A/N FNaF two is going to have one main room, with everything in there, 'cept for the party rooms. Which means pirate's cove is in the main stage room as well.
Alex was content. It was the middle of the day, and the children around him and Vixen were playing with their swishing tails- something neither fox could really help, as it was involuntary. One of the more daring kids grabbed onto Alex's gently swishing tail, and swung back and forth on it for a short period of time, before slipping off onto the floor. Alex picked the child up, and set him upright, which allowed the child to go back to his parents and tell him how much fun he was having with the foxes. It was then that Toy Freddy spoke up.
"Hey everybody! It looks like we have an old friend visiting! Come on out and say hi!" Alex looked towards the stage and saw a familiar shade of red. He grinned and waved over at foxy, who eagerly waved back.
"Alex?" Vixen asked. She leaned over to him as the children became distracted by those on stage.
"Yar?" He responded, keeping his voice to a whisper, as Toy Freddy was introducing Foxy.
"Do you know this fox? I've never seen him. Then again, I've never gone into the back room." Vixen spoke.
"Ye've never met Foxy afore?!" Alex chuckled. "He's the best darn cap'n I've ever rivaled! Y'know, back in the day we used to fight with swords all the time!" He mimicked his fighting, thrusting, slashing, and most importantly, taking hits.
"O-oh. I see." Vixen responded. They brought their attention back to the stage, and just as Toy Freddy was wrapping up.
"Hey Alex, you know more about Ol' Foxy, right?" Toy Freddy asked. Alex nodded. "Then come on up here and for old time's sake, tell us more!" A spotlight hit Alex, so he made his way up front, being careful not to step on any of the kids.
-time skip-
After a long explanation of their history together, the two pirate captains were worn out, as the children pounded them relentlessly with questions. Neither fox had time to get to the back room, so they trudged to Pirate's Cove, where Vixen let them lie down, sighing intently at watching Alex so happy. It was about closing time, so the two just propped themselves up on one of the prop trees. As the families gradually left, Alex and Foxy fell "asleep". They were so worn out that they cuddled against each other without even knowing from it. Soft "snores" emitted from their voice boxes as Brooke walked in.
Upon approaching the duo, she decided to take a picture on her phone, immortally framing the cute scene forevermore. She giggled, and walked to her station. Vixen decided to leave the pair alone, despite being endlessly jealous of Foxy. And so, the two slept for the next hour.
"Why do you stay?" A raspy voice rang in Alex's head. Static filled the void of the voice's absence. His green eyes flashed on, making him fully aware of his surroundings, including the fact he was cuddling with Foxy. Alex was about to put his head back down and sleep some more, but the voice came again.
"Why do you stay?" It came. Alex eased out of the red fox's embrace, and went somewhere quieter.
"Why do I stay?" Alex asked into the air, confused.
"Why do you stay?" Again, it said.
"Because I feel like it?" Alex half asked, half stated.
"No, why do you stay?" The voice finally said something different, if only slightly.
"Oh. I be seein' what ye mean." He said, confidently. "I stay, because this place, or rather, this establishment, be where I'm actually welcomed. I be havin' friends, some I even consider me family," Alex continued, briefly looking into the next room, to where Foxy was busy sucking his own metallic hook, as though it were a pacifier. "Troot be told, I ne'er had any family 'sides the adoptive one I had. E'en then, they were pretty distant. But here, I jus' feel like I belong. Granted, I got stuck in this 'ere fox suit, an' me voice sounds like a pirate 24/7."
"What if you could be a human again? Lead a regular life not confined to this place?" It asked, seemingly getting closer towards him.
"Heh, if tha' were ta ever happ'n, I don' know what I'd do. It's no' like I got sommere ta be. Nobody worryin' 'bout me. 'Sides, who'd jus' take in some animatronic fox from a pizza place fer kids? But I doubt that'll ever happ'n. Nay, it couldn't." Alex sighed and mentally smiled.
"And if I told you I could?" Alex felt a large, paw-like thing on his shoulder. He looked back, but saw nothing.
"I'd laugh at yer face, an' call ye pulp-fer-brains. Then apologise, o' course." Alex said, crossing his arms nervously.
"Someone is coming. We'll talk again soon. Very soon." With that, the voice as well as the static disappeared, and Vixen wandered in.
"Wait, what's yer name?" Alex questioned. But the whatever-it-was seemed to have completely vanished.
"Alex? Are you in here?" She asked, activating the flashlights in her eyes, as the room was extremely dark.
"Ahoy thar Vixen! What brings ye here?" He switched on the night-lights installed adjacent to the ceiling lights. He smiled as best as his animatronic jaw would allow, and looked Vixen in the eyes.
"Well I heard talking, and I heard your voice too, so I thought I'd check up on you." She said. "Who were you talking to?"
Something in the back of Alex's head tightened. "Wha'? Whaddaya mean who was I talkin' to?"
"But you were just talking with someone, I heard it!" Vixen exclaimed.
Alex pondered this for a moment, as since Vixen was a robot, her hearing couldn't be wrong. "Maybe I be talkin' to meself again. I used ta do it alla the time back when I lived alone."
"Oh. I'm so sorry Alex, I didn't mean-" Vixen began, but she was cut off as Alex brought her into a warm hug.
"It's fine, really. Don' worry 'bout me. I'll just talk with the manager, see if he can't get a check-up on me memory core." Alex said, doing his best to reassure her, as well as himself.
If robots could blush, Vixen would be. "O-okay. I'll take your word for it. By the way, Brooke said since you're awake, she has something to show you." She looked up into Alex's eyes, hers filled with concern for Alex.
"Argh, what's Brookie got fer me now?" Alex asked rhetorically, sighing.
"Hey Alex, before you go, why do you always call Brooke 'Brookie', and me by my name? Vixen questioned I'd love it if he would give me one, too...
"Huh? Oh tha'? Well, I guess since Brookie be me friend, an' we've known each other fer awhile, I thought I'd give 'er a nickname ta mess wit her." Alex explained. "I don' think it'd make sense ta give ye one, ye be perfect the way ye are, but if ye really want one, I'll think up sumptin." He said.
P-perfect the way I am?! T-this fox is so dense I swear! "No! That's fine. Perfectly fine. Finer than fine. I was just curious. Hehehe... I suppose you should go talk to Brooke now." She laughed nervously.
"Oh, sure thin'. But Vixen?" Alex asked. She looked at him questioningly. "Could ye let go a me first?" Vixen apologised profusely for hugging him so long, and let him head down to the security office. She smiled mentally as he walked away. "I love that fox." She sighed to herself. Her brain retorted, Lord knows I know.
"So Brookie, didja get some more info on this Golden Freddy thin'?" Alex asked walking into the office. Brooke sat in the chair, texting with someone.
"Oh, hey Alex. And yeah, I got more. Turns out he was stripped of his endoskeleton for malfunctioning so often. Now he's just some old gold suit with wires and stuff sticking out." Brooke said, not once looking up from her conversation.
"Well how's tha' supposed ta help if he just be a bloody suit?!" Alex kept his anger under control, but didn't necessarily hide it.
"Geez Louise, Alex. Just calm down, I wasn't done talking." Brooke groaned at Alex, who just rolled his photoreceptors in response. Alex stuck out his -surprisingly realistic- tongue at Brooke, who responded in kind. "Turns out he was possessed by someone who got killed inside that think, and now he'll pop up here or there from time to time. He also has this sort of raspy voice, and he constantly emits a sound like static."
Sounds familier. Alex thought. "Getting killed inside a suit sounds a bit creepy, but wha'ever. Aye, I'll be on the lookout fer him. Anytin' else?" He nodded at Brooke.
It was about time the chimes rang, so Alex headed back to Pirate's Cove, especially since Brooke had naught else to say. Foxy was no longer there, and Vixen was fantasizing about something again. Alex laid down On the small pile of blankets behind his pirate ship, and driifed off into sleep as the chimes rang for six am. A strange, staticky laugh repeated itself in Alex's dreams that morning. "Soon Alex, soon." The same raspy voice said. "Soon, you will help me, whether you realise it or not."
A/N I think that I should probably clear up the fact that Vixen isn't torn up. She's stiff all in one piece. Whether or not she stays like that is up to you guys, I guess. Although that may not be a great idea.