Back from the dead!!
Yes, I am aware that I'm posting very late but GUYS! SOMEHOW IT'S MARCH ALREADY?!
Monday was going nothing like Cathryn had expected. Beads of sweat were forming on her brow as she sat in the musty room with Bonnie and Foxy.
The latter, after Chica had stormed out, had mumbled something to Bonnie along the lines of, "Ye okay, lad?"
Bonnie had grumbled a response and moved to the corner of backstage, where the darkness blanketed most of his form, to pout.
Foxy sighed, turning back to Cathryn. "I be sorry about all this here, lass."
She still couldn't get used to his voice; the accent mixed with the gentler tone. "It's fine. I just . . . Do you know what's going on?" Chica had assigned him the role of explaining things before sneaking through the curtain to go find Freddy – wherever he was.
Foxy seemed sad, judging by his lowered head and a slight shift to his voice, which was all Cathryn really had to go off. "I do," he assured.
"Alright, then what happened? Sam came to my house over the weekend and said everything turned crazy while I wasn't around."
That comment created some murmured complaints in Bonnie's corner, but nothing serious.
"While ye was gone on break, the 'ole restaurant 'as been chaos thanks to Freddy. We ain't sure 'ow it 'appened, or why, but 'e acted worse than usual. An' to make matters worse, despite removin' our. . . chip, we could still 'earrr 'im. An' it be 'ard to think when there's a buzzard cawin' in yer earrr."
Cathryn gave the fox an apologetic smile, "Uh, thank you, but . . ." She turned to the corner, "Bonnie. Bonnie."
"What?" grunted the robot.
"Can you come over and translate?"
The huff she received hurt her ears, but it was worth it when the rabbit rose and quietly stomped closer. "Blah, blah, look, Patch's point is the first night you were gone, Boss lost it. And even if you tried to fix us, he still has a certain level of . . ." Bonnie glanced up as if searching for the right word. ". . . control, over us. And if you really want a translation: It's hard to think when there's a buzzard cawing in your ear! We spent the whole night dealing with that mess, worrying that he may not even snap out of it by morning. But he did, and we spent all day rehearing his stupid plan over and over and over!" He was glaring like this was her fault. "But the next night? No Kitty! So Boss goes berserk again and the whole thing was a mess! So do me a favor, rise to the occasion, and go do your job, Cathryn, before I skin you for wasting two full days of my newly freed life."
Cathryn breathed, her thoughts swirling to make sense of it all. "Freddy went crazy?"
"More than crazy, he was worse than most nights," Bonnie insisted, annoyed. "Completely frantic. He started smashing things and whatnot and wouldn't stay out of my head."
"It wasn't pleasant," Foxy agreed. "I be glad ye worked to 'elp most o' us. It could 'ave been a lot worse."
"So what am I supposed to do now?" Cathryn wondered aloud.
Bonnie scoffed at her, "Remove his stupid chip! What else?"
"While he's crazed? Are you insane?" She'd barely managed with the animatronics before, when the most they'd smashed were energy drinks and each other. No. Maybe she was overreacting. "Is he acting like all of you did when I tried to help? With the red eyes?"
They stared at her for a moment. Foxy dropped his head like he couldn't look at her when Bonnie responded, "Worse."
"Worse" was starting to become their favorite and her least favorite word of the day. Cathryn moved to rub her temples, but her hands travelled until they were pulling at her hair. Her eyes caught Foxy's gloomy posture again and she asked him, "Is there anything else?"
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Alone With Them
Fanfiction"As anxiety pooled in her stomach, it was all she could do to keep from throwing up on his leg and giving away her position. Yet she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Freddy could sense where she was hiding. There was nowhere she could go in t...
