Hello everyone! Sorry for a little bit of a late chapter, I was signing up for another website yesterday, and their was a lot of madness surrounding that circumstance so... XD I could only get a few paragraphs in. Which of course, with my luck, were deleted. ._. Just amazing.
The group of various robotic animals crowded around Foxy, craning their metal necks to catch a glimpse of the mysterious paper.
"What's it say? Why'd the marionette give it to you? Why'd the marionette think Dawn was dead weight?" The last question made the eagle flinch a bit, but she regained her posture, (Or what she had of it), and looked over Foxy's shoulder once again.
"Uh... It has multiple things on it. We only have one problem..." Foxy frowned.
"Does anyone in this room know how to read...?" Foxy slowly looked at the perplexed faces around the room. It didn't seem like it.
"I don't." Max shook his head, making his whiskers fly around.
"Not me." Chica shrugged.
"Sorry." Freddy pursed his lips.
"Nope." Bonnie slapped her hands together and looked at the floor.
No one had admitted to the knowledge of reading.
"Wait, what about you, Dawn?"
She ducked her head a bit at the sound of her name, but realizing the situation, she spoke up.
"Um... A little bit, I guess..." She looked up at the surprised Fox.
"Really?" The whole room was staring at her, and she didn't like that. She shied back under her wings.
"Yeah... Do you... Do you want me to?" A weak voice came from underneath the feathers.
"Sure... If you think you can." Foxy handed the slip of lined paper to a hand protruding from the wings.
There was a long silence as Dawn read the note to herself, but after a minute or two, she handed it back to Foxy.
"Uh, what did it say?" He was trying to keep his voice soft, he didn't want to upset her. She was the only one with the knowledge.
"It had a lot of numbers... But it also said something about a street. Do you, uh... Do you want me to read it to you guys?" She tilted her head.
"Sure. That would be awesome." Foxy handed the paper back.
"Ok, um... It says, "3349, Kurkland Avenue.". But it also says, "Room 27." I wonder what it means..." Dawn handed the paper back, and retreated back to her little wing hut.
"Well... It's obviously an address... But how to we find it?" Bonnie was thinking.
"Ever heard of a taxi?" Foxy's smile widened.
Small time snap! Just like... A half an hour later. :3 WARPING!
"So everyone ready?" Foxy said. He was so curious to know what they were doing. They were just going to visit somewhere... Did they need this much prep?
"Yeah." Chica emerged from the bathroom.
Nothing had changed.
"What were you doing?" Foxy asked.
"I don't know." She walked to the door.
"What?" Foxy was so confused.
"I said, I don't know."
"W-... I'm not even going to ask anymore. Never mind."
The gang headed out the door, and into the elevator.
A little child wouldn't stop staring at Foxy, kind of creeping him out.
"Um..." He decided not to talk, and looked the other way.
*DING*
"Oh thank goodness..." Foxy muttered under his breath.
Once they were outside, Foxy said;
"Alright. Anyone know how to hail a taxi?"
"No, I thought you were the expert here." Freddy said smarmily.
"Oh shut it."
Chica got down on her knees, and began to bow over and over again towards the street.
"What... Are you doing?" Foxy chuckled a bit.
"I'm hauling a... Oh. You didn't mean that, did you?" She got up, and frowned at the laughing fox.
"Heh, no. Let me try something." Foxy waited for a taxi to come near, and jumped out to the middle of the road
The taxi swerved, but went backwards towards the group.
The window rolled down, revealing the stunned face of a middle aged man.
"Is that... Oh my gosh. It's you! Do you need a ride? It's free! Just sign my hat!" He handed Foxy his Chicago Bear's hat and a pen.
Foxy messily jotted down, "Foxy", on it, not knowing what he should've written. The taxi driver smiled, and motioned for the group to come in.
Cramped wasn't a sufficient word. More like, stuffed inside of a briefcase filled with 50 other people. It was a miserable ride for the group, especially Dawn. An audible sigh of relief was heard when they stepped out of the car, which smelled suspiciously like churros.
"Oh man... I will never ride in a taxi again." Chica shook her head.
"How are you getting home?" Foxy asked.
"I... Crap."
They walked towards the wide building, reading: 3349. It turned out it was an apartment.
When they walked up to the building, they saw an intercom. It had numbers, and Chica acutely remembered, it was room 27. She suggested the number.
Foxy pushed a finger up against the button, and static poured out of the radio.
They stood there for what seemed like an hour, until a sad sounding man's voice broke through the static.
"Hello?"
The animatronics stood, stunned in front of the intercom.
The voice belonged to Mike.
BOOM! The world explodes.