"Foxy! I have a BONE to pick with you!"
"Ugh...what?"
Foxy slowly came awake on the spot where he was. He was sitting against a cold, hard wall, on something that felt like dirt. Unsure of what was going on, Foxy opened his eyes.
He was sitting against as a stone wall on a patch of dirt. Freddy was standing over him, holding a bone in his hand. Ballora, Puppet, and Bon-Bon were silently watching, with Ballora standing next to Foxy and Puppet and Bon-Bon standing in the murky water.
They were in a passage: a large sewer tunnel, with a massive amount of chicken bones settled around the area where Foxy was sitting. Large pipes, most with murky water pouring out of them, were set along the walls. The murky water was pouring down into the sewer tunnel's river of the same murky water, flowing along the entire tunnel. The tunnel was made entirely out of bricks, most of the area covered in moss that looked as if it had been there for ages. Bright lights illuminated the tunnel, and spiderwebs adorned some areas of the tunnel.
Foxy was sitting on a small stone flooring area right next to the sewer tunnels, which was mostly the same bricks except for some patches of dirt growing out of the bricks.
"Wait...we're..." Foxy stammered, and he looked up. Above him was a long hole, the same one he had fallen down, and he could see the kitchen lit up from down where he was. "Did that...did all of that seriously happen?" Foxy got to his feet, groaning. His entire body was still aching from the long fall, but he was otherwise unharmed.
"It did!" Freddy exclaimed. "You pushed us down here!"
"No I didn't! That...wasn't me. That was...something else. Something worse."
"Are you making up excuses now?" Ballora chimed in, staring at Foxy angrily. "We all remember. It was YOU that pushed us down here."
"Guys, don't worry. I'm back in control-"
"For now."
"DON'T YOU START. Get out of here, voice!"
"No!"
"LEAVE!" That finally got the voice to shut up. Foxy sighed, then turned to face his friends. "Alright, I got it away. It'll be back, but at least it won't annoy us right now. But I'm back in control, guys. Everything's fine."
"I don't trust him." Freddy stated suspiciously. "I don't believe him at all."
"I have his reset CD right here." Bon-Bon added, pulling out the reset CD.
Foxy let out a laugh. "Like that CD will do anything."
"Oh, it does something. It RESETS you to your default programming."
"I'm fine. I don't need it."
"I'll accept that for now. But one false move...and this reset cd is coming in."
"So you were lying about Garbage being down here?" Puppet asked anxiously.
"What are you going on about? That wasn't me, that was the voice. It was trying to trick you so it could push you down here. I don't know what she's planning, either. Yes, I'm calling it a she. I'm pretty sure at this point that it's a girl. I could be wrong, but that's what I believe."
"Well, look what you did. We're stuck down here with no exit. This is our new home now. We're going to have to get used to this disgusting water."
"Where am I gonna do my dancing?!" Ballora complained. "I can't dance on these...chicken bones."
"Good thing for us, I brought chicken." Freddy said, waving a piece of said chicken. "And I've got enough to last us a lifetime."
"Great. Now I know how Garbage feels." Foxy sighed, annoyed by this new development. "Also, how does that water feel?"
"Smelly." Puppet said simply.
"I can't feel." Bon-Bon answered.
"Let me try it." Foxy said, and he stepped down into the water. "Oh, god, it's kind of warm."
"It is?" Ballora wondered, and she too stepped down into it. "Oh, it is warm. And this...is very gross. I feel like somebody pissed in this water at some point."
"Hey, wait a minute! The garbage chute leads down to a...sewer?!"
"That makes no sense." Freddy grumbled.
"Agreed." Ballora groaned.
"So we've been throwing our trash down into a sewer system the whole time?" Puppet said.
"Oh no, that means we've been ruining the environment!" Freddy exclaimed, instantly getting upset by this new development. "How terrible!"
"You know, guys, I'm kind of shocked that you're not more surprised then you already are about me having my whole...freak-out thing before I fell down here," Foxy admit. "To think it tried to kill you using my body and you guys aren't very upset over this."
"Ah, well, I forgive you." Freddy replied earnestly.
"Well, we haven't got the time to berate you for this." Puppet explained. "We need to get out of this awful place first. THEN we can deal with you."
"The past's the past." Bon-Bon added, shrugging.
"It is not OKAY!" Ballora cried. "He shall answer for his discretion! We shall be swift, and we shall be fast, and he shall be JUDGED!"
"I didn't do this, though." Foxy denied, shaking his head. "To be fair, YOU GUYS were the ones who messed with my systems and gave the voice an opening to take control of me."
"They told me to! They're like: 'Oh, Bon-Bon, you should go get the CD', but I said: 'No, Bon-Bon, don't get the CD.' and then they said: "Oh, Ballora, you should mess with the buttons!' and I said: 'No, I'm not going to mess with the buttons!' and they replied: 'Yes, you're going to mess with the buttons!' and then ALL THIS HAPPENED!"
"You know, I think this is Puppet's fault for hitting you with the wrench." Freddy commented.
"Hey, it is NOT!" Puppet yelled.
"Hold on, I think I know how to fix this!" Foxy interrupted. "It might take a little time, but hold on." Foxy looked up at the hole above. "REGGIE! REGGIE!"
"I don't think Reggie can hear you." Ballora sighed. "The last I saw him, he was sleeping."
"Well, then YOU try to call him. He listens to you, after all."
Ballora looked up at the hole. "OH, REGGIE! REGGIE! Nope, nothing."
"We'll come back later. Maybe he'll realize that we're down here and bring a ladder. That would be awesome."
"Um, guys?" Bon-Bon cut in. The hand-puppet was standing about halfway down the sewer tunnel, staring at something on the right wall of the tunnel.
"What?" Everyone asked.
"What is this?"
Foxy and the others began wading through the murky sewer water to Bon-Bon.
"What is what?" Foxy asked as he reached Bon-Bon. "There's nothing down here. Just a sewer, gross water, spiderwebs, and a door. Wait, a door?"
That was indeed what Bon-Bon was staring at: a white door imbedded into the wall, with a button next to it to open the door. There was a sign above it that read:
Maintenance Offices
"A door?! Wow!" Foxy waded through the water and over to the door. "Oh, this HAS to be a way out! Let's see what's inside."
Foxy pressed the button, and the door swung open. Everyone trooped inside the room.
The room was entirely made out of faded iron. It had no decoration besides a few sinks and a tiny janitor's closet. A single, feeble lightbulb was the only thing illuminating the room.
"This is a weird maintenance office." Foxy muttered, observing the room.
"So claustrophobic..." Freddy complained.
"Ooooh, free stuff!" Puppet exclaimed, and opened up the janitor's closet and began rummaging around inside of it. "Hey, there's a book in here!" Puppet pulled the book out of the closet and closed it behind him. "It says it's a journal owned by somebody named...Gar-bage."
"Gar-bage? Who's that?" Freddy wondered.
"Let's find out. Read it, Puppet." Foxy added.
"Okay, let's see here..." Puppet mumbled, and he opened the book up and began to read.
Day 1
Well, it's just my luck, isn't it? Today I was supposed to just being doing a shift as a guard for a new pizza place. But then the animatronics pushed me down here, down into the measly garbage chute. And, even worse. There's no food down here.
What I would give for something to eat.
"Oh my god, the suspense!" Freddy shouted excitedly.
"Calm down, Freddy." Ballora hushed.
"Well, it is a good story so far." Foxy admit. "Puppet, go on."
"Okay, I will." Puppet agreed. "Strange. After Day 1, it starts being written in...crayon?"
Day 9
Another day down in the sewer. I've been drinking the sewer water to stay hydrated, but there's still no food, and I'm beginning to feel starvation hit.
Besides that, I also lost my pencil. I think a rat took it. But I seem to have found a new way to 'color in the lines', I guess.
"Yay! Happy ending!" Freddy cheered.
Day 11
At last, starvation will not get me. The animatronics finally started to throw down some food for me! Salvation!
It's chicken. It's just chicken.
Oh, what a world I live in.
"Wait a second, this guy sounds pretty familiar." Ballora acknowledged suspiciously.
"And, by the way this is structured, it seems that he lost track of the days pretty quickly after he fell down here." Foxy noted.
Day 19
Another daily breakfast of chicken. But, this time, they threw down it with less seasoning then before.
Things are not looking too good for me. I'd better find an exit to this place, or I may be done for.
"Well, Garbage asked for something new, and we gave it to him!" Foxy mentioned.
"He should be thankful." Freddy griped.
"Wait, Garbage? This book is by Garbage?" Ballora gasped.
"Yeah, no duh!" Foxy said.
"Oooooh, I see. Anyways, continue, Puppet."
"Hmm, there seems to be a few pages ripped out here." Puppet pointed out. "But, it continues on."
Day 30
Maybe my luck finally is turning around. Now they're starting to throw down an assorted mix of items. Some of it's edible, some of it isn't.
At least it's not chicken again. I was getting sick of the chicken.
"Okay, maybe it was a bad idea for us to throw down all that stuff we didn't need." Puppet decided.
"Well, this is the garbage chute." Foxy reasoned. "What do you think we'd do with all of our trash? Leave it lying around?"
"Good point. Anyway, moving on..."
Day 55
Today the animatronics threw me down some candy. Pretty nice of them to do that.
My birthday just passed, anyway, so I guess I can count this as my birthday present.
Too bad I can't have it with my family.
"Aww, he didn't tell us it was his birthday!" said Foxy. "I could have gotten him something nice. Like chicken."
Day 56
I got a stomach-ache from all the candy they threw down.
Can't decide whether this or near-starvation was worse.
"See, that's why we give him chicken." Freddy commented. "Much healthier."
"And he doesn't get cavities eating it, either!" Ballora added happily. "Ooooh! Maybe next time, we can bring in a dentist to check his teeth! You know, just in case!"
"We're going to have to find him first."
"True."
"Aww, wait. This is the final page." Puppet said sadly.
Day 96
I seem to have found a continuation to this entire sewer system. All hope is not lost yet.
I'm going to follow it and see where it goes. Hopefully, they don't come after me.
Maybe I can finally get out of here.
Freddy gasped and then grinned. "You know what we should do? We should go after him!"
"That's a brilliant idea!" Ballora agreed excitedly.
"Let's go and find him right now! He has to be further down the sewer system!" Foxy guessed, and he and the others ran out of the room and back into the sewer tunnel. "Wait, one more thing. Puppet, are there any more pages?"
"No, it stops at Day 96." Puppet answered.
"Okay, then let's get going. We've got a lot of wading to do."
They started down the sewer tunnel, wading through the murky water as they did so (or in the case of Bon-Bon, swam). Eventually, they got to a diverging path: there was a tunnel leading to the left, and another that kept going forward. Foxy made to go down the left tunnel.
"Wait, why are we turning here?" Freddy asked. "Shouldn't we go straight?"
"No, I think we should go left." Foxy replied. "Come on, guys."
"But I kind of want to go straight..." Ballora whined.
"Guys, let's follow Foxy." Puppet decided. "It's like those movies down here. If we get separated, we'll get lost."
"Fine." Freddy sighed, and he followed Foxy instead.
The left sewer tunnel went straight for little, then diverged to the left again. Foxy kept following it, and turned to the left again. This tunnel was a dead end, but Foxy could see something up ahead. Somebody was over by the wall at then end of the tunnel, which looked as if it had been clawed through quite a bit, due to the slight indentation and the inclusion of wiring and dirt poking out from various places. There were also more chicken bones surrounding it.
"Guys!" Foxy exclaimed. "I think I found him."
"Wait, really?" Ballora gasped, and she took looked down the tunnel. "Oh, there he is!"
They waded through the water as fast as they could, until they finally got to the person. Sure enough, it was Garbage.
"Garbage!" Foxy and Freddy shouted in greeting.
Garbage screamed and whipped around wildly. The security guard looked different from the last time they saw him: his suit was beaten-up and damp, his face was flecked with dirt, and he seemed generally disheveled.
"What are you guys doing here?!" He yelped, shocked to see the animatronics there with him.
"We came to say hi!" Foxy lied. "I totally didn't push them all down here while I was being controlled by the voice!"
"Actually, that's exactly what he did." Ballora cut in.
"Are you guys here to help me get out?" Garbage asked. "I found a dead end over here, but I've been trying to claw at it for the past few days."
"Oh no. We're TRAPPED!" Freddy interrupted, and he whimpered loudly.
"Hey, Freddy, do you still want to give him some chicken?" Foxy asked.
Freddy stopped whining. "Oh, yeah. Here you go, Garbage!" He tossed a piece of chicken into Garbage's hands, who looked very reluctant about it, but said nothing and instead ate the chicken quickly. Clearly the guard had been very hungry.
"You haven't been answering us for a while now, Garbage. We've been really upset."
"Well, I've just been digging here. I'm sorry." Garbage apologized.
"Aw, it's okay. We forgive you."
"The thing is, I don't really forgive you. I still kind of want to go and see my family."
"Oh, they won't need you anymore. They know you're gone. They said bye, nice knowing you, you're a terrible person."
"But...I'm not a terrible person, you are!"
"That's not what the letter said. Yeah, the letter. We sent a letter back home to your family so they wouldn't want you back. Freddy wrote it. By the way, Freddy, what did you write on it? Whatever it said, it really seemed to make them upset."
"Oh, that's easy." Freddy answered calmly. "I just said that he had a new family now and never wants to see them again."
"You WHAT?!" Garbage shrieked.
"That's what you said? Gee, that explains the reaction." Foxy said. "They literally wrote that they hated him and spat on the paper, too."
"Well, what am I supposed to say?" Freddy groaned. "He chose US over THEM."
"I can't believe this." Garbage grumbled, hiding his face in his hands. "When I get out of here, I'm going to sort all of this out."
"You can leave! Just let me be inside of you..."
"No, voice! Go away!" Foxy yelled, and the voice went silent again.
"He's malfunctioning again!" Freddy concluded hastily. "Where's the wrench?!"
"I still have my bat!" Puppet added.
"No, guys, I'm fine! I'm back in control!" Foxy explained.
"Come here, Foxy! Batter up!"
Suddenly, crackling could be heard from inside Foxy's wires. Foxy, knowing was what going on, quickly knew he needed to stop it.
"Guys, hold on!" Foxy shushed them, and then he retreated into his mindscape to force back the voice. Meanwhile, the others could hear more crackling coming from the wires.
"Oh no, he's doing it again!" Ballora freaked.
Suddenly, the crackling stopped, and Foxy looked back up at the others. He had forced the voice back, and now he was in full control for SURE.
"Okay, guys, I think I'm fully back now." Foxy told them, nodding. "You won't have to worry about her...it...whatever it is."
"I don't believe you!" Ballora huffed.
"Ballora, try this." Bon-Bon said, and he put Foxy's reset CD in Ballora's hands.
"What is this, the CD? It's not going to work!"
"No, I don't think I need it!" Foxy denied. "I'm fine, perfectly fine."
"Then we should keep smacking him!" Puppet concluded, waving his bat.
"I agree!" Freddy shouted, and before Foxy could react, Freddy smacked him across the face. Foxy yelped in pain and kneeled down, waiting for the ringing in his ears to stop before he replied.
"Freddy, don't do that!" Foxy groaned. "It might make it worse-"
More crackling sounded, and the voice could be heard.
"Don't touch me again."
More crackling, then Foxy pushed the voice away and silenced it.
Freddy, looking scared, retreated back a few steps and whined loudly.
"Okay, guys, I'm back for reals this time." Foxy assured them, then looked over at Garbage, who was eyeing Foxy with anxiousness. "Hey, Garbage."
"Uh, what was that?" Garbage asked.
"Don't worry, it's fine. It's not like the voice inside my head wants to take your skin and walk out looking like a human. Nope, not at all."
"Wait, but isn't it exactly like that?" Freddy asked worriedly. "Didn't that weird thing say something about choosing between Garbage and Reggie?"
"No...uh, definitely not. Can't be."
"Oh, well, if you say so."
"So, how are we gonna get out of here?"
"I think we should just learn to live in this place." Puppet offered. "Maybe we should learn to deal with the gross water and also try to sing some songs."
Freddy gasped. "Wait, I have an idea!" He chimed in. "Alright, stay with me on this one. What if...we get a big trampoline, put it under the hole, and then we JUMP out of here? Good idea, right?"
Everyone muttered for a moment.
"So, that does sound like a brilliant idea." Foxy admit, though he saw the problems with it.
"Uh-huh." Freddy said, nodding.
"Just one problem."
"What?"
"Where are we gonna get the trampoline?"
"Ah, darn it! Forgot about that part."
"We could ask Garbage! Maybe he has one!" Puppet theorized.
"Oh, good idea! Hey, Garbage!"
"Yo."
"Do you have a trampoline on you?"
"No, sorry. Left mine at home."
"Ah, man. Well, I'm out of ideas."
"Hey, wait! I know what we can do!" Foxy exclaimed, because right then he had an idea. "We can take Garbage's skin, stretch it out, and use THAT to bounce out of here!"
"Genius!" Freddy cheered.
"That's an amazing idea!" Ballora agreed. "Hey, Garbage, do you mind if we borrow your skin?"
"Yes, unfortunately." Garbage said, looking unhappy with the idea. "I'm gonna have to veto that one."
"Ah, darn it."
"Yeah, sorry."
"Well, what else can we do?"
"I have another idea!" Freddy cut in, and he took out a piece of chicken. "What if we stack all of these chickens on top of each other and use THAT as a ladder?"
Foxy shook his head and turned to look at Garbage. "Garbage, you already tried that, didn't you?"
"Yeah, of course." Garbage confirmed.
"Didn't work, did it?"
"Nope, didn't have enough chicken. Too tiny to use."
"Aww, well I'm fresh out of ideas now." Freddy sighed sadly.
"Yep, me too." Puppet added. "What about you, Ballora?"
"I actually kind of want to stay here!" Ballora giggled. "I can make a ton of potty tea with all of this water!"
"No, no, please no." Foxy whimpered, already remembering the taste of the potty tea too well. He didn't like it, that was for sure.
"We could try getting on top of each other." Bon-Bon suggested. "Freddy goes over to the hole, and Puppet stands on Freddy's shoulders, and Ballora stands on Puppet's shoulders, and Foxy on Ballora's shoulders, and I on Foxy's shoulders. Maybe that way, we can get out."
Everyone seemed a little reluctant at this idea, but Foxy thought it to be the most plausible idea yet.
"To be honest, that's probably the best idea we've got at this rate." Foxy acknowledged. "Let's go back to the hole. Garbage, are you coming?"
Garbage, although hesitant, nodded.
"Yeah, okay. I'll follow along." He agreed. "Just got to pick up my chicken bones."
"Okay, we'll meet you over there. Let's go, guys."
They started back through the tunnel, wading through the murky water as they headed for the hole.
After some time, Foxy and the others emerged into the first sewer tunnel. Then Foxy stopped suddenly, his mouth agape at what he saw over by the hole.
"Woah!" He screamed.
"What? What is it?!" Ballora gasped, coming over to him.
"Guys, you've got to see this."
Everybody else looked and saw the it too, and they all gasped.
"Is that...a ladder?" Freddy stuttered.
Indeed it was. A rope ladder was hanging down from the hole above, seemingly waiting for the animatronics.
"How did it get here?" Ballora wondered. "This seems so magical to me."
"Maybe Reggie heard us and dropped it down!" Foxy said.
"Oh, really? Let's check!"
They waded through the water and onto the stone flooring area, where Ballora went over to hole above and cupped her hands around her mouth to scream up.
"REGGIE! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" She screamed.
"Is that you, darling?!" They could hear Reggie exclaim at the top of the hole. "Are you down there?! Is everyone else with you?!"
"Yeah, we are!" Foxy yelled up.
"What?! Why are you all down there? What on earth could you be doing?!"
"Long story short, I kind of had a freak-out, and..."
"He tried to hurt everybody!" Puppet interrupted.
"No, that's not true! Everyone's fine, nobody's hurt."
"I'm so happy that you heard my voice, Reggie!" Ballora cheered.
"Um, actually, I didn't. I wanted some tea and biscuits, so I came here to the kitchen. But when I arrived, I heard a lot of commotion down where you are, so I decided to throw down a ladder, just in case anybody down there needed to get out."
"Hey, who's that?" Garbage asked, looking up at the hole above in amazement.
Foxy screamed; the fox hadn't noticed Garbage there. "Woah, how'd you get there?"
"I told you, I was following right behind you!"
"Oh, that's right. And to answer your question, that person you're hearing is Reginald."
"My Reggie!" Ballora amended cheerfully.
"Yes, HER Reggie. He's a human, like you, and he's also Ballora's pet."
"Two humans now? Didn't realize that." Freddy gasped in amazement.
"Don't touch Reggie, ever." Ballora warned Freddy.
"Aww..."
Meanwhile, Garbage's eyes had widened, and he was muttering under his breath. When Foxy heard the word 'escape', he perked up.
"What was that?" Foxy inquired.
"Uh, nothing! Nothing." Garbage yelped, shaking his head.
"Okay then...anyway, it's time we get out of here. Who first?"
"ME!" Ballora said, and she went up the ladder. "Reggie, I'm coming!"
"I'll go second!" Bon-Bon announced, and he too went up.
"I'll go third, just to make sure you won't leave us down here again." Freddy grunted, and he went up the ladder as well.
"I guess I'm going next." Foxy murmured, and he started up the ladder himself. Up, up, up he went, until he finally reached the top. He poked his head out into the bright kitchen, and could see Ballora, Reggie, Bon-Bon, and Freddy waiting for him. Foxy tried to push himself out, but was having a little difficulty. "Urrgh! Somebody help me!"
"Here, I'll pull you!" Ballora yelled, and she grabbed Foxy's hand. "Ready? One, two, THREE!"
She tugged as hard as she could, and Foxy finally managed to hoist himself out of the hole. He panted heavily as he got to his feet, then breathed a huge sigh of relief. Finally, he was back on the surface, safe and sound. Everything could go back to normal.
Puppet then came up the ladder and hoisted himself up into the kitchen as well. Foxy also noticed that Puppet was holding the rope ladder; Puppet had rolled it up and taken it away so Garbage wouldn't be able to escape.
"Oh, hey!" Ballora voiced. "We left Garbage down there!"
"You guys just left me behind!" Garbage hollered. "I wanted to come up, too!"
"Nah, we couldn't." Freddy refused. "You're already in the garbage chute. That's your home, isn't it?"
"NO! You guys came down to rescue me, didn't you?!"
"Um...no." Ballora said.
"OH HEY, LOOK AT THE TIME!" Foxy shouted loudly, trying to end their conversation with Garbage. "SORRY GOTTA GO BYE!" Foxy slammed the chute door shut, blocking out Garbage's voice. Then he turned to the others and noticed Reggie there, and decided to say hello. "Hey, Reggie!"
"Hello!" Reggie greeted, smiling. "How are you all doing today?"
"BAD!" Freddy grouched in a childlike manner.
"Oh, really? Why is that?"
"F-Foxy betrayed us and pushed us down the chute!"
"No, I didn't!" Foxy denied. Foxy still wanted to resolve the situation and stop everybody from being upset at him for something he didn't do. "You guys messed with my wires and buttons and gave the voice an opening to take control of me! You should have known something was going to happen!"
"It's really not nice to keep secrets, Foxy." Puppet sighed. "Come on."
"Oh, I'M keeping secrets?!" Foxy blared, running over to Puppet and getting in his face. "What about YOU?!"
"Uh, what about me?"
"You know."
"...alright, I have something to confess."
"See, guys? Here it is! He's finally going to tell us the truth about the purple people, weird name people, AND his plans-"
"I don't know how to play the banjo." Puppet pulled out his banjo.
Ballora and Freddy gasped in surprise, Foxy groaned loudly. Of COURSE Puppet wasn't going to unveil his secrets just like that. Foxy knew he should have seen this coming a mile away.
"I have something to confess, too!" Bon-Bon shouted, raising his hand. "I bought an action figure with Foxy's money."
"WHAT?!" Foxy exclaimed. "Bon-Bon, what the hell?! That was supposed to be saved for 'Christmas' presents! Ever since Ballora told us about Christmas said we should save up money, I've been saving up for this holiday I know nothing about!"
Ballora gasped, this time in happiness. "You believe me?"
"Well...if I get a present, then sure."
"That's not really the point of Christmas, but we'll talk about it another day. November isn't really an appropriate month to discuss Christmas."
"Okay."
"Good! Well, isn't this nice? We're all back together again, and this time on the surface!" Ballora sniffed herself. "And, unfortunately, we still smell like that disgusting water. Eww. And Garbage is still trapped down in the chute! What a great move on our part."
"We should still bring Garbage up here one day." Foxy cited. "When that time comes, he and Reggie can be best friends."
"Let's ask him ourselves! Reggie, do you want to meet Garbage one day?"
"Um...that would be lovely." Reggie agreed. "I wouldn't mind seeing another human person. I really haven't seen any other humans for a while, so yes, it'd be nice."
"Hey, why does Reggie sound so...interesting?" Freddy asked confusedly, apparently not having heard a British accent before.
"Because he's from England!" Ballora answered.
"Where?"
"England." Foxy repeated. "Or, in more accurate terms, the United Kingdom. He's British."
"Oooooh."
"That reminds me." Bon-Bon spoke up. "Freddy, have you seen Gregory?"
"Nope. He's gone, I guess. Don't really know, 'cause I haven't seen him in so long."
"Then he must be with Baby." Foxy guessed. "Yeah, that must be where Baby's been. Playing with Gregory WITHOUT you, Bon-Bon."
"What?!" Bon-Bon gasped. "How dare she!" He rushed out of the room at once.
"Aww, you made him leave." Freddy whined.
"There he goes." Foxy confirmed.
"Probably gonna go cry in a corner again." Ballora added, annoyed.
"I'll go check on him."
"Hey, wait. All of my chicken's soggy." Freddy noted. "Better throw it down the Garbage chute."
As Foxy left the kitchen, he could already hear Garbage complaining about being fed more chicken. Foxy then went over to Bon-Bon, who was stalking around the main room and muttering things."
"There you are, Bon-Bon." Foxy said. "Come on, let's go back to the kitchen."
"Fine." Bon-Bon agreed. "I just can't believe Baby would dare play with Gregory without me."
"It's okay."
Foxy and Bon-Bon re-entered the kitchen, where Foxy could see Freddy throwing chicken down to Garbage and Ballora and Puppet looking on at Freddy.
"So, I've decided." Foxy told them. "We won't be talking about my situation...until later." Foxy chuckled uneasily. "Yeah, we'll just leave this entire mess alone for now."
"Um, no. We're definitely going to talk about it." Ballora insisted suspiciously.
"NOPE!"
"No? Oh, okay."
"Yes, not right. We'll talk about it another day...maybe on the same day that we talk about PUPPET'S situation."
"I've never tried to hurt someone, though..." Puppet reasoned. "You tossed us down the garbage chute."
"It was a twisted game! Not done by me, though, but done by the voice-" Freddy was suddenly peeking at Foxy closer than before, looking at Foxy weirdly. "-that's creepy."
"What?" Freddy stuttered.
"Hi, Freddy."
"Oh, hi. I was just listening to you. Hanging out. General stuff. Also, did you say something about games? I want to play a game."
"Oh, uh, yes! The other voice was just playing a game where...she tried to see if you could bounce! Yeah, definitely!"
"Yes, totally just a weird game. Definitely not because I had a big plan for power and was trying to take all of your parts. Hee, hee, hee."
"Ah, well, why didn't you just say so?" Freddy said, grinning.
"Yes, that was all." Foxy pressed. "Just...don't trust my other voice. Don't touch my buttons again. Okay?"
"Oh, so we're not supposed to press this button, right here?" Freddy asked, and he tapped Foxy's snout. One of the faceplates sprang open, and there were buttons on the underside of the faceplate. Then Freddy reached out to press one of the buttons.
"No, wait! Don't press that-" Foxy warned, but Freddy pressed the button, and Foxy's systems gave a loud whirring sound. Then Foxy's voice changed to that of an announcer, and Foxy was forced to say words he hadn't wanted to say. "-What's up, everyone? How are you all doing today?!"
"Oops, I think you just pressed his default intro button." Ballora explained.
"We're going to need the wrench again." Bon-Bon added.
"No, not that! Just press the same button again, and it'll be back to normal!" Foxy told them, now having control over his voice again, even though he still sounded like an announcer. Freddy hit the button a second time, and Foxy's voice changed to something that sounded like what somebody would hear if a sea monster could talk. Once again, Foxy was forced to say his intro lines. "What's up, everyone? How are you all doing today?!"
"That sounds right, doesn't it?" Freddy asked the others.
"No, it doesn't! Hit it again!" Ballora ordered.
Freddy hit the button a third time, and Foxy gasped for breath as his normal voice came back to him.
"There we go." He sighed. "Phew, that was close."
"In my defense...you should have told me not to press your buttons." Freddy defended, shrugging.
"I just did! Hold on, let me close this." Foxy reached up to his snout and snapped the faceplate there back into normal position. "Okay, it's closed. You guys can't press those buttons anymore- stop looking at me like that!"
Puppet had been staring at Foxy.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Puppet apologized, then squinted. "Wait, no. I'm not. In fact, I'm not sorry and I'm not thankful. I'm...neutral."
Foxy facepalmed, then turned to Bon-Bon. "Come on, Bon-Bon. Let's go back to my room and forget about them." Foxy made to leave, but Bon-Bon did not follow.
"Actually, I somewhat distrust you after what just happened." Bon-Bon acknowledged, looking at Foxy with reluctant stare. Foxy, feeling crushed by this, stopped short of leaving.
"Come on, Bon-Bon! Please?" Foxy begged. "I didn't do anything! I'm so sorry I let the voice take me over!"
"Sorry, Foxy..."
"Well, if you're leaving him, then you've got to find a new place." Puppet pointed out mockingly. "Looks like you're homeless now."
"Uh, I think I know where I'll go. Puppet...I can't believe I'm saying this, but...can I stay with you for a while?"
"NO." Puppet refused automatically. "You have a place right in here: the oven."
"I'm not going back to the oven! Please just let me stay..."
Puppet didn't say a single word. Then he sighed. "Fine, you can stay. But for one night only."
"That's fine with me."
Foxy growled under his breath. Now this was happening?
"Fine, then! You know what?!" Foxy howled, anger taking him over. "I see how it is! You guys don't trust me, and you don't want me here. Well, guess what? I CAN TAKE A HINT! I'm not wanted, so I'll go. GOODBYE."
Foxy stormed out of the kitchen, ignoring the cries of goodbye from Freddy and Ballora, and went across the main room and into his room. He threw open his cove curtains, went into the cove, closed the curtains behind him, went down the trapdoor and through the small passageway, and ended up back in his back room. He sat down on his uncomfortable chest of drawers, silently thinking about everything while also steaming in his own anger.
Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong in a single night. He got broken down for no reason. His friends messed with his wires and caused him to be taken over by the voice. Then, while Foxy was out cold, the voice had thrown everybody down into the garbage chute. Then Foxy woke back up, fought the voice for control, and won, but then fell down as well. Then he woke up hours later, helped everybody explore the sewers, find Garbage, and then come back and be rescued by Reggie.
Thanks to all of that, not only were all of his friends distrustful of him until further notice, but now his own roommate and friend had left him to live in an entirely different place.
And Foxy hadn't even done anything bad the whole time. This whole thing, this whole accident, had been the fault of the voice, but his friends were still blaming him for it. The injustice of it all made Foxy aggravated beyond belief. Why was it HIS fault? Why didn't they believe that he wouldn't let this happen again? Foxy knew he was never going to follow along with the voice's plans ever again. In fact, now he was ready to stop any more plans that the voice would come up with.
Foxy, instead of saying all these things aloud, just sighed. It might be a little unjust, but Foxy was just glad everything had turned out okay in the end.
Suddenly, the voice spoke.
"Clever. Very clever. Looks like you weren't so weak after all. You awoke just in time, fought me back, and stopped me. CONGRATULATIONS, Foxy."
"Shut up." Foxy muttered.
"You may think you've won...but you're far from it. You may have stopped this plan, but it's not over. Your actions have set me back a long way...but I'm not done yet. Everything you did only delayed the inevitable. Soon enough, I will get what is rightfully mine."
"Well, you're not getting my help anymore. I refuse to follow along with any of your stupid plans ever again."
"Ha! I don't need you. I can make a new, better plan all by myself. Just you wait and see. My plan will come to fruition. HAHAHAHA!"
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
"Yes, of course! Why wouldn't I? After all, I'm going to be constructing the details of my next plan."
"I won't let you!"
"You have no say in any of this. We're always going to be here, together...for a long, long, long time."
"Hmmph, just watch me. I can stop you a million times if needed."
"Or so you think. Anyway, I've got my own things to do, so I'm going to retreat into the corners of your mind now. Goodbye, Foxy. I'll see you again tomorrow."
The voice stopped speaking, and Foxy knew she was gone. But he didn't want to care about that right now, he was too tired. Instead, he deactivated himself, thinking some rest would make him feel better...
And this two-part chapter is done! Hooray!
But the story doesn't end there, why would it? It'll continue on further, in the next chapter.
Until then, seeya!