Mechanical Love (Freddy Fazbear x OC)

Chapter 8

Luna POV

I cracked my eyes open slowly. I winced as the light filled my eyelids. Turning to my head to the side I noticed a tall man standing next to the table reading a book. Looking closer I noticed he had a hook on his right hand. He had shoulder length crimson hair and wore a pirate outfit. His amber eye clashed greatly with his dark skin. He looked up at me and grinned. His teeth were pointed. Staring at him dumbly I said,

"Damn Lizzy, when did you become a boy?" He guffawed and came forward sitting on my knee.

"Lass, me be Foxy, not Lizzy."

"Oh" I felt like an idiot now.

"Ye are an idiot." I looked at him, confused. Sighing he said,

"Ye said 'I felt like an idiot now' out loud." I sweatdrop at this. Looking around I realized Lizzy wasn't here.

"Where's Lizzy? I'm on my deathbed and she ain't here." Foxy looks down.

"What is it?" I started to panic.

"Well, te' lass be fightn' with Fazbear an' she be at te' pizzeria." He stood up.

"Get dressed. Me will be waitin' outside." Nodding and slowly got up and waited until he left before pouncing on the bag of clothes he left behind. Nice, he brought my favorite outfit; a red crop top, my dark jeans and my combat boots. I reached and braided my hair down my back. Picking the bag up I went to see Foxy looking at painting in the hallway. I walked past him and Left the hospital. I tried to walk home when Foxy showed up and threw me over his shoulder. Freaking out, I started to beat on his back. It hurt me.

"Let me go you mother fucker! Rape!" I shouted out trying to get someone to notice. Sadly they just gave us strange looks.

"Shut up lassie." Foxy grunted.

"why did you kidnap me!?" I growl struggling to get down.

"Ye need te cheer Lizzy up." I froze. Lizzy? What's wrong with her?

"What's wrong with Lizzy?" I question, my struggle ceasing.

"Te lass an' Fazfuck got in a fight an' now she be depressed. Ye need te talk te her."

"oh." Awkward. I stared at the sidewalk silently, his semi-fast gait somehow soothing, almost calming. Clearing my throat I asked,

"Was the cove crowded? I mean during the time you two lived there."

"Naye. Te lass came here a few month's ago. Goldie brough' 'er here."

"Oh.... Wait, where was she, if she didn't live in pirates cove?" He shrugged and said,

"Me dunno lass." Suddenly he stopped and put me on my feet. I groaned as Freddy Fazbears Pizza entered my sight. I shuffled towards the door. Opening it the sounds of screaming brats and the animatronic song burst through, making me want to cut off my ears. Foxy and I paid, or more like I paid for Foxy and me to enter. He grabbed my elbow and dragged me to pirates cove. He paused looked around for prying eyes then entered the cove. I followed closely behind him only to have the smell of alcohol hit my nose. Face scrunching in disgust I stumbled through the dark cove until I tripped and ran into an object on the floor. It was hard and felt like leather. Moving my hand up, I felt something that reminded me of porcelain. Moving my hands further I felt hair. Suddenly a pair of hands shot out and pushed me away.

"Oof." I grunted as I hit the floor." An angry voice ran through the air saying,

"Keep yer bloody hands off me"

"Lizzy?" I question, squinting into the darkness.

"Luna!?" She sounded shocked. Didn't she know I was coming? "What are ye doin' here?"

"Me brought her here." Foxy's voice suddenly appeared behind me. Swearing I whirl around and face plant into, I think, his chest.

"Why is this place so dark!?" I half yell. Foxy tackled me and covered my mouth. I heard a muffled shout as we both landed on Lizzy. Without warning Lizzy stared to swear like no tomorrow.
"Lizzy! Shut up!" I growled, shoving my hand in her mouth. I felt her body tense and then go limp.
"Lizzy?" I question, "Lizzy, what are you doing?"
"Yer not supposed te be here lassie." I stare at the place her voice is coming from. Not supposed to be here? She wanted me to be here a few days ago, now she's doing this. Is Lizzy bipolar, like me?
"Why don't you want me here?" Foxy' voice rang out as he said,
"Don' listen to Lizzy, te lass be drunk an' be jus' sayin things."
"Oh"
"Ye should get some rest lass. Me will make ye a bed." Wait... Why should I stay? Maybe I should go home and let Lizzy sober up some. Getting up, I try to navigate though the dark room when a pair of arms wrap around me. I realize it's foxy when he lifts me and places me in a cocoon of blankets. I snuggle deeper into the blankets, my weariness taking control. Struggling to stay awake I say,
"Ya know foxy, for being pirates, you and Lizzy are real softies." I fell asleep to his laughter.