Disclaimer: This story is a revision of a youtube channel's roleplay. This version of the story contains many of the same events with an altered storyline and dialogue. I do not own the original story, nor am I trying to steal it. I am only writing this story for fun and because I really enjoy writing stories.
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~October~
~The First Year~
It was a dark and quiet night tonight. The streets of Littlewood, Ohio were calm and peaceful.
Morning was yet to come for the residents who lived there.
A truck was driving down a road, bumping along the street as it went. It was making quite the racket, but nobody living on the street seemed to care, because nobody else has come out.
An employee gripped the steering wheel of the truck as he headed towards the place he was meant to be going. Next to him, his co-worker was casually sitting in his seat, arms behind his head, a cigarette in his mouth.
"How much longer?" The employee asked his co-worker.
"We're almost there, pal." The coworker grunted. "Now shut up already."
"Fine, fine, I'll be quiet. Geez."
They continued driving, both of them staying silent as they went. A few minutes passed before they saw the building. It was out of the way of the rest of the town, separated by a stretch of a road that was far, but not too far.
The employee pulled into the parking lot, stopping his truck right by the doors.
"Alright, finally here." The co-worker sighed. "Let's hurry up and unload these things from the truck. I want to get outta this stupid place."
"Me too." The employee muttered, stepping out of the truck. He went around to the back and pulled open the big door. In the back of the truck were several big boxes, but those were other deliveries. The one in particular that these two men were delivering was perhaps one of the biggest boxes in there, sitting at the back of the rest. "Ugh, this is gonna take a while. Up for some heavy lifting?"
"No." The co-worker replied automatically. "But I'll do it anyway, because the company wants me to. Can't catch a break in this dang job..."
"Oh, wait, gotta open the doors first." The employee said, remembering what he had been instructed to do. He went up to the doors of the building, which were made of colored glass. He tugged on them, but they didn't open.
"Hey! Need some help?" Someone one the inside called, coming up to the doors. "Hey, you've got the delivery. Nice. I'll unlock the doors so you boys can haul it in here."
The man inside took out some keys and began to unlock the doors...
About half an hour later...
"Alright, that should be good." The man told the delivery guys as they finally got the delivery onstage. "You can head home now. I'll take care of the rest."
"Finally." One of the workers grunted, and he and his friend exited the building, closing the doors behind them. Then the truck outside came back on and pulled out of the parking lot, then drove away.
Meanwhile, the man inside looked up at the new delivery for Circus Baby's Pizza World: it was a fox animatronic, taller than the man himself was. It was colored pink and white, with slight grey here and there. It had a long bushy tail, mostly white but with a pink tip, as well as yellow eyes. Three tufts of fur stuck out of its head. It had a pink about with a black nose and small purple freckles, as well as a red bow tie on his chest and a speaker placed underneath that.
"Wow..." The man said, smiling. "So this must be the new Foxy model. They really did a good job this time." The man grinned up at Foxy's empty eyes. "Welcome to the family, Foxy. You're going to be a great addition to the cast."
The man suddenly frowned, then stepped back from Foxy. "Be right back, Foxy. Gotta use the restroom before I finish up your repairs."
The man left the room, heading down a nearby hall.
Now the offline animatronic was all alone in the room. All Funtime Foxy could do was sit there and be as still as everything else in the building. He was all by himself.
But something was off.
Somewhere inside Foxy, something clicked, and it slowly began to do what it meant to do...
Some time later, Foxy was once again by himself in the room. He had been placed in the middle of the room instead of onstage now. The man who had been doing repairs on him had already left for the night, and now Foxy was all that was left in that room.
Suddenly, the pink-white foxy came online. He blinked at once, then began to speak in a voice that was not his own.
"Alright, finally arrived at the place to start my new job." Foxy said. "I've already got my suit on, and now I should be ready to go- hey, wait a second! I haven't looked at myself in the mirror yet! Maybe I should go get ready in the bathroom first. Better hurry up."
Foxy ran out of the room, heading down the same hall the man had.
Foxy grinned as he finished up preparing in the boys' bathroom. Satisfied, he could finally get to work at his new job.
Okay, all done. Foxy thought. It's finally time. My first day at the new location! Oh my god, I'm so excited! Now, calm down, Foxy, pace yourself. I can do this, I know I can. I'll do my best, and I'll make all the kids happy, and my boss will be so impressed with me! I've even got a new suit! And...
Foxy glanced down at his suit. To be honest, it wasn't his favorite.
Yeah, not a big fan of the suit. He thought. I mean, I don't hate it. It's sleek and polished and all that, and I don't have the eyepatch anymore, so I can see out of both eyes. But...it's just so girly. It's pink and white, for crying out loud! I even have painted NAILS! But, even so...it's nicer than the old suit, at least.
Foxy thought about his old suit. Wow, I still kind of miss that suit. The red skin...the cool hook and eyepatch...and now I've got this suit instead. Is this new suit a downgrade or an upgrade? I really can't decide.
Foxy shook himself out of his reminiscing. He had more important things to do.
The first day matters most out of all. Foxy thought. I will admit that I'm nervous. This is a new place, after all, and I don't know anyone here yet. But, even so, I can still do a good job working at...at...what was the name of this place again? Was it...Circus...Baby's...Pizza World? Yeah, that's the name! Phew, I'm glad I managed to remember that. I'd probably get fired on the spot if the other employees thought that I didn't know the NAME of my own WORKPLACE.
Foxy once again broke out of that train of thought. Okay, okay, enough stalling! It's time to start work, to start my day! If I do well, I'll get to keep this job, so every action counts! Time to head out-
Foxy had already begun to leave the room, but...he felt a little weird. Like he had a headache. Like something was wrong with his head-
Error! Error! Unauthorized modification to programming detected! Foxy yelped as he saw these words appear in front of his face. Initiating system shutdown! Commence manual override!
"Huh?! What's going on-" Foxy began, but suddenly he started to feel tired.
Then he collapsed, and everything went dark...
Manual override failed. Restarting systems...
"Ugh...my...my head..." Foxy groaned as he came to. "What...what happened?"
Foxy opened his eyes. He was still in the bathroom, but he was lying flat on the ground. He quickly got to his feet, a look of panic on his face.
"Oh no, oh no!" He exclaimed. "Did I just pass out? I can't believe it! I just passed out ON THE JOB! How long was I out for?! I've gotta go find out. It can't be that late, surely..."
Foxy finally went and exited the boys' bathroom, entering a big hallway with tons of rooms connecting to it. The walls were striped with purple and white, with the exception of the bathrooms. Over there they had unique colors: blue for the boys' side stripes, pink for the girls' side stripes. The floor was a constant black-white checker pattern. Lights shone down from the ceiling above.
Foxy felt his panic rise. The room looked fairly darker than it had when he had come through here earlier. What could that mean?
He went to the middle of the big hall, where there was a big doorway to the left. Foxy went this way, knowing it would lead him back to the main room and the entrance.
He was now in a hallway that was smaller than the previous one. The stripes here were yellow-white instead of purple-white. There were four sets of double doors in this hall: two to the left, and two to the right. Foxy ignored all of this and continued down the hall, heading into the main room.
Like the smaller hall, the main room has walls of yellow-white stripes. It was big, that was for sure. In the center were some tables and stools for people to sit down. There was a big stage at one side of the room, with three platforms raised above the stage floor, allowing three animatronics to preform there. Also on this side of the room was a stand, a doorway to a closet, and the door to the kitchen. On the other side of the room was a doorway to a bouncy house, another stand, and a doorway that Foxy knew led to Funtime Cove. At the other end of the room stood the two glass double doors, which were colored: one white, one red. And...something was wrong with those doors.
Foxy ran across the room and went right up to those doors, and he gasped. "Oh god, no! It can't be!"
He could see through the glass doors that outside it was nighttime, with the moon shining down overhead. Not only that, but the doors were covered with boards from the other side of the door, meaning that Foxy would be unable to leave. And Foxy felt himself panic even more at all of this.
This is bad. The doors are blocked up, and it's night. Foxy thought worriedly. And I already know what goes on here at night. I need to get out, and right now. Maybe there's another exit.
Foxy turned around and ran right back across the room into the smaller hall, then to the big hall. But as he came in, he noticed something else that was extremely bad for him: across from the doorway that connected the two hallways was a set of metal doors that were covered in boards as thick as the ones on the front doors. Foxy gasped again, because having this door blocked was bad too. He had heard that those doors led to an elevator system that connected the pizzeria on the surface to an area below them, and now he could see that the doors were blocked as well.
These doors, too?! He screamed in his thoughts. That's even worse. Not only am I trapped, but if the company finds me here, they might think I did this! What do I do now? Foxy weighed his options for a moment, then came to a conclusion. Wait, isn't there a guard that works here at night? There...yes, there is! He must be around here somewhere! Maybe if I yell, I can get his attention! It's worth a shot, at least.
"HELLO?" Foxy called out. "IS ANYONE IN HERE? A NIGHTGUARD? A MAINTENANCE WORKER, EVEN? PLEASE, I NEED HELP! I'M TRAPPED IN HERE!"
Before Foxy could continue yelling, he was interrupted by a loud scream. Foxy looked around, trying to search for the source of this, when he saw the door to a room at the far right of the hall slam open. A security guard rushed out, running away from the room like his life depended on it.
A security guard! Yes, I can get him to help me! Foxy thought. Foxy then opened his mouth to get the guard's attention, just as the guard came running up to where Foxy was. Amazingly, he hadn't noticed Foxy yet.
"Hey! Security guard!" Foxy called out.
"Huh?" The security guard stuttered, turning his head, and his eyes seemed to pop out of his skull as he noticed Foxy standing there. Then he screamed. "AAAGH! Another one?! These things just keep coming!"
Foxy didn't hear this. "Listen, dude, I need your-"
"NO!" The guard yelled. "Get away from me, you monster! You're one of them, and I know it! You want to hurt me, too!"
"Huh? 'One of them?' What do you mean?"
"You're one of those...THINGS! Those things keep trying to get me, and I won't let them! Stay away!"
"Hey, hey, calm down! Let me tell you my name, okay? It's-" Foxy paused. Nothing was coming to him. He thought harder, as hard as he could...but nothing came. No matter how hard Foxy seemed to think, he couldn't remember what his name was, or if he even had one. "-I...I can't remember my name..."
"See? You're one of them!"
"Sir, calm down! I know I can't remember my name, but it's an accident, okay? I passed out in the bathroom, and that must have messed with my head. But, really, I'm one of the workers here, and I work as a mascot. I just passed out as I was getting ready, and I woke up when it was too late! Please, I need you to tell me something. Is it past twelve A.M?"
"Yes, it is!" The guard confirmed. "It just turned to twelve a few minutes ago, and I started my shift. That's all."
"Oh, okay then, Mr...uh..."
"Philip. It's Philip."
"Ah, okay. Nice name, Philip."
"Thanks- Hey, wait a minute, what am I doing conversing with you?! You're one of the animatronics!"
"I'm not, I swear I'm not. I'm just...god, no matter what, I can't remember my name! Um...here, call me Foxy. For some reason...it feels right to have that name right now."
"Foxy's the name of one of the animatronics! That means you're one of them!"
"I'm not an animatronic! Here, I can prove it to you. I'll take off the head of the suit and show you I'm human."
"Fine, do that, then! Prove to me that you're human, and I won't be scared."
Foxy nodded, then grabbed at his head. He braced himself, then began tugging. Surprisingly to him, the suit head was stuck on to him tightly, more tight than he had expected. He pulled and pulled and kept pulling with all his might, but the suit head stayed firmly in place.
"Darn, it's stuck!" Foxy groaned. "Look, Philip. I'm gonna need your help with this one. Come here."
"No. No, no, no. Stay back." Philip warned warily.
"Just come and help me." Foxy began to approach the security guard.
"It's not coming off, though! It's not coming off! Stay away!"
Suddenly, as Foxy approached, he felt this urge inside of him. He felt as if he should pummel the guard, attack him, maim him, do everything in his ability to make him hurt. Before he knew what he was doing, claws had shot out of his suit hands, and he was grinning hungrily at the guard, as a hunter would to prey.
"Get...closer..." He muttered, grinning as he approached Philip little by little. "Come close to me...human...it'll be alright..."
Philip's eyes were wide. "I...I knew it. I KNEW IT! YOU ARE ONE OF THEM! I...I need to get out of here! AAAAAGH!" Philip ran away from Foxy, heading down the smaller hall towards the main room and out of sight.
Foxy's primal urges faded, and he suddenly wondered what he was doing. "Wait, no, I didn't mean to do that!" Foxy hurriedly called down the hallway. "Philip! Philip! Come back! Come...back...dang, he's gone. Now what do I do?"
"Foxy! Oh my goodness, there you are! We've been looking all over for you!"
"There you are, Foxy! Man, I'm so glad we found you."
Foxy turned confusedly, then saw that two more people were approaching him from that same doorway Philip had come out of earlier. But then Foxy's eyes widened. These people looked like him, in a way: they too had on metal mascot suits of characters at Circus Baby's.
The one that had spoken to him looked like they were a ballerina. She was colored blue and white, with blue hair and blue nails. Her cheeks were a rosy pink, with lipstick to match. She had on a purple tutu decorated with golden orbs, golden pearl-shaped earrings, and a pearl tiara atop her head. Her eyes were closed shut, yet somehow she could see Foxy anyway.
The other looked like a bear, sparking Foxy's interest. He had known a bear character from a previous location. This bear in particular was purple and white in coloration, except for one of his hands, which was colored blue. He had on a black top hat with a purple stripe on it, a black bowtie, and, like Foxy, a speaker underneath that bowtie. His eyes were a pretty blue color.
Foxy was surprised to see them there. They seemed to be mascots, like he was. Had they gotten trapped in the location as well?
"Oh, hey there." Foxy greeted, trying to act casual. "Nice knowing others are around here...so, you two must be workers at this place, like me. Did you get locked in too?"
To Foxy's shock, they both made a face.
"Locked...in?" The ballerina repeated confusedly.
"Foxy, I don't think I understand." The bear said. "What are you talking about?"
"Why are you guys confused? Surely you know what I mean, right?" Foxy asked. "We're workers here. We wear costumes and entertain children. And we're all locked in. That's right...isn't it?"
"No, we aren't." The ballerina replied. "Foxy, we live at this place. This is our home. Don't you remember that?"
Foxy heard this, and he could feel a smile rising to his lips. Then he laughed loudly, once again surprising the other two with him.
The fox himself just couldn't resist the urge. Live here? Home? Foxy thought they were just kidding, maybe to lighten the mood while they were trapped here.
"Ha, ha, ha..." Foxy chuckled, finally able to bring himself to stop laughing. "Yeah, very funny, guys. Good joke."
"Joke?" The ballerina sputtered.
"Yeah, that's a joke. Anyone can see that. Surely you know that they don't let workers live here in the pizzeria. I mean, there is plenty of stuff to do around here, and people at night could get it all to themselves, but nobody, not even workers, come at night. We live at houses, and- huh? Why are you guys looking at each other like that?"
The two people were now staring at each, solemn expression on their faces. They looked at Foxy, then each other, than Foxy again. Finally, they spoke up.
"Okay, Foxy, this isn't funny." The bear sighed. "Enough joking around."
"I wasn't joking around! We don't live here!" Foxy gaped. "Don't you guys...know that? And...hey, wait. Why do you guys sound like that? You sound very similar to one of the animatronics. You can cut the voice now, pal. The place isn't even open right now."
"Wh...what? But this is my real voice. This is how I talk. I thought you already knew that."
"It is? Uh, wow. Guess you were unlucky enough to be have the same voice as the animatronic. My mistake." He looked at the ballerina. "However, you have a pretty high-pitched voice, so your voice is probably fake-"
"High-pitched voice? HIGH-PITCHED VOICE?!" The ballerina exclaimed furiously. "EXCUSE ME, THIS IS HOW I SOUND! YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH IT?!"
"Woah, woah, calm down! Sorry, I just thought that wasn't your real voice. I apologize."
"Geez, I forgive you. Next time, don't mess up such basic info."
"Nevermind the voices, okay? We have more pressing matters on our hands! I've heard stories about this location and other locations being really horrible and creepy at night. Something about the animatronics acting how they're not supposed to. We need to hurry and leave before we run into them."
"I...you...what? Okay, enough of that crazy talk, Foxy, there's no problems. Also, you were in this hall, weren't you?"
"Uh, yes?"
"Then you must have seen the security guard! Which way did he go?"
"Oh, the guard! Yeah, I know. His name's Philip, apparently. I tried to get him to give me the keys or something so I could leave the building, but he thought I was one of the animatronics. He ran off down that hall." Foxy pointed down the smaller hall, which they were standing near. "Gee, his head must be really disheveled for him to think I'm an animatronic. Those robots can't talk OR walk, everyone knows that! Must be a bit of a crazy guy, eh?"
The others just stared at each other, then nodded reluctantly.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." The ballerina sighed. "He's crazy."
"We should probably go find him now." The bear suggested. "He couldn't have gone very far."
"Yeah, good idea." Foxy agreed. "Let's find him and prove to him that we're human!"
"Uh...okay?"
"Okay! Let's go, guys!"
With Foxy leading the way, the trio trekked down the smaller hall.
They had reached the main room at this point. Everyone looked, hoping to see Philip, but the guard was nowhere in sight. Foxy knew it wouldn't be that easy; the guard would have definitely ran further to escape him.
"Hello?" Foxy called. "Philip!"
"Security guard!" The ballerina shouted out.
"Come on out!" The bear added.
They waited for a moment, expecting some sort of answer, but nothing happened.
"Ugh, come on!" The ballerina groaned. "Where is he? Where did he go?"
"Uh...maybe he's in this present!" Freddy suggested.
Somehow, against all of his logic, Foxy suddenly decided that maybe the guard was in there. Maybe he had shrunk down and went inside.
"Maybe he is in there! HELLO!" Foxy yelled. "Security guard! Come out of the present right now- no, what am I saying? He wouldn't be able to fit in there."
"Yeah, obviously not!" The ballerina huffed. "How would he get inside that? I mean, the only time that ever happened was when we stuffed a guard inside a present after we caught him."
"Oh yeah, I remember that! He was really hard to fit in...there...wait. Why...why did I know about that?"
"Um...because you were there, Foxy?"
"What? No, I certainly don't remember doing anything like that."
"What? How?" The bear stuttered. "Weren't you the one who stuffed him in there to begin with?"
"Huh?! No! I would never do that..."
And yet...I can't shake the feeling that I DID do that... Foxy thought.
"But Foxy..."
"Okay, enough! Let's change the subject." Foxy glanced around the room until his eyes settled on the kitchen door. "Say, maybe the guard is in the kitchen. The staff room is back there, after all."
The others shrugged acceptingly, and the group went up to the kitchen door. Foxy, feeling slightly lazy at the moment, decided he'd rather have the others do it.
"Okay, guys, go ahead and open the doors." He said.
The others looked slightly uncomfortable. They stared at the door for a moment, then looked back at Foxy.
"We can't." The ballerina said.
"Huh?" Foxy mumbled. "What do you mean?"
"We can't open the door."
"What?! You seriously can't? Fine, let me do it." Foxy pushed through them and grabbed the handle of the door, then pulled it down and pushed it open. "Ta-da. It's that easy."
The others were shocked at this, but Foxy ignored this and proceeded into the kitchen.
The kitchen was fairly nice in terms of quality. It had yellow-white stripes on the walls, and a wooden floor, which was a stark contrast to the usual black-white checker pattern. The back wall of the kitchen had many shelves, counters, and cabinets, as well as a fridge. Utensils hung on the wall above the counters, and cutting knives were inside a knife block on the counter as well. In the middle of the room stood a work station with more counters, ovens, and plenty of other kitchen things. To Foxy's left was a small closet, a trash chute, and a door at the left side of the room that led off to the employee lounge.
Philip was standing by the counter at the work station, trying to catch his breath, when Foxy noticed him.
"He's here!" Foxy called out. "Guys, I found him! He was in the kitchen after all!"
Ballora and Freddy entered the kitchen themselves and spotted the security guard.
"AH-HA!" Ballora cried. "We found you!"
Philip turned around confusedly and gasped as he viewed the animatronics standing there.
"AAH!" He screamed. "No, no! Not you guys again! I told you, stay away!"
"Philip, calm down! We won't hurt you." Foxy assured him, beginning to approach again.
Philip started backing up towards the far left corner of the room. "No, stay back! I won't let you kill me!"
"We aren't! Just come here!"
"Never! I'll never listen to you monsters! Get back!"
Foxy kept getting closer and closer to Philip, who continued backing up.
"This isn't funny! Just go away!" Philip shouted. "Get away from me, please!"
Suddenly, primal urges once again came to Foxy. He needed to get rid of the guard, but how? He looked down and noticed that the guard has been so scared that he hadn't noticed what he was backing up towards. Perfect, it would be the best place to take him out.
Foxy grinned as he extended his hands out and gave the guard a rough shove. The guard stumbled backwards and tripped, falling down...into the trash chute that had been right behind him.
"AAAAAAGH!" The guard screamed as he fell into the chute and disappeared. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO-"
There was a loud thump, and the guard went silent. Foxy peered down into the dark chute, grinning. He had done it.
"Yes! Hahaha-" Foxy began, but suddenly stopped. What was he doing?! "-wait, no! Philip, I didn't mean to..."
"Woah!" The ballerina gasped, running over and looking down into the chute herself. "Wow, Foxy...you got him. You actually got him." Her empty expression turned into a smile of excitement. "YES, WE DID IT! WE GOT HIM! YIPPEE!"
"Huh?!" Foxy exclaimed, unable to understand this behavior. "Why are you happy about this?!"
"Because we got the guard! Wow, Foxy, I'm impressed. That was just brilliant! That's the best way I've ever seen you take out a guard before! That one was even better than the time you stuffed a guard in a present!"
"BRILLIANT?! ARE YOU INSANE?! I JUST HURT SOMEONE!"
"Who cares about the guard? You just accomplished something amazing!"
"No, I just...I just murdered an innocent guy! Oh my god, oh my god, this is bad. No, this is terrible! Somebody's going to find out about this and call the cops! Then they'll investigate and possibly even arrest me! I can't go to jail!"
"Aw, Foxy, calm down." The bear chuckled, putting a hand on Foxy'a shoulder. "Nobody will ever know that we did it. How could they?"
"They will, I swear it! How am I going to explain this to the police?!"
"Don't worry about it, Foxy. If they find out, we'll just tell them it was a...happy little accident!"
"HAPPY LITTLE ACCIDENT?! Okay, that's it! I am out of here!"
Foxy started towards the door.
"Huh? Foxy, where are you going?" The ballerina asked.
"To call the cops!" Foxy shouted. "You crazy people are going to be the ones responsible for that man's death, not me! I'll make sure of it!"
"Wait, what?! No, don't do that! Get back here!"
"NO!"
Foxy sprinted out of the room, desperate to find a phone and escape these crazy people he was dealing with...
Foxy ran down the big hallway, panting heavily. He ran through a doorway and into a completely different room, then quickly hid out of sight and waited patiently.
The ballerina and bear cane into the big hallway themselves, looking around hurriedly in an attempt to spot Foxy.
"Where'd he go?" The bear stuttered.
"Maybe he's in my room!" The ballerina suggested. "I left the door open earlier, maybe he went through it to try and escape us! Quick, follow me!"
They ran off in the complete opposite direction, heading to the room at the other end of the hall from where Foxy was.
Foxy breathed a sigh of relief.
Good, I think I finally lost them. He thought. Now I need to find an exit so I can escape and get to the police station.
He finally turned and got a look at the room he was in. It was a fairly big room, with the walls here having red-white stripes. There were some more tables and stools, as well as a few rows of plush chairs facing a big stage in the corner. To the left was a a big red wall, with a doorway leading to what looked like a water area for riding around on boats. The letter 'F' was plastered above the doorway.
However, the arguably most noticeable thing in the room was a giant blue-purple striped present sitting off to the right, with an assortment of crates and boxes surrounding it on all sides. The lid of the giant box was open.
Foxy, noticing this present, was interested in what it was for.
A big present? Maybe that's an exit! He thought. I should go take a closer look.
He started towards the present, but he had barely taken a few steps when something popped out of the box. Foxy yelled, stumbling backwards.
"Woah! What the?!" He exclaimed.
"Huh?" The person mumbled. "Oh! Hey, Foxy!"
This figure was actually, like Foxy and those people he saw earlier, wearing a metal suit as well. This person resembled a puppet of sorts. He was thinner than any animatronic Foxy had ever seem before. His entire body was black and oblong in shape, but with white stripes on the arms and legs. He also had, covering his face, a white mask, with hollow holes for eyes and rosy red cheeks. Purple stripes stretched from the eyes to the mouth, making it look as if the puppet was crying. Red lipstick was also painted onto the mouth in the form of an exaggerated pucker. He had no real semblance of a hand; instead, there were three spindly fingers on each arm. He had no feet either, and his legs were just tapered to a point. Three white buttons were stuck on his chest.
"ANOTHER one of you?!" Foxy yelled. "Please tell me you're not crazy, like those other guys were!"
"Huh? Sorry, I can't hear you from here." The puppet said. "Let me climb out of the box so I can talk to you face-to-face."
"What?! No, no way! I'd rather you stay as far away from me as possible-"
Too late. The puppet had already climbed out of the box and was now walking up to Foxy.
"Alright, I'm here." The puppet continued.
"You'd better not be crazy. Or murderous. Or anything!" Foxy warned. "With a suit as weird-looking as that, I'd hazard a guess that you probably are! Stay away from me, pal."
The puppet frowned. "Geez, that's pretty rude of you to say. It's a pretty nice night tonight, and I was just enjoying the peace and quiet. But now you're talking to me like this? I don't get it. Why are you acting this way? Why are you being so out-of-order?"
"I'm not out-of-order! If anyone's out-of-order, it's YOU! I've already dealt with enough crazy people today, okay? Just earlier, some weird people wearing suits like me pushed a guard down the garbage chute! And they ENJOYED it! Then they blamed the whole thing on me! Well, I certainly didn't do anything! They're getting the blame for it, not me, and I'm going to make sure that happens-"
"There you are, Foxy!" Somebody exclaimed.
"Huh?!" Foxy turned around and gasped: the ballerina and bear had entered the room and found him there, talking to the puppet. "Oh, god! YOU GUYS again!"
"Thanks for finding him, Puppetboi!" The ballerina commended the puppet. "We appreciate the help."
"It's Puppet, okay? Not Puppetboi." The puppet answered. "But, yes, I did find him. He came in here and was complaining to me about stuff before you guys got here."
"Why are you guys back?!" Foxy exclaimed. "Why are you so intent on finding me?! I told you to stay away! I don't want any of you involved with my life!"
"How could you say that, Foxy?" The ballerina asked. "We're your friends!"
"NO! We have never been friends, we aren't friends right now, and we never will be, EVER! I don't know any of you, but I've seen enough to figure out that you guys are awful people! I'm going to call the police, and each and every one of you will be in the place you belong: BEHIND BARS!"
"What? But you were the one who pushed that guard down the chute!"
"Shut up, I know that! But I refused to get arrested today. I'm going to tell the cops that YOU GUYS did that! You'll be the ones locked up, and I can get on with my life after they're done with you!"
"Stop telling us these things, Foxy! Whatever happened to our friendships?"
"Friendships? HA! Like that ever happened! I don't know a single one of you, and I don't think I want to, either."
"You...you don't even remember me, Foxy?" The bear stuttered sadly. "I'm one of your best friends!"
"No, I don't remember anyone like you! I recognize that suit, and yes, you do look like a Freddy animatronic, but you look NOTHING like the one I remember from the last location!"
"That's because we got new outfits, remember? Our models were upgraded to accommodate this location!"
"Oh, yeah, I remember that! The animatronics were supposed to be upgraded for Circus Baby's- hey, wait a minute! What am I doing, agreeing on something with YOU?! Alright, that's it. I'm going to pull your suit head off so I can see your real face! You've got to be human, if anything!"
Foxy ran up to the bear and grabbed the bear's head from the neck, then began to pull as hard as he could. However, like Foxy's own suit head, the head of the bear proved to be impossible to remove. The bear, clearly suffering from this, yelled in pain and struggled in a desperate attempt to break Foxy's grip.
"Grrrr...come on...arrgh, why isn't this working?!" Foxy exclaimed as he did so. "It should come off easily!"
"Foxy, stop it!" The ballerina chastised, pushing Foxy off of the bear. "There's nothing wrong with his head, okay? Keep your hands to yourself!"
"You don't tell me what I can and can't do, you criminal! In fact, I think you've GOT to be human! If his head doesn't come off, yours DEFINTELY has to! Come here!"
Foxy grabbed the ballerina and tried to tug at her head, but she screamed and pushed him off as quickly as she could.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!" The ballerina threatened, rubbing her neck.
Suddenly, Foxy felt apologetic, like maybe he shouldn't have done that to his friend.
"Woah, I'm sorry-" He began, but quickly snapped out of these other feelings this time. "-what am I doing, saying sorry to you evil people?! I'd never apologize to you guys, and- ugh, nevermind! I just...don't understand! How are those suit heads so hard to remove?! I- wait. Wait, wait, wait. If the heads are supposed to stay on, then..." Foxy gasped as he finally put two and two together. "...oh. OH MY. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! You guys...you're animatronics! Living, moving animatronics! The stories were true after all! And, if you guys supported seeing that guy die...wait, that's it! YOU GUYS were the ones responsible for all those disappearances! All those night guards that died...that's your guys' fault, isn't it?!"
"Okay, yes, we did take out all of those guards!" The bear replied. "But it wasn't just us! You helped us do all that too, Foxy! How could you not remember that?"
"I did nothing! I never dirtied my hands by slaughtering innocent people! This is my first day at this location, okay?! I was at all the other locations where those other accidents happened...but I never did a THING! I'm not the one to blame! My name...it must be Fred! Fred Foxington! Yeah, that's my name- no, it was Foxy! I'm Foxy the pirate- I am F-F-Fred Foxington, an average guy- no, am I Foxy? Foxy sounds right- no, no, I'm not an animatronic!"
Foxy- no, no, ###### could feel himself losing control. The body was moving of its own accord, backing up onto the stage in the corner. Meanwhile, it was also thrashing about...glitching, twitching, unable to maintain any calm movements any longer. ###### kept trying to say something, but every time he could, it was to try and keep up the façade of being Fred Foxington- wait, no, he was Foxy- no, he was Fred Foxington, disguised and trying to execute the plan- no, he was Foxy the pirate, and he was trying to regain control-
"AAAGH! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!" ###### finally managed to scream through the body as it thrashed where he stood. "THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! THIS WAS NOT MEANT TO BE! HOW COULD I HAVE GONE WRONG?"
"Oh my god, I finally get it." The bear gasped. "He's malfunctioning, isn't he?"
"Yeah, I think so." The ballerina agreed. "Something...or someone...must have messed with his systems." The ballerina pulled out a wrench. "We need to fix this. Everyone, help me out here. If we can tinker around with him for a second, we can undo this mess."
"No! Wait! Stay back!" ###### warned as the three animatronics approached him, the ballerina holding up the wrench. "Don't- get- any- closer-"
They were getting closer, really close now. As they did, ###### could feel himself losing energy. It was over, his plan had failed, and now he would suffer the consequences. He started to pass out as the ballerina held the wrench towards his chest, and everything went black...
Dark. Everything was so dark. So unfathomably dark. When did the darkness end?
No, wait, the world wasn't dark.
Foxy realized he was laying on his side as he slowly came to, and he slowly opened his eyes. The animatronics were standing a few feet away from him, watching hopefully. Foxy blinked as he fully gathered his surroundings. He was still laying on the stage.
He got to his feet, a blank expression on his face. Once he had fully gotten stood up, he gazed at the room for a moment, before finally looking towards the others. He began to shuffle towards them, almost in a mindless manner. Once he had gotten up to them, he stopped. Then he held up his hands and examined them. They were white...with pink nails. He tested his fingers, wiggling them carefully. He stayed silent throughout it.
Then he looked back at the others.
"I'm...I'm here." He muttered, staring at the others. "I'm...back. I'm back. Oh my...oh my god! I'm back!" Finally, the blank expression was replaced by a grin. "YES! I'M BACK! I'M HERE! I'M MYSELF! YEEEEESSS!" He jumped for joy, laughing loudly as he rejoiced. "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! AND...and..." He stopped celebrating, and looked at the others, who were smiling. He smiled back. "Guys...guys...GUYS! Freddy! Puppet! Ballora!"
"Foxy! You're back to normal!" Funtime Freddy cheered happily, running up and giving Foxy a big hug. "Oh, happy days!"
"So glad to see you again, Freddy." Foxy sighed, breaking the hug and grinning at the animatronic bear. He then looked over at Ballora. "Ballora! Hi!"
"Hi, Foxy." She greeted, nodding. "Good to see you're back to your old self."
"Thanks! And...Puppet?"
"Yep, it's me!" Puppet said. "Hi, buddy!"
"Hey! Glad everyone's here. So, guys...I'm going to take a guess here and say that I was being weird because I thought I was a human."
"Yeah, you did." Freddy answered, nodding. "I don't think I like that form. You tried to rip our heads off."
"I did? Sorry about that, I guess. I'm just so used to doing things like that with the security guards."
"Wait, but we've never ripped off a guard's head before." Ballora reminded him.
"Yeah, but I have dreams about it sometimes."
"Hmm, interesting. Yeah, I guess we can put that 'taking out the guard' idea on the list."
"Sounds good. So...wow." Foxy was staring at Freddy, who, like Foxy, was in the 'Funtime' model now. "These are the new suits. I didn't get to see them earlier because they deactivated me when they changed my suit and then shipped me off to this place. But, wow, I wish I could've seen it earlier. These new suits look awesome."
"Yeah, they are pretty nice." Freddy agreed. "I'm fond of them. Good way to live as we take out security guards."
"Security guards? Wait, wasn't there one here today?"
"Um, yeah."
"Dang, of course I had to go crazy on the SAME DAY another guard comes! Guys, did I miss the current guard? Did I do anything to help at all? I can remember that his name was...Philip, or something...but I can't remember if I did anything. Did I?"
"You were there when he was around." Ballora began. "As for the security guard...well...let's just say, he hit rock bottom. Really, really hard."
"Yeah, he was a really TRASHY security guard, I must admit." Freddy joked, getting a laugh out of Ballora.
"Trashy?" Foxy processed. "That means...did he fall down the trash chute?! No way! Did I do anything to help make him fall down there?"
"Actually, yes." Ballora confirmed. "You were the one who pushed him down there to begin with."
"Wow, really? Even in the state I was, I still managed to take him out? Awesome! Wow, even when I'm broken, I'm still the most awesome animatronic here!"
"Eh, gonna have to disagree with you there." Freddy said. "I really think that the title of the 'best' should go to me."
"What?! No way!" Ballora denied. "It's CLEARLY me! I've been at this location longer than you OR Foxy!"
"No, no, I'm the best." Puppet interrupted. "And I'm not even from the same location as you guys."
"Yeah, actually, I was going to ask: why are you here, Puppet?" Foxy asked. "Weren't you supposed to stay at the other location, or what?"
"I was, but not anymore. I live here now!"
"You do?"
"Yep. I have my own free will, so I decided to move in here. I might rent out a spot in this place for a few months. Maybe I'll stay permanently."
"Oh, sure, then. By the way...I can see that you still have the same suit on as you did the last time I saw you. What gives? They gave everybody else a new suit, but not you."
"Well, if it ain't broke, don't fix it."
"...I'm going to ignore that burn."
"So, what are you guys doing in my room?"
"Good question." Foxy answered. "I guess that when I was still in my weird human state, I thought this would be the best place to hide from the others, who were chasing me. But, this place is probably a bad place to hide. Nothing in this room could've possibly helped me. I wonder why I thought like that..."
"Eh, you probably just had a few screws loose or something like that." Freddy guessed. "Nothing too bad."
"Yeah, that could've been the reason. Well, whatever the reason was, doesn't matter now, 'cause I'm back to normal-" Foxy paused. He had finally noticed that Freddy had a blue hand in place of the area where... "Hey, Freddy, where's Bonnie? Shouldn't he be on your hand, because he's a hand-puppet now?"
Freddy frowned. "Oh, Bonnie. He's...gone. Missing. He was here today, but some things happened, and...he ran away. We haven't found him since."
"You haven't?! Ugh, that isn't good. We'd better make it a priority to find him. And...wait a second! Ballora, where's...where's Baby?"
Ballora gasped, then looked down at her feet as tears began to well up at her eyes. "We...we don't talk about Baby..."
"Come on, don't be like that! Baby's the owner of this place! Where is she?!"
"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE WENT! SHE JUST WENT MISSING...AND...I CAN'T FIND HER!"
"Oh, here we go again..." Freddy groaned.
Ballora scowled at the pink-white bear. "QUIET, FREDDY! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOSE A BEST FRIEND!"
Freddy shook his head. "No, I definitely do..."
"WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID?"
"Uh, nevermind."
"YEAH, BE QUIET! LEAVE ME...ALONE..."
"Ballora, stop yelling! Calm down!" Foxy said. "I'm sure Baby is around somewhere. We'll find her."
"But, Baby...she...she...she just..."
"Please don't cry on my floor. Please don't." Puppet muttered, his eyes switching from looking at the floor to looking at Ballora.
"I...I'm going to my room!" Ballora whined, and she turned around and ran away, heading down the big hall towards her room.
"Dang it, Freddy! Look what you did!" Foxy exclaimed, annoyed. "You upset her! Why'd you have to be like that?"
"I did, didn't I?" Freddy replied, shrugging. "Well, guess we'd better go after her."
"Fine, let's go and console her. She's gonna need it." Foxy began to leave, then turned around and waved at Puppet. "Bye, Puppet. See you later."
"Uh...okay. Later, I guess." Puppet said, waving as Foxy and Freddy left the room.
"Hey, Freddy?" Foxy asked as he and the bear walked towards Ballora's room.
"Yeah, Foxy?" Freddy replied.
"Does Ballora act like she did back there...often?"
"Eh...well, I wouldn't say often, but she does do it from time to time. And it could happen anytime. So, my advice is to always be prepared for it."
"Okay, I will."
Foxy and Freddy had reached the opposite end of the big hallway, and were now standing in front of a set out double doors, which led to Ballora's room.
The two of them looked at each other, nodded, and then faced the door again. Foxy reached out and grabbed the handle of one of the doors, then pulled it and pushed the door open. He and Freddy went inside.
Ballora's room was perhaps the most diverse room Foxy had seen so far. It was wide, for starters. The walls, instead of a single color and then white for the stripes, had stripes of white, purple, salmon pink, and red. Around half of the room had purple carpets for flooring. A table with a couch was set on either side of this part of the room. A few rows of red plush chairs faced the other side of the room: a big stage that stretched from one wall to the other. The stage had a platform not unlike the ones on the main to stage on the right side of it. There was a big piano sitting in the stage's right side corner. Behind the platform was a small balloon stand, with balloons of varying colors waiting there. There was a door on the wall to the left of the stage, which Foxy supposed led to some sort of backstage.
Speaking of the platform, that was what Ballora was crouched behind, and she was still silently weeping to herself. She only glanced at Foxy and Freddy as they came in.
Meanwhile, Foxy looked around at the room. He had to admit, it wasn't his favorite. The walls were too many colors, and the stage was too empty, and there were other things he wanted to nitpick, too.
"Wow, I'm already wishing I wasn't here." He blurted out without thinking. "This room is extremely colorful, but not in the way I like it."
"You...you don't even like my room?!" Ballora gasped from where she hid. "YOU GUYS JUST HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT ME!" Her crying became noisier.
"No, wait! I didn't mean any of that!" Foxy exclaimed. He hadn't wanted to offend Ballora. "Ballora, stay calm, okay? I know what I said, but I promise you that your room is actually really awesome. One of the best in the pizzeria."
Ballora ceased crying for a moment and looked over at Foxy. "R-really?"
"Yeah! There's lot of things about this room that are cool! Like...oh, I don't know..." Foxy quickly looked around the room until he noticed the rows of red chairs. "...the seating!" He went and sat down on one of the chairs. "It's super comfy! Everyone likes chairs like that!"
Unexpectedly, Ballora's slight smile disappeared, and the tears began to well up again. "That's...that's...THAT'S WHAT BABY SAID!" Her crying restarted, and it was even louder this time.
"Wait, no! I didn't know that Baby said that...aw, great, she's already back to sadness land."
"Say, uh...I think it's almost morning." Freddy spoke up, backing towards the door. "And, uh, I'm kinda tired, so...bye!" Freddy turned around and ran out of the room.
"HEY!" Foxy yelled. "Come on, Freddy! Are you seriously just going to leave me with- argh, he's already gone. That unreliable idiot." Foxy walked back over to Ballora, who was still crouched behind the platform. "Ballora?"
She stopped crying and turned to look at Foxy again. "Y-yes, Foxy?"
"I know you're upset about Baby, but...it's going to be okay. I promise. Tomorrow, I'll gather everyone up, and we'll go and look for her, okay?"
"Okay...Thanks, Foxy..."
"Anytime. Now, make sure to stand on your platform."
"Alright..." Ballora moved onto the platform.
"Good job. Now, I've gotta go and deactivate for the night. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? The grand opening is coming soon, so Baby will have to show up eventually."
"That's true, I guess."
"Yeah. Well, I'm going." Foxy started towards the door.
"Okay. Bye, Foxy."
"Bye!"
Foxy left Ballora's room, closing the door behind him.
Foxy was walking through the main room towards Funtime Cove, thinking to himself as he ambled on his way.
All these new people are...interesting. He thought. That ballerina sure is a volcano of emotions, more so than I thought when I first met her. I'd better be more careful around her. Until then, I think I'll get to bed. All that running around made me tired. Huh...you know, I wonder why I suddenly though I was human. What could've happened to make me malfunction like that? Were my systems faulty? Did somebody mess with me while I was asleep? Well, maybe in time I'll get answers to all of these questions.
As Foxy passed through the main room, he noticed that Freddy was onstage, already deactivated and sleeping like the bear said he would. At the moment, the bear was snoring rather loudly.
Foxy grinned at Freddy. So he's already gone to sleep. Heh, I wish I had a marker on me right now. I could draw on his face and prank him when he wakes up! Mmm...nah, maybe another night.
Foxy went through the doorway on the right that he had seen earlier, and now he was in a new room. The walls were yellow-white striped, like the main room. The room, however, was also very, very empty. All that Foxy could see was a small stage in the corner, with a large purple curtain. His cove.
Wow, this is my room. Foxy thought. It looks similar to my old cove back at the last pizzeria. Guess I've gotta thank the company for letting me have my own stage again.
Foxy walked up to the cove and reached out, grabbing the purple curtains. He drew them open slightly, giving him enough room to inch into the cove. He closed the curtains behind him, casting him in perfect darkness. Foxy smiled at this. The darkness would be great for him to sleep in.
At last, my first day is done. He sighed in his thoughts. I've solved the problems, met everyone, and found my place in this location. Now all that's left to do is to sleep here for the first time in my life. Better not keep that last part waiting, heh heh. Good night, pizzeria. Good night, and see you tomorrow. I can tell I've got a long, good life ahead of me.
Foxy deactivated himself, ending the first day in his new home, and recharging himself for the new life that he had started. The new adventure had finally begun...
And somewhere inside of him, something still lurked. Its plan had failed, and now it was still trapped, stuck inside what it loathed.
As it was there, it looked up through the mindscape, up over at the presence now in control of the body, and its heart filled with anger.
"This isn't over. One day, Foxy, one day- I will get what I desire. Just you wait and see."
And done. Finally, I have completed a revised version of the first chapter. Phew.
I think I did well, personally. I'm proud of how it turned out. If anyone wants to comment on it (whether to agree or disagree with me) then leave a review.
Or, continue to the next chapter if you'd like to keep reading.
Bye, everybody.
