(A:N: WHAT THE HECK!? Oh my gosh guys, over 2000 views?! I can't thank you enough! What started as an inside joke to a friend has turned into this, and I really don't know what to say other then... Wow... We aren't even close to being halfway done even... I would like to thank anyone who has followed, reviewed, favorited, or read (for all the guest out there who don't have an account), you guys are the reason this story is still up and running! Alex: Time for REVIEWS!
Natekleh: For me, it really depends on the story. If it sounds real enough, I'll believe it a little.
Elchikaah Haly: Cody was an interesting character to write really. I needed to keep him a little snobbish and a little bit more of an adult at the same time, so BAM, adult Cody Hackins. XD I'm glad you enjoy him though. I hope to please!
Me: Once again, thank you all for over 2000 views, I truly can't thank you all enough. Alex, DISCLAIMERS! Alex: THE real assistant doesn't own Five Nights at Freddy's or Ace Attorney, the games wouldn't be as popular if she did.)
Freddy Fazbears Pizza
April 30-7:39 AM
Trucy blinked a few times, trying to digest what the man, Cody, just asked. "... Do I..? Believe in ghost?" Cody nodded, leaning back on the wall as be scratched under his nose. "Yeah, but not like, a friendly ghost. I mean full on, vengeful, hate filled ghost." Trucy flinched a bit, shaking her head slightly.
(Apollo... Well, Apollo himself isn't a killer.)
"... It depends." Cody sat up straight on the desk, frowning slightly. "On what, doll?"
"What did I hear you say to the lass?!"
"Foxy, please calm down..." Trucy picked up the tablet as Cody stared in disbelief at the left door. The camera labeled 'Pirate's Cove' had its curtains open. Apollo sat down on a chest to the side while Mike was infront of him, holding a wrench. Apollo's gaze was on the camera, his eyepatch down as he narrowed his eye. Trucy sighed, and leaned out the left doorway. "Calm down fox!" Trucy heard Mike grunt as she looked back the camera. Mike had his hands to his hips, glaring at Apollo as the fox stared at him in shock. Mike pointed at the chest with the wrench. "Sit." Trucy giggled slightly as Apollo blinked, glancing at the chest, then back at Mike. He opened his mouth to speak, with Mike held up the wrench, and smacked his gently in the snout. "I said sit fox."
Apollo glanced at the camera, and sighed. He turned, and walked to the chest, his tail brushing the floor. Trucy laughed harder, earning her a confused look from Cody. "Are they... Always like this?" Trucy nodded, snickering as she set the tablet back down. "Ap-. I mean, Foxy is usually less childish. I think he's just trying to fool me or something." Cody sat back on the desk, wiping the area under his nose with his index finger again. "Oh, I see, so the spirit possessing Foxy is trying to fool you into trusting him..." He smacked his hands together, and grinned wickedly. "So that he can get you into a suit?" Trucy shook her head, frowning. "No, you got it all-... Wait." She looked towards Cody's camera as he took it out again. "Spirits possessing the animatronics?"
Cody nodded, keeping his mouth in a thin line as he clicked through his camera. "Yeah... And what a dousy it was, just to figure it out..." He held up the camera, his frown going deeper. "Allow me to tell you a story..."
Cody Hackins hated his new job.
No, hate wasn't a strong enough word. Cody despised his job. Sweat poured down his face as he flicked through the cameras. He met the guy on the phone, Fro Zenbeat, earlier that day.
(Don't worry he said.)
He mumbled as he switched cameras, not bothering to check which one he was looking at.
(They only wanted to stuff you in a suit he said.)
He sighed, grabbing hid hat and twisting it. "Why did I come back for a second night..?" He then frowned, setting his hat back on his head. "Oh yeah... That contract..." A contract that, according to the manager, Scott Stahm, every night guard had to agree too. Stay five nights, and then you could leave. He signed the contract, not even questioning why it was even a rule in the first place.
After the first night, he now understood.
When he confronted Scott the next day, telling him that he would sue the company, Scott held up the contract, and Cody noticed, in fine print, that he couldn't. Not until his five nights were finished.
"Why even five nights Mr. Stahm?!" Cody slammed the contract onto the man's desk, narrowing his eyes. "If you don't want us to die, whe not even let us go?" Scott opened his mouth to speak, before closing it. "I-I can't say..." Cody leaned back in his seat, scratching the spot under his nose as he smirked. "And why's that?"
"Excuse me, Scott?" Cody turned to see a man standing in the doorway. The man was tall, and had his long, blond hair done in a neat ponytail, a jacket wrapped around his neck like a cape. His shades, the darkest ones Cody had ever seen, covered his eyes. "A-am I interrupting s-something..?" Cody blinked in surprise.
(That... Is not a voice I would expect.)
Scott sighed in relief, waving his hand. "No, Fro, come in, come in." He gestured to Cody. "Have you met the night guard yet?" The man, Fro, shook his head as he walked in. "I-I'm afraid not..." He glanced at Cody's glare before quickly looking away. "M-my name is F-F-Fro ZenBeat..." Cody sneered, and stood up. "I'm done." Cody stormed out of the office, leaving behind Fro and Scott, who gaped at the door. "... What a strange name Scott..."
(They may be able to stop me from from leaving...)
Codyi smirked as a sudden thought came to mind.
(They can't stop the animatronics from leaving!)
"Wait wait wait... Wait." Trucy held up a hand, and looked at the tablet. "... Can you close that door?" Cody raised an eyebrow, but pressed the right door button. "Why do you want me too-?" His hand hit the light button, illuminating the right hallway. Cody screamed as Chica, no, Chancey as Chica, appeared in the right hallway. The animatronic seemed to giggle before waving at Trucy. Trucy smiled and waved back as Cody stared on in shock. Trucy pressed the light button again, and turned back to Cody. "I think they got bored. Anyway, why were you scared?" Cody stared at the window in shock, clutching a fistfull of his shirt in his hand. "How... HOW THE-?"
"Sssshhh." She patted his head, slapping a hand over his mouth. "Didn't you say the dead possessed the robots? Aren't they all children?"
"... Except... The fox..." She rose an eyebrow at the man, removing her hand from his mouth. "Excuse me?" Cody gripped his color, tugging on it. "After I put my plan in motion... Which was really putting the robots in rooms and locking them to prevent escape, I... Wasn't aware there was a fourth."
"Singing! I heard singing!" Cody kept flicking through the cameras, until one, with curtains, revealed itself. The animatronic, one which Cody couldn't tell what it was yet, was sitting infront of the entrance to the open curtains. "Dum de dum diddly dum..."
"oh no no no." Cody shut the left door, and set the tablet down. "You're not getting away with this..." He took out his camera, and aimed it at the left window. "I'll even wait for it..."
And he did.
For a few seconds.
A red blur suddenly flashed infront of the window, and stopped. A giant, animatronic fox stood infront of the window. His muzzle set in a frown, his eyes curious. "... Ahoy!"
Cody blinked before holding up the camera, and taking a picture. The fox blinked, his eyepatch going up and down, before slamming the window with his hook, making a small crack. "Now, ye endo, or if ye even are one. Endos not be stuffin me crew into rooms..."
Cody bit his lip as he set the camera back into his pocket, and he stared in shock at the fox. "I-I..." He then turned, and ran. The fox's protests following the man. He ran past the bathrooms, into the party room. He looked around, and saw a door.
(I know that's not the exit, the exit is locked tight... To this room it is!)
He heard the clanks of the fox's footsteps, and ran into the room, shutting the door behind him, locking it.
"Everything after that..." He scratched under his nose. "Was really a blank. I know I did something, I had a scar across my hand, and some camera data was deleted..." He then held up the camera, and handed it to Trucy. "This is why Mr. Stahm won't let me leave. I've seen too much. He'll keep saying I'll die if I leave..." Trucy grabbed the camera, and looked at it. She gasped.
In the picture, Foxy stood in the window, just like Cody said.
But behind the Fox, a transparent person, a man, stood. He wore a red vest, somehow made darker with the gaping hole in his chest. Red spots stained the white, rolled up sleeves of his undershirt. His hair, which was usually gelled up, was down, nearly covering his empty eye socket. Two, dark, tear tracks leaded down from his eyes. His right hand was out, or what was left of it, as if begging someone to take his hand, to help him. His one, hazel eye, was full of pain and regret.
Trucy dropped the camera, and curled into a ball, sobbing as the image of Apollo's spirit seared itself into her mind.
Apollo's ears pricked up at the sound of sobbing.
(Trucy..?)
Mike seemed to notice it too, as he looked up from repairing the fox to look towards the entrance. "Don't worry Foxy... I just need to close the panel..." He picked back up the bracelet he had set on the ground earlier, much to Apollo's disapproval. "Are you sure this isn't some part that-?"
Apollo glared at the man, making him flinch slightly. "I-i think shutting off your voicebox was a bad idea..." He put the bracelet back in the hidden stomach compartment, and pressed a button. Apollo jolted, his eyepatch going up to reveal his robotic eye before falling back down. Mike closed the panel, and stood up. "There we go Foxy. Not my best work, but not my worst..."
Apollo opened his jaw to thank Mike, but all that came out was static. He frowned, and tried again. Mike watched in interest as the fox tried to find his voice. Grabbing his throat and rubbing it multiple times.
"KZZHHHTTT... anks Kzt-ad..." Mike nodded, smiling as he tipped his imaginary hat. "A pleasure I wasn't looking forward to today, Cap'."
Apollo stood up as Mike ran out of the cove towards the entrance, he already saw part of the spirit's anger, he didn't need to see anymore today.
Apollo ran down the hall, a bright flash illuminated the hall halway to the office, and Apollo, human, jumped into the room.
He looked around, and saw Cody, trying to comfort Trucy. "Trucy... What is-?" He looked up at the sound of growling, his eyes widened when he saw Apollo? "Wh-who are you?"
Apollo ignored the question, he looked at the boy, narrowing his eyes. "What happened here?!" And then he felt it.
("Why, if it isn't you again?")
Apollo's eyes widened, and he shut his mouth. Trucy looked up, tears streaming down her face.
(No... No please!)
("Why not?! Remember how fun it was the first couple of times? Didn't you love doing the bite?)
"No..." Apollo gripped his head, shaking it. "Don't... Not while Trucy is here..."
("Oh, you mean the girl? Why don't we make her join the family?")
(NO! I won't allow her to go through what I have! It'll break her...)
"... Apollo..?"
("But you'll be with your dearest sister again!")
(Leave her out of this!)
"Apollo!"
("I wonder, really, how many strings will it take you? You silly puppet, struggling against your instincts.")
(... No... I can't...)
"Apollo, snap out of it!" Apollo was jolted out of his thoughts when he finally felt Trucy shaking him. He looked up, his eyepatch up to show his yellow eye now pitch black, with white in the center. Cody was already gone, being carried away by Billy and Frank. Trucy shook her brother again, her tears trailing down her face. "Cody didn't make me cry Apollo! Nothing happened, please snap out of it!" She hugged him, ignoring the pain being brought back into her bandaged arm as Apollo's hook barely scratched it. "I don't want you to go mad..." Apollo's dark eye seemed to brighten, before going dark again. He shook, screwing his eyes shut. Trucy looked up at her brother in worry.
"Apollo..?" Apollo's eyes snapped open, and Trucy smiled. His black eye was back to yellow, with his hazel eye still human. He looked down at Trucy, and frowned. "That was a stupid thing of you to do." Trucy pouted, but stopped when Apollo smiled. "But still, thanks." Trucy laughed, and after a few moments, Apollo joined in the laughter. Giving a genuine one, one he hadn't had done in years...
(A:N: Gosh darnit, when I think I post a chapter, my phone has to go no, and laugh evilly as it doesn't. R&R, and remember, your flames warm my family!)