This story has to be my pride and joy. Not that I dont like my other stories its just that this one is so much out of the games regular base. I'd like to thank the five followers and the so many guest that enjoy my story or stories. I also hope you guys dont mind but I threw in an odd copule. You guys are all my very best friends! Please enjoy!
I do not own any charcthers all credit goes to the amazing Scott Cawthon.
I was in a familiar room, my programming reminded me of my surrodings though. There was a light brown couch off to my left with three cusions. It was lined with light blue throw pillows. On my right side was a love seat it had a wolf blanket thrown over the back. That was room mates favorite animal I was reminded by my programming. About four feet behind me were wooden walls. The room had four windows but the blinds were pulled over them. We had just moved in a week ago, and were saving up for a TV set. Wait...we?
I looked forward to see a male I had seemed to have not noticed. He stood a little taller than me probably about 6' 3", his skin was of a lighter tone. He had brown hair that was frizzed up, his bangs were just above his eyes. I contuined to exam in the male he had dark blue eyes that made my artificial heart race. His shirt was plain it was blue and it looked amazing on him. He had blue jeans that were just a little to big for him and sagged. He was...the man cleared his throat. I was flushed as I realize I'd been staring. I looked back at the males face to see he had a bit of pink on his cheeks. I doubt it was any thing compared to mine. "Mornin' Jermey." The man said to me as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Morning Scott." I said as I suprised myself by responding to the male. My programming backed off as I was allowed to relive this memory without interference. The other male or Scott as I had called him arched his back as he yawned. I couldn't help but watch Scott as he stretched. "You know Jermey I think I'm on to something. You know the game I released a while ago?" He asked as he looked back at me, and I was forced to look away.
"You mean the one about those animtratiocs?" I asked as I manned up and looked back up to Scott. The brown haired male smiled and nodded. He dug in his pocket until he pulled out a folded sheet of line paper. He unfolded the pecice of paper and held it out to me. I took the folded paper in my hands and looked down at it. There sketched out on the paper was that little fucker Toy Freddy. It was creepy to see him in his second stage of life, the sketch.
"Its a new sketch for the second game, isn't it cool?" All I could do was nod to think I could change things. I knew it was impossible though, it was just memories. When I looked up again the taller male was standing in arms length of me. I flushed up again my heart starting to race. The male took the picture out of my hand and set it on the coffee table.
"You should see how much we made on this game after a week. To think its all based off a picture you drew." Scott said as he tapped me on the nose, I smiled. I couldn't help myself I pulled the taller male into an embrace. Scott soon wrapped his arms back around me. Then we both let go of each other and we both smiled at each other. Then the taller brown haired male started to go out of the room. I followed he lead up and down the halls then finally to his destination, the kitchen.
As we walked into the kitchen I was introduced by a row of four cupboards. Below that was a dark wooden counter. A sink in the middle of the polished wood. Then on the far cornor was a fridge that had a freezer attached to the top. A small toaster off to the right of that, that had a bit of rust on its side. Then beside that was an 10 year old model of a microwave. Sitting on the counter was an open glass of wine. A glass placed next to it with a bit of wine in the bottom. It looked like Scott had been doing a bit of drinking, that's why he had worked on the second game. You have to understand he only worked on the games when he had some drinking. If you hadn't guessed he is a pretty heavy drinker.
Scott went over to the cupboard and came back with another wine glass. He filled each halfway because the glass bottle was empty. He held out the wine glass to me, I took it into my hands. Then put it in one hand and I looked down at the red liquid in the glass. Scott held up his glass and I held up mine as well. "Let's celebrate this moment." I nodded as I banged my glass against his.
We drank a whole two bottles a bottle each. I had been so wheezy I had sat most of the night I was mostly sober but Scott wasn't as good as holding in the effects of the drinks. I had sketched out something that haunted me to this day. I had sketched out the demonic Toy Foxy or Mangle as you know her. Me and Scott were now face to face, our noses touching. I could feel his breath warm on my lips. I was flushed up by all that had happened.
He leaned in but then my world went black. The memory was concluded I was now floating in place in the security office. All my memories had to be connected but how? I floated down the main hall, my thoughts racing. The Mangle I had sketched was a full animtrotic not the tangled up mess she was now. Me and Scott had been friends perhaps more. What could it all mean? I was suprised as my world became black again.
I was sitting back at the security desk I had forgotten I was attached to the programming. I was controlled by invisible strings, now I see how the puppet felt. I did the players bidding but all I could focus on was my racing thoughts. Was it true that me and my creator had some kind of bond? Do I have another life besides this one?
Whew that was fun to write. I bet you've never seen Scott added to a story ,much less paired with a charcther. Ah my perverted imagination. Please don't forget to favorite, follow, and review for the next chapter.
Until next time!
~Cindy Foxies