5 Chapter 4
He feels that there is something that is not right.
He feels that what he has seen on that Friday has been something that had to do with the dream that he had possibly felt. He was very sure that it had not been true. That from the dream, he had imagined what happened, something that no matter how much he wants to deny it, he cannot do it because it was too real, plus the way she had spoken to him.
The robotic voice added to the fact that it was with a sweet soft tone of a girl who could be very interested in the well-being of people, making him doubt enormously if he had spoken with a real woman, but this was not the case.
He didn't go to work on the weekend, no.
He was so focused on what happened before his shift ended that he couldn't really enjoy the dinosaur movie, which was the sequel apparently since he kept thinking about it.
No, there was no way to lie to himself.
He told himself over and over again after that, arriving home after work, that none of this was true, that just this time he had been carried away by those words that he had found in that notebook inside the drawers of the office desk from his job as a security guard.
All that day he, tried to have a comforting dream but, Chica's words kept echoing inside his head. All because he came and fell asleep quickly, and also, he dreamed what would have happened if he had not closed that damn door.
"I have nothing else to do..."
After finishing a movie that he has watched for about 20 minutes and then lost in thought about what happened on Friday, he left the room, then left the cinema, not being able to help but hear how people ruined the end of the movie he was coming to. Seeing it now, he sighed heavily because he heard this and, in the end, determined, he had no choice but to let his curiosity win over him, and he had to go see how things are.
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Freddy Fazbear's, 4:25 pm
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The place was still the same as always.
The children were very happy, they seemed to enjoy this moment of being here, happy to see the animatronics singing, apart from that they greatly enjoyed the pizzas served here and incidentally, drink large amounts of soda that they usually do not let them drink at home. It was really a great place, more during the weekends where the staff changed a little, more the guard. It was not Francis, it was another person who luckily did not say anything to him for entering alone, being an older adult.
"Hey, hi, I didn't think you were coming today too."
The manager remained the same.
"Did you come to work after?" He denied slowly. He told him that he came to see how things were going and that by the way, he was going to eat something. He admits that he got a bit addicted to the pizza here, as well as confessing that it's because he shouldn't have to pay either. "I understand that. I see you make the most of that food right?"
"I have to admit, yes. What I don't usually spend on food sometimes eating here helps me to save on paying some bills and have some reserve in case something bad could happen," he also confessed that. "So I thank you for that part of the free food in the contract."
"Hey," the manager, being very friendly today, put his arm around him. "Freddy Fazbear's family always treats those who are part of it well. We can't let them not have a chance to eat the pizzas from here." With his free hand, he slapped his chest. "I hope you keep up your good work." He broke away from him. He stood straight. Although cheerful, he was also somewhat serious. "If you haven't come to work, I guess you came to see Foxy, right?"
"I thought she had some technical problems," the blonde said. "Francis told me that due to internal problems that the robot had because it was somewhat outdated, it sometimes failed."
The manager couldn't help but laugh at that comment, and in response, he motioned for him to follow him, something the blonde decided to do without saying anything.
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Pirate's Cove, 4:38 pm
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"... and then, out of nowhere, several of them jumped onto my ship looking for my head. They were angry that I had raided their ship previously to steal their money... they thought they had me cornered... BUT NO! They never expected a pirate like me to beat them!"
"Wow!"
"Incredible!"
"To think pirates are so cool!"
"What else happened there?!"
"My crew and I kept attacking and attacking. The pirates on the other ship sought to surrender... but I'm not someone who likes to take slaves. At that moment, BOOM! I decided to send them back to their ship to sink them in the sea and let them die..."
"But... did you get anything from that ship? I mean, sink it without looting it..."
"My little one, Foxy sometimes gets carried away by the situation of the moment... you're right, I didn't loot that ship... but it was proven that I was and am someone to fear, and nothing stands in my way..."
The children were in awe of Foxy's words.
Some remember that Foxy was not a very good speaker because she was a pirate. What's more, they always remembered that she spoke a little badly and very occasionally you could tell that she spoke... strange. Today? Not only was Foxy back on duty, but she spoke very well, even looking cheerful when she spoke. Other than that, to add something else to dear Foxy, no words had been reserved. She was explicit in some details of how she loved to torture her prisoners and how she loved to loot and claim things that were her own.
The stories she told were always about her life as a pirate and how she spent it on the seven seas, looting and looting, no matter what others thought.
Maybe they have doubts and you wonder, is it okay for an animatronic to be telling these things to children?
The answer is yes, it was necessary.
But why?
"But remember children, you should never do these things."
"Why not?" Asked one of the children.
"Because times are different... and besides, do you know what happens with children who misbehave?" They all denied it. Although some knew of the generic answers Foxy could give, they still asked. Seeing that everyone denied it, she got up from her seat, slowly approached the children, who looked amazed, more because some were at that age to discover the female body and saw how those breasts bounced that she had that although they are not comparable with Chica's, they are still great. She approached one of them who showed enormous disinterest in what she was saying. She was smiling, but her smile went from being cheerful to maleficent, licking her lips and pointing at the same child with the hook she had as a hand. "I EAT THEM!"
Foxy opened her mouth, and showed her fangs in front of the boy, apart from screaming in front of his face, causing the poor boy, seeing this, seeing how loud her cry was, and how he felt the roar of her in front of him, recoiled very scared along with the group of children who were also very scared by how he had screamed.
This generated laughs in Foxy, who had to take her stomach as she stepped back and returned to her place from before, waiting to see more children and thus continue telling stories. They, the children, were there but she secretly admired the fear she could generate.
Many will think that she somehow goes a little wild... yes, she does, but she was programmed, re-programmed several times, to act that way, explaining stories of looting, assaults, all bad things to make it clear that they should never do such things because when they least expect it, she will be there to punish them.
"Have you seen the show Foxy put on?"
"So this is all Francis mean by?" Agreed the blond. He looked at his boss. "I thought Foxy was undergoing repairs but… seeing her this way…" He was more focused on her body, to tell the truth. Now that he sees her well, and with clothes, it is clear that yes, that also like the rest she has a beautiful body and did not flinch much to say. From seeing Chica, Fred and Bonnie so much, in addition to having to clean them over and over again, it made him feel normal... but here is a not very minor detail: the legs that she was carrying on... were... he erased the weird ideas he had. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at his boss. "What happened?"
"That's what you'll tell me," he didn't understand. "When they came to see the animatronic on Friday afternoon, they saw that it was in perfect condition." He patted the shoulder of the blond who was still not understanding. "I didn't think you were good at fixing things," he blurted out. "If I had known that, I would have given you a better salary."
"...but I didn't do anything, sir," he answered with a great deal of doubt. "...How...?"
"You're humble apparently, that's good." He patted his shoulder once more with a big smile. "There are few people like you in this life," he recalled an old friend. It brought him nostalgia, to tell the truth. Soon, he decided to be calm once more. "But anyway, thanks for what you've done with Foxy." He doesn't want to believe him. "You really take your job seriously."
"This job feeds me," and he meant it literally. "I think I'm doing my best to keep this job..."
"Don't worry, you're on the right track." He looked at him right now. He did too. "You are not going to lose your job, do not worry about anything."
"Thank you."
The manager told him that if he wants, he can stay a while and watch the show that Foxy always performs and that, he does not have to worry that she acts that way, that she is programmed to behave in such a way that although she tells things that she shouldn't, she also makes it clear that they should never do such things because she would show up at night and eat them. (Not sexually)
Apparently, someone put Foxy to be a cannibal somehow... he hoped this was a joke the manager made about her loving eating meat...
His tone did not convince him at all.
As he was then talking to the manager once more about this and asking some questions, she saw him.
Foxy as much as she was right now telling stories, again, some stories to the children who seemed very focused on them and who wanted to know more and more, she couldn't help but look for a few seconds at the guard, the same one who took the discomfort of covering her up when she was lying on that cold table.
She was not someone with good eyesight but she recognizes that person very well.
She couldn't be happier than ever. The fact of working again just because he has returned to this job was something that she could not stop thinking and that, finally, he had returned, and she wants to believe that the reason why he has returned is because of her and they could finally be able to be together.
How long has it been since she saw this person? Long ago. She does not remember specifically but knows very well that when she found out he was gone, she had soon stopped working. It is like fate that they are now together again, and this time, no door is going to come between them.
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Main dining room, 5:19 pm
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There he was, standing in front of the animatronics.
Well, precisely speaking, he was at the opposite end of the stage with the animatronics, watching from afar, arms crossed, looking seriously and intently at Chica above all, waiting for what happened at dawn and before his departure was uncertain and a dream.
He didn't want this to be for real. If so, then it meant that he would be in the same situation as the previous guard. He would go crazy to think that this was something that was happening, and as such, he would end up in a madhouse with... crazy people.
He only saw children eating very happily with their parents, also admiring the beautiful show that the animatronics offered, singing with a more cheerful tone than usual. He felt that because he had heard several times how Fred sang about everything and she sounded happier than necessary. Other than that, he could tell that Bonnie and Chica were also playing better than normal. It was weird. Perhaps, thinking about it carefully, on the weekends they acted better... but, to him, it still seems weird anyway.
Up to this point, living seems weird to him.
The more time, now, he looked at Chica, the more he felt that what happened, really happened. He should not think this way because he knows very well that he has imagined that. On the other hand, it was so real that no matter what he does, he cannot deny it. He can't deny that that happened. In addition, it is that the tone that she had used added to how she looked and how she looked at him when remembering the words she said in front of him... is that, no, there is no way to forget.
He wanted to tell himself that this was a bad joke but this is when he realized that none of it was a joke or none of it was a lie.
At the moment that he was close to leaving and returning home to mentally recover from what he had seen that morning, the eyes of Chica, who was playing her guitar and looking away, out of nowhere looked in his direction.
Their gazes met among so many people, something that Chica was completely unaware of since, as long as she continued playing, that she was playing her guitar anyway, no one was going to notice that her eyes moved the other way, and if they did, everyone would think that it's because they have to see them play.
No, Chica was looking strictly at the guard, at the person who is only blonde like her, she was sure they were meant to be together. Blonde, blue eyes, a look that could enchant people, yes, it was like her, her ideal person.
Although she also does not forget the fact that he said he preferred women like Fred which, okay, that was the last straw for her. So much attention and care that he has given to her in the week to say that. He was a bad guard. When he comes to work tonight, she was sure, very sure, that she was going to visit him.
She could see the surprise in his gaze, she could even feel it.
It was normal.
Anyone who saw her would react in this way, more for the beauty that she handles. It was not easy to be calm after seeing her, and she was sure the guard was that way because of it.
The reality is, no.
When he saw that she looked at him and then decided to wink at him, he froze and swallowed hard, tense and nervous because in the end, what had happened at that moment had become reality...
He was pale then.
The very idea of thinking that animatronics quite possibly have a life of their own...
"Mommy, mommy, this man looks like a ghost," a child pointed to the blond who was not moving at all, he was very curious. "Will it be part of this place too?"
"No darling, that man sure is afraid of animatronics, and he doesn't want to get close," replied the boy's mother. From the corner of her eye, she looked at him, and well, who can not resist the blue eyes blondes? "A pity that such a cute man looks this way..."
He reacted because he heard that comment from the woman, but he didn't want to say anything. He was very focused on seeing Chica.
"Is he going to be okay?"
"I don't know, but don't come near, darling. Maybe he has something, and I don't want you to get sick again."
"All right, mommy."
The boy walked away with his mother, leaving the blond alone, at least in a small confined space to himself, with his thoughts and with his agonies over the mere fact that they were really alive.
If Chica did this, if Chica did that from the other time, then the rest...
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Freddy Fazbear's, 1:35 am
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No matter how hard they tried, they weren't going to find the person who would be in charge of them. What's more, there was no one. There would be no one then until Monday night, which would be the day that guard will appear again and with which they can have fun for a while playing with him... or continue in this way and after that, surprise him a little with what they can do and much more.
But as said, there was no one.
"He's not here," Chica's monotonous voice was heard on stage. She was sitting in it now, arms crossed. "I thought I was clear with him but, no, he did not come today," also, with annoyance, she was also somewhat sad because the blonde had not come to work today. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Maybe it was activating yourself earlier than expected like you always do." The one who answered was the rabbit, Bonnie. She let Chica know her displeasure with her for moving as she had. "We said and were clear that we must all resist scaring the guard. It will make him go crazy and leave again... but, nope, you had that great idea of introducing yourself."
"About that, how not to do it after all the care that he has given me?" Chica would reply as a question, looking at Bonnie, who was lying with her arms crossed and against the wall of the stage. She, while always showing a reserved face and such, was upset today. "Do you have any idea what it feels like? Ah no, he sure doesn't like rabbits like you."
"I doubt he likes chickens." At that, she pointed to her breasts. "He only wants you for that. If not for that, I'm sure you would just be one more piece of metal."
"You're jealous, I know. No need to feel jealous, maybe you will find someone who wants... I don't know, someone with small breasts?"
"They're not small," the rabbit replied hostilely. They were of normal sizes, like Fred's but... why then would they be small. "Because you had been made with big breasts, does not mean that you are the best."
Chica loved to bring up this topic when she was talking to Bonnie. She loved teasing her too, she was so cute.
The two then continued arguing.
Not only did it go through the simple fact of arguing about it but because of the fact of the previous guard, and how in some way, they did things wrong that caused the previous guard, apart from going crazy, to be gone forever from there and not having one on duty for almost a month, not knowing what to do.
Let's add the fact that they also harassed him from top to bottom, something that was understandable to the man who took care of animatronics at the time. That was simply a wish of them to finally have someone to take care of them... which ended badly and they learned from that experience. As such, little by little, in this case, something that Fred had advised, they were getting closer to him, making it natural. In itself, what Chica was doing was fine... but they couldn't continue to tolerate that he only did it on her. They were going to stop him, but that moment came when she did not resist and went to see him. What happened then if he did not decide to return?
Those doubts that the three of them had disappeared when they saw the guard today as if nothing had happened.
Fred knew about this. She had seen moments and without him realizing that there were still doubts in his eyes about what Chica did. Seeing his expression freeze and see how it turned white, she was sure that one of the other two stared at him and did something to make him look that way.
But at least she didn't see something strange in him to stop coming. He came today, sure to see if it was all true...
She was thinking about what this new guard could do. Now that he has confirmed that they can move and all that, she does not know if he will still stay or leave, claiming that they have life, everything as the previous guard did... she supposes.
Silently, she stood up, not wanting to hear both Chica and Bonnie discuss this nonsense again. They all did wrong, especially for not stopping Chica to see the guard, even for a minute, she didn't stop her in time.
"Fred?" Bonnie was the first to notice that she was moving away. "Where are you going?"
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"... you've seen? Said the blonde looking at the purple one. "Because of you, Fred is angry."
"My fault?" It's just that Bonnie didn't believe what her bunny ears heard. "The only one who is to blame for always ruining everything is YOU."
"We're all to blame," she, Fred, spoke. She just turned her head, looking over her shoulder. She was on her back. Somehow she looked at both of them surprised animatronics for having heard this from her. "Each one is more to blame than the other, but we are all guilty..." It was true. Chica and Bonnie thought about this then. After a few brief moments of seeing how they thought and seemed to reflect, she looked at Chica. "Ah, Chica, by the way…" The chicken then looked at the bear with intrigue. She was smiling. "He likes them with brown hair, don't forget..."
Those words were more than enough to cause Chica to shudder a little for it and get upset but it would be in vain because Fred had withdrawn from there, there being only one, Bonnie, that the only thing she could do to forget the fact that the guard did not even seem to pay attention to her was making fun of a Chica who was clearly at a total disadvantage.
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Pirate's Cove, 02:00 am
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Loneliness.
She had woken up with the mere purpose of being able to see him again, to feel that she is being observed by the cameras... but there was none of that, not even a sound of doors closing...
She looked at the floor of the stage where she usually tells her stories to children while with her hand, she played with her hook a bit, looking quite dejected by the simple fact that she woke up in vain.
"So you woke up, Foxy." Looking up, she heard a voice. She wanted to believe it was the guard but, nope. She had been disappointed to see that it was Fred. "I see the guard did something right..."
"Don't talk bad about him, Fred... or maybe Fredica?" Foxy could tell her dismissive tone, always. She could fool everyone but her, never. "He has done nothing wrong."
"We were the ones who did something wrong," she commented. She was in front of her who was still standing there. She stopped being sad for a few moments. She didn't stop thinking about the guard, of course, it was the only thing on her mind. "Now that you've woken up, I need to tell you something regarding the guard."
"I don't care."
"... then I'll just tell you this: behave yourself."
"Why?"
"Do you want the guard to leave again? Not me, Chica, and Bonnie neither." She put her hand to her chest. "I remind you we were to blame for making him leave…" But in that, she points to Foxy, who was looking at the pointing finger. "... but I also remind you that it was also your fault."
"I have not done anything wrong."
"Every time, you would run through the corridors to enter his office, and when he closed the door, you would knock and kick it with all your might and say that you were going to make him yours by force... control yourself because I'm sure you don't want to lose him again..."
"This time, he's not going anywhere," she blurted out. Despite being a violent girl, or being programmed that way, she showed a very soft side. "He... has come back to be with me... I'm sure of it..."
Fred, Fredica, as Foxy called her, couldn't tell her that this guard is not the same as the previous one. That former was, somewhere far from here. She had no choice but to sigh and pray that Foxy doesn't do the same stupid thing she did before. "Try not to do anything weird, we don't want to scare him or make him leave again...
"I don't promise you anything."
"I know, you never do," she told her. "But above all..." beyond being in vain the fact of warning things, at least at this moment she could not help but look at Foxy with joy. "It's nice to see that you're on duty again. Try to make the children happy."
"My job is to make sure they don't do bad things." Now she was pointing at him with her hook. "Your job is to make them happy."
"Oh yeah, sure..." She's right. As Foxy is right, she was smiling from ear to ear before leaving, something that the fox Foxy was very sure was not a good thing. "By the way... the guard has a new taste."
"Is that true?"
What could he like?
She doesn't know him much, but she was sure she was his favorite. She believed that, and she wants to believe that the guard likes women like her. Bad, rebellious, violent... but with a touch of softness and weakness with the theme of love.
"Yes, of course, it is." She made a V with her hand, pointing at Foxy. "He likes girls like me…" Just saying that shocked Foxy. "That's why I'm not going to let you do anything foolish." And she once again licked her lips. "The guard is mine."
This was, of course, a warning and a very future declaration of war from Fredica.
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Bathrooms, 02:51 am
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She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.
She was serious right now. She kept thinking about the situation of the guard and how he had said that he liked girls with brown hair and blue eyes. She remembered that precisely speaking, something that clouded her judgment a bit because, in that case, that meant that she already had the doors open to do what she wanted.
But she must behave.
She must not do anything silly like last time.
"You know he likes you, why do you have to wait?" You better do something now before the others take him from you..."
"I'm not going to do anything stupid like ruining this. I won't make the same mistake twice."
"What if the guard really gets robbed? Hey? What will you do? It will be too late when you realize..."
"None of that is going to happen..." she was staring into the mirror. She could also see it as an exact version of her, but she appeared and disappeared when she spoke. It was another "her" so to speak. It did nothing, but it bothered her... more now. "I have everything under control."
"Control?" That golden version of Fredica, that everything was the same except her eyes that were completely covered in a dark black, very dark and had a small white point, appeared to speak and disappeared after speaking. You could see her contemptuous tone with all this that happened. "Foxy will know that this guard is not the one from before... what will happen? She is going to kill him."
"Not if I do something about it."
"Well, I hope you're prepared because that will happen. I can already see it. What will you do then? You will be left without someone who loves you."
"THAT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN!"
Fredica hits the glass with force which led to the mirror exploding into thousands of pieces and scattering everywhere, causing some pieces to remain stuck in her body. It didn't affect her at all. She was a robot above everything, nothing hurt. At least this because just imagining a wasted opportunity like this new guard made her feel bad after all.
Her face didn't look so good. She got rid of some pieces of the glass herself. She threw them to the floor, she didn't care about the truth. She was pretty mad at her other self right now.
"Get it now? You must not let anyone take away what is yours."
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"Remember: Foxy is a threat. The rest will just follow you."
Foxy would be the only one who could do something to the guard, especially now if she sees that he is not the same as the previous one. She is sure to get mad. She will do something silly, and everyone will suffer for that consequence of her, and if that happens, she will apologize to the guard, but she will have to deactivate Foxy by beating the shit out of her. They will fire him, but she doesn't want to risk someone else dying.
No, that cannot happen again.
Not when she has finally found that person, and not only that, but even the same guard has said that she has everything a woman must have for him to like her.
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Tomorrow there will be a new chapter of "...I Am Just A Toy..." See ya!
