Author's Note: I'm sorry about the long wait guys, and girls. Getting closer to graduating highschool, so I have to put more effort into work, and schoolwork. I can't guarantee updates, but unless I explicitly say so, or remove the story, it's not dead! Enjoy.
The last few days have been hell, trying to find a job, coupled with the random apperances of Freddy... It's starting to take a toll on my mind. Even now early in the morning, with the faint sounds of Foxy, and Vixy in the living room I can't relax, every little sound is just to similar to Freddy pattering through the halls of the Pizzeria.
I heard my door open, and felt a slight weight settle on the other side of my qeen size bed. What? I like to sprawl a bit.
"Mark, are you o-okay?" It was Chica, she must have been waiting for me to wake up.
I rolled over, wrapping my arms around her, and pulled her close, making her give a suprised squeak. Damn blanket got in the way though. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, and stressed, but I'm okay."
She snuggled into my shoulder. "Good."
We both relaxed there for a while, content to hold each other. I began to slowly fall asleep, only waking when Chica scooted under the covers with me. Then I was out for the next four hours.
The next time I woke up, Chica was snuggled up to me with her back against my chest. I tried to carefully remove my arms from her, glancing at the clock as I did so. It was four in the afternoon. Once I untangled Chica from my limbs, I quietly went downstairs, hearing a few giggles from the foxes' room. I don't even wanna know. Once I was downstairs I quickly went into the kitchen, and began making a bit of food. Screw what the clock says, I want some pancakes! I spent a good half hour cooking the damned things, by the time I was done I had cooked far more than I would be able to eat alone. I should have seen that coming.
A thump from behind me made me smile, Chica wasn't very good at being quiet. I turned to say good morning, or maybe afternoon, but the words never left my mouth.
Instead of Chica's bright yellow fethers, dingy golden fur sat just beyond my vision. That overpowering stench that followed Freddy around filled the air, and when I looked slightly up, my heart drowning in fear, I met two soulless black sockets, were the animatronic should have been. I stared at this 'golden Freddy' for a few seconds, before I got light headed, and my vision began to get dark around the edges. My breath came in short gasps, and as the things jaw slowly fell open a voice, as cold as ice whispered in my ear.
"I'll see you soon."
Then like flipping a lightswitch, everything was normal, no Freddy, no smell. But my heart kept racing, and for some reason when I remembered those words...
It felt like a promise.
My heart didn't slow back down until Chica came downstairs, were she noticed my, for lack of a better word, shellshocked expression. In an instant I was wrapped in her slightly wide arms, my head buried in her shoulder fluff. It took me far too long to come down.
By six, we had both eaten, Fun fact: as long as Chica is 'warm' she can eat. And we had yet to do much other than sit around all day. I was sparawled out on the couch, head resting sideways on an armrest, with avian partner laid lightly ontop of me, sharing the limited couch space. My phone began ringing, buzzing against Chica's hip from my own pocket. Slipping my arm from her waistline I fished the phone from my side, and glanced at the caller I'D. It was Burhns.
I flipped the phone open, giving a curt "Hello?"
"Mark, Mark this is Mr. Burhns, I've got great news!" The old man was practicaly shouting.
With a light chuckle I asked what this "great news" was. To my suprise, it was about the pizzeria.
"I got a call from a friend of my not to long ago, he wants to invest in the pizzeria. But he's demanding a few, er...changes."
My curiosity peaked a bit, I'll admit I was interested. "Like what?"
I heard the older man sigh. "He wants all the animatronics back under one roof, including toy Chica, I've already told him I sold her too you, along with the two foxes, but he insisted about having the entire gang back here."
I snorted. "I hate to be that guy, but I'm not selling Chica, I have nothing against her singing during work hours, but she comes back with me."
I could hear a frustrated noise from Burhns. "I..I'll see if that satisfies him."
We said our pleasantries, and hung up, a small smile on my lips. I looped my arm back around Chica, or 'Toy Chica' as was her official title. Didn't matter much to me, though I did wonder if the older fazbear crew would be brought in as well.
"Your warm." Chica mumbled, head buried in my chest.
I smiled, and squeezed her a bit tighter, enjoying the small squeak she gave off. For the most part, that was the end of my day really, I got an email from Burhns later, depicting work hours, the night shift of course, and when else I would have to be there. From twelve, to twelve, a literal half day of work. Even with a better pay, that was still a lot of hours. I made a note for myself, to remeber to buy a flashlight this time around. My new office was supossed to be smaller, which kinda sucked but oh well. We start tomarrow.
With a start I rolled over, Chica wasn't on top of me anymore, so I hit the floor. My phone was playing my alarm, and a glance at the clock told me why. I had two hours until I had to go help them set up the animatronics, and arrange tables before work. I sighed, jumping up to take a shower, and mabye eat some poptarts or something. I knocked on the foxes room, waking both of them up, before moving on the the bathroom. My shower didn't last very long, but it was refreshing. From there it was just a walk downstairs, and starting up the toaster. While I waited, Chica came out of her own room, and I had to smile.
She was wearing a hooters style white T-shirt, with the words "Let's Party!" On the front in pink bubbble font. She also wore a pair of pink jean shorts, that came halfway down her thighs, but fit snugly, and a black belt around her waiste. She looked great, and was a bit more modest to boot. Even if not by normal standards. She crossed the kitchen tile with a happy bounce in her step, unfortunately for me, that wasn't the only thing that...bounced. blood rushed to my cheeks, as I caught her, giving her a light squeeze, and a peck on the cheek. Heh, peck.
"Good morning," I said. "Or mabye afternoon, I don't really care."
She let out a contented sigh, unfortunately it was interrupted by the two foxes chasing each other into the living room. They really were like children. Letting go of Chica I chuckled. Too bad we had to go help out today. Grabbing my lukewarm poptarts when they popped up, I grabbed chica's hand.
"C'mon guys, we got places to be." I called, dragging Chica along with me when I grabbed my keys off the rack by the door.
My truck was starting to have trouble, which worried me. If it gave out I would have to get a bike. Thankfuly it finnaly started up with a sputter, black smoke pouring out of the tailpipe. Driving to work was easy, keeping the foxes in the bed of the pickup was a nightmare. Thankfuly they listen to Chica most of the time, so when she said "sit down" they did.
I gotta admit, pulling into the parking lot of freddies, and seeing the brand new cartoon-ey sign, was a refresher. It had all six of the main anamatronics on it in catoonish drawing. With a banner underneath that read, 'New and Improved!' It probably wouldn't help much, but hey, it's their money, not mine. Me and Chica managed to get the two foxes inside, were one of the technicians there fixed Vixeys missing arm. They tried to look at Chica too, but she blew them off. It was extremly funny, even though I couldn't laugh at them. Most of the other animatronics were on stage, the two Bonnies on the outer edge, holding up a banner similar to the one outside. The older animatronics look great, cleaned up slimmed down a bit, with the old Chica wearing an apron with the words kiss the cook on the front. Old bonnie was done up like a rockstar with big star glasses on. It was a fresh spin on them, even if they left old Freddy be.
Chica helped me set up tables, much to the techies annoyance. Not like they could stop us. Anyway, it didn't take more than three hours to set up all five party rooms, and clean everything up. The place looked good.
The security room however, did not. There was no door, no lights, no desk. Ably a so ble tablet, and a shcedual for nightly rounds. If the older animatronics wanted me dead, it would be easy. More than that I had to work a huge chunk of the day, which would leave me exhausted. Perfect.
Like my job wasnt enough before.
AN: I'm. It gonna lie, I have no idea when the next chapter will come out, nor will I lie to you guys again, which I deeply apologize for. Still working from a smartphone, thanks for sticking with me for so long. Leave a review, they're fuel for the fire.