A/N Sorry it's taking so long. Writer's block and crap. As of recently, I have earned the danger of tearing open the inside of my mouth with a single smile, or laugh. It hurts like heck to even have a smirk. Praying it will get better. Without much more to add, here is your next chapter, you story loving weirdo- I mean totally normal people. Also, for those who can't envision anthro Chica (for the past 7-8 chapters), then envision her as the new Chica from FNaF2
As the clock struck twelve, Alex felt a tap on his knee. He looked up to see a weary Brooke, who was waiting for him to get up. "Oh. Sorry Brooke. Musta' dozed off a bit." He said, getting up. Brooke chuckled as she passed him, as he effortlessly carried his chair and the large bowl into the party room.
He put the chair back into it's rightful place at the third table, and put the overly large bowl back into the kitchen, albeit in the dishwasher. As he turned around, he faced Chica. "Hi Alex." She said, simply, as she passed him to make pizza for Brooke. Alex nodded.
"Ahoy." He then walked to Pirate's Cove to see Foxy getting out old items from a dust-covered chest. Foxy looked up from his work, waving to Alex.
"Mind helpin' me, Alex? I be gettin' out some thins from the good ol' days." As if to prove his point, Foxy lifted up a old pirate hat, a hole torn in it probably from moths, and covered in so much dust it looked white.
"Sorry Foxy. I be tuckered out from all the kiddos tha' came here fer trick-or-treatin'. I feel like I could pass out." Alex replied, he green-eye photoreceptors dimmed.
"Well then ye bes' not sleep here. It'll probably be noisy. I got lots o' metal thins that would crash." Foxy said, inspecting his old hook.
"Thanks fer the warnin', matey. I'll look fer somewhere else." Alex said, turned towards the entrance of Pirate's Cove. Foxy nodded as Alex left. Alex then took a glance to the stage where Bonnie was, for once, practicing her guitar, and Freddy testing his microphone. Freddy looked up and waved, which Alex tiredly returned. It was best he just headed to the security office, instead. Surely, Brooke wouldn't mind some company. As he trudged down the west hallway, Alex's limbs felt heavier and heavier. As soon as he reached the security door, he collapsed, powering off.
Brooke turned on the lights to see a 'snoring' Alex laying in the hall. She rolled her eyes and smirked, while Alex just lay there, motionless. She heard more metallic footsteps as the rest of the Fazbear crew came to see what the commotion was all about. Chica and Foxy were confused, Freddy just smiled and rolled his eyes, and Bonnie poked him with her guitar. "Alex," Bonnie said. "Are you asleep? Don't respond if you are." Alex, of course, didn't reply aside from the occasional snore. Bonnie and Freddy tried waking him, but he was out cold. Thew both brought him to the party room, where they propped him up against a wall, while Brooke kept an eye on him to make sure anything bad didn't happen.
Aside from the occasional clatter from the kitchen, always followed by an apology from Chica, nothing eventful happened. Not soon after, a pizza was ready. Freddy and Bonnie, were drawn from the stage, as well as Foxy from Pirate's Cove. Three slices were left aside for Brooke, who wasn't exactly supposed to leave the office. As the crew took their fair share, chica put the rest in Alex's lap and patted his head. His head lolled to the left as he continued sleeping. Freddy chuckled. "I don't think he'll wake up any time soon." Freddy then shook his head. Chica, however, was determined to wake him before her pizza got cold. She went to the kitchen and returned with two pots she began banging them right next to Alex's robotic ears. Alex remained silent, and started sliding down the wall to the left. Lucky him, the walls weren't covered in grease, so his fur was not coated in disgusting who-knows-what. Chica rolled her eyes and walked away.
Not too much later, the clock struck six, and Brooke walked over to Alex. After several moments of vigorously shaking him, she gave up and left as the manager walked over. "Alex? Aaallleeeexxxx." He said, trying to get the black fox to wake up. As if by magic, Alex sprung to life.
"Huh? Wha'?" He said, looking up to see the manager leaning over him. "Oh. Hello Mr. Manager. I didn' see ya there."
"Well I just got here." The manager replied, receiving a chuckle from Alex.
"That's the last time I ever hand out candy to energetic kiddos." Alex said, giving the pizza Chica gave to him to the manager.
"Did you make this pizza, Alex?" The manager replied, biting into it.
"Nay, Chica made it. I jus' don' want it. I can't eat without pretty much everythin' gettin' stuck in me sharp teeth." He replied, rubbing the back of his head.
Onstage, Chica was angry, and missed the second half of Alex's explanation. She was boiling with rage. Once she got to talk while the kids were there, she would make Alex's life miserable. So, so miserable.