Hey guys! Here is the new chapter! I hope you all enjoy it! And as always, until next time, Peace!
It was dawn. The rain had calmed and the sun was peaking through the clouds.
Mike set his hat down on his desk and grabbed his keys.
He walked down the hall whistling the puppet's music box theme.
The puppet lifted his head, hearing the tune.
He faintly smiled and leaned against the box, listening to his beloved tune.
Closing his eyes, he went into Mike's mind.
"Night guard... Hey night guard..." He whispered.
Mike stopped walking in the midst of the hallway.
"Who are you?" He asked aloud.
"Hush! Do you want them knowing I'm talking to you?!" He raised his voice.
"Okay Okay!" He whispered.
"Speak through your mind..." Puppet demanded him.
"So just think?" He thought.
"You got the idea."
"So... Who are you? What do you want?" Mike questioned in his mind.
"What I want... Is you to fix my music."
"Fix your music?"
"Yep."
"Uhh...How do I do that exactly?"
"Ask the others where my music box is. It's broken. I need you to fix it."
"What if I don't?"
"I'll kill you..." He growled.
"Going to get the music box it is." Mike nervously sighed as he walked into the pirate cove.
Foxy's ears perked up and he heard him coming.
He stood up and walked out of his room and saw Mike.
"Ey Mikey! What do ye need?" Foxy asked cheerfully swishing his tail side to side.
"I Uhh..." Mike was trying to find the words to say.
"Don't tell them I'm telling you. Or else you'll get it." Puppet whispered in his mind.
"How exactly am I going to go about this then?" Mike asked in his mine.
The Puppet was silent and didn't respond.
"Mike?" Foxy asked.
"Yeah?" Mike replied coming back to reality.
"Did ye need somethin?" Foxy asked.
"Umm... Yeah. Do you have any idea where uhh... A music box is by any chance?"
"Why ye askin?"
"No reason. I just wanted to see if I could fix it- IF it was broke or anything..." Mike nervously laughed.
"Great... Now I'm dead.." He thought to himself.
"Indeed." The Puppet growled.
"Were ye talkin to The Puppet by any chance lad?" Foxy asked, suspecting he had been talking with him.
"The Puppet?" Mike asked. "So that's it's name..." He mumbled.
"If he wanted his music box why didn't he just ask me?"
"Uhh..." Mike stood there waiting for Puppet to say or do something.
"Because I didn't want to." Puppet said in Foxy's mind.
"Well I don't know how ta fix yer box laddie. I'm sorry." Foxy sighed, speaking aloud.
"But he does..." The Puppet whispered.
"Mike?" Foxy questioned the puppet. "How do ye know that?"
"I...I don't..." He admitted.
"Can ye fix his music box laddie?" Foxy asked turning to Mike.
"I don't think so... I'm sure I could take it somewhere though... I don't know how long it would take for them to fix it though..."
"Well do it and do it quickly." Puppet demanded transferring back into Mike's mind.
"Okay. Fine..." Mike sighed aloud. "Where is the box anyway?"
"I got it in me room..." Foxy said turning around and walking into his room.
He walked out a minute later with a crushed music box, wrapped in a felt cloth.
"Don't ye loose one piece of that lad. One piece gone, the whole thing's ruined." He said handing Mike the bag.
"Okay." Mike smiled. "Well, I'll see you tonight."
"See ye later laddie." Foxy smiled as Mike left the cove.
Mike walked out to his truck and drove off.
Foxy walked out of the cove and into the party room where the Puppet was.
"Foxy?" He called out. "Why are you here?"
"Don't want ye to be alone laddie." He smiled and sat down next to his box.
"I never did thank ye..."
"For what?" Puppet asked wishing he could see his friend face to face.
"Fer helpin Mikey..."
"Oh. Well... You're welcome I guess..." He sighed.
"Why did ye trick us?"
"I...About what?"
"When ye gave us life... After we were killed... Ye told us that if we killed enough of the guards... We'd be able to move on... Why did...Why did ye lie to
us?" Foxy asked, trying to keep from crying.
"I.. I don't know Foxy... I thought that that might work... I shouldn't have lied to you all though..." He admitted.
"Do you forgive me?" Puppet asked.
Foxy was silent for a moment. He remembered all the guards they caught... All the guards they killed...
All the screams... The blood... The death...
Foxy saw himself... Dragging a guard down the hall with the others following close behind.
"He made it two nights. Not bad." Bonnie chuckled.
"Well he ain't gonna be laughin much longer." Foxy grinned and locked eyes with the trembling guard.
"Please... Let me go... I-I won't ever come back again. I won't tell anyone anything! I swear!" The guard pleaded on the verge of crying.
"The word of a adult isn't worth trash." Freddy snapped and walked into the back room.
"What are you going to do with me?" The guard asked cowering.
Foxy threw him into the room and stood in the hall.
"Don't worry... It'll only hurt a lot..." He grinned.
He turned and looked down the hall to see Felicity peeking out of the cove.
She looked at him for a moment before disappearing back into the cove.
Foxy turned back to the guard to see Chica pulling on his arm.
"STOP IT! STOP IT!" The guard screamed and tried to pull away.
Chica giggled and put her foot on his chest and started pulling harder.
Foxy watched as his arm was ripped off and blood splattered everywhere.
He walked into the room and grinned.
"Now it's me turn..." He grinned and bared his hook.
Foxy came back into reality and sighed. "I...I do..."
"Really?" Puppet asked.
"Yeah... But don't ye ever try to tell anyone ta kill again. Got it? I got so much blood on me paw and hook it's depressing..." He sighed and turned to look at
the wall.
"Okay..." Puppet sighed.
Foxy sat beside the box, thinking...
How many lives he had stolen...How many people he had slaughtered... And for what? Now their souls were stuck like his...
Stuck...And he didn't even know how to move on...