It's Play Time!

Chapter 44

Foxina had to watch them clear out the pizzeria. They took all her friends with them. But she didn't think they were supposed to. Carlton's dad, the chief, took them in a truck. He tried talking to them, but they didn't answer.

When he was taking foxy, he tried talking to her.

"I'm not going." She said. He seemed surprised she answered, but remained calm.

"You... You have to. If you don't, they'll throw you away. And destroy you. I'm trying to help. I'm not going to let you be hurt. Not knowing... what you are." He cleared his throat.

"This is my home. I'm not leaving." She stated.

"They're going to tear this place down. I don't want you in it when that happens."

She grabbed his shoulders. "TELL THEM NOT TO!" He breathed heavily, his eyes wide, as if he was trying not to scream. She was much bigger compared to him.

"I... I will stay. I will kill them. If they destroy my home." She stood up straight, letting him go.

"Yknow, they'll destroy you. People... won't understand."

"I know that." She snapped. "Uh, hello? Police? There's a haunted robot down by the old Freddy Fazbear's pizza. Help officer, help!" She mocked.

"I want to help you. Please let me." He pleaded. She turned to him, her ears twitching. "Where will you take us?" She whispered.

"To my house. Is... that okay?"

"I don't want to leave. This is my home." She stared at the ground. "You need rest, don't you? Please come with me. I want to help." He held out his hand.

She stared down at it and carefully placed hers on his. She hopped down from the stage and began walking with him.

"Why do you talk? But not the others?" He asked. "They don't trust you. They don't understand how to deal with your type." After that he figured he shouldn't ask anything else.

She got on the truck with them, but they didn't move. They were probably really tired.

She stared out at all the trees and houses. One tree looked like a monster.

"I don't like it." The girl hid her face in her jacket. "I like him. We should give him a name!" She grinned.

"How 'bout... twig?" She giggled. "I like that name. What do you think, Charlie?" The boy asked.

"I don't like him! He's scary." She whispered, still clinging to her jacket.

The sun shone overhead and birds flew across the sky.

She blinked for a moment. She was back on the truck.

"Wait a second. No, I wanna go back!" She whirled around looking back and forth. Everyone was still sitting there, motionless.

She sighed, sitting next to them. Then the truck came to a stop and the door opened.

"This is your house?" She looked up at it. It was big.

"Yep. Um, how are we going to...?" He glanced at her friends.

"I'll get them." She walked over to foxy, the closest.

She held out her hand. "It's time to go, Fritz." She whispered, taking his hand and pulling him up.

He stared at the ground, moving nothing but his legs. He led them to the basement where he was going to keep them.

After they were all there, he stared at them all.

"You aren't going to, uh, kill my family in their sleep, are you?" He cleared his throat.

"No promises." She giggled, but he looked frightened. "No. We're not." She said.

"Okay. Please rest. You need it." He said, walking up the stairs. He looked at them one more time before closing the door and locking it behind him.

She sighed, leaning against the wall and closing her eyes. The basement was dark and damp and she would remain here for a year.