It's Play Time!

Chapter 37

It was a strange thing, really. She had rarely ever heard movement in the pizzeria. The rare moments she did hear any signs of life, were the familiar sounds of gears clicking and servos whirring, the occasional sound of metal joints and feet stomping across the floor.

However, sometimes she heard the quiet pitter patter of large feet. But not large enough to be animatronic feet. She never paid attention to it, dismissing it as her imagination.

But this time it was the pitter patter of multiple pairs of feet, followed by hushed whispers. The feet were to big to be a child's feet, but too small to be animatronic feet. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but it wasn't any voices she recognized.

She was about to walk off stage but stopped.

"If I kill them now, that'd be no fun, now would it?" She smiled to herself.

"Don't!" Someone yelled and her eyes moved to the curtain. Foxy seemed to be at ease, simply not caring or not listening.

After a while of those people exploring the abandoned restaurant, they walked to Pirate's Cove. She stood still, very careful not to move. She examined the people closely.

There was a boy with messy brown hair that seemed to stick up in various places on his head. He appeared to be polished and clean.

There was a girl who appeared to be pretty tall and thin. She had pretty brown hair that was tucked carefully behind her ears.

Their was another girl who had frizzy brown hair and a messy appearance. She reminded her of Charlie. If Charlie had grown up.

Nonetheless she didn't like them and planned on killing them eventually. How bad, how bad of them to go into an abandoned building without permission. They needed to be punished. But she'd give them a little scare first. Where would be the fun in just killing them? After all, it's been so long since she got a fresh kill. She was going to make these last.

They stared up at her I awe, as if she was an angel. Though she quite sure she was going to hell after it was all over. But then again, she was also quite sure it was never going to be "all over."

The tall girl went up and poked the out of order sign.

"Pirate's Cove. Ten years later and it's still out of order." She said.

"I had a birthday back here. Foxy still didn't perform. But Foxina was always there." The boy took hold of the edge of the curtain and rubbed the glittered fabric between his fingers.

She was going to attack but held back her urges. She was just afraid they were going to do something to foxy.

"He's perfectly capable of taking care of himself if they try to hurt him." She reminded herself, but not fully convinced.

"I suppose they were kids that came here. And they... grew up?" She shuddered silently at the thought. She wanted to believe it was too good to be true, but in the end she knew it was perfectly valid to be reality.

"She's just as pretty as the day it closed." The brunette girl said, staring up at her.

She appeared to be unresponsive, but deep in her soul, she was looking right back at her, taking in every detail of her appearance.

"Did you ever wonder why she was metal, but the others were fuzzy?" The brunette boy asked, running his finger along the dusty stage.

"Well, Foxina is still here. Do you think he's here too?" The tall girl asked sneakily, threatening to make the reveal with one swing of the curtain.

"I'm sure he is." The boy said, seeming absent to the world, a feeling she knew all too well.

The brunette girl seemed to be examining all the old drawings made by children all those many years ago.

"This is the room where you were hiding under under the tables." The tall girl said to the brunette girl, stifling a laugh.

"But you're a big girl now, right?" She climbed up on the stage, staring up at Foxina, who stared down lifelessly.

"She's still so shiny and new looking." She reached out to touch her face but stopped.

She then reached out for the curtain behind her where foxy would be.

"Maybe this isn't a good idea? She laughed anxiously.

"Wait. Can you hear that?" The boy asked and they all went quiet.

She could pick out each of their breathing. The tall girls was quick and nervous, the boys was calm and deliberate, and the brunette girls was odd, as if she had forgotten how to breathe.

"I don't hear anything." She said. "Me neither. What is it?" The other girl asked. "Music. It's coming from..." he gestured towards the stage.

She was so focused on the people in front of her that she didn't notice the soft music coming from the show stage. Freddy always had a music box in his chest cavity playing. Which only meant Freddy knew they were there too.

"It's like a music box." The boy continued and she snapped back to the present. The girls seemed to be listening but it appeared he turned it off.

"It stopped, I guess." The boy murmured. "Maybe it's an ice cream truck." The tall girl whispered. She smiled at the thought of ice cream. It was one of her favorite treats.

"Hey, that wouldn't be so bad right now." The boy grinned, humming a similar tune to the music box.

"Okay, here I go!" The tall girl announced, though she did not move.

She tried her best to be still, but she was very nervous for fritz.

"They just want to see him. They don't want to hurt him." She reminded herself.

A crash sound came from the kitchen, and they all jumped, but she remained in her frozen position. However, she knew someone else was there. The girl jumped off the stage, her eyes filled with panic.

She bumped into the brunette girl, knocking the flashlight out of her hands.

"Where's the way out?!" She exclaimed.

Suddenly, a boy walked in. He had red hair that was neatly combed and tussled into place. His skin was very pale and he had an innocent grin on his face.

"I knocked over a bunch of pots in the kitchen!" He exclaimed. "I thought you were with us." The brunette girl said.

"I wanted to see if there was any food left." He explained. "Seriously?" The other boy laughed.

"The guard might have heard. We have to get out of here." The tall girl said anxiously.

They started for the door and she heard a screech and it went silent.

"I hope our new friends come back soon." She whispered to fritz, who hummed in response.