Hey everyone! Im sorry i dont have Chapter 4! (ive been super busy) heres one of my original fanfics, that i wrote before I was admin here. Enjoy! ~Foxie No one could’ve expected it to happen, no one knew it would have, but it happened, and for that one moment, you knew that the whole world changed. Foxie was a young female fox; she loved to be outside, and loved being her. She was a tiny thing, beautiful. Her warm copper fur was covered only with the frosted spots on her coat that included the tip of her tail, and her little black paws. From the tip of her nose, to the ends of her garnet mane, she didn’t have a care in the world until the day she met him. He was the male fox of the forest; he took whatever he wanted, and wanted whatever he could get his hands on. His name was Neville. He was the largest male fox in the forest, he was also a red fox, any hunter would want to take him home as a trophy, and the only reason he got his hands on whatever he wanted was because his ancestors were the first ones on this land Foxie didn’t give him a second thought, she hated his pompous attitude, and wanted nothing to do with it. Neville however couldn’t keep him mind off of her. They were both the most beautiful foxes in the forest he needed her to be his. No matter what advances he threw onto her, she rejected him. She didn’t want to marry because of riches; she wanted to marry because of love. He didn’t like that, so he devised a plan to make her his forever. They found her alone in the deep forest, eating berries. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a fast moving black shadow. Her eyes darted every which way until out of the blue she was tackled onto her stomach. Then the rest was so gruesome and evil she couldn’t bare it. After he was done, they left her to wallow away in the forest; she was all beaten and bruised. After a few minutes of trying to get up, she limped in a random direction until she came across a large building. She looked around it, but there were a lot of strange creatures walking on their hind legs. She hopped up on the window sill and peered in. A bunch of their younglings were causing chaos, she rolled her eyes and looked around. After a few minutes she noticed a part in the back corner of the building, it was dark back there, but that whole time no one came in, and no one came out. She decided that would be a good place to hide. She hopped down from the window and made her way to the back of the building, she approximated where she was, and luckily found a hole big enough for her to squeeze through. She squinted trying to see through the piercing blackness that was cast over the room; she could hear the commotion coming from the front room but kind of let it roll of her back. As she walked deeper into this room, she saw this massive wooden platform. She hopped onto it and looked around. From up here, you can see everything, and anything. She felt so free and alive. She looked behind her and saw a huge piece of fabric hanging from the ceiling. She felt uneasy about it, but decided to go have a look anyway. Peering behind the curtain, she saw even more space, and a large oddly shaped thing in the corner. She approached it slowly, sniffing at the air. “Umm... Hello?” She whispered as she got closer. All of a sudden its eyes popped with light, she squeaked and ran backwards. She hid behind a large box and then slowly peaked out at it. It just sat there; it looked around at its hands and body. As it looked at itself, the eyes glowed, and you could see what it was. “I didn’t mean to scare ye matie.” It said, with a rough voice. She slowly tip toed out from behind the box and walked towards it. “Who are you?” She whispered. “Well I’m, uh, I used to be.” He sat there confused; he looked at himself once more. “I’m Foxy, the pirate fox.” She moved towards him, and as he looked up, he saw her. “What be yer name lass?” “I’m Foxie, the... Normal fox.” She giggled. “We have the same name.” He stared at her and let out a very quiet sigh. “I’m no’ like you lass.” She tilted her head. “You just said you were a fox that means you have to be like me.” He shifted out of the shadows, so she could look at him, he was all torn up and busted, his mechanics were hanging out in some places. “I was made te be a fox, but I am no’ a fox” She jumped back and looked him up and down. “Are you… good?” He smiled at her. “Of course I’m good; I just don’t get visitors anymore.” He looked sad, so she did the only thing she could do. She gave him a hug. When she did that, you could feel all the sadness in the room lift away, the darkness wasn’t that dark anymore. “So miss Foxie, what ye be doin here?” “I um... Needed to find a safe place and it’s very dangerous outside.” He looked her up and down. “Ye can always stay wit’ ol’ Foxy.” She smiled and laid next to him, the room next door got quiet and everything got peaceful. It’s been a little over two months and Foxie was nowhere to be found, the two of them had a routine where they would wake up, and then Foxy would go over a long story, like he would with a child, but this time, she was nowhere to be found. The animatronic leaned back and forth, and eventually got on his feet. He looked around for her, and then he heard tiny yips coming from a back closet, he opened it up, and there laid Foxie, with three small pups. Foxie was crying as he entered the room. He analyzed the situation, and finally said. “Miss Foxie, why didn’t ye tell me?” She looked up at him. “I’m sorry Foxy, it’s just, they weren’t… expected.” She licked the top of their heads and sighed. “I’m sorry.” He looked at her and smiled; he slowly took one of his fingers and softly moved it over the closest baby. “They are beautiful Miss Foxie...” She smiled and cuddled them close. “Thank you Captain.” He sat next to her and stroked her back. “What are ye naming them?” he sputtered. She looked at them and tilted her head. She pointed at the first one. “This one will be Clementine.” She pointed at the second. “This one will be named Ariel.” As she looked at the third one she leaned over to Foxy. “This one’s a boy, how about you name him.” “Oh, Miss Foxie, I couldn’t, they aren’t mine.” “It’s alright Captain, they don’t have a father, and they are no ones to claim.” He looked at her and stroked her head. “Umm.. How about… Foxy Jr.” She giggled. “Alright, Foxy Jr, but I think I’ll just call him Junior.” “Junior.” Foxy repeated. He reached over and pet junior on the back, he made a small squeak, and he withdrew his hand. “Oh no, I think I…” “No, no he liked it, you didn’t hurt him. Not one bit.” A month flew by in an instant, and the kits were up and playing. The only rule was that they were not to leave the cove, ever. As Foxie took care of the girls, Foxy played with Junior. He loved that little guy, as if he were his own son. At night, after the pizzeria closed, the bandmates heard yips and went into the pirates cove to check it out. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica all met Foxie, and they all loved her and her kits. Every night, they would play with them like they would kids. Freddy would play them a little song, that he heard from some parents iPod, and Chica would help find them food. Bonnie would tell them jokes and puns. Then they would sing them to sleep, and then left for the morning shift to start. Then one day everything changed, the company had a little extra cash, and since there were threats towards the animatronics by teens, saying they would destroy them. They hired a new Night Guard to watch the characters and ward off any strangers. His name was Stan. Stan was twenty eight, looking for something to do on his nights. He was told that the animatronics stay on at night, and not to worry, so he just rolled with the flow. After about a week, Stan decided to check everything out for himself, not on a screen, so he walked around. He saw Freddy and the band, and then he went to Pirates cove. He opened up the curtain and peered inside, he heard tiny yips and laughing coming from behind the curtain. He made his way up the stage, where he saw Foxy, his favorite character in all his glory. He smiled and then he flashed his light toward the ground. Where he saw Junior, sleeping in a ball. He picked him up by the scruff of his neck and bounced him up and down. “What’er you doin here little guy?” He smiled and then heard growling behind him, when he looked he saw Foxie growling at him, with two more kits behind her. “Oh, now I see.” He said. He put Junior down and he ran over to Foxie. He slowly walked out, and was gone for the rest of the night. When he told the morning manager what happened, he told him to just ‘get rid of the damn things before we get the health department on our asses.’ And was handed a cage. Stan was ticked off that he had to do it, but hey, a jobs a job. When his shift started, he picked up the cage and walked to the Pirates cove. As he was walking through the building, he felt as if all the eyes were on him. When he finally made it to the pirate cove, everything seemed eerier than the night before. He walked over to where he saw the kits before, and looks around, then he spots a tail wiggling from the closet. He sneaks over there and touches the handle. “I wouldn’ go in there if I were you matie.” He jumps and turns around to see the Fox animatronic sitting there. He looked turned off, so he let it roll off his back, and put it as it was his imagination. He opened the door and Foxie jumped on him, biting into his shoulder, and in one quick throw she was pushed into the wall. The yips of the babies were heard from the closet, one by one they were stuffed into the cage. They yipped at cried, and then he picked up Junior, and he was crying and trying to get away and he was able to push through his tiny vocal cords. “Daddy!” Then he was thrown in the cage with his sisters. As Stan turned around to get Foxie, he was met face to face with the Pirate. “Let go of me kits!” He screamed, and in one swift motion Stan smacked him in the side of the face with the cage. He rocked back and forth, and you heard a snap and his jaw hung loosely. With the time he got by hitting him, Stan threw Foxie in the cage and ran. He ran as fast as he could. All he could hear was a loud screech behind him, followed by heavy mechanical footsteps that seemed to be getting faster and faster. He got to the security office and shut the door. Foxy slammed into the door and knocked as hard as he could. “Miss Foxie! Junior! Clementine! Ariel!” He banged on the door once more and then ran to the stage, he told the other animatronics what happened and they said they’d help him. They chased down the man until six in the morning, when the day manager would be there, and they had to be in there spots. Stan got rewarded, for capturing them, but gave them a weeks notice, saying he just couldn’t stay there anymore, and he really hurt his shoulder. He was asked to leave messages for the new guy they would hire, just to get him through the first week. After four days, Stan went missing, and a new guy came in to take his place. Foxy, Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica still went after the new guy, because they couldn’t tell the difference between humans. Foxy won’t give up until he sees Miss Foxie and the kits again.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 20:37:34 +0000
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