FNaF SB: The Cursed Captain (Glamrock Foxy x Roxanne Wolf)

Chapter 15

Gregory: "Kids vanish at local pizzeria - bodies not found?" Gregory whispered to himself, squinting at the newspaper he was reading to pass the time. Is that what it says? He held his flashlight close to the old newspaper, its dim glow revealing the chilling headline of vanished children and an unsolved mystery.

Turning to the next page, the headline remained frustratingly illegible, but Gregory's determination pushed him forward. He strained his eyes and squinted at the faded text, deciphering a disturbing line that sent shivers down his spine: "The bodies were never found." The door to the back of Freddy's Green Room suddenly opened. Gregory quickly turned off his flashlight and turned towards the wall, pretending to be asleep in a cardboard box.

"You wanted me to wake you up, superstar." A drowsy Freddy whispered, tapping Gregory's shoulder. The child faked a yawn and stretched quickly, hiding the newspaper under a box. "Superstar, if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing at this early hour?" The bear stepped back, allowing Gregory to get up and grab his flashlight.

"Um," Gregory looked up, puzzled to see Freddy's eyes had changed color. Going from Roxy's yellow to a brownish color. Odd. "I was just going to explore... Maybe play some arcade games before annoying kids start flooding the place."

Freddy nodded, his eyes unblinking. The bear turned toward his main Green Room, "Stay safe, superstar; I'm going back to sleep..." With that, the door shut, and Gregory stood still momentarily. He checked his Faz-Watch. 3:02... Perfect.

He had to be stealthy, climbing the boxes to the vent with the utmost care to avoid making noise. *Cough* *Cough!* Gosh! I forgot how dusty these things were! After removing the vent cover, Gregory carefully set it aside, trying to be as quiet as possible. He activated his flashlight, its beam cutting through the oppressive darkness of the ducts. The metallic scent of the vents filled his nose as he began to crawl through the narrow passages.

Every scrape of his movements echoed through the vents, making him increasingly conscious of the need for stealth. He couldn't afford to draw the attention of the animatronics. Especially Roxy... Gregory thought as he passed the vent leading to the wolf's room. Finally, Gregory got to a red vent door. With a deep breath, he shone his light into Foxy's pitch-black room, hoping to see where the animatronic was and if it was safe to continue. The dim glow of the flashlight revealed the eerie, dimly lit space filled with red nautical-themed props and decor. Some plushies of the pirate scattered about, both large and small.

But Gregory couldn't find Foxy. Typically, Foxy would rest on the golden couch in the corner, but the pirate fox was nowhere to be seen. Gregory strained his eyes and carefully repositioned himself to gain a better view of that area, hoping he might have missed something. Yet, the result remained the same: no Foxy in sight. Another chill ran down Gregory's spine. Maybe he is in his recharge station? He removed the vent cover, making every effort to minimize any noise. Luckily, the vent was right above Foxy's desk, so the cover was gently lowered onto it, producing only a slight thump that hopefully wouldn't draw any unwanted attention.

With the vent cover removed, Gregory peered cautiously into the room again. While he could see better, there was still no sign of Foxy. Gregory frowned and carefully climbed into the pirate's room, using the vent cover as a makeshift ladder. Stepping down from Foxy's desk, Gregory turned and used his flashlight to illuminate the space more thoroughly; he was met with a disturbing sight. All the plushies were now standing upright, their eyes fixed on him. Gregory gulped, terrified, as they seemed to follow his movements and quietly pushed a button, opening Foxy's backroom. He slowly stepped back until the door no longer sensed him and closed automatically.

Gregory breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his eyes, silently happy to leave that room. He turned around and walked to the recharge station, only to find, once again, that Foxy wasn't there. What the heck? Where is he? Gregory shook his head. Maybe I should wait for him in the morning... But it is easier to destroy him at night when he can't get anyone's help. Gregory scratched his head as he approached the exit. He couldn't quit; Vanny would just hunt him down. There is no way Freddy would get on board with destroying one of his friends. *Sigh* At least she gave me three days to do this. I can hold it off. Oh, come on now, why won't this door open?

He pressed the button to open the door, immediately feeling uneasy. Lifting his flashlight up, Gregory finally found Foxy looming menacingly over him. "Yikes-" Gregory lept back, quickly covering his mouth, remembering that he needed to stay quiet. The fox was slumped over, head tilted to the side, his arms limp, his mouth gaping open, and his eye replaced by a black void.

Good grief! Where did you come from?! Gregory tried to catch his breath. At least now I can start taking you apart... With his tools in hand, Gregory crept around the lifeless animatronic, contemplating what to disassemble before deciding that removing the head would be the best option. Vanny never said she wanted him in one piece. Gregory set his flashlight on the nearby table and quietly moved a barrel behind Foxy.

Gregory lifted himself onto the barrel and gently brushed Foxy's hair aside. He tried to see where the wires connecting everything were, but it was too dark. Drats! Frustrated, Gregory hopped off the barrel to retrieve his flashlight. *Click* It wouldn't light up. Gregory's heart pounded in his chest as the light failed to activate. *Click* *Click* *Click* Come on you stupid light! He smacked the light a couple times.

'hehehehe'

Gregory's heart stopped as he heard an eerie, high-pitched giggle. It was the last thing he expected, wanted, to hear. What the heck was that? He remained still, his wide eyes scanning the room for the source of the sound. *Click* The flashlight finally flickered to life, its dim beam illuminating the plushies again. This time, to Gregory's horror, each plushie had eyes that were no longer friendly and cartoonish but black voids with a singular white dot in the center. They stared right at him.

Just then, there was a horrifying sound of gargling, raspy breathing behind him. A bone-chilling sight greeted him as he turned to face the source of the horrific sound. Foxy had turned around with his hook raised and jaw hung open. The nightmarish sound seemed to be coming from the animatronic.

But it was Foxy's eye that sent shivers down Gregory's spine. This time, in the center of the black void, an eyeball, a chilling and unmistakable human eye watching him.

'Get O-o-o-outttt!' something whispered in a glitched, mechanical voice. Fueled by sheer terror, Gregory stumbled backward, his heartbeat thundering in his chest, his body trembling. He tripped over a plushie and crashed to the floor in his panicked retreat. The fox tilted its head to the side and took a step forward. Crawling to his feet, Gregory bolted toward the exit, with the door closing behind him.

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Gregory burst into one of the maintenance hallways and ran to the nearest room. Luckily, no staff bots were there, so he decided to sit and catch his breath.

Gregory's ragged breaths filled the silence in the dimly lit maintenance room as he tried to collect his racing thoughts. He leaned against a wall and buried his face in trembling hands. The horrors he had just witnessed were unlike anything he had ever encountered. Sure, he had encountered the other animatronics, but this was entirely different. Foxy's distorted voice and that chilling human eye embedded in the animatronic's black void haunted his thoughts.

I've never... *Whew* seen him like that before. I don't have time to dwell on that! Gregory thought to himself, trying to fit some pieces together. Maybe... Maybe destroying Foxy at night is... is a bad idea. He shook his head rapidly, collecting his thoughts. But... if not at night... then when? And how? Gregory pondered, kicking a nearby paint can in frustration. He paced around the metal racks in the center of the room, which stored a computer, tools, and parts for building and repairing objects. I should lure him into a trap. Like I did the others. Gregory thought back to his previous adventure. I mean... It worked before; surely it would work now. But... what do I lure him with?...

Gregory continued pacing around, occasionally glancing at the tools on the racks. It needs to be something important or meaningful to him... But what? He isn't overly obsessed with gold or any type of food. Foxy doesn't seem like the arrogant or jealous type... So what?... Maybe someo-... Wait!

Gregory went to the computer and tried to turn it on. After several tries, the computer powered on, and its screen changed to a fun blue color. He looked through the tools and found the parts and circuits he needed. Luckily, the computer had a programming app. Just what I'm looking for. Gregory thought triumphantly. He checked the time: 4 o'clock. Perfect. He smiled. Let's see if this hypothesis works...