A/N Now we get to a more gruesome, fighting part. Sorry. There was no tag for 'totally horrible description of a fight between what was thought as a human and a giant bear-like robot-that-sounds-like-a-pervert-when-he-laughs' Trigger warning, references to creepypastas. You don't like em, too bad. I'm indifferent on the matter.
Freddy's eyes turned to pinpricks and he was lifted up off the ground by the giant emotional mass known as Alex. For the first time in his life, Freddy felt fear creep over him as he stared into Alex's unforgiving, demonic eyes. "Nobody, NOBODY messes with me!" Alex shouted, flinging Freddy out into the hall.
"Wait, Alex!" Came the concerned voice of Chica. She tried outstretching her hand to his shoulder to comfort him, but he swatted it away. Chica recoiled, mortified. She had never seen Alex so angry. He seemed nice and caring. A jingle played from Alex, the one he remembered always accompanied Laughing Jack. The Jack-in-the-Box music. Only it was off key, and much creepier. Alex began to hum along as Freddy ran through the hallways, desperate to get away from the THING.
"Remember, Freddy. No running." Alex said, his voice sounding like the other creepypasta he remembered growing up. . Freddy tripped over a out-pushed chair, causing a bolt to go flying out of his knee joint, Alex catching it from within a centimeter away from his face. "Tsk tsk, what did I tell you?" Alex leaned towards Freddy for emphasis. "But I'm a good sport. Show me what you've got." Alex flicked the bolt back to Freddy, who screwed it back in, and heaved himself up.
"Nay! Alex stop! Remember who ye are!" Foxy shouted. The voice of Foxy was like a key to his emotions. Most likely because they were both meant to be pirates. There was a loud 'snap' noise like a bone breaking as Alex's eyes became human-ish, and he suddenly shrunk. There was then a loud noise of contact, as Freddy sent Alex flying head-first, chipping away some of the pizza-stained, moss-covered wall. Alex picked himself up, a tear* running from the top of his skull, to his shoulderblades. He knew enough to know that he would survive without the skin, but there were certain rules here. Just like the Terminator, one of his eyes were showing, the pupil behind the contact was flashing red. Alex grasped at his head as he swayed back and forth like a drunken sailor. As Foxy approached, Alex slumped against the wall, exhausted. Foxy took off his eyepatch and put it over Alex's injured eye. Alex proceeded to power off, giving the animatronics time to talk with each other.
"That oughta put him in his place." Freddy said, dusting himself off. He was fairly ticked with the endoskeleton who was quite scary, even when powered down. He looked at Alex and shuddered.
"What!" Foxy and Chica said simultaneously, staring at Freddy in shock. Chica then finished the duo's thoughts. "Alex," she motioned to the offline animatronic, "came before you. He was the FIRST animatronic EVER." Freddy rolled his eyes, earning a slap from Chica. As he rubbed his cheek in mock pain, Chica continued to explain, making sure Freddy new every single detail.
As if some fourth force of nature summoned him, almost as if a fair amount of people were expecting him, Bonnie walked out of the closet, somehow with a baby blanket in tow. "Ngh. What did I miss?" She said, as she took in the scene that lay before her very photoreceptors. "What. Did. You. DO! She shouted, causing a car alarm to go off in the parking lot. It was safe to assume it was Alex's, since he was the only staff to come at night. All Chica, Freddy, and Foxy did was motion to Alex sitting against the wall. "Foxy, why does that endoskeleton have your eyepatch?" Was all Bonnie asked. Foxy whacked him on the back of the head, and began to explain.
"This 'ere be Alex. He be NOT an endoskeleton, but me pal." Foxy went on about the same thing Chica had said twice now, Bonnie nodding occasionally.
Alex kept fading in and out of sleep mode, catching snippets of conversation. "Maybe the best thing for him IS a suit." Freddy suggested. "But not one of me, no."
"Chica?" Foxy asked. All he got was a weirded out stare from all three singers. "Bonnie?" He asked.
"No, Alex doesn't seem like the guitar type." Bonnie said, with a dull stare towards Foxy.
"M-me?" Foxy stuttered.
"Well who else is there? Certainly not Golden Freddy!" Freddy exclaimed, earning a questioning glance from Chica. "later" he whispered.
"But we be havin' no suit o' me!" He exclaimed.
"Oh, but we do." Freddy finished with a smirk, or at least what was his best attempt at one.
"Oh? Ye bes' be showin' me." Foxy replied, his arm and hook crossed. Freddy rolled his eyes and lead the group while carrying the unconscious Alex, to the backstage, where there was no camera. There, propped against the wall, was a black fox, with gray chest fur, a fixed jaw identical to Foxy's, and eyepatch, and a perfectly shiny hook. "And ye didn't think to let me have it?" Foxy asked.
"You're generic color is red, Foxy." Foxy rolled his eyes. "Now lets help Alex."
Still looking for OCs. I know you guys aren't blind, or deaf.