora screamed. "Did you just call me a LADY?! I am NOT a lady, I am BALLORA!"
"Well, you're beautiful anyway."
"...That is true, I guess. Thank you."
"Anyway, someone as beautiful as you might want to look in the mirror sometimes. So I've got this."
Francis placed down a wooden dresser, complete with many pink or yellow-handled drawers, as well as a three-paneled mirror. Ballora, looking interested, went over to it.
Oh no. Foxy thought, worried that something involving a mirror might be enough to pursue Ballora into spending money.
Suddenly, as Ballora was gazing at the dresser, all three panels of the mirror suddenly cracked one by one, and a few pieces of loose glass came free from the mirror and tumbled down onto the floor. Ballora, shocked, stepped back, then turned back to Francis with a furious look on her face. Francis himself was trying to remain as straight-faced as possible, though Foxy could tell he was holding back laughter.
"Why did the mirror just crack?" She inquired, looking heated. "Are you LAUGHING at me now?!"
"I'm sorry." Francis said forcibly as held back a smile.
"Did you just...REGGIE! BEAT HIM UP!"
Reggie, knowing that Ballora would take her anger out on him if he did not reply, began to say something.
"Uh, I think the glass is broken. And it's not just you, either, Ballora." Foxy commented passively. "Sorry for interrupting you, Reggie. What were you gonna say?"
"Oh no, it's fine!" Reggie forgave, nodding quickly. "I was just going to say that you look lovely, darling Ballora. Just some cheap glass. Happens every time. Can't trust these businessmen. They're always trying to sell you such...outdated stuff, you know."
"Yeah!" Ballora shouted determinedly.
"Exactly." Foxy agreed, thinking that a riled-up Ballora was better than an angry Ballora.
Puppet, meanwhile, looked very unhappy that Reggie hadn't disagreed with Ballora.
"Reggie, you're lame." He groaned.
"What? Don't blame me! I used to be a salesman, you know." Reggie informed Puppet.
"Well, you never disagree with anything! You agree to anything said, no matter what!"
"I want a job here. How am I going to get one if I make everybody angry? And I'm still waiting for that 'costume' thing you guys keep talking about."
"Yeah, we're still trying to look for one." Foxy explained matter-of-factly.
"Oh, uh, that's fine, I guess. Just hoping you guys will hurry with that."
Francis cleared his throat loudly. "So, fine sir, you yourself look like you need a place to actually rest. Look at this wonderful piece." He put down a white armchair next to the pedestal. "Here's a white armchair."
"A white armchair...it looks a little bland. I was a judge for a fashion show recently."
"Yeah, and he did a good job." Foxy added. "Thanks, by the way."
"Oh, well, you're welcome. So, yes, I was a fashion show judge."
"Really?" Francis replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Um, yes. And I must say, that is not quite fashionable."
"Fine, fine." Francis pulled the armchair away. "How about this chair instead?" Francis put down the same wooden chair he had shown Ballora earlier. "You look like a man that prefers wooden chairs. What do you think?"
Reggie squinted at the chair. "Is that mahogany, or oak?"
"I think it's cardboard." Foxy told Reggie. Foxy was looking at the chair right now, this time more closely, and he thought the chair looked a little too flimsy to be wood, so he guessed it was cardboard.
"Cardboard?! Mr. salesman, sir, are you trying to sell me a cardboard chair?"
"No, no, it must be the French kind of cardboard!" Puppet interrupted. "Like: Carton!"
"Puppet, what the heck?!" Foxy exclaimed. "Why are you trying to help this guy? He's trying to make us waste our money on things we don't need!"
"Seriously, it says it on the tag!" Puppet ran over to the chair, to where a white tag was sticking out of the side. "Carton: Made in France."
"Well, I'm from England, and I've been to France before." Reggie stated. "And I've never heard of this...Carton."
"Wait, no! Puppet's messing with you!" Foxy cut in, running over to the chair. Foxy could see the tag; it did not read what Puppet had said, but read: Fragile. "It says Fragile on it. That's not French! Fragile is NOT French!"
"Fragile, French, French toast. It's all the same thing." Puppet insisted. "Speaking of toast...mmm." Puppet pulled out the piece of toast he had gotten from Francis earlier and took a bite out of it.
"You got French toast?!" Ballora squealed, looking jealous. "I want French toast!"
"I'm surprised he hasn't visited Puppet's room yet." Foxy mentioned accidentally.
"Oh, another room to redecorate? Sounds good." Francis said, pulling the chair away.
"Room?! No, I don't have a room!" Puppet lied anxiously. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"It's that big present! Down at the room at the end of the hall!" Foxy cried, holding the door open.
"Great!" Francis thanked, heading through the door.
"No! Don't go near my house!" Puppet screamed, running through the door after the salesman. Everybody else followed.
"Get out!" Puppet ordered. As Foxy came down the ladder with Ballora and Bon-Bon, he saw Puppet running into the central room after Francis, who was hurriedly inspecting the rooms of Puppet's box.
"No, sir. I'm trying to see what there is to improve." Francis refused, not turning to face Puppet as he continued staring at every inch of the area.
"Nothing! My place is already great!"
Francis ignored Puppet and gazed around at the room even further. Foxy could tell by the slightly frustrated look on Francis' face that the salesman was struggling to find something to improve.
"Hmm...HMM..." Francis mumbled.
"See? I told you. Everything is fine." Puppet voiced, shrugging.
After a moment, Francis' face lit up, signaling that he had an idea. "Oh, well, sir, it seems you don't have a bed." He placed down the same pink bed from before.
"I do! My futon sofa in the computer room is my bed!"
"Yeah, he sleeps on a futon." Foxy confirmed. "I don't know why, but he does."
"He plays games a lot, so he'd be in there." Ballora added.
"So...can we eat him now?" Bon-Bon whispered.
"...No, not yet." Foxy replied, though he felt the hesitation in his voice as he said it. The salesman was being very annoying, and Foxy was exercising all the self-control he had just to not attack him. He was already tired from a guard they had dealt with (mostly because today was his turn to clean up the mess they left), and he didn't want to do too much more work. Both his predatory instincts and the voice inside his head were urging him silently to attack, but he held them back. For how long he could keep doing this, he didn't know.
"Why not?" Bon-Bon pressed impatiently.
"Just wait, okay?" Foxy griped.
"Fine..." The bunny hand-puppet groaned.
"So, sir, the bed. Do you like it?" Francis asked Puppet.
"Well, it is pretty nice, but..." Puppet began. "...it's pink and it doesn't really match with the rest of my house."
"Oh, alright. Away it goes."
"Wait, I like pink!" Ballora screamed, and she lunged for the bed, but Francis pulled it away before she could reach it. "Oh."
"Wow, that was rude of you, to just break the bed right as she was about to grasp it." Foxy chastised.
"You wanted the bed? Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am." Francis apologized, and he put the bed back down. "There you go."
"Ah, thank you..." Ballora sighed happily as she sat down on the bed.
"So, sir, back to you." Francis turned to Puppet. "I see that you don't like pink. Is there any particular color you do like?"
"Uh, maybe...blue?" Puppet guessed, seeing that the walls of the inside of the box were the same color as the outside of the box: purple and blue stripes.
"Blue, you say? Well, I just so happen to be carrying around a blue bed." Francis placed down a blue bed, just a few feet next to the pink bed.
Puppet examined the bed, looking more satisfied than he previously had. "That is pretty nice. But I'd rather not have it in the middle of my house walkway."
"I can easily move that for you, sir."
They were interrupted by snoring; Ballora had fallen asleep where she sat.
"Ballora, you're sitting up, not laying down." Foxy said, and Ballora snapped awake.
"Waah?" She groaned. "No, I'm not. What are you going on about."
"Okay, this is getting weird. Redecorator, sir, can you get rid of the beds? They're kind of in the way."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get them out." Francis apologized once again. He pulled the blue and pink beds away (to a very unhappy Ballora's discontent). Ballora went to sit on a stool by the kitchen bar instead.
"So, as you can, everything is in tip-top shape!" Puppet cheered falsely. "So you can go now."
"Uh, well..." Francis looked around and spotted the fridge in the kitchen area. "...this fridge over here seems a little outdated. I have the state-of-the-art fridge right here." Francis went over to the fridge and placed another fridge right next to it. This one looked exactly the same, except it was smaller and had one door instead of two.
"Ugh, I don't want that! That's the same fridge!"
"Sir, it's not the same fridge."
"Well, my fridge is bigger! Why would you offer me a smaller fridge?"
"This smaller fridge here is more h-h-high-tech and state-of-the-art." Francis was beginning to stutter now; Foxy knew it was because that the salesman was running out of the things to say about his secretly crappy wares.
"But it holds less food."
"Less food, but it's, uh, more cooler."
"That's not even a word."
"R-right, well, it's still cooler."
"Hey, wait a second." Ballora cut in, seemingly having realized something. "Is nobody wondering how he's bringing all of this giant stuff out of...somewhere?"
"I've been questioning that all night long." Foxy acknowledged. "And NOBODY has answered those questions!"
"I mean, you didn't ask to begin with."
"Oh. That's true, I guess."
"Fine, fine, fine, you guys don't want a fridge. I understand that PERFECTLY." Francis assured them, going over to the central room so he would have more room to put things down. "You fellows look like you have a wonderful time hanging out with each other, so I actually have something to accommodate that." He placed down a white couch, bgi enough to comfortably seat two people. "A wonderful two-seater. Really comfortable."
Puppet patted the couch suspiciously. "This kinda looks like my futon, except a bit less high-quality."
Ballora felt the couch's arm, and quickly pulled her hand away. "Geez, it's itchy! Is this...wool?! I don't like it."
"Yes, it's made with real wool." Francis stated quickly.
Bon-Bon ran over and sat on the couch. To everyone's surprise, the couch sank down until it was pretty much a pancake on the floor. Bon-Bon didn't seem to mind, and started jumping on the couch.
"Bon-Bon, uh, what do you think of it?" Foxy asked Bon-Bon.
"It's really bouncy. I like it." Bon-Bon replied, smiling.
"Well, you sunk right into it, so much so that it's now pancake-flat. Redecorator, is this just PURE wool and nothing else?"
"Yeah, uh, real wool, yes." Francis stuttered.
"You need other things to make a couch! Like a frame, springs, cotton, whatever else you need to make it work correctly. Just making it out of wool isn't enough-"
"Sir, I am the salesman. I know what I'm talking about."
"But-"
"No, no, don't say anything. I'm the only one here who isn't an amateur, so I know I'm right. Don't flatter yourself. We salesman pride ourselves on being one thing everyone else isn't: idiotic and single-minded. That's what makes us the best at doing what we do."
Foxy growled frustratedly. Anger was resonating through him, his temper was barely holding on. The salesman had already been annoying and frustrating for them to deal with...but to call them amateur? To say not to flatter themselves? To say they're idiotic and single-minded? Now Foxy was beginning to wonder why he ever let this guy stay alive.
The voice called out to him inside his head.
"I can feel your anger, and I understand. This nuisance is worthless. Just get rid of him already. Take his head off. You KNOW you want to."
Actually, now that you mention it, I'm starting to think you're right. Foxy replied in his thoughts, forcing calm onto his voice. He IS worthless. I'm almost ready to rip his head off of his shoulders.
"Say, uh, I'll be right back." Francis said, and he pulled the couch away. The salesman looked afraid; he had seen the animatronics' facial expressions."I have more items I need to get for you guys." Francis ran into the tv room and started up the ladder as fast as he could go.
"Come on, Foxy. Get him before he gets away."
"Uh, guys?" Foxy said, his anger starting to combine with the tone of his voice. "Should we just get him? I don't feel like letting him get away."
The others, looking a bit frustrated themselves, all nodded at the same time.
Then they ran over to the ladder and hurried up it.
"Hurry up!" Foxy exclaimed furiously at Ballora as he and the others went up the ladder.
"I'm going as fast as my ballerina legs can go!" Ballora shouted back. "I'm a dancer, not a runner!"
Ballora and Foxy were the first out of the box. They climbed out of it and whipped their heads around the auditorium. The salesman was nowhere to be seen.
"Dang it, he already ran! We didn't take that long to climb up!" Foxy complained as he and Ballora sprinted down the hallways.
"Salesman! Come out!" Foxy called out tauntingly as he and Ballora entered the main room. Puppet and Bon-Bon followed, silently watching Foxy and Ballora go at it.
"Mr. Witch, where are you?" Ballora added. "I'm not gonna burn you...maybe."
They looked and looked, but Francis was nowhere to be seen. Then Foxy drew a conclusion.
"Is he seriously gone?" Foxy groaned, upset to see that they had lost him.
"He...disappeared?!" Bon-Bon whined, clearly having been ready to eat the guy.
"Where could he have gone through, the front door?" Ballora wondered, running over to the entrance doors, which were as boarded-up as ever.
"But how could he have? It's closed!" Foxy pointed out.
"He got away? Really?!" Bon-Bon continued.
"It looks like it! This is...ARGH, COME ON! HOW ON EARTH ARE THESE RANDOM PEOPLE GETTING IN AND OUT OF HERE?!"
"I'm telling you, he's a witch!" Ballora screamed crazily, pointing at the ceiling. "He must BURN!"
"Well, if he comes back, we'll get him. Oh yes, we will."
"Ugh, I can't believe he got away!" Bon-Bon cried. "I blame you guys! Had it not been for you, I could have ate him!"
"Don't blame us! It's not OUR fault that he just got away like that!"
"Then I say it's PUPPET'S fault! He let the guy into his room!" Ballora claimed, her finger now pointed at Puppet, who was eating the piece of toast.
"Huh?" Puppet sputtered, looking dejected. "M-me?"
"Yes, you. You let him in there."
"Oh, well...okay." Puppet stared at the ground in sadness. "I guess I'll take one for the team."
"That's what I thought." Foxy muttered.
"It's your turn to take the blame this time." Ballora agreed. "Next time, it'll be...Freddy."
"Yeah, it is! He's not around to stop us, anyhow!"
"Exactly! HA, HA, HA!"
"At least I didn't come out of this empty-handed." Puppet optimistically indicated. "I got some toast. That's a win in my book."
"Yeah, you got MY toast that he gave ME." Foxy reminded Puppet sourly, narrowing his eyes at the marionette. "You're welcome."
"Thank you, then." Puppet growled back, and he and Foxy went nose-to-mask, staring angrily at each other.
"Woah, guys. You're really close to each other..." Ballora commented warily.
"Hmph." Foxy stepped away. "So, I'm gonna go hang out in my room. I'll see you guys later."
"Seeya." Puppet muttered, leaving the room.
"Bye-bye!" Ballora added, waving before she left as well.
Foxy and Bon-Bon walked over into Foxy's room, and as they stood by the cove, Foxy looked down at the bunny hand-puppet.
"We've really got to question Puppet soon." Foxy mentioned in a low voice.
"You never told me what you were going to question him about." Bon-Bon responded.
"I'll tell you later. Don't worry. Also, we've got to find out how these people keep getting in here. What do you think?"
"No idea, he was just gone. And I could have had the chance to eat him."
"Yeah, sorry. Next time, I won't stop you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Thanks. I guess we should go and sleep or something now."
"Sounds like a plan."
Foxy went through the trapdoor to his back room, ready to cool off his anger with some much-needed relaxation...