AN: Howdy everyone. For this story, I wanted to warn some people of its content. After a bit of inspiration from 'American History X' I wanted to make a story about characters that lived rough lives, and because of it weren't always the best people. The story will contain gang violence, racism, Nazism, and the usual slew of murder that comes with FNAF stories. With that out of the way, you now know what to expect.
It was a cold night in the slums of the city of Cawthon. My hoodie did its best to keep me warm as I stood at the railing of my apartment's balcony. It had only been a week since That Night. I instinctively grazed my fingers over the pistol I had tucked into my waistband as I remembered the events. I didn't regret any of it. Not at this point in time. And neither did anyone else. Everyone knew the rules of the street, and they broke 'em.
My name is Curtis Wayne Bryant. My whole life, I've had it pretty rough. Not only did I live in what was essentially SlumVille, but I was one of the poor folks. Never knew my mother, and Dad died by the hand of some fuckin' thug. I was on my own before I finished high school. Even after I finished, I was still only seventeen. Yeah, I'm young, but I sure as hell ain't some kid. To make money, I worked occasionally at my buddy Donovan's auto-shop.
Looking down over the railing, I saw my best friend, and my most unlikely friend, Jett McAllister. To give you an idea on why our friendship is unlikely, I was half Jewish on my mother's side apparently. Jett's family, however, were the resident Neo-Nazis. We had been friends all throughout school, so when he found out I was half Jewish, he said my father's white genes cancelled out the Jewish ones, and that's why I was an okay friend to have. Thanks Jett, you dick.
After waving to him, I headed down to meet him. Now, aside from the Jewish thing, Jett was quite different from me. He had a blonde buzz-cut with bright blue eyes. I had long, curly black hair and hazel eyes as well as a small amount of facial hair. One thing we had in common was our height, the both of us being six-foot one exactly.
"'Sup, man." Jett said, high-fiving me.
"'Sup. How are you not cold, dude?"
Jett was wearing a pair of suspenders with a plain white tank top, yet he looked like he was less cold than I was.
"I'm not a little bitch. That's how." he answered in the most Jett way possible.
"Whatever."
We walked down the street to hang out near the nicer part of the city, considering you were less likely to be shot there. It was full of pretentious douchebags though. They usually didn't like when the poor people came into their neighborhood, but they were too scared to fight us most of the time. Being practically raised by the streets made people tough. And because of it, it was hard to find someone who could challenge me or my friends. I was a better fighter than Jett, but Jett was much more aggressive than ol' Curtis here. If we were in a fight, it was usually because he started it. Thanks Jett, you dick.
As we walked, we passed by that new kid's birthday place Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria. It had been open for just a single day, so they were asking for some employees. Jett once suggested working there, but I wasn't about to work for a place where you're forced to be nice to soccer-moms and snot nosed brats. However, I wasn't opposed to checking the place out. After all, it had an arcade in it. Plus, I knew a guy who worked there who could get us free drinks.
But that would wait until tomorrow. Right now, I had friends that were waiting on us. We arrived at the park in the town, and found where our friends were. The same ones that were there during That Night. First, there was Dexter. He was a kinda lanky guy, but he was damn good at kicking people's asses. He was pretty rambunctious too. Next was the short dude of the group, Larry, who stood at five-foot six. He was chill. That's about the extent of his personality. Of course, we had the token female of the group, Diane. She was pretty quiet, and could be a cunt sometimes, but she was good to her friends. She was actually the rich one of the group, being upper middle-class.
"Yo, Curt! How's it hangin'?" Dexter asked.
"I'm alright I guess. Just thinkin' about life." I said jokingly.
"Don't tell me that corny bullshit, man. I'm bein' for real."
"All right, all right. I'm okay. That's about it."
We just talked for the next few hours, Dexter going through a pack of those cancer-sticks. It was pretty uneventful, but it was what we did. When you didn't make a lot of money, hanging out and talking was about the extent of what we could legally do. And we were trying to lay somewhat low at the moment. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was about midnight, so I said my goodbyes to my friends, followed by Jett.
We made it to our block and went our separate ways from there. I was ready to get some rest if I could before I checked out that Freddy's place. I had invited my other friends, but they would be busy working, except for Jett, who would be joining me. At least I wouldn't be alone. I just hoped he covered up the swastika tattoo on his chest. Yeah, he had one of those. And yes, he liked to show it off and get us kicked out of places.
'Thanks Jett, you dick.' I thought to myself with a laugh before entering my apartment and falling asleep in my warm bed.
I woke up at about 5:30 and got ready for the day. I didn't need any money right now, considering bills were payed and I still had plenty extra, so I didn't need to go to Donovan's. After cleaning myself up a bit, I put on my hoodie and headed out the door to be greeted by Jett, who wore a shirt that hid his tattoo.
"You're up early, Jett." I stated.
"'Cuz you seemed so excited yesterday to meet the new animal robots." he said, mocking me.
"Whatever. I know that you just wanted to get food that's better than your mom's casserole, whatever the hell that is."
"Yeah, you're right. Aight, let's roll."
It didn't take long for us to reach the restaurant/arcade place, and we weren't shot while walking past our block. So that was good. Seeing the building, I couldn't help but feel like it was out of place. It was a clean, bright, cheerful place right on the edge of the slums, making it stick out.
There weren't really that many people there, so I assumed that because it was the morning of a work day, it probably would stay pretty clear. Good. Less little brats rubbing grease on everything. I went to open the door, and was greeted by the sounds of a few arcade machines, as well as an animatronic band up on stage that followed us with their eyes as we walked. Now, that would be neat if it wasn't so fucking creepy.
"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria! I hope you have a nice stay with the new and improved Toy Fazbear crew!" a portly man in a suit said as we entered.
"Uh... Yeah, cool, thanks. Who might you be?" I asked. I knew he was probably the owner, but I had to be sure.
He gave a hearty laugh as he stuck his hand out to shake, which I did.
"A nice, firm handshake! I like you already, kid! But I'm the owner of this establishment. You can call me Mr. Fazbear."
Called it.
"Alright then, 'Mr. Fazbear', I'll try to stay outta trouble for ya."
"Please do. And be sure to have fun! Tell your friends!"
No thanks. After having that little awkward talk, I went to the counter where you trade money for arcade tokens and got twenty bucks worth for myself. I wasn't 'bout to buy Jett some arcade tokens. He's a grown-ass man who can buy his own. I headed to one of the arcade games that was one of those shooters with the gun controller and was ready to blast some in-game baddies with Jett when the band stopped playing.
I thought nothing of it until I heard a high-pitched male voice behind me.
"Hey there pals! How are you this fine morning?"
I turned around to ask what dildo was bothering me when my heart nearly stopped.
It was one of those fuckin' robots. The blue rabbit to be precise. It was wearing some kind of dress slacks and an ugly red bow tie that was supposed to make them look friendly or something.
"Uhhh... Hey?..." Jett said, also looking like he was going to dart any second.
"What are your names? I'm Bonnie the Bunny! The band's guitarist." it said. I wasn't sure if it was a boy or not yet.
I didn't want to answer it. It's green eyes were just so intense. Fortunately, Jett answered for me.
"I'm Bob and that's Tina. Alright, you can go do bunny stuff now." Jett joked, expecting pre-programmed responses.
"Cool names!"
Yep, just as we suspected-
"Tina is a pretty unusual name for a boy. Not that that's a bad thing!" it said with a big smile.
Holy shit. It could talk. For real.
Jett and I looked at each other, giving the same look that said 'Are you seeing this shit?'
"So, what are you two doing? Playin' games? I love games!"
"I'll bet you do..." I said, creeped the hell out.
"Yep! How about we play a game together?"
Oh hell the fuck no. This was some serial killer soundin' shit. Or at least that's how I saw it in my nervous state.
"What kinda game?"
Jett... I fucking swear to God...
"How about hide and seek? Or tag? Those are my favorites!"
"Well, I just wanted to play this arcade game, so..." I said, trying to give a hint that I wanted it gone.
"Can I play with you then?"
"Sorry, we were gonna play it... together."
"Then I'll just watch."
Motherfucker.
"Bonnie, leave those poor fellas alone! Can't you see you're bothering them?" a much deeper voice said.
I turned around to see the brown bear robot-thing standing with his hands/paws/what-the-fuck-ever on his hips. It was obviously male in design, and was a bit portly. Kinda like 'Mr. FazFuck' or whatever.
"But Freddy! I haven't had the chance to make new friends yet! Not many people came yesterday and-"
"No buts Bonnie. See? There's another group coming through the doors. I'm sure they'd be glad if you gave them a big ol' Fazbear welcome!" the bear Freddy said, watching as the rabbit looked back at us, then smiled and headed to greet the family.
The bear smiled as he watched Bonnie excitedly rush toward the newcomers. Then, he turned to us and spoke, once again creeping us out.
"Sorry about Bonnie there. He's been so excited to finally meet some new friends." Freddy said.
So it seemed that the rabbit was a boy. What a twink.
"Yeah, it's no big deal. Well, thanks for having us. Good to see you, man." Jett said to the bear robot.
"The pleasure is mine. I overheard that your names were Bob and Tina? Now why'd you have to lie to Bonnie like that?" the bear half-demanded.
"I thought it would be funny to call Curtis here a girl's name. That's all." Jett answered, a little bit more nervous.
"Well alright then. Have a Faztastic day!" the bear said cheerfully before heading off to greet the steadily increasing flow of visitors.
I turned to Jett and mouthed what we were both thinking.
'What the fuck?'
We stood around for a moment before we just decided to play the game that we were distracted from. We already had our shitload of tokens, so we might as well use them. After a while of adding the first high scores on the new arcade cabinets, being immature, we put our high score names as stuff like 'DIK', 'FUK', and 'FAG'. To us, it was comedy gold as long as nobody saw it was us, though we doubted many of the employees cared, considering they already looked completely dead inside.
After nearly an hour on games, we still had too many tokens to just waste. I guess we were just good at video games. Especially shooters. We had played enough to where we got bored, so we decided to see what else there was here. We passed by some empty party rooms and a weird room with a giant present in it with shitty toys surrounding it on shelves. If I were still a kid, I would've shoplifted the fuck out of those crummy toys, but now they didn't interest me. Maybe I could sell those little plush things though?
We just moved past the room until we came across a room that had a sign that read 'Kid's cove!' in eye melting colors. Hearing someone humming a catchy tune, we went inside to check it out, looking around the room until our eyes settled on a fox animatronic with its back to us rifling through a box full of pirate-themed toys. The pirate theme matched its outfit, which consisted of a captain's hat and coat.
We were ready to dart and not get caught up with another creepy animatronic when Jett just had to sneeze. Its ears perked up and it turned around, meeting our eyes with its entrancing yellow ones. It was obviously female, considering its voluptuousness.
"Welcome to Kid's Cove! I'm Toy Foxy, captain of this here cove! Who would ye be?" her feminine voice asked with a slight pirate accent.
"Hey. I'm Bob and this here's-"
"Ignore him. I'm Curtis. He's Jett. Nice to meet ya." I said, trying to make it snappy.
"Lovely! I haven't had any older kids come to visit me. Would you like to play with me? I can tell you my stories, or we can color!" 'Foxy' said enthusiastically. A cruel idea entered my mind.
"Actually, Jett here came to color with you. It's his second favorite thing to do besides eating crayons." I said, Jett looking furious.
"I don't... I don't eat crayons." Jett began before adopting a smile of his own. "But I did come here to color... with my friend Curtis of course."
Fuck you and your mother Jett.
"Fantastic! Would you like a snack as well? I have plenty. After all, a pirate's gotta have her booty!"
Hehe... Booty.
"Sure. How much will that be?" I asked, not wanting to pay ten bucks for a shitty snack.
"Why, I wouldn't charge my new friends! A pirate loves her treasure, but she loves her crew more!"she said as she opened up a child-proofed chest full of things like cheese crackers and granola bars.
She grabbed a handful of snacks as well as crayons and paper as she sat down on the floor, motioning for us to join her as she opened a granola bar and took a bite-
Hold up. The robot just took a bite out of a fucking granola bar. They were intelligent and could eat? What were these things? Who made them? But those questions would have to wait as the fox robot looked to us expectantly as she held out the box of crayons. I sighed as I picked out the red crayon, 'cuz red is cool. It was a strange experience to participate in such a childish activity with an anthropomorphic fox robot pirate woman. Yeah, that's a weird sentence. I looked to see Jett pick out the orange crayon and Foxy pick the pink one.
I decided there was no harm in doodling with the robot, so I got to showing off my shitty art skills. I drew a cartoon version of me riding on a shark in the ocean. It was messy, but I was convinced that it was badass. It looked like Jett drew himself as a stick-figure king on a castle. Not in it. On it. We were pretty proud of our masterpieces, but then we saw Foxy's.
It was a cartoon version of herself on a pirate ship, holding hands with cartoon Jett and Curtis, who were dressed in pirate clothes. Cartoon me looked pretty good with an eye patch. Someone knock on wood for me.
"Wow! You guys are quite the artists! Do ya mind if I keep the drawings?" she asked, clearly excited by the prospect.
"I guess. But can I have your drawing?" I asked. How cool would it be to have a robot's art?
"Really? Ye like it? That's so sweet!"
"You guys are just the cutest." Jett said with a smirk. Fuck you, Jett.
"Oh, why thank you." Foxy said, looking bashful.
Suddenly, Foxy got really close to me faster than I was okay with, wrapped her arms around me, and looked to Jett.
"We are quite a cute pair, aren't we?" Foxy said as she squeezed me with her arms. I was ready to yell 'RAPE!' until she spoke again.
"Since we make such a great pair already, ye can be my first mate!"
Well that was somethin'. But what did such a title include? I wasn't a fan of commitment, so I didn't want to volunteer for some position that would eat up my time.
"What does that mean? As in, what does your first mate do?" I asked.
"You mate with her first, obviously."
Jett, I am going to cut your fucking balls off.
Foxy suddenly became very flustered. She started stuttering, not sure what to say. The idea of a robot being embarrassed was incredibly strange to me, but Jett seemed to get a kick out of it. What a bastard. Foxy looked at me, then to Jett, then to me again.
"I-I... It doesn't mean... I wouldn't do such a thing with ye! Not that there's anything wrong with ya... I-I mean it..."
"It's fine. I know he was joking. Don't worry about it." I said, much to Foxy's relief. She shot a faux-angry look at Jett before properly answering me.
"Well, me first mate is me second-in-command, and accompanies me on my many adventures! What d'ya say, bucko?"
Jett nodded his head toward me, so I thought, 'Fuck it. Why not?'.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be your first mate, I guess."
Foxy lit up at this. Her smile was wide, showing off her menacing sharp teeth. She squeezed me in the hug even tighter, and I could feel her soft fur on my face. She gave off a surprising amount of warmth. Looking past her and down to her tail, I could see the fluffy appendage wagging rapidly. Looks like I made a robot girl's day.
"Great! Adventure awaits us, first mate Curtis! As my first mate, you get to help your captain out. I'll go get Mr. Fazbear now!" she said, running out the door before I could stop her.
"What the fuck, Jett?"
"Hey, don't blame me. I just wanted to know what she meant by that. But now you're stuck as her little assistant." Jett said, making an 'L' with his fingers on his forehead.
I went straight up to him and decked him in the gut before punching him in the cheek. In retaliation, he wrapped his arms around my waist and threw me to the ground. As he held me down, I pounded his side with my fist, wrapping my legs around his so he couldn't escape. We wrestled on the floor like animals for a few minutes before we heard loud footsteps and the jovial voice of 'Mr. Fazbear', which was definitely not his real name.
Jett and I got up immediately, not wanting to be caught fighting and subsequently kicked out. Foxy and Mr. Fazbear turned the corner to greet us, Mr. Fazbear holding papers in his hand as well as what looked like a name tag and hat.
"I'm so glad that we have someone to assist Foxy now! As you know, we're short staffed and... what happened to you?" he asked a bruised and slightly bloodied Jett. Jett wiped his nose free of blood before answering.
"I tripped and fell."
Nice save, Jett. Not. But the rotund fellow bought it I guess because he shrugged and proceeded to hand me the papers. I looked through them to see it was for employment. Something about safety, code of conduct, yadda yadda, $15 an hour, rules of-
Fifteen dollars an hour!? Holy Shit! Now, it may not be a lot for some of the more well off folks, but for a poor bastard like me, that was awesome for a job where I'd have to apparently do almost jack-squat. The man handed me a pen that I immediately took to sign my name on the papers. He handed me the hat with the name tag as well as a marker to write my name.
"Welcome to the Fazbear Family! We don't have another uniform right now, so we'll have to get you one as well as a more permanent name tag. Since the day hasn't exactly started, considering it's only 7:30, you can get started either tomorrow or today. If you start today, you will be paid for the hour you didn't even spend working as well as for the rest of the day!"
I looked at Jett, then to my baggy of tokens. Fuck it. I need as much money as I can get. I handed Jett my tokens before turning to the portly man who would be my new boss as I stuck my hand out for him to shake.
"I'll get started as soon as possible. What am I supposed to do, though?"
"Just do what Foxy says. Oh and..." he began as he leaned closer and whispered. "Try to keep her from getting damaged by the children. Kids these days just can't keep their hands to themselves."
I nodded as the man finally finished shaking my hand and turned to leave.
"So I guess I'll just go and use these things. See you around, bro." Jett said as he went to blast the tokens on arcade games. He gave me a parting fistbump and left, once again wiping his nose clear of blood. Me and Jett fought a lot, but we didn't really mean anything by it. It was just fun to do. But it was more fun to fight the losers that would sometimes end up on our block. I don't even know how some of those geeks were able to reach our block in the first place.
I turned to the only other person in the room, which was the fox robot. She came up to me and gave me another weird hug.
"I'm so glad to have ye as my first mate! I can't wait to have you help tell stories to the little kiddos!" Foxy said as she went to hang up our masterpieces from earlier.
We sat in silence for a while, any people coming in becoming more interested in the main band. It would have been fine, had a creepy overly-realistic robot sitting by me. She didn't say much to me, but would smile at me before looking away any time our eyes would meet. I decided that I might as well break the silence before the creepiness factor made me fucking die.
"So... Foxy." I started, the fox looking at me, her head tilting in an honestly cute way. "Is there anything you like to do while you wait?"
She thought for a moment, putting her hand to her chin. She then smiled and looked back at me with her golden orbs.
"We could play a game if you want."
"Sure. Just name something." I said. I hoped she picked something other than hide-and-seek or something just as childish.
Once again, she thought for a moment.
"I heard someone say something about a game called 'truth or dare' yesterday. The rules seemed pretty straight forward."
I thought for a moment. This could either be fun or end horribly. Well, ending horribly didn't sound too bad anyway.
"Alright. As long as you don't make me do anything to get me fired already." I said, receiving a nod. "Okay. Truth or Dare?"
"A pirate lives for adventure! Dare of course!"
I thought for a moment. What could I make her do that would be relatively tame, yet hilarious for me to watch? Not much. So I went with something pretty lame.
"Put on every prop you have and keep them on until I say so."
"Ye call that a dare? That's nothin' for captain Foxy!" she said as she donned the many hats, hooks, and plastic jewelry pieces.
She may have talked big, but I wasn't going to lie. She looked fuckin' ridiculous. She looked proud that she pulled off the dare, until I started laughing. She started to look embarrassed, making me laugh harder. She suddenly reached maximum embarrassment when a parent with his children began to walk in, the man spotting Foxy and slowly backing out.
"S-see? It was nothin'." Foxy said in an attempt to cover her shame. "Truth or dare?"
"Since you picked dare, so do I."
Foxy thought for a moment, running into the same problem I did. She thought for a little bit, eventually settling on something.
"Sing for the next person you see."
Oh fuck. I had a decent singing voice, but I hated singing in front of people. I waited for a while until I heard footsteps on the tile out in the hall. It was one of the employees who was carrying a box of party hats. Sighing, I went up to her. Last second, I put some confidence into it and slid in front of her, making the girl jump.
"~You are... My fire... the one... desire, believe... when I say 'I want it that way!'" I sang to the poor girl. I sounded pretty damn good, but it was pretty humiliating for both me and the employee. After a moment, the girl just laughed and shook her head as she walked past me.
Walking into the room, I sat back down as Foxy sat both amazed and laughing.
"You're pretty good! But you should see how red you are! You looked ridiculous!" she said as we both laughed.
"Says the one who looks like a pirate's Christmas tree right now."
This went on for a long while, and I eventually let her take off the props. We were actually having fun until she asked the next question, as I had picked truth this time.
"Alright. What's the worst thing ye have ever done?"
My heart nearly stopped. I was afraid to answer. I thought about lying, but I wasn't good at it apparently since she caught me lying earlier. My mind raced. What could I say? I couldn't let her know. She leaned in expectantly, sensing my nervousness. I knew she thought it was tamer than it was. There was no way she would think that I had-
"Stay here for now, Benny."
Oh thank god. It looked like a soccer-mom type had left her kid with us, stopping our game. I breathed a silent sigh of relief as the kid walked over to Foxy.
"Hello little one! I'm Captain Foxy, and this is me first mate Curtis the scallywag! Welcome to our Cove!"
"Hi. I'm... Benny." the kid said nervously.
Foxy chuckled and held the kid's hand, bringing him to sit down with us.
"No need to be afraid, Benny. We might be sea-scoundrels, but we won't hurt ya! Would you like to hear a story?" Foxy asked the boy,who nodded.
Foxy began telling a story as more kids filed in. It was a pretty neat story, even getting me interested, Every once in a while, she would get me to make up a part to the story. Of course, I decided to have fun with it and stay in character as a rough-n'-tumble pirate that was loyal to the brave Captain Foxy. When they asked why I didn't dress like a pirate, I said it was because I was taking a break from pirate duty for the moment. Every once in a while, I would have to get a kid to stop fucking with Foxy's stuff, or even Foxy herself, but other than that it was fine. Once Foxy was done with her story, the kids left to go see the band as they started a new song. Except for one.
This little shit was the same one that kept tugging on Foxy's coat. Right now, he was pulling on a button from the coat like he was about to rip the fucker off. I went to stop him... again. He quit reluctantly as Foxy lowered to give the boy a small hug. As she did, he reached up and yanked on her fucking ears. Foxy was shocked, but did nothing to reprimand the bastard as he pulled down hard on her jaw before I could stop him.
"Hey! Quit that. Didn't your parents teach you not to break stuff or hurt people?" I said, fuming. This little bastard was trying to make me lose my new job.
"Mommy said they're just some stupid robots. And I don't have to listen to you." he said as he tried to go back to fucking with Foxy.
I grabbed the kids arm firmly but not roughly and looked him in the eye.
"Your mother will end up having to pay for the damages you caused. If she has to do that, then that probably means no Christmas presents for you this year." I said, trying to strike at a personal level. I wasn't about to have someone get pissed at me over this.
"What are you doing to my child?"
Great. Soccer-mom cunt probably will want to speak to my manager.
"I'm stopping him from destroying what isn't his. Before you say anything, I want you to know that any damages will come out of your pocket." I didn't know if that was true. I made that up to have them tell their little douche to quit. Surprisingly, it worked.
"Boy, come here! We can't afford to have you break anything!"
They left in a hurry, leaving me with a slightly damaged- oh fuck.
The whole bottom jaw was unhinged on Foxy, and her ear was bent to shit. I knew I didn't have much time until someone else saw the damages. I would have to fix them myself.
"What kind of parts do your ear and jaw take?"
"It's in the handbook over there. Why?" Foxy asked, attempting to put her jaw back in place.
"Because I'm fixing you before someone sees." I said as I grabbed the handbook.
I opened up the book to find the parts that were required, and decided to bring it with me to the 'Parts and Service' room that I saw earlier. I rushed to find the parts before anyone came to check on Foxy, and fortunately the main band was still performing their hokey pizza-themed songs. As I entered the Parts and Service room, I felt for the light and felt the cold wall of the eerie room. Once I switched on the light, I damn near had a heart attack. Sitting on the floor of the room were the old animatronics from the last restaurant.
"Well that's not creepy at all." I said sarcastically to myself.
I assumed the old Foxy would have the right parts, considering that he looked pretty much like a red, male version of Toy Foxy. The closer I got to him, though, the less I wanted to be around him. He had a cold, creepy vibe about him that didn't help me out much as I reached into his mouth for the spare jaw bolts. If he was active at all, it would only take one swift motion to chomp off my hand.
Not good thoughts to have.
I got every spare part I needed and headed out, making sure to turn the light back off and shut the door all the way. Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me, but I could swear I heard something move. Not that I was willing to stick around to find out what it was.
Rushing to Kid's Cove, I found Foxy sitting patiently for me. Setting the handbook down, I grabbed a chair and set to work.
"Just hold still a minute and I'll get you fixed up." I said as I went to fix the ear first. I found a fold in the soft fur and peeled it back, replacing the bent piece.
"Thank ye for doing this for me. It means a lot that ya care." she said as I finished carefully inserting the "new" piece.
I felt kinda bad that she didn't know I was doing this for me, not her. But she didn't have to know that. As far as she should be concerned, everything I did was for her. Hopefully, I wouldn't have to prove that anytime soon. For now, though, I would just focus on not losing my two-and-a-half hour old job.
"No problem. Why didn't you stop him, though? Not only did you get parts of you broken, but you let my job get harder. Well, I know it's my job now to prevent that, and it's partially my fault, but you shouldn't just let yourself get hurt." I said, hiding my work back into the fold of fur.
Foxy seemed a bit ashamed, and looked away from me before speaking.
"I'm sorry, Curtis. I didn't want to make your job harder, but I didn't even consider ya. And for that, I'm so sorry. But they're just children having fun, and I don't have it in me to stop them."
Great, now I feel like an asshole.
"Don't apologize to me about it. Like I said, it's partially, if not almost entirely my fault. But that kid wasn't 'having fun'. He was being destructive." I explained. "Now, please try not to move when I fix your jaw."
She nodded her head as she opened her mouth to let me fix her jaw. Reaching into the terrifying sharp-toothed maw of Foxy, I found the broken parts and replaced them. Even though she didn't need her jaw to speak, she still had to look aesthetically pleasing.
"All done. How does it feel?"
She moved her jaw up, down, left, and right before smiling a big smile and wrapping me in another weird hug.
"Thank ye, Curtis. I be glad to have ye as me friend." she said right before giving a quick little kiss on my cheek. It was kinda weird, but I took as a friendly gesture, so I didn't care all that much.
"Yeah, no problem. Next time, I'll try to be more watchful." I said, noticing children coming in from the band's last show. Getting back into my character, I made sure to keep a close eye on Foxy. I couldn't risk letting her have something bad happen to her.
Foxy told another one of her stories, and I kept her safe as I played along with her stories and participated with the children. They were still snotty brats in my eyes, but to Foxy, it was the greatest thing in the world. Seeing her so happy made me somewhat happy, even through the hardships I faced. With the new job, though, I could probably live comfortably. I could only hope that I would eventually move out of that dump of a neighborhood.
Eventually, the day was coming to an end so the children had to leave. As they left, I helped Foxy put up some art from the children. A lot of the art pieces included me, at least I think it was me, in one of Foxy's many stories. Some art pieces were just of me. Honestly, it was kinda endearing to see some love from these little shits. Eventually, I knew that even I wouldn't be able to call them little shits.
I got to the last picture and almost belted out a loud laugh, but kept it in. Some kid drew me and Foxy, but there were lots of hearts all over it and we were holding hands. I guess that kid got the wrong idea about why I was with Foxy. I wanted to show Foxy, but she would probably get embarrassed. Actually, that was a perfect reason to show her.
"Hey, cap'n. Check this out." I said, watching Foxy approach me.
I pointed to the drawing in my hands and held it out for her to see. She looked for just a second before she immediately looked away from me in embarrassment. Wow, she was easy to embarrass though.
"I-it must be because they saw me kiss ya on the cheek. Yer friend was right, though. We are cute together." she said quietly before smiling up at me expectantly, as if she wanted me to agree.
"Yeah, I suppose we do. Thanks to me, of course." I said with a laugh.
"Haha, yeah..." Foxy said while looking at the drawing.
Hol' up. Did she agree that I was cute? That's a first. Never had a robot tell me I was cute before. She seemed to realize what she said and immediately became embarrassed for what seemed like the millionth time.
"W-what I mean is... I mean ye are cute, but... I mean-"
"It's no big deal. I don't care if you think I'm 'cute'. If it makes you feel better, you're cute too." I said to the fox animatronic. She was pretty cute, I guess. She was like a fluffy little puppy or something, and her personality made her that much more adorable.
Foxy seemed taken aback by my words. She was silent for a moment before coming closer to me. She then came in for yet another hug, but it was a slower, more tender hug which I returned once more. Foxy looked me in the eye and smiled before speaking.
"I can already tell that yer gonna be a great partner. I may not have been active for very long, but you've already become me best friend. Yer a caring, sweet person that I look forward to bein' around. Thank you."
Ouch. She got that last bit wrong for sure. Hell, just two days ago I helped Jett beat these two guys up when I saw him hitting them. Knowing him, he probably just hit them because they were black, but I joined in because they were the ones that said they could beat my ass. Now, they're afraid to even look toward my block. Guess that's what happens when you threaten someone who can break your arms.
But Foxy said that I was a good person, and she looked so happy to be around me. Maybe it's because she's made to be happy, but she seemed more excited to talk to me than to talk to the children. Plus, she gave me a little kiss. It made me almost feel bad that I was kinda lying to her about who I was, but she didn't have to know. If she was happy, then my job would be easier.
"I look forward to working with you as well, Foxy. I'm glad to be your best friend, and I will be sure to do my best to keep your job as easy as possible. I put my life on it."
She seemed ecstatic to hear that. She held me tighter before letting go and speaking to me.
"Well, I'll see ya tomorrow. Goodnight, Curtis!" she said as I bid her goodnight as well. I passed the rest of the band as I left as they waved enthusiastically at me. I returned the wave as I headed out the door. I was pretty stoked about having this new job, and hopefully I could use it to improve my life for the better.
I reached my crumbling apartment and took off my hat and shirt before flopping onto my bed. It had been a long day, but it was a good one. I couldn't believe it, but I was excited to go to work tomorrow. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, dreaming about That Night.
"You stepped into the wrong neighborhood."
AN: Howdy. Lord Jerry here. This was pretty much an exposition chapter, not full of much interesting subject matter. Eventually, we'll get into the struggles Curtis and Jett face, as well as the ones they cause. What did y'all think? Any questions or concerns? Until next time!