It's Play Time!

Chapter 35

Foxina had been feeling very giddy ever since her mother visited her for the last time.

"Why are ye so happy?" Foxy asked, peeking out from behind the curtains. "Oh, nothing, fritz. I think I just had a good day. How have you been today?" She asked.

She didn't want to upset him with the thought that he would never get a proper goodbye from his parents and she could.

"Good." She smiled, nodding in response.

Her ears flicked back to catch any sound she was missing. It was the first night guard since the phone guy. This guard seemed familiar.

Foxy hid behind the curtains as Foxina analyzed him carefully. He looked... so much like his father.

"Michael! Oh, you must contain your excitement, Lori." She scolded herself. "I hope he'll be happy to see me."

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She heard the familiar voice of the phone guy and she looked around for him.

"Hello? Did that suit help you after all?" She realized it was coming from the office.

"Oh. Recording. Right." She peeked in the window as to not scare him too bad.

"Michael, is that you? I didn't forget your name this time, did I, huh?" She chuckled. He jumped and closed the door, breathing heavily. He stared up at her in horror as if he had never seen her before.

"Aw, don't look so scared. My friends will rip that frown right off your face." She smiled, peering in.

"Lori, is it really you? Or are you a hallucination?" He managed to say.

"Oh, Michael, you may not recognize me at first, but I assure you, it's me. This time there is more than an illusion to fear. You look really silly right now. Even the children smell your fear." She giggled.

"Children?" He raised his eyebrows. Her smile faltered, in the only way it could. She smiles with her eyes. She was designed to have a perfect smile on her face at all times, despite not having anything to smile about.

"You leave them alone, Michael. Keep them away by closing the doors, check on foxy. But don't you hurt them." Her face plates twitched as she glared through the window.

"Oh, god. It was my father, wasn't it?" His eyes were glossy, as if he was going to cry.

"You really do look a lot like him, Michael. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were him. But they don't know any better." She glanced down the hallway to see chica was slowly approaching.

"You aren't going to... kill me, are you?" He whispered.

"Aw, what makes you think that, silly? You're my friend! However, they'll kill you. And I'm not going to stop them. You should probably lift the door up. It's draining your power." She walked away.

"Why are you always talking to the bad people?" Chica asked in an almost angry tone. "I used to know him, Susie. I can't bring myself to do it, but don't tell him that. You can make him one of us. He'll love it." She smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She hummed in response and continued to the office.