It's Play Time!

Chapter 29

They were there for a few months, and Foxina had been made to perform.

She was slowly losing sympathy for the children that got to go home to their loving families. She felt jealous.

She wasn't sure which she hated more; being forced to be still and sing the same songs every day, or being stuck in a cold, dark room where you're slowly driven to insanity.

Both options were full of suffering nonetheless.

She just couldn't understand why they got to grow up, and she couldn't.

Despite this, she was happy that all the children were getting out safely.

But all that was about to change.

One night, she heard the pitter patter of little feet.

She looked around for the child she heard, flicking her ears back to catch any sound she was missing.

"Foxina?" She heard a little boy say.

She spun around, her eyes carefully scanning her surroundings. It had come from the restroom.

"It's time to go home, little fox cub." She giggled, walking in.

She looked in each stall, until she reached one that was closed.

"It's time to go home!"

She suddenly got an idea as she attempted to open the door.

"Take me home with you!" She requested hopefully.

"No, Foxina!" The boy cried.

"Baby fox?~" She peeked inside.

"No, Foxina! You're scaring me!" He sobbed.

He had very pale skin, with blueish eyes, and freckles decorating his cheeks. His hair was silky black and almost to his shoulders. His teeth were slightly crooked with braces.

But the thing that intrigued her most, was that he was gray.

"Oh. Oh, no." She reached out to him and he screamed, putting his hands over his head.

"Don't be afraid. I am not going to hurt you. I am here to help you. Would you like a cupcake?" She handed him a plush of chica's cupcake.

He slowly reached his hand out then quickly took it.

"Charlie should be able to help. She regained her ability to move. I couldn't be able to do this without her. Can you come with me?" She held out her hand. He whimpered, backing up.

"You don't have to hold my hand. But, I would like to help you." She stated.

He looked her up and down, then slowly slid down the toilet and walked next to her.

She smiled and walked to parts and service.

"Charlotte? It's happening again." She admitted.

"No. I... don't understand. He's dead." Her thoughts raced on how he could've possibly gotten into the restaurant and killed a child.

"We'll figure that out later. Right now, he needs our help. I can't do this without you, Charlie."

"What's his name?" She asked.

"He hasn't told me. And I'd rather not ask. He's not feeling safe right now." She nodded, walking out of the room.

"Hi, there. What's your name?" She asked. She couldn't see him, but she could hear him.

"J- Jeremy..." He wiped his tears.

"Alright, well, we have a gift for you. Would you like that?"

He nodded.

Foxina held out her hand, and he slowly reached out and placed his hand on her palm. She carefully closed her fingers around him, as to not crush his hand.

They walked up to the show stage to see which animatronic his body had been put in.

She carefully examined the animatronics until she reached Bonnie.

She got up on the stage and closely examined his face. His eyes and mouth displayed little droplets of blood and mucus.

"This one." She confirmed, getting down.

"Are you sure?" Charlotte asked and she nodded.

"Positive. Hand me the mask."

She grabbed the Bonnie mask and placed it on his head.

"It gets better. You'll be a hero now!"

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"I don't understand. He's dead. Unless he was able to sneak back in, with the rabbit suit." Charlotte muttered.

"What do you mean? Mr. Bunny?" She glanced over at her.

"Why do you call him that? He's not a bunny, Lori."

"What? Yes, he is. He has big floofy ears." She giggled, putting her hands up to imitate rabbit ears.

"Lori, do you not understand? He killed us. Why is that so hard for you to see?" She remarked, growing impatient.

"What? N- no! You're wrong! He was my friend!" She protested, glaring at her.

"... You don't remember, do you?"

"No, you don't remember! He was my friend! He was our friend! He helped me!" She stormed off.

"Are you okay, Lori?"

She stopped and turned to Bonnie.

"Did... Did a bunny... get you?" She asked.

"... I don't remember."

She nodded and walked back to her stage.