A 'What If?' scenario that I'm sure many people have done before, but none to the degree of what I've done. A Roxanne Wolf x Gregory fanfiction where Gregory has Roxanne as his guardian instead of Freddy. But with a few twists.

First off, Foxy the Pirate was heavily mentioned in the second chapter from the previous, and I had a lot of people asking me if she or Chica were going to become part of Gregory's Harem.

The short answer is yes.

The long answer is a bit complicated.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first revision of I'm Your Favorite, Right?

Summary: Gregory is trapped inside Freddy Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex, and his only hope of having any chance of escaping lies in the cold, metallic claws of the insecure Roxanne Wolf. However, deep beneath the PizzaPlex lies an ancient evil that has plagued the Fazbear Franchise for a half-century. With the unexpected help of an old friend, Gregory and Roxanne race not only to save the Fazbear gang but also to vanquish the evil for good.

Great, just great. He was lost inside a mega mall run by robots and a freaky security guard. How he had ended up in this situation escaped him. One moment, Gregory was enjoying the primary performance and pigging out on a pizza pie in front of him. The next, he found himself locked away in one of many security offices. He escaped, but he now had Vanessa, the head security guard, chasing after him.

Gregory sighed as he crawled his way through the vents of the so-called PizzaPlex. He needed a good place to hide quick. Already he could hear the signature tink-tink-tink of the wind-up Music Man toys behind him. He shuddered when he first encountered them after getting lost soon after he escaped from the security office. They were freaky as hell, and Gregory hated them. He would have nightmares for weeks now.

Thanks, Fazbear Entertainment!

After a few more seconds of shambling through the air ducts, Gregory came to a grate that was large enough for him to bust through and get out of this dusty prison. Acting as quickly – and quietly – as possible, the fifteen-year-old shifted so that his feet were in front of him and kicked at the grate until it finally gave way and fell to the ground with a dull clatter. He climbed out and jumped down, landing with a soft grunt and finding that the ground beneath him was carpet. Puzzled, Gregory stood up and brushed himself down before looking around the room he was now in. That was when he spotted the elephant in the room, and nearly jumped out of his skin as he let out a girly scream:

Standing in front of a mirror, appearing as if it were nothing but a statue, was the one and only Roxanne Wolf.

Gregory clutched at his heaving chest, trying to catch his breath and calm his pounding heart. His brown eyes fixed themselves on the wolf animatronic, dressed in an 80s-styled outfit. But what stood out most to Gregory was Roxanne's busty and curvy figure. This perplexed the teen, as he thought that the animatronics were supposed to be 'kid-friendly', and Roxanne Wolf's appearance was anything but. The spandex top she wore was stretched tight over her chest, and upon closer observation, Gregory could make out Roxanne's nipples through the fabric. He made a face and shook his head. What kind of pervert designed this and thought it was okay to expose young kids to it?

Gregory was interrupted from his thoughts when he spotted movement from the risqué animatronic. His eyes widened in a panic, and he frantically searched for a place to hide. There wasn't much, but Gregory would have to make do for now as the teen rushed over to the couch and hid behind it. He silently prayed that he hadn't been spotted by Roxanne before hiding himself. After uttering his prayer, Gregory waited with bated breath for the animatronic to awaken and - hopefully - not notice his presence.

The animatronic in question slowly roused herself from her systematic slumber, throwing her arms up in the air and yawning loudly. A brief silence followed before it was broken by a sigh and the cadence of heavy, robotic footsteps. Feeling daring despite his internal protests, Gregory peeked over the edge of the couch, once the footsteps had ceased, to get a better look at the animatronic. However, he instead found himself staring into the gold-amber eyes of Roxanne Wolf herself.

With a surprised squeal, Gregory jumped back and wedged himself deeper behind the couch. That ultimately proved fruitless as Roxanne merely moved it to the side and effectively cornered Gregory. Roxanne was poised to pounce on the teen, her knees slightly bent and her arms outstretched towards him. Her eyes were narrowed, and the corners of her mouth were curled upwards in a snarl. Gregory gulped, believing this was his end; this is how he would die: torn to shreds by a sexy robot wolf when all he wanted was to leave this place. What a way to go.

As Gregory closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable, he silently wished he'd stayed with his school group instead of wandering off alone. But after some time had passed, and he wasn't lying on the carpeted floor bleeding profusely from torn limbs, Gregory slowly opened his eyes and looked up at his would-be killer.

Roxanne's demeanor had turned a complete one-eighty, and she stared at him with...disappointment? Her eyes were now half-lidded, her mouth morphing into a frown. What came out of said mouth caught Gregory by surprise:

"Let me guess, you want a picture of your face stuffed between my tits?" Gregory's face flushed, and he shook his head slowly in confusion. Roxanne let out an exasperated sigh, straightening her posture and placing her paws on her shapely hips. "Why else would you sneak into my room? You're a teenager, right? A boy teenager?" Gregory opened his mouth to protest, but Roxanne held up a hand and stopped him from doing so. "Look, I get it. You're hormonal. You like girls, and nothing turns you on more than the 'one and only Roxanne Wolf.'" She sighed and shook her head, gazing at the carpeted floor. "But I'm getting sick and tired of that kind of attention. It doesn't help that I have a body like this," she emphasized by gesturing to her curvy body.

"Well, I-" Gregory began, but Roxanne cut him off again.

"I don't want to hear it. Just give me your phone, so we can get this over with."

"But I don't have a phone!" Gregory shouted before he slapped a hand over his mouth. "S-sorry."

Roxanne stared at him perplexedly, her head tilting to the side. "You...don't have a phone? Then...what are you doing in my room?"

Looking around the room as if searching for potential eavesdroppers, Gregory lowered his voice to a whisper and said, "I'm hiding from the crazy security guard."

"'Crazy security guard?'" Roxanne repeated, a small smile creasing her muzzle. "You mean Vanessa? Sure she might be a bit rough around the edges, but that's how she does her job. Calling her 'crazy' is a stretch, don't you think?"

Gregory shook his head as he rose to his feet. "No, it isn't. I'm sure she locked me up in the security office after drugging my pizza and soda."

Roxanne's expression turned dark, and she scowled at the teen. "Now that's taking it too far, kid. Why in the world would she drug you? Much less lock you up in the security office?" Then she dropped her scowl, and her eyes widened. "Wait, what time is it?"

Gregory shrugged. "Heck, if I know. I don't have a watch on me. But the place is pretty empty, so I assume almost closing time."

Roxanne lunged at Gregory and grabbed his arms, pressing her nose against his. "When did you get here?"

The teen gulped and replied nervously. "A little after one o'clock. I came here with my high school group for a field trip, but I wandered off because everyone was picking on me. The last thing I remember is watching you and the gang perform on stage before everything went dark. The next thing I know, I wake up in a locked security office."

"How did you get out?" Roxanne asked, releasing Gregory and giving him some space.

"I found a screwdriver and escaped through the vents. I didn't hear anyone in this place except for those tiny spider bots." He suppressed a shudder at the memory.

Roxanne snorted lightly and crossed her arms over her chest. "You mean the wind-up Music Man toys? Ha! Music Man himself is larger than life. Just wait til you see him in person."

Gregory shook his head. "I'd rather not," he said, suppressing a shudder. "Normal-sized spiders are one thing. But a giant spider? Bleh. No thanks."

Roxanne chuckled and put her hands on her hips. "Yeah, I hear you. But he's a chill guy and lots of fun to hang with once you get to know him. Could do without the massive size, though." She shook her head. "Alright, enough chit-chat. We need to get you out of here before this place closes. Do you know the way out?"

Gregory nodded affirmatively.

"Good. I would help you get there, but I can't due to some things. One, I'm locked in my room from the outside. The elevator leading down to Parts and Service won't work unless there's a show in a few minutes. Two, you're a teenager and can most likely make it out yourself."

Gregory frowned at the wolf animatronic. "Well, gee. Thanks for the vote of confidence. Just because I'm fifteen doesn't automatically make me independent. Besides, it's not like I can walk out into the night and back to the orphanage when there's a bunch of creeps and weirdos waiting in the shadows." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I'd rather take my chances here, thank you very much."

Roxanne blinked at him incredulously. "You...you're an orphan?" Gregory nodded ashamedly. "O-oh. I...I didn't know. Sorry, kid." She sighed, and her ears drooped slightly before they perked up again. "Okay, how about this. I can help you escape this place before it closes for the night."

"But?" Gregory said, looking up at Roxanne expectantly.

Roxanne shrugged. "But nothing. I'll just help you out. That's all there is to it."

"But the way you worded it sounded like there was a 'but' or something I needed to do in return."

"I know, kid," she said, nodding her head with a sigh. "I don't need anything from you except to unlock the door to my room. You'll need a Backstage Pass or whatever to do so."

"Well, where can I get one?" Gregory inquired, happy they were now moving forward instead of sitting here and wasting time.

"I'll get to that soon. Be patient," Roxanne replied with an impatient huff. "Before you go anywhere, though, we need a way to keep in touch in case we get separated. I have a Fazwatch somewhere in here. Give me a second." With that, she wandered off to her dressing table and sifted through its contents for the supposed 'Fazwatch'. After a half minute of searching, Roxanne let out a triumphant cry and walked back to Gregory with a small object in one of her hands. "Here you go, Rockstar. It's yours to keep for the time being. Next time you visit, be sure to give it back." She held out her hand, and Gregory accepted the gift when it dropped into his. He securely fastened it to his left wrist and inspected it with fascinated awe.

"Cool. No one's ever given me a gift quite like this." He looked at her and smiled sincerely. "Thanks, Roxanne."

Something inside Roxanne snapped when Gregory uttered those words and looked her in the eyes afterward. She may be a machine, but deep inside her inner workings, she felt something flutter in her mechanical heart. It made her feel warm, and her systems had to cool her off. Thankfully, Gregory didn't seem to notice and saved Roxanne from the embarrassment of overheating in front of someone she had just met. Roxanne shook her head and smirked at the teen, flipping her hair back. "No problem, kid."

"What does it do?" he asked. "Aside from being your typical watch?"

"It's a limited-edition Fazwatch, kid," Roxanne replied bluntly. "It's not generally given to guests due to security concerns. But we can make an exception in your case." She cleared her throat and put her hands on her hips. "As you said, it's more than your typical watch. It can send and receive messages like a phone does. However, it's special because I can send you voice messages and vice versa."

Gregory slowly nodded in understanding. "I see. That's pretty neat. So, we can talk to each other through this thing? But what about if I need to hide? Won't whoever's looking for me hear you through the watch?"

Roxanne's smirk fell, and she was about to reply, but her words caught in her throat, and she shook her head. "I don't know, kid." She finally said. "I guess you can tell me when you get the chance to do so. Otherwise, I'll keep quiet. But why are we worried about that? You'll be sticking with me for the whole walk to the lobby! I know a shortcut, so you can get out of here in no time."

Gregory smiled with glee. "Great! But first," he looked around the room before returning his gaze to Roxanne. "How do I get out of here?"

Roxanne shrugged. "Same way you came in, I guess. Oh! And you can find a Backstage Pass in the main lobby for Rockstar Row." She sighed and shook her head, looking off to the side. "I can't believe I almost forgot about that," she mumbled.

"Alright, thanks, Roxanne. I'll be back soon!" With that, Gregory disappeared from Roxanne's line of sight and climbed back into the vent from whence he emerged.