Hey folks! I apologize for being silent for so long (again). Work, other 'obligations', and my depression have been getting in the way of writing. But that won't stop me from doing what I love the most (aside from playing video games and selling my soul to the Almighty Gaijin Snail).

Anyway, I had a bit of a break from my original stories and was working on some side projects. They'll be released at a later date - probably next year - and I can't wait to share them with you!

Alright, enough blabber. Let's get to the good stuff. Enjoy the long awaited Chapter 3! :D

Summary: Roxy and Gregory make some small talk regarding the gang, including Roxy, Monty, and Chica's designs; an old favorite finally awakes from a deep slumber.

Start up reboot sequence...

Reboot in progress...standby

Reboot complete

Running diagnostics check...standby

Diagnostics complete

Errors found:...0

Initiate activation procedure...

Activation complete

Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's MegaPizzaplex!

Sponsored by Afton Robotics

Designation: Foxy the Pirate Fox

Occupation: Staff member/employee/stage performer

Last active: 3 months ago.

Activating optical sensors

Activating extrasensory systems

Activating locomotive systems

Activation complete

'Welcome back, Foxy,' said a monotone voice, cutting through the empty silence.

The fox animatronic groaned tiredly as her eyes slowly blinked open. Immediately, she was met with inky-black darkness surrounding her. She huffed and smacked the side of her head roughly with a dull thud, rattling whatever loose components were within. Then Foxy blinked again, and everything within her field of vision was bathed in a faint golden light.

"What in da' blazes?" her voicebox crackled to life with a slight accent. "Did da' crew finally have enough of ol' Foxy and throw me to da' sharks? 'Sharks', being the broken, discarded remains of bare endoskeletons, their empty, lifeless shells serving as Foxy's bed for the past three months.

A sigh slipped from the faux-pirate's mouth as she lay there in thought. If it wasn't Freddy and the old gang who threw her away, who did? As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Foxy realized it was a silly question with an obvious answer. She finally recalled sitting in her Green Room after a stellar performance from her and the gang, polishing the hook that adorned her right hand. Then in a flash, Foxy found herself lying face-up on an operating table, her vision rapidly clouding with darkness. She could remember hearing the mechanics and technicians discussing amongst themselves - although it was faint - about her replacement. They didn't mention a name before Foxy succumbed to her entire system shutting down and was put to rest without knowing who her successor was.

A faint noise in the distance snapped Foxy from her reminiscing thoughts, and she looked at the mess around her. Nothing but silence followed, prompting the fox pirate to sigh and decide to get out of this scrap heap. With some difficulty, Foxy barely managed to rise to her feet without stumbling and losing her balance. She may be a machine, but she was not exempt from the effects of the so-called 'pins and needles' humans occasionally suffered from. Once Foxy was steady on her feet, a little jingle played in her head, and she hummed along with it:

"Dum-dum-dum-dum, dum-dum doodly doodly doo. A pirate's life for me."

Foxy the Pirate Vixen was back in business.

The walk down into the maintenance tunnels was one made in relative silence. Aside from Roxanne's heavy metallic footsteps and the occasional rat scuttling across the floor, the silence hung thick in the air. Roxanne and Gregory stole glances at each other now and then, but neither attempted to make conversation. Why would they? In a few minutes, Gregory would wait outside the PizzaPlex for the police to take him back to the orphanage, so they would not need to make acquaintances.

Orphanage...

The word left a sour taste in Roxanne's mouth whenever she thought of it. She couldn't imagine someone like Gregory going through childhood without some sort of parental figure. Being a high-tech machine with the latest up-to-date information about the human world has benefits. And drawbacks. Thanks to this, Roxanne and the rest of the gang knew how to care for young children appropriately. However, to Roxanne, at least, Gregory was a peculiar case. Never before has she had to deal with an orphan, specifically a teenage orphan, a teenage orphan trapped in the PizzaPlex after hours.

She sighed and shook her head, finding this entire situation ridiculous. But at least Gregory kept good company, even if he was silent and mainly kept to himself.

Roxanne spared one final glance at the teenager before she made up her mind and decided to break the stifling silence.

"So, Gregory," she began, drawing out her words. The teen looked up at her expectantly. "What made you choose my room out of all the others?"

Gregory tilted his head to the side in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Roxanne shrugged, averting her attention to the dark path ahead. "You had the rest of the gang's Green Rooms to choose from as your hiding spots, so why mine? You've already proven that you're not a pervert like the other kids your age, so it wasn't for that reason."

"Oh," Gregory said in realization. "Yeah. Um, well, I didn't choose your room of my own will, per se. I was hiding in the vents and started to get claustrophobic. By chance, I found your space in my frantic scramble to get out of there. Why do you ask?"

Feeling put on the spot, Roxanne did her best to not stumble over her words but failed miserably. "N-no reason, kid. You should be glad you got stuck with me. Just...curious, is all." She cleared her throat and fixed herself. "I find the others, especially Freddy, to be unbearable. No pun intended. Chica's all right, but she has a major flaw in her programming that forces her to have an eating disorder."

"Wait, you guys can eat?" Gregory asked, bewildered.

Roxanne nodded. "Yep. It's some weird science BS where we can function the way humans do down to the tee. We eat certain items - like an apple, for example - and our overly-complicated bodies break it down into biofuel and powers our systems." She waved her hand dismissively. "But that's just the English version of an essay-length explanation that I'm sure you're not particularly interested in, I'm sure."

Gregory nodded with a slight shrug. "You're right. It does sound pretty cool, though. And needlessly complicated. Why not slap a battery in you guys and have charging stations throughout the PizzaPlex?"

"We do have those, believe it or not. But to not disappoint the guests - or whatever it is that corporate wants - they built the four of us with that function with the plan that we can run for hours on end without running off to a charging station and standing there for 30 minutes." Roxanne shrugged. "It's an idea, but I don't think it was a great one. Chica is that reason."

"Ah," Gregory nodded in understanding. "Okay. What about Monty or Freddy? Wait, no. Scratch Monty off of there. He sounds like he has anger issues."

Roxanne chuckled at the mention of her reptilian friend. "Yeah, she does. But that's only once every blue moon. Monty's pretty chill the rest of the time."

"Wait, she?"

Roxanne nodded. "Yep. Monty's a girl. A huge girl everyone mistakes for a guy because of her muscles."

"Does she have, you know," Gregory paused and made a lifting gesture with his hands near his chest.

Roxanne paused, looked down at the teen, saw what he was doing, and nearly burst out laughing. "Does Monty have boobs? Of course, she does! She just wears a top that blends in with her main body."

Gregory blushed and dropped his hands. "Oh, okay. Sorry."

The wolf chuckled and ruffled the teen's hair. "No need to apologize, kid. You're old enough to know about that stuff because of school and everything."

"I know," he mumbled, barely loud enough for Roxanne to hear him. "It's just...embarrassing, you know? I'm not a prude or anything, but talking about it makes me a little uncomfortable."

"You mean, you respect women and all that shiz?"

Gregory looked away and nodded slightly. "Yeah, something like that. Sure...boobs are nice to look at, but I'm kind of reserved when it's come to the subject."

"Hey, it's all good, Gregory. I don't mind it that much. Except when people openly point out I have giant boobs, and they want to stuff their faces into them." Roxanne made a face of disgust. "I still don't know why those tech nerds thought giving Chica, Monty, and me these things was a good idea. We're supposed to be 'family-friendly'." She ended her sentence with air quotes. Then she sighed and shook her head. "Oh well. What's done is done, anyway. Back to our main topic.

"As for Freddy, he had a malfunction and is in Low Power Mode until they find out what's wrong with him. So you'd be stuck in there all night until morning. Or he decided to wake up for some reason." Roxanne shrugged. "Just my thought."

Gregory opened his mouth to add something else, but the distant voice of Vanessa, the security guard, echoing in the tunnels froze him and Roxanne in their tracks.

"Hello! Little boy? If you're down here, say something!"

A moment of panic settled into Gregory until a realization hit him, and he scowled darkly. "Hey!" he hissed. "I'm not a little boy!" Then he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him and two shapes pressing against his back, and he was spirited away to wherever Roxanne was taking him.

"We can worry about misidentification later, kid. Now keep quiet while I find a spot to hide you."

Gregory grumbled, none too happy about this entire situation so far.