Hey there everybody. I've finally got a new chapter for you all. Now that things have calmed down I should be able to update more. Hopefully you enjoy.
Foxy sat up with a start when as the lights came on. He gaped, the blinding light making him squint after so long in darkness. He frowned a bit before his ears perked up at the sound of footsteps heading down the hall. He stood up, panic fluttering through his chest. 'What do I do?!' He thought wildly. He thought back to the few times he'd ever seen the animatronic fox inactive and imitated it, head bowed with his eyes closed and arms dangling limply at his side. The door clicked open, and he resisted opening his uncovered eye in order to look at whoever had entered. The person was whistling some tune as they crossed the room.
"Rise and shine buddy," the person said. There was a heavy clunk and he opened his eyes, peering at the man curiously. It was the pizzeria's owner, Scott. The man peered over at him, looking slightly surprised. "That was a pretty silent turn on," he commented, and Foxy felt his tail twitch with unease, "Maybe someone greased you up recently." Foxy didn't reply, simply watching him. Scott smiled. "Well, I'll go relieve Vincent from guard duty. I'm sure he's eager to go home for a rest."
'Vincent...' Foxy thought back to the man he'd met last night. 'The man who killed me,' he thought bitterly. He'd had a name tag, but he'd never bothered to check it. 'I wonder if that's his name.' Scott exited, leaving the door open as he went. Foxy waited curiously as voices reached him from further into the building. Eventually they grew louder, and Scott passed by the room with this Vincent person. Golden eyes narrowed, and Foxy swallowed down his anger, trying to look normal. The man was indeed his killer, dark, messy brown hair shielding part of his face. Vincent looked over, indigo eyes glittering. He gave a small smirk, replying to a question of Scott's before slipping out of sight. 'He thinks he got away with it,' he internally growled, 'He doesn't know I'm in here.' His heart sank and he sighed. 'And he never will. If I rampage or show that I'm really a person then they might scrap me.' He shuddered at that. The idea of dying again scared him.
The pizzeria was quiet until about noon. He knew because he could watch the clock tick away the hours in his room. The occasional child poked their head in, but before he could even try and pretend to be the pirate fox they expected, they were gone again. Yet when noon rolled by, a pile of kids streamed into his room. They called out to him loudly, staring up at him. One of the pizzeria workers shooed them away from the stage's edge, herding them back behind the safety line on the floor. Foxy flashed a grin, raising his hook hand. Already he was frantically racking his mind for one of Foxy's tales.
"Argh!" he said loudly, "Who be ready for a story or daring adventure?" The children shrieked in excitement, and even the employee looked at him fondly. He recounted one of Foxy's old tales about pirating his ship on open seas in search of a great treasure. The children watched on eagerly, despite the fact that they'd already heard some variant of this story already. He laughed at the children's eagerness, moving animatedly as he recounted his tale. As he finished, the children ran off, looking forward to food and the songs that were being sung on the main stage. He glanced at the clock. 12:20. He had about ten minutes before more children would appear.
The day passed in a blur, and eventually the pizzeria began to close. He huffed out a breath, shaking himself lightly. 'Children sure are hyper,' he thought with a chuckle. Footsteps sounded down the hall and he perked up. Scott smiled at him and he flashed a grin.
"Do ye want ta hear a story mate?" he asked, raising his hook. Scott laughed.
"Not today buddy," he said. The man approached him, and Foxy watched him cautiously until a new voice met him.
"So what is this I hear about a free roaming mode?" Foxy stared as Vincent stepped in. The man seemed unsettled by his stare and he inwardly snickered.
"It's a mode that'll let them move around after hours," Scott explained, "keeps 'em from locking up during the day." He patted Foxy's shoulder fondly. "Not that you seem to have that problem. But just to be sure." Foxy twitched as a panel opened in his back, Scott flipping some form of switch. He jerked as a jolt of electricity surged through his body. Scott shut the panel, hopping off his stage. "They shouldn't bother you too much. If they do...well you've got doors to keep 'em out. Just mind your power use." Vincent nodded simply as Scott left, wishing him luck. Vincent turned back to him, eyes narrowed.
"Alright you," he said, stepping forward, "Back in your cove." He stepped back a bit and Vincent reached up to shut the curtain. He huffed almost silently, reaching out to open them again as Vincent's steps faded away. His hand barely made contact when a voice interrupted him.
"Leave them closed." He jumped, whipping around. The Marionette stood behind him, white pupils glowing. "We'll have more time to ourselves without him watching us." Foxy nodded, settling again.
"D-Did you need something?" he asked warily. The Marionette sighed.
"From you?" he asked, "Not right now. However, that night guard is becoming worrisome."
"Worrisome?" Foxy asked, cocking his head. The Marionette nodded, turning away. "How so?"
"He's plotting," the Marionette said hauntingly, "he's already picked a new target." Foxy's blood ran cold, and he shifted.
"He's gonna kill someone else..." The Marionette didn't respond.
"I'm still not ready," it murmured softly. So softly that Foxy doubted it meant for him to hear. "He's moving too fast." The being turned to him. "I must go. Keep an eye out. If you can, try and save any child he attempts to harm."
"Aye, aye." The Marionette vanished, and Foxy sighed. 'How did this become my job?' he wondered. He nudged the curtain open, slipping down from the stage and wandering into the main hall. His gaze trailed to the office. 'I guess it wouldn't hurt to go check in on him.' He smirked. 'Who knows. Maybe it'll spook him.' He snickered before going silent, making his way down the hall with deadly silence. He glanced into the room through the window. Vincent was lounged in his chair, flipping through cameras. The man crossed one leg over the other, pant leg riding up to show the knife strapped there. He scowled, tail lashing. The hook on his right hand caught his eye and he raised it. 'It'd be so easy,' A part of his brain whispered, 'He'd never see it coming.' The sudden violent thought shocked him, but he wasn't quite sure he cared. This man had murdered him, and no one seemed to know. He could end him, even if it cost him his life.
"Where do you think you're going?" The Marionette asked as he stepped into the doorway. Vincent looked up, jumping a bit to see him standing there, hook raised in a threatening manner.
"Fucking hell," the man hissed. He pressed a button on the screens before him, and the door dropped, shutting him out. "Go the fuck away you stupid machine," the man huffed from within.
'I could have killed him,' Foxy thought, though he stepped back a bit. He smirked, banging his hook against the door with a loud thump. Vincent swore from within, and he snickered.
"Get away from there," the Marionette ordered, nowhere in sight yet sounding so close. He frowned but backed off. "Go back to Pirate's Cove. I have something to discuss with you." He trudged back, hopping on stage once more. The Marionette greeted him, eyes blazing. "What kind of stunt were you trying to pull," it hissed, "the thoughts you were having were disgraceful."
"He killed me first," he replied petulantly. The Marionette frowned.
"That little fact doesn't matter," it replied, "You're a child. Do not descend to his level." Foxy crossed his arms, ears flattening as he pouted. The Marionette sighed. "I'm trying to keep you alive. I can stop him from doing more harm. I just need...time." It vanished and Foxy sighed, sitting down on the wooden stage.
'Time,' he thought, tipping his head back, 'How much time? And how many more bodies will pile up in the meantime.'
And there we have it. What did you all think? Let me know in the comments. I'm off to plan an upcoming FNAF Sister Location fic, so lemme know what you might like to see. It'd be a big help. Until next chapter, bye-bye everyone.