A/N Sorry that I don't update either of my stories quickly. I DO have school… and I'm not the best writer…. But other than that, sorry for the infrequent, uneven word-count updates.
"What?!" Alex practically shouted. "Preposterous! How could I be a machine? I eat, sleep, and use the restroom too! I also drink water for Pete's sake!"
"I be knowin' nobody by the name o' Pete." Foxy said, oblivious to the heated discussion between Alex and Chica.
"Yeah, he even told us. You. Are. A. Robot. Were I to cut you right now, you would either emit sparks, or leak joint grease." Chica retorted. Alex, being the stubborn person he was, rolled up his sleeve.
"Alright then, prove it." He replied, his voice laced with bravery. He knew he was no machine, didn't he? With a quick flick of her wrist, Alex's skin was torn open, causing him to wince. Sure enough, there were yellow-gold sparks coming from what looked like titanium. Alex was dumbfounded, his mind broken. Memories flashed through his head as realization dawned on him. Parents covering his cuts from his view, visits to a 'doctor' that he never remembered. His robotic fingers brushed over the serration, as more and more forgotten memories came to mind. No crush, 100% on every test, best athlete in the school, and the fact he was the tallest for his age. "B-but how. I-I ate. Slept, GREW to seven feet! It-it makes no sense!"
"You were father's pride and joy. He put so much time, effort, and money into you, he perfected the recreation of human life. Sadly, he spent too much. The government shut him down, and he stuck you in an orphanage. It was only pure luck that you were adopted by father's brother. You ate, turning the food into electricity, as well with water. Your growing was from the excess of power. The more power you had, the bigger you got. You yourself also don't go to the bathroom. That's your excess oil. It smells real bad too, for you information." Chica explained, making sure it all soaked in with Alex. While his head was accepting the stuff, he was shaking his head no.
"Why didn't he take me back, stuff me in a suit?" Alex asked, making both Foxy and Chica's 'eyes' go wide with surprise.
This time, Foxy spoke up, clearly he had finally tuned in. "He was actually goin' to do that. He was goin' ta make ye the cap'n. But it cost im too much. Ye know the rest. Then he made us, an I was the cap'n of me ship 'till '87. The rest, anyone could tell ye."
"So… I'm not real. I-I don't really exist. No-no fingerprints owned by the government, no...no school records before 6th grade...no nothing?" Alex asked. It was all too much for him to take in. Chica nodded sadly.
"It's sad, but true." Was all she said.
"But, but what about the pain? The feelings? Surely he couldn't have programmed that, could he have?" He asked, making yet another attempt to bring himself back to what was to him but a speedily closing glimpse of what he had once called normality.
"Everything you say. Your voice, your pain, your feelings, are all programmed. You were but the first of five. Sadly, it's true. You yourself are not human." She said.
Alex then brought up his last resort. What he had been saving for the end if nothing else had prevailed in his quest for rightness. "Why should I trust you?" Chica had looked like she had been stunned, and Foxy's eyepatch was up, his jaw loose with surprise.
Chica let out a long, sad sigh. "You don't have to. All you need to do is look at the facts. Look, if it's any condolence, I could ah, make you a Pizza? What about you coming before Freddy? After all the saying goes, respect your eld-"
"Stop. Just, just stop, okay? I've had enough torture for tonight. Can I please just-just have a moment of silence? This-this is a lot to take in. I'm not sure if I can take this all in." The last thing that would have presented him as human then decided to act against him. A drop of oil came from his eye socket. No longer was he, Alex the 'amazing at everything' but, Alex, the man who is not human. As Alex put his head in his palms he let out an exasperated sigh. All of a sudden, the power went out. Chica and Foxy looked around, and then a tune began playing. Something Alex remembered playing on the school's piano once. The Toreador March. He looked up to see flickering eyes and teeth, as Foxy began to growl, hook raised. Freddy popped up in Alex's face. But instead of fear, Alex felt rage. He shoved Freddy away, who was confused at the endoskeleton's lack of fear. Foxy and Chica were bewildered, while Alex loomed over Freddy, having grown three inches. "Do you want to play a game?" Alex spat, causing Freddy to put his hands up in self defense. Unbeknownst to him, Alex's eyes had gone black, except for a single pinprick of while in the center of each eye. Alex's voice then became dark, and unforgiving. "Because two can play at THAT game."
A/N #2 Things take a turn for the worse, while I try my best at creating a fight scene for the next chapter. If you're new, maybe check out my other story just for fun. Oh, and one more thing. I may, or may not, incorporate Golden Freddy near the end of the story. (Which I promise, is no time soon)