A/N, Hi everyone! Sorry for the delay! Well, here is the second chapter, I hope you will all enjoy, and that you are looking forward to what is to come!
weetaz07, I am glad you enjoyed the first chapter! I plan on making this story good, but I doubt I could make it as good as Tales!
Anyway, I hope you awesome readers will leave how you felt about this chapter in the reviews!
-Scriptorem stilis
Chapter Two
Shadow of the Past
He slowly stirred. Blinking his eyes, his vision did not clear. It seemed that there was a cloud before his eyes. Waving his hand through the air, attempting to be rid of the fog. Blinking a few more times, his vision finally cleared. He was leaning against a cold wall of concrete, in a dim room. The air about him seemed to radiate a musk, as of old books and carpets.
He shivered slightly. Looking down, he found that he was butt nude!
"Where be me clothes?"
Trying to stand, his joints creaked and popped, as if they had not been bent in an age. Slowly, he overcame this slight issue, and began to limp stiffly about the room.
In front of where he had been sitting stood a long, low table. Spread upon this there was many tools and peculiar odds and ends.
"Where be I?" Foxy wondered to himself.
His memory was foggy at best. He could not remember how he got here. A series of images seemed to pester him, like a swarm of mosquitos.
In it, he saw the face of a white vixen. Upon her snowy fur, he saw flickers of red. Like that of a flame.
White vixen. He thought the face looked familiar. In fact, he was certain he had a name to put to that pretty face.
"Mary," he spoke aloud.
As if he had spoken a command of opening, the memories flooded his vision. The crackling of fire and crashing of the building collapsing. Billows of choking smoke raising to the ceiling, the feeling of the flames closing in. The warm feel of tears running down his chest. Mary was crying as he held her close. The thud as a beam crashed down upon them…
"NO!" Foxy shouted to the emptiness about him.
Those memories must be wrong! Mary is ok. She MUST be okay!
Looking about the room, he spotted a large mass of jumbled and tumbled forms lying in the corner. Walking towards them, they slowly began to take color and shape. Out of the whole, his one good eye was drawn to a white tail sticking out from underneath a tarp.
Bending down, he reached out with his left hand and drew the tarp off. On the cracked concrete floor lay his vixen.
"Mary, lass! Are ye alright?" he enquired as he gently shook her.
A white ear twitched. Each minute seemed to last an eternity as Foxy watched Mary slowly sit up.
"Foxy..? Wha- what happened?" she asked groggily.
Foxy was delighted to hear his vixen speaking. He pulled her into a tight embrace and did not let go of her for a while.
"Where be our clothes?" Mary questioned, raising an eyebrow at their nudity.
"I be not sure lass. But at least I have ye!"
Releasing Mary from his arms, he stood up and offered Mary a helping hand to stand. Her legs were weak under her, and it took a short time for her to get used to standing again.
"What happened? How did we get here?" Mary demanded, as if expecting to receive an answer from the room itself.
"I don't know lass. Me mind be repeating fragments, but I be not certain whether these are memories, or dreams,"
Mary sighed, and sat down, leaning against the wall. Foxy followed suite and sat next to her. After he became comfortable, Mary leaned on him, resting her head on his shoulder. Together, the fell into a dreamless slumber.
A ringing made him jump. Listening, he heard it again. Getting up out of his chair, he walked to the kitchen to fetch the phone. On the little display, it showed a strange number.
"Who the hell?" Mike mumbled as he picked the receiver up.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi! I, uh, am looking for a Schmidt? Michael Schmidt?" A woman asked.
"Speaking. How may I help?"
"Um… right. My research shows that you used to work for Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria, correct?"
"Yeah, but that was back in the 80's, and only for a small while before,"
"It burned down. Yeah, I know. Look, Mr. Schmidt. There is a crew that is currently removing the rubble from the site. During this, a worker got his leg trapped under a slab of concrete,"
Mike raised an eye brow. Why was this lady talking to him about this?
"Is he alright?"
"Yes, he will be. He just suffered from a few lacerations, surprisingly. But that is beside the point. When they moved the concrete, one of the workers spotted a dark hole, about the size of a small room. In it, they found two of the animatronic mascots that had been used to entertain the children!"
He was taken back by this. They had found two of his old friends?
"Which ones are they?" He asked, trying his best to try and conceal the eagerness in his voice.
"Well, they say it was the two foxes, a white and crimson one,"
He had known their names, and in his mind, he could see their faces. Anne Dieu-le-Veut, or Mary for short, and Foxy. He longed to see them, but was worried that they would be scarred and disfigured by the fire.
"How are they? In condition, I mean?" Mike spoke up.
"Well, they were covered in a layer of dust and ash. But other than that, I'd say they were fine. Now, how they'd still function, I am not certain," The woman replied.
"Where are they at?"
"Well, they at the place of a former employee of Fazbears,"
"Who?" Mike asked. He couldn't remember anyone else that worked there.
"His name is Jeremy Fritzgerald."