A/N I swear, I'm not trying to fake you guys into believing that I'm going to continue writing! It's schoolwork that's keeping me from it, I swear! Anywho, this chapter will establish a moreover brotherly bond between Foxy and Alex. So, uh... stay weird, I guess. Yeah. (I'll shut up now.)
It had been a decent amount of time since Alex and the others had been transported to the new place, and they were all fully accustomed to it and it's differing rooms. Alex had even managed to convince Brooke to procure him some writing material. Particularly, a Diary. Said diary was now currently in the hands of none other that Monsieur De La Mister Foxy the Pirate Fox of Le Pizzeria De Fazbear. (Foxy, for short.) Alex was out and about dealing with the children since there was a birthday party with a special request of him as their entertainer. Unable to decline, Alex had forgotten to leave his diary hidden from sight, and instead left it on a desk in the back room.
The diary was suited to Brooke's taste, since buying anything not like Brooke would have seemed peculiar to the clerk. Naturally, that meant that the diary was hardcover, covered in pink fur with silver glitter. Gold letters on the front read "My Princess Diary", and the spine had red glitter hearts. There was even an ornate, albeit fake, lock on the front in the shape of lips. It stuck out like a sore thumb in the dank, dingy environment of the back rooms. So when Foxy went looking for something to do, there it was.
Foxy was, at first, simply intrigued to see such a thing back there, so he naturally assumed that a child had wandered back by mistake. A thorough search involving most of the off-duty animatronics procured nothing, so he went back to wondering why it was there. Being left no other option than to open it so that he could read it's contents, he began with the first page.
The first page was blank, with the exception of the words (in fancy pink letters) "This Diary Belongs To:". Beneath was the signature of none other than *dramatic pause for effect* Alex. (Obviously in a less-fancy, and less-pink fashion.) Were Foxy able to smile, he would have an absolutely diabolical grin at this point. As it was late, and the pizzeria closing, all the animatronics would soon be meeting in the back rooms for their ceremonious "discussion of the day's events". (Interactions not rated by the ESRB.)
Foxy decided to hide the Diary behind his back, as he leaned against a wall. He waited for everyone to enter, and then he cleared his throat, drawing everyone's eyes to him. He strode to the center of the room, diary in hand. He looked Alex dead in the eyes as he brought it up to read the contents.
Time seemed to slow for Alex, seeing as how his deepest, darkest secrets were about to be read to the pizzeria from an extremely girly diary that didn't suit him at all. Foxy began as realization dawned upon Alex. He was going to read it. "Dear Diary," Foxy began, maintaining eye contact with Alex, "Today, I discovered this absolutely ADORABLE-" Foxy put special emphasis on that word. But before he could continue, Alex sprung into action.
"Give it back!" Alex shouted, quite childishly if you were to have the animatronics recall the events for you. "Or I'm telling the owner!" He tackled Foxy, the duo tumbling into a desk as they fought over possession of the diary. The two began wrestling on the floor as the diary was flung from Foxy's grasp. But Alex was too intent on fighting with Foxy to notice, causing an unaware Brooke to catch a diary to the head. (And one for Jenny and the wimp.)
"Make me!" Foxy shouted, sticking out his tongue at Alex, who was trying his hardest to pin Foxy down. Foxy soon regretted it, as he received a knee to the jaw, almost severing his tongue. "Owowowowow!" Foxy cried, breaking free from Alex, accidentally smashing his heel against Alex's Weinerschnitzel. Alex too, cried out in pain, and the two curled up in balls a few feet apart, as Brooke finally made her way into the room.
"What happened here?" She demanded, still slightly peeved from the flying-diary-to-the-face incident. (And one for Jenny and the wimp.)
"He started it!" Foxy and Alex cried in unison, pointing accusingly at each other.
"Well you decided to tackle me!" Foxy shouted.
"You were the one who wanted to read my diary!" Alex cried back. The duo then resumed their tussle, only receiving a tired sigh from Brooke. The animatronics, still baffled, awkwardly left without a word, not wanting to accidentally get themselves into the dispute either. On her way back to her attraction, however, Vixen decided to take Alex's diary. (Just for safe keeping, she swears.)
For the rest of the night, Brooke had the absolute pleasure of having two fully grown adult-programmed animatronic foxes wrestling out their anger right in front of her desk. Their constant fight even caused her to spill her steaming hot Starbucks onto her new jeans. Seeing as how there was nothing she could do, she sat back, sighed, and pulled up her Youtube playlist of hour-long cat videos.