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Chapter 18
Foxy walked out of the stall in the bathroom and looked in the mirror above the sinks. These fox ears look ridiculous, he thought, tugging on the collar of his new shirt. He wiggled his feet, trying to get them into a comfortable position in his boots. Another stall door opened, and out stepped Freddy. His outfit didn't look too different from his old one, aside from the fact that he was wearing a waistcoat instead of a jacket.
Freddy looked in the mirror beside Foxy. "Well, at least I look better than you," he commented, pulling the cuffs of his sleeves over his brown wrists.
Foxy held his hook up to the light. "I wonder how painful it would be if I gouged this in your eye," he asked himself, his pirate brogue butchering the words.
The threat had no effect on Freddy. "Oh please." He rolled his eyes, straightening his hat. "You know we can't feel pain."
Foxy snarled and was about to respond, but Teddy and Bonnie both stepped out of their own stalls at that moment. They were staring down at their outfits in distaste.
Teddy stared at his orange and yellow striped waistcoat. "Do I seriously have to wear this?" he growled.
BB opened another stall and skipped out of the bathroom, obviously in a good mood. He still had his little pinwheel hat, but his shirt now had longer sleeves, along with white buttons instead of purple. His outfit wasn't that different, but he apparently loved it.
"He's so cute," Mangle commented as BB pranced out of the room.
"You should be more like him," Tonnie told his brother.
Bonnie rolled his eyes. "Well I'm not a ten-year-old, so I'm not going to act like one."
Goldie sighed as he walked out of his stall. He glanced at his image in the glass, then looked away and left the bathroom.
"What's wrong with him?" Foxy asked, purposefully putting a rude, sarcastic tone in his voice.
Freddy shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe one of us should ask him."
Silence.
Foxy shook his head and left the bathroom. "Well, whoever does it, it's not going to be me."
xXx
*Thirty minutes later*
Zoe knelt and gave BB a hug. "Good luck today, kiddo. Remember, I'm just in one of the party rooms if you need me. Okay?"
BB smiled. "Okay."
Zoe ruffled his hair and handed him a bunch of balloons. "You're going to be in the Game Area with Mari. If anything goes wrong, just tell her or come find me."
BB rolled his eyes, though he was smiling. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You've said this a thousand times. I know what I'm doing."
"I know," Zoe replied. "I just don't want what happened yesterday to repeat itself. Now remember-"
"Don't annoy anyone, don't try to beat anyone up, and be careful when speaking to people I don't recognize," BB finished. "Mom, relax. Everything is going to be fine."
Zoe sighed. "I know. I just worry." She stood up. "Okay. Have fun, kiddo." She walked off down the hallway.
BB stared after her, then turned forwards to look at the doors. He took a deep breath. He may have convinced Zoe that he'd be okay, but he hadn't been able to convince himself.
Suddenly, a loud screeching sound resonated through the restaurant. BB yelped and covered his ears, letting go of the balloons.
The screeching faded, and BB looked up at the stage, where the sound had come from. Bonnie was standing on the stage, a red guitar in his hands. The guitar had a wire protruding from it, the other end connected to some weird machine.
Bonnie laughed. "Awesome."
Freddy rolled his eyes as he grabbed a wire from his microphone and plugged it into the machine. "You're supposed to be practicing, not fooling around."
"Practicing what?" Bonnie scoffed, then struck at the strings on his guitar again, releasing another ear-splitting screech.
Vincent shot Bonnie a glare from the table he was sitting at, and the robot fell silent. Vincent nodded, satisfied, then un-clipped a walkie-talkie from his belt. He pressed a button then spoke into it. "Are all the guards in their places?"
"Yep," a voice said from the device. It was Jeremy's voice. "I'm right outside the front doors."
"I must say," said another voice, which sounded like Zoe's, "it seems rather undignified for you of all people to be using a walkie-talkie. This isn't something I'd expect from you, Vincent."
Vincent rolled his eyes. "It was Scott's idea," he said. "Now, are you at your station or not?"
A sigh. "Yes. I'm in the office."
Silence.
Vincent spoke again. "Mike?"
Suddenly, a loud bang and a string of cuss words emanated from the device, most of which BB couldn't hear because Chica had come up behind him and covered his ears. As soon as the cursing faded out, Chica removed her hands from his head.
Vincent facepalmed. "What did you do?"
More swearing, and Chica covered BB's ears again.
"Shut up. Now are you in Pirate's Cove?"
More cussing.
Vincent turned off the walkie-talkie and clipped it back onto his belt. "I'll take that as a yes." He turned to Springtrap, who was standing right next to the doors. "Open the doors."
Springtrap hesitated. She looked out at the street. There was a small crowd waiting outside, and BB spotted a few of the fangirls in their midst.
"Are you sure?" she asked, nervously adjusting her greenish-yellow vest.
Vincent heaved a sigh. "Just open the goddamn door."
Springtrap shrugged and unlocked the doors.
The result was almost as bad than the fangirls.
Kids swarmed into the restaurant like bees, crowding around the animatronics and yelling. Children crawled up on the stage, and Freddy went down in a sea of kids. Bonnie had his back to the wall and was warding them off with his guitar, and Chica was trying unsuccessfully to hide behind her drum set. Teddy and Tonnie all got attacked by little toddlers. Tia seemed to be the only one in the room who could control the children. A bunch of them dashed into Pirate's Cove, and a few others ran down the hallway. A large group headed towards Mari, who yelped and hopped into a large box that looked like a present. She closed the flaps and kids crowded around it, screaming and smacking the sides with their tiny palms. Many of the older kids, looking to be around seven to eleven years old, either stayed with their parents or found their friends and sat down at tables.
BB looked around. Not many of the kids were coming towards him, possibly because they thought he was just another one of them. Only a few came at him, and that was just to ask him if he could get the balloons down from the ceiling. Unfortunately, he wasn't tall enough, and when the kids realized this, they simply pouted and left.
There didn't seem to anyone else coming towards him, so he shrugged and sat down on the floor. The kids only seemed interested in annoying the robots that seemed to be adults and teenagers, not other kids.
Since he didn't have his balloons at the moment, and there was no way he'd be able to calm these kids down by himself, there really wasn't much for him to do there. He stood up and started walking to the kitchen. When he passed Pirate's Cove, he heard children shrieking and Mike and Foxy swearing at the tops of their lungs. BB was glad he didn't have to deal with those kids.
Suddenly, a voice called out: "Hey, Balloon Bitch!"
BB turned around, and his heart leaped into his throat when he saw four teenage girls. He didn't recognize them from the day before, but he couldn't be sure.
There was also the matter of that word they had called him. He heard Mike yelling it from Pirate's Cove seconds before, and from the way the security guard had said it, BB was fairly sure it was not complimentary. BB didn't know what it meant, however, so he did a quick Google search in his mind. When the results appeared, he raised his eyebrows. Why would she be calling him a female dog? Then he saw the second definition and understood. So it was an insult.
Nevertheless, this word didn't faze him. If anyone was a "difficult or unpleasant situation or thing", it was these four.
BB crossed his arms. "What are you doing here? This is a restaurant for kids."
One of the girls, one with brown hair dyed blond at the tips, shrugged. "Oh well. Just show us where Foxy is."
BB almost laughed. If these girls were really fans of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they would have known that he'd be in Pirate's Cove. He's a pirate fox. Where else would he be? These girls had probably heard from the fangirls that the animatronics were human now, and had decided to see for themselves.
"He's in the kitchen," BB said, gesturing towards the door next to the stage. "I was just going to go check up on him, but since you want to see him anyway, you can do it for me."
Two of the girls looked at each other and squealed. Another one with bright blue and purple glasses looked at the door and headed towards it, gesturing for her friends to follow. BB turned away before they found that Foxy wasn't actually in the kitchen.
another shitty chapter ending i'm sorry i hat my past self