Chapter 4: Dreams of Black Flags over Clear Water

The next morning, around 6 AM, Emily is woken up by screaming. "FUCK YEAH! FINALLY!
IT'S FINALLY FUCKING OVER! I'M GOING HOME, YOU JIZZBUCKETS! WOO!" And with that, the security guard leaves the establishment, only to come back into the building to let loose a long, wet fart. "HEH HEH HEH! HOPE YOU ALL LIKE YOUR PRESENT! FUCK YOU FAGGOTS!" He kicks the door open and leaves for good. "He's so mean.. does he come here to make fun and hurt the robots here? ...Why do I feel wet dow-.. I hope I didn't wet the bed..
floor...thing." Emily checks her pants, and they are indeed wet. "Aw.. man..I havent done this in a long time... this sucks!" But a soft, yet gruff voice whispered in her ear. "Had a lil' accident did we?" Emily's face turns red. "I-I'm sorry.." "It's alright, lass. Most young ones do that. "
Emily gets up, legs kinda clenched. "I guess I should head back home. Oh,Foxy. I had a dream that we were married!" Foxy doesn't respond. He just stares at her in silence. About 6 seconds pass and he finally lets out words. "wot." "Yeah we were married, and we had a kid named Nathan. He had fox ears on his head nad a fox tail. But the most noticible thing I remember was you coming through the front door, saying you had made 4 point 5 thousand shillings, and you had a treasure chest filled with gold over your sholder. You then said that after you got ready that we will have some fun in the bedroom. But after we entered the bedroom I woke up to that man screaming."
Foxy stares blankly at her in disbelief. "That be a queer dream right thar." "Yeah, it was weird.
...hey.. I don't smell like pee. Hopefully no one will notice that I did what I did." Foxy gets up.
"Maybe you didn't pee. It must have been something else. I can only guess it was a wet dream."
Emily gets a confused look on her face. "A wet dream?" "Aye, lass. It happens when you dream of someone you like really really much." Emily blushes a little bit. "I think I'm a little to old for you, lass.
I think it be best if-" "NO! I like robots and animals! You're perfect, Foxy! I want to marry you! I want to marry a robot pirate fox!" "SHIVER ME TIMBERS! THIS IS GOING TO FARa AND TO FAST FOR YOU! ..AND ME! METHINKS YOU'RE A LITTLE BIT CRAZY!" "YEAH! CRAZY FOR YOU, FOXY!" A cup hits Emily in the forehead. "OW!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU MISERABLE PILES OF FILTHY SHIT!
THE BLUE MURDER IS TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP! NOW FUCKIN' QUITE BEFORE I BASH YE 'ED IN!"
Said Bonnie, trying to impersinate Ozzy Osborne. "Aye, we should be quiet... others are trying to recharge their servos." "I guess so.. where's Mangle?" "She be out making money. Probably to fund a person to make her a new body." Foxy responds. "That poor thing. I hope she gets a good body then. Kind of like the one you have, Foxy!"
"Please stop.. You were such a good lass last night, what happened to ye?" "...I don't know.. I just feel... strange around you. I don't even know what I'm saying. Do you know what is happening to me? I feel kind of afraid. I don't want to be locked up in a crazy people home!" Foxy lets out a mechincal sigh. "Lass.. Methinks ye be goin' through puberty. Queer for a girl to be going through it at such a young age." Emily gets another confused look on her face.
"Puberty? I hear my dad talking about it once, but he was acting weird so he was mostly just saying dumb things."
"Well, lass. Puberty is.. I think you should talk about this stuff with ye parents." "And have my dad call me a good for nothing heap of garbage that not even God loves? No thanks." Freddy. overhearing everything, steps into the conversation. "I shall talk to her about it. Come with me, little one." He walks into the security room, she follows,
wondering what this thing is. "Have a seat right over here. Emily promptly takes a seat in the guard chair.
"I will be back in a moment. And a long moment it was. Freddy comes back with a slide show projector from 1985,
I will explain it all to you. If you have any questions at the end, let me know. 20 minutes pass, and the explination is finished. "Mr. Fazbear, I have a question." "Why, ask away, little one." "Why do I want to.. do that.. with Foxy?"
"Hmm, I am not sure. Do you watch TV and or play video games with people simular to Foxy?" Emily thinks for a moment.
"Yeah. I play StarFox a little." "Ahh, StarFox. I think I know why you like Foxy. It-" "Tell me! Mr. Fazbear please tell me!"
"Well, hold your horses little one! I will explain everything." "Tellmetellmetellmetellme!" "Calm down, little one! Alright, I'll tell you now." Emily leans in directing all of her attention to Freddy. "You see, your family, namely your dad, abuses you on what you seem to make it out to be, a daily basis. He belittles so much, that you want to feel protected. And Fox Mcloud, the main character of StarFox, meets the requirements that you need and want. He is strong, compassionate, has a strong sense of justice, headstrong,
and overall a good leader, always having to protect his team when they need it. He just happens to be a man of Vulpine decent.
You want to feel protected, loved, and generally cared for. So when you see Foxy, you're really seeing Fox Mcloud. And Foxy is no Fox Mcloud. He in many aspects, is like your father, only he's nice. However, due to his body looking like an undead robot, you see him as a means of protection. For his main method of attack is attacking recklessly head on, sometimes screaming, like a pirate does when they board a ship to instill fear in their victims. The reason why you see him a means of protection is because he is more likely to scare off anyone who would cause you harm. He, like Fox Mcloud, is a vulpine, meeting a hidden requirement that you don't even know you would have , at young ages,abused children are more to fall in love with cartoon characters or video game characters at later ages in life, because those characters meet the overly high standards of abused people who want love and protection from the real world. Most people who fall in love with human-like, or antohromorpic, sometimes don't care for normal human interaction. I remember you saying "robots are the coolest" or something like that, and that also factors into your infatuation with Foxy. For he, I, and everyone else here, excluding Jeremy the nightguardsman, is an animatronic. We're simular to robots, but not quite robots. We're mostly made of thin metal pieces-" From the other room: "FUCK YOU, GUYS! I'M THE HEAVIEST METAL EVER!" The bunny, from the other room, plays a solo from Back in Black. "...As I was saying,
are mostly made of thin metal pieces. So we're not quite robots. So Foxy isn't a robot, he's an animatronic." Emily blushes a little bit. "A rose by any other name smells just as sweet." "Yes, well.. while that may be true, Foxy is not the one you want to make your life for. He's a drunk, a delusional, and is genuinly rude. Plus, later on in life, you will have certain needs that will need to be filled. And we lack those parts to do that. It is best you find a nice young man, instead of a delusional drunk fox to make your own. Also, that wasn't pee either. It was vaginal juices, those only flow out of a woman when the woman is aroused." "Oh.. Well that explains it. Thank you. Mr. Fazbear..." She gets up, and walks out of the Security room, slumping down a little bit.
She begins to walk toward the exit, looking at Foxy one last time. "Ye seem kinda sad, lass. Are ye feeling alright?" "...No. I'm.. I'm just going to go home.
It's better to live a life of torment than a life of a lie. At least that's what my mom said." She continues to walk out of the Pizzaria. "Poor lass.. if only there was something I could do for her.. Hey.. I got an idea. WAIT! YOUNG LASS!" He rushes out of the door, and pulls her back in, shutting it quickly. "Jeez! could you be any more rough?!" "Sorry lass, but I want to offer ye something." "And that is?" "A question." Emily raises an eyebrow. "Alright, go ahead..."
He kneels to her level. "Would you, do this ol' pirate the favor of letting him take you out on a date?" Emily's facial expression turns from quizical to surprised.
"...Yes! Please take me out on a date!" "Heh heh. Alright then lass. I suggest you go home and get ready. I'll see you at 9pm." "Yay! Wait, what model are you?"
"Ah.. I'm..Hmm.." Freddy pops hish head around the corner. "We're a B29 Willcheker." "What the bear said." "Alright, I'll see you later, Foxy! Hehehehe!" She skips out of the Pizzaria, happy as a little 10 year old, white haired, blue eyed, Kawaii loli can be. On her way home, she stops. "Crap. I forgot where my neighborhood is at." All of a suddon, a big buff bald black man walks up to her, carrying a boombox with a loop of "Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at." "Ay, lil' girl. You need help getting home? Ah know this whole state." "Yeah.. I live on AppleCrust street." "A'ight, hop on my back lil' grill and Ah'l take you there." And, without any reguards for her safety,
she does just that. hops onto his back, and he carries her to her street. Which took 30 minutes. He lets her down, looks at her, and smiles. Then, without another word,
he takes off at the speed of 23 miles per hour. "What a nice guy. Now, to get ready.. Ah! I should go get Bonnie's guitar back. As she makes her way to his house. "Ah.. That'll work perfectly!" She smiles a devilish smile, and knocks on his door when she arrives. Answering it, is none other than the tan haired, slightly green eyed Jacky Hallop. "Oh, it's miss useless.
What do you want?" "Well.. I.. Came to confess my love for you! I realised that your bullying me was just a wierd way of telling me that you love me." His expression turns to surprised." "H-How did you know I had a crush on you?!" "Girls just know these things. May I come in?" "S-sure!" He steps aside and lets her in. "Holy Shit that actually worked!" Emily thought.
"I wanna.. see your room." She gives him a smile. "R-right this way, Marry." He leads her to his room upstairs, it's clean, has a lot of video games, and right there, in the corner, is a guitar.
"Ooh! Where did you get that guitar?" "Oh.. I uh, stole it from some faggot bunny robot who was trying to be "metal." " Emily's anger burns inside with the force of a thousand ants.
"Oh.. A bad boy.. I like bad boys. May I hold it?" "Uh.. Sure!" He walks over to the guitar picks it up, and hands it to her. "Could you turn around for a bit?" Without question, he does exactly that,
turning a 180 degrees. Emily gets into position, rearing the guitar back behind her head. "Alright, turn around again." As he does, he is hit in the just above the temple, blood splurting out a little bit hits the wall. "Piece of shit! This is what you get for doing that horrible thing to The Blue Murder!" She rushes out of the house and to her own, opening the door and rushing in, panting heavily.
"Oh my God! Marry! A man in a white wife beater shirt hugs her. "Oh, Marry! I won't ever say such a horrible thing to you again! Just please never run off again!" The man, who has abused her throughout her life, is now a sobbing mess. "Hmm.. I have an idea" Emily thinks. You can make it up to me by buying me something." "Oh, Marry! Anything! A car, A small house! Anything!"
"...I want a Dildo resembleing a fox's penis with advanced nerve skin for a B29 Willcheker robot." Her father, utterly astounded at what she said, has a blank, yet horrorfied look on his face.
"W-Wha...Wha...Wh...Whu...A what?" Emily leans closer to his face. With a computer chip attachment to attach to the main computer chip of the robot. That is what I want. No questions.
Do this. And I will forgive you for all of the years you tormented me." "W..Why do-" "NO. QUESTIONS." Her dad lets loose a long, defeated father sigh. "Alright. But please.. do not do anything that will you will regret... Please.. Marry, please don't use it for what I think you're going to use it for...please.." "Sorry, dad. No promises. I realized what I am when I ran away. I am a little girl who loves robot fox Pirates who have reality issues." Her dad, with a defeated look on his face.. lets out a trembling sigh. "Alright. I'll support you fully. I'll take you to one of my buddies who work for a robotics company. He's just in town. You'll have to tell him yourself. I can't...I just can't tell him myself. Get ready, I assume you want it now. He's fast with his hands." Emily walks up to her room, not saying another word to her father. As she walks into her room... "Bruh, you smell like beer and shit. Get a shower." Emily looks at her older brother, who is lifting another, heavier dumbell.
"I don't like you. Fuck you." "What did you just say to your big bruh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He falls to the floor, clenching his shin. "Dang, Clyde. You're good for this sort of thing. She heads to the upstairs shower. As she strips down, and turns on the hot water, she begins touching herself. "So.. This is supposed to feel good? It kinda does but- ahh! Ahh ha..oh.." She just found that her clitoris holds her key to non penatrative stimulation. "I think I'll let this be for now.. I'll let Foxy do it. Hehehe! Foxy! Foxy! Such a cute name for a scary pirate fox! Hehehe! Foxy~" She steps into the shower,
letting the warm water drizzle onto her face, and her flat, non-devoloped chest. "Mmmm..." After the shower, she gets dressed in a white T-shirt and blue jeans. She walks into the living room, which is connected to the front door. "Ready, Marry?" "Yes, dad. Let's go." The two walk out the door, and get into the 1980 firebird that her dad owns. And begin thier journy into town that her dad's friend who works with robots works in. But that's not the only journy Emily takes, but the journy to becoming the lover of a delusional drunk fox pirate robot.