Chapter 2 is here. It's a little short but I hope y'all enjoy.
After a moment of silence, Roxanne snapped out of her thoughts and looked around. Even though she heard everything the teen had said before he left and knew what he was doing, the emptiness of the animatronic's Green Room brought a sense of loneliness to Roxanne.
The same loneliness that has plagued her since her debut two months ago.
The animatronic frowned at the memory and her ears folded back against her skull. It was an unpleasant memory for Roxanne. When she was first commissioned and gained consciousness, Roxanne was told that she would be replacing an old fan favorite. The name "Foxy" immediately clicked in her robotic brain, and Roxanne knew she had big shoes to fill. On the first day of the performance, no screaming crowds were cheering for her or the band; it was only silence. Then, they started booing her. Despite what Freddy and the gang told her repeatedly, Roxanne knew the crowds directed their dissatisfaction towards her. "Foxy the Pirate Fox" had been a favorite since the late 80s when the franchise first rose in popularity. To have her replaced by a complete stranger with no explanation caused an uproar. But, as with most things, time passed, and people grew to love Roxanne Wolf - even if it was for the wrong reasons.
Roxanne looked down at herself and sighed. 'Why do I have to look like this?' her mind wailed in despair. With a frown, Roxanne reached up with both hands and grabbed the two melon-sized mounds attached to her chest. A shiver shot up her metal spine when her digits brushed over the erect nipples poking through the crop top, but Roxanne ignored it, knowing all too well what it meant.
Whoever had designed her and approved of her design were perverted and sick in the head. Who in their right mind would slap boobs on a sentient machine meant for entertaining children!? No one, that's who!
Roxanne sighed and moved her clawed hands further down her body, over her slim stomach, and to her shapely hips. From there, she went behind and grabbed a handful of her large, bubbly butt, feeling up the soft fabric that covered the round globes and upper thighs. At least they had the decency to cover my entire body, honesty-wise. That's the only reason I'm still making kids laugh and a sense of believing I'm the best.
Roxanne sighed again, releasing her butt, and walked to her dressing table and mirror. Her mind wandered to the boy she found in the Green Room, her Green Room. She never got a name from him, but that was fine with her as they were in a rush; she'd get one later. He was a teen, claiming he was fifteen years of age, even though he was pretty short for his age. But Roxanne didn't really care much about that. What really concerned her was the fact that he was an orphan. She couldn't imagine what it would've been like to grow up without parents. Roxanne felt sorry for the teen, especially since she automatically assumed he was as perverted as the other teens his age. But to be fair, many of them had requested the same thing she thought the boy wanted. It turned out to not be the case, much to her relief. Understandably, she had grown tired of that kind of attention.
"Roxanne!" The boy's hushed voice snapped Roxanne from her thoughts, and she shook her head.
"Yeah, kid? What's up?" she asked, using her built-in radio to communicate with the boy's Fazwatch.
"I found the Backstage Pass, and I'm making my way back to your room," he replied.
Roxanne let out a relieved sigh and smiled softly. "That's great, kid. I'll be waiting for you."
"Okay. See you soon!" Silence fell in the room once more, and Roxanne felt that sense of loneliness creeping on her. But it was soon chased away when she heard a knock on her door. Roxanne jumped slightly at the sudden noise, but she composed herself and waited for the boy to unlock her door. A moment later, the door opened, revealing the disheveled teen smiling widely at her. "You ready to stretch your legs, Roxy?"
Roxanne blinked incredulously at the boy, taken aback by the use of her unofficial nickname - courtesy of the rest of the band. But Roxanne dismissed the minor discomfort with a quick shake of her head and smiled at him. "Sure thing, kid. Say, before we move on any further, I never did get your name."
"Oh," he said, a slight blush touching his cheeks. "Right, sorry. M-my name's Gregory. I don't have a last name because, well, you know."
Roxanne hummed in thought, nodding once in acknowledgment. "Yeah, I know. Now, come on. We're wasting time here. Let's get you out of this place before it closes." She stepped around the teen and walked out of her room.
"Okay," Gregory said, following closely to her. "But, uh, what's this 'shortcut' you mentioned?"
"Since you don't have the proper security clearance," Roxanne began, gesturing for him to walk at her side instead of behind. "And the PizzaPlex is closing soon; we can't go through the Main Atrium and make it to the elevators that take you up to the Entrance Lobby. Instead, we'll go through the maintenance tunnels beneath the PizzaPlex, where all the locations are connected by said tunnels."
Gregory slowly nodded, although he appeared uncomfortable with the idea. "I see. Well, I guess it's better than nothing, right?" He laughed nervously, rubbing his arm in a show of slight anxiety. Roxanne took notice of this but said nothing as she led the teen through Rockstar Row.
Despite meeting under less-than-desirable circumstances, Gregory left an impression on Roxanne. Gregory was a bit quirky, as was expected of a boy his age. But he seemed more...tame than most teenagers, and he wasn't as 'thirsty' as her other fans. Roxanne was grateful for that fact. She was inclined to get to know Gregory a little better before he left the PizzaPlex. Perhaps ask him a couple questions.
A smile crossed her mechanical lips before it dropped. Again, that would have to wait; they had arrived at the door leading to the maintenance tunnels.
It was time to get this show on the road.