Kids' Cove Chapter 2:1988
So you want the whole story, huh? Well I suppose I could tell you what happened to me after 1987. Now you may be thinking, "I thought that Foxy 2.0 was never seen after 1987!" Oh no, of course not! In fact my story stretches long after! So now you're questions shall be answered and if not, I apologize.
It was nighttime, November 14th, the day of the bite. I was stuffed into the janitor's closet right after they violently ripped my mouth off so I couldn't bite anything. They also took off my feet so I couldn't walk out and hurt another "innocent" child. Not much happened that night other than employees occasionally coming in there to retrieve parts for engineers working on the animatronics. So I sat in that isolated closet, mostly at rest seeing as there was nothing else to do (unless you count knocking over brooms occasionally) and I thought to myself, what comes after this. Is there anything after this? Well was I in for a treat when I found out I was going to be sent to a warehouse near the pizzeria, just outside of Orem, Utah, the city I've spent my life in. So I patiently waited until January 2nd, 1988, for my warehouse trip. "Alright pack, uhh, it up!" I heard an employee shout in a demanding tone. Just then, two burly men started tearing me apart into tiny little fragments until every piece could fit in one box. I heard them talking about how it's cheaper to store me that way.
6:00 AM, January 3rd, my eyes quietly resting in their part of the box. Bang! Boom! Splat! Our car violently bounced up and down hitting nearby dead roots and bushes. My endoskeleton was falling apart more and more every time we hit something. Some quality transportation. Finally we were nearing the end of the trip as I saw a large, stone building filled with green, metallic rooms filled to the brim with people's junk. "Alright you get the box, I'll get the door." An employee with burly arms and a thick mustache directed." As he said this, I was picked up and almost dropped by a skinny, weak worker. "I'm glad we're getting rid of this. It always scared me for obvious reasons." 'Yeah, and this trip boss is making us take has killed my back just sitting down for about two weeks and only getting up occasionally." Well here it is. My new home.
4:00 AM, February 2, my wires were sparking up a storm inside this closet filled with stolen gas tanks, robotic hands and teeth and even a washing machine! Quite the closet, don't you think? Overtime, this stuff has come in here from other people such as a shady business man who looked like he snorted one too many pixie sticks and a wrinkly old lady who had a black coat on over her body in a sweltering storage area. This is not how I'm going to be living for eternity, I need to get out. Well, turns out actually that I was going to be in for a sweet surprise in a couple months.
5:00 AM, April 16th, a hairy, Mexican man came in to pick up a few boxes for his boss who was some all-star in the animatronic business. "What are you looking for, Dan?" An employee asked. "Just some spare parts for an animatronic that's getting a new makeover and section of a building at Fazbear's." Could it be? I'm really getting out of here? But I didn't have much time to think as Dan picked me up carefully and walked out to place me in his van. The car let out a loud screech as I was whipped backward from the car starting. This is it. Foxy 2.0 is making a comeback!
2:00 AM, June 4th, a mechanic was sprinting around his office looking for parts. "I can't use this, or that, definitely not that!" Suddenly he came by my box and I heard him whisper "So what he bit ONE child, the odds of that ever happening again is slim to none." He took out my endoskeleton and placed it inside a crimson suit. I could only see out of one eye and one of my hands was a hook. The suit was surprisingly soft unlike the ones at the old place, though they were also a lot shorter so the engineer had to cut some metal off my endoskeleton. "Alright, it's done! This fox shall be entertaining kids in no time!"
6:00 AM, July 1st, almost a month after I was rebuilt. The animatronics on stage, Freddy, Chica and Bonnie, were now not allowed to move around the restaurant. Groups of tired but eager little children were waiting impatiently outside the building. I myself was just as eager as the kids were. Though, I was also confused. Why do these animatronics not look like the old toys? Why do they look like the scrapped ones in the back? Was I the lucky one in that I was put into this suit and not scrapped? Questions were flowing through my head as children burst through the doors, excited to see their favorite band. Soon after the children came in, a group of boys came over to Pirate Cove so they could play with me! Not so they could take me apart, but so they too could be a pirate like Foxy! "Ay children, are ya ready for an adventure?" I shouted excitedly. "Yayyy!" The boys were so excited that they too could be pirates and I was excited that I finally was part of the show! From then on, things will be different. Things will always be this way! Right?
8:00 AM, November 14th, the most thurogh inspection of the year. Most times the engineers were just inspecting how the animatronic looked and acted. But this time, they were breaking apart each one and carefully observing ech part and writing them down in a binder. The norm for me, so he could guess that I found it funny when the other animatronics didn't want to be ripped up. "Hey Mr. Faz?" I heard one employee say. "There's a slight problem." WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'PROBLEM'?" Mr. Faz responded. "Well, the inspectors stated that the only toy we couldn't use the parts was the Mangle, but we found out from one of engineers that we borrowed his endoskeleton." "Well taking out Pirate Cove will cost us more than if we… that's it! We'll bribe Foxy's inspector to say he's 'out of order'. Then we'll keep it here and until we're able to replace the skeleton!" Uh oh. Knowing Faz he'll probably never replace it. Soon enough, Mr. Faz bribed an inspector and the plan carried out smoothly. For him of course, not me.
6:00 AM, November 31st, kids of all ages were disappointed when they saw an 'out of order' sign where their favorite animatronic used to be. I too, was depressed, my life now consisting of waiting all day and finally coming out at night for only six hours. Though I guess that's life. We all have our great and happy moments and moments where we wish for those times to come back. Even big parties for Christmas or New Year's only had three animatronics. Well maybe someday Faz will carry out his promise and I'll be back up again. At first this was unreal and impossible. At first.