I have put in a request for cover art by the wonderful Deugemia. She said she'd have it ready in a few days. I WAS going to make her a story, but she instead wanted another chapter. Also, I was referencing star wars, when anakin was put into his suit. Thus becoming Darth Vader.
The manager walked into the restaurant whistling the Happy Birthday song, twirling the keys on his fingers. He strode into his office and plopped into his chair, the noise of happy children already emanating from the main room. As he shuffled through paperwork, a finger tapped him on the shoulder. Confused, he turned around and found a black fox behind him, impatiently tapping its foot. Naturally he would have yelled, but the fox placed it's good hand over his mouth.
"Listen up, mister manager. I ain't gonna hurt ye, nor do anythin' bad to ye. So don' run, okay?" The presumably male fox said. He nodded, the fox taking his hand off the man's mouth. "Ye probably don' remember me, considerin' people are supposed ta die when put in a costume." The manager nodded, confirming the fox's statement. "Now I'm goin' ta tell ye that I was the security guard before the one ye have now." The fox said, pulling itsself up to full height. The manager was bewildered, eyes wide as the happy children in the background filled the silence between the two.
"Alex? I thought you were dead!" The manager exclaimed. He had thought that Alex was a fool, and wasted his power. Evidently enough, not. "Why are you here?"
"I be wonderin' if ye could do me a favor. If ye could start up Pirate Cove again with me an' Foxy as rivalin' pirate captains." He replied, a bit unsure if Chica's idea was good or not.
"Well it would cost a ton of money, there would be the matter of paying you…" The manager said, his thumb and index finger forming a check-mark under his chin.
"Ye don' need ta pay me, mister manager. I just request that I be able ta stay here at night. Plus, the founder of this here establishment's brother be me adopted father. I'm sure he'd help fund." Alex said, tapping his fingers one at a time in a row on his hook. One phone call later, as well as a punctured phone, the plan was a go. As the manager used his mobile phone to call the construction company, the booming voice of Freddy Fazbear came over the loudspeaker.
"Hey kids! I see someone in the back room over there! It looks like a… a fox!" He said in his cheerful voice. There was then the sound of dozens of chairs squaking to turn or be pushed out to turn near the manager's office. True to his word, Alex's foot was sticking out of the door, along with part of the back of his head. "Come on out, new guy! Don't be shy!" Freddy practically sang. Alex looked to the manager for help, who just chuckled and ushered him out of the room. As Alex turned to stare at all the kids, he meekly held his hook with his hand.
A kid then stood up and shouted. "WHOAH! IT LOOKS SO COOL!" There was then a loud murmur of agreements as Chica walked off the stage, and began dragging him by the arm. She whispered,
"We heard you entire plan. Its a good idea to get you familiar with the kids." As Alex then stepped on stage, Freddy handed him the microphone, and gave him space to stand up to his full height.
"So, new guy, what's your name?" Freddy asked. The tone of his voice sent a signal to some of the parents, and Alex that Freddy was having too much fun with this.
"M-me name be Alex." Alex stuttered. Bonnie was giggling, but only enough for him to catch.
A kid pointed. "He's a pirate! Awesome!" Kids now began shouting agreements, arguing who was most like him.
"Now now me buckos," Alex began. "A freind o' mine be an older sea dog than me, and he ain't gettin' no respect even though he ain't here right now." Alex finished with a grin. He could swear he caught Foxy poke his head out for a second or two before bringing it back in.
"Where is he?" A kid asked. "And who is he?" Multiple parents were confused as to the robot's 'friend'.
"He be off on a sailin' trip far away, but he be on his way back as we speak. He left when yer parents were kiddos like the lot o' ye. His name be Foxy." Due to the length of time that Foxy was gone, most of the parents looked at each other, shrugging. "An' when he comes back, will he an' I have a show for ye." With that, Freddy took back the microphone, thanked him, and continued like nothing had happened. A few kids came up to say hello, and he even had a semi- lengthy conversation with one of the parents, which afterwards the parent was lead away by a child, who wanted to leave. This would be an interesting repair week.