THE REBOOT

AN: Ayooo. Welcome back to my Fanfiction. Or should I say, welcome to my new—and improved—Detective Springtrap series! Why, you ask? Well. I've gotten worried about where the old one was headed. The ending I had planned was kinda hard to set up, the context clues I had put down were not matching because I had sorta switched endings in between everything, and the character arc for Springtrap was turning him into a vengeful, deep-fried piece of good ol' American scumbag. And that's kind of hard to swallow for me. I truly love this series and definitely want to continue it, but that begged the question—how? How would I fix my plotlines? My plotholes? My absolute disregard for censorship or human decency in these fanfictions? Well, this was my answer. Create a whole new, better, improved detective Springtrap story. A whole new plot, (Not Really), a new overarching villain across the whole series (Yes, very much), and anything else that can help me sleep at night. Now, you guys will have the story that my past self could not give you: The story you deserve. Written in mediocre writing at best, but that can change with time.

Now let the 4 Horsemen of the Fanfiction-pocalypse reign!

Editor: Haha, no, it's not reigning right now. I need to put my own little piece in! Well, welcome back. This idiot went into the fanfiction, guns blazing, and forgot that stories need to be set up first. Not like I'm any different, but still. So now he's rebooting the story. He also forgot I was the editor for the second installment of the original story and put out chapters UNEDITED. Bruh, I was so pissed. But anyway, I really hope you enjoy his new vision for this year's old fanfiction series and appreciate the effort we put into making it interesting. So yeah. Now we can let the "4 Horsemen of the Fanfiction-pocalypse" reign!

E is me, the editor (Peace Love, now Rose Redz 3).

A is Sad Fox, the author. (Now Endcystal)

You'll understand what this is for, later. ;)

Tina Chica, or TC, as she liked to call herself, was upset.

She stopped right in her tracks as soon as she saw her boyfriend and the new girl talking. In front of her locker!

'I don't know if you've ever been in a relationship, but you clearly should NOT flirt with other girls while being in a said relationship! Are you an idiot or something? Because that is idiot behavior!'

She did not, of course, say that to his face. She wanted him to know something was wrong, but not know exactly what. TC liked to be mysteriou–confusing. It got her what she wanted, at least. She always gets what she wants.

So she gave him her best harsh glare. He looked over at her, and his laugh slowly died off. Her gaze felt like the cold tundra with its below-freezing winds—making Foxy shiver. He hated when she gave him that look–like she could murder him if she wanted without a second thought.

"What's wrong Foxy?" Roxanne asked, grabbing him by the shoulder. She was always a little bit too handsy. Enough that TC would glare at her every time she touched him. But then again, she was hilarious and very self-confident. Not to mention a little self-serving too.

"Foxy, hellooooo? Foxy?" He was awoken from his trance by Roxanne (A: I know I spelled her name wrong, it's a new take on her ok?), snapping her fingers at him.

"Wha- yeah?" He asked, utterly clueless about what was to happen.

How he couldn't save her.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP"

His alarm woke him up. Foxy was having that dream again. That dream of her.

They never found the body you know.

He was starting to see her everywhere, hear her voice around every turn, his mind making excuses for where she was. It was like she was there with him, clutching his arm, flicking his forehead. Except she wasn't. She was gone.

TC didn't like how spacy he was being. He was spacy enough before, but now this was too much. She was trying her best to save their relationship, but her attempts were dragged down by Foxy's constant torment. It seems they might break up.

Foxy finally got up from his bed, his face stricken with anguish. He sighed.

Another day, and a deeper fall into depression.

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After doing his morning routine, he would sit at the kitchen table in silence. He had woken up way before his mom or his brother. It was still 5 am. This gave him 2 hours before he had to go to school. In these two hours, he tried his best to distract himself from everything. He'd watch some TV, Wash his mom's car, listen to an audiobook, anything but think about her.

"Bro, can you do these nice, helpful things, but can you shut up about them?" His brother's voice behind him said. "You know you can like, not be loud right?"

Foxy was barely paying attention to anything his younger brother said. He was vacuuming the rug. He was almost mindless. To him, life was not something to be cherished-

(It was your fault.)

-it was to be crushed.

AN: Ayo, wassup my guys. And girls, if we even have anyone still reading this. Being inactive for like 4 months or so is tiring. So here I am, back because of boredom and cause I have time (and have nothing else to do) to write. Also, I had an extreme case of writer's block. And when I say extreme, I mean like almost quitting fanfiction because like, why would you write stories on a place called if I can't write a good sentence?

But anyway, I hope y'all like the reboot. It took a lot of time and effort to write a good plot line, so if it doesn't suck, tell me! In any way you can. Whether it would be reviews or private messaging. I'll check I swear.

But anyway,

Stay Salty Y'all.