Wolfy: Chapter 4 is up and runnin'..
Chica: Are we finally going to really be in this one?
Wolfy: ..Maaayyybeee...
Ryuu: Chica-chan, it's best if you don't ask..
Chica: *blushes* W-Who're you..?
Ryuu: O-O Uhh- *bolts*
Wolfy: As I have said before.. COWARD!
Natasha used her strength to re-locate the metallic arm into the fox's shoulder, her brow and neck covered in a light sheen of sweat. She had spent the last day and a half busting her ass trying to get the new parts which, she -thankfully- discovered, had been buried somewhere in the supply closet. She had to re-create his legs, all-together, however, when she discovered what a mess both were in, she refused to let it continue. She had also crafted an entire new set of fuzzy, red feet, with slightly pointy black claws. It looked kind of cute. The new set were sitting back behind a set of waves, creeping her out a bit that she had yet to put them onto him.
Swallowing back her exhaustion, she panted silently, glaring at her watch when she was left with ten minutes to pack up and hide. Growling under her breath, she grimaced at how he had only one arm completely fixed, the other in a state of mid-repair off to the side. His data had been preserved into a completely different container, but after she had spent two and a half hours mending the torso back into a more lean, sculpted frame, she had fixed all the new wiring into place. He was almost fur-less, but she had saved his head for being the last thing she wanted to touch.
Pausing at the lip of the curtain, she glanced back at his arm, internally punching herself for feeling guilty about not being able to finish it. Sighing in disdain, she scribbled a quick note, carefully placing it between his still fingers, and adjusting the strap of her bag, leaving her tools there -the non-electric ones- as she did the day before. She turned tail to run, closing the doors behind her as she settled into her desk.
A twitch. A tiny, soft scratch. The sound of power being restored, of old, and new metals, creaking as they slid against one another.
A single, golden eye lit up, a fox-like head swiftly rising as he glared at the spot ahead of him. He looked around, drowsy, at first, then, enraged, when he realized that the mechanic had left once again, only this time, his anger intensified as he noted the lack of movement on his left, his entire left arm cast aside, set onto a sheet, with rags, and various metal pieces scattered around it in chaotic order. He scrambled to his feet, aiming to bolt out of the curtain, when a piece of paper caught in his claws. He managed to hang haphazardly out of the curtain, half-lunged, but half-hanging as he snapped his body back. He glared at the slip suspiciously, grimacing darkly at it, before glaring at the camera. It wasn't blinking, alerting him that her attention was elsewhere.
Slowly unfolding the note, he narrowed his eyes at the rushed scrawl, though it was slightly slanted, hinting at the slightest edge of curl to the letters.
Dear Captain Foxy,
I regret to inform you that my time to repair your arm had been cut short. However, this can
easily be solved. I am not a registered mechanic, however, I am the present night guard. I would
like to suggest a truce, between you and myself, for the remainder of Mr. Schmidt's repair deadline.
I assume that you know where the night guard's post is located? I do not ask you to bring anything
for me to fix, I am merely suggesting that we personally discuss a set of times that is most convenient
for you to have your repairs finished. I would not stress this, if not for it's importance; I am unable to
completely repair you in the minimal hours I have been allotting, myself. This is for your assurance of a
permanent place in Fazzbear's Pizzeria, as I have taken the responsibility to repair you of my own accord.
Awaiting a Reply,
N. R. Wolfe
Foxy crumpled the note in his hand, debating whether or not to bolt down the hallways, however after several tense moments, the light to the camera clicked on, and his gaze snapped up to it, baring fangs as he waited for it to change.
Natasha grimaced at Pirate's Cove camera footage, her mouth releasing a tired sigh as she set the tablet down, keeping the screen up, and turned to her sketchbook. She wanted to make alterations to his costume, as she did not really feel comfortable with almost-naked-animals running around at the crack of dawn to slaughter her. She figured giving him a Captain's garb may appease to him, just the slightest, to avoid killing her for a few days, at least.
She glanced at the clock shrewdly, before groaning in impatience, face-desking with a snarl as she counted the seconds in her head. One-one-thousand.. Two-one-thousand.. Three-one-thousand.. Four-one-fuck this..
Standing with vigor, she clicked the door open, a soft twitch assaulting her eye as she slid a box outside the door, as well as an unlit lantern, and placed a marker atop the box. She paused as she turned to go back inside, eyes narrowing at the pure blackness down the hall. Casually, she lifted her hand, the flashlight beam shooting directly out, illuminating the lanky fox himself.
Oh, fuck..
Wolfy: So, who's more evil? Me or Freddy..?
Ryuu&Chica: Freddy
Wolfy: What the hell?! I just put Natasha in a life-threatening situation!
Ryuu: ..and..?
Wolfy: It's FOXY at the end of the hall..
Chica: Freddy would add more suspense in the cliffhangers.
Wolfy: You guys suck, you know that..?