It's Complicated - Foxy X Reader story

Chapter Seven

You pull away from Foxy, and wipe a tear away from the corner of your eye. "Foxy, I'm so sorry," you blurt out, and he gives a sad smile.

"It's fine. It's over now. Thanks to you," he cooed as he hunched himself over. "You know what I was saying to Bill?" You look at him confused, and he blinked back in response. "Oh, I mean Bonnie. Sorry, sometimes him and i used to use our original names to talk to each other,"

You nod yes to show you understood, but then reply "No, sorry, I couldn't hear you guys. But I imagine you were arguing,"

He gives a blant smile and looks around the room. "Yeah, we were. But, I promised him something. I promised him I would return to help him leave," he takes a big breath and exhales, "after a week of me being exposed to the real world."

"Oh," you simply say, "what about the others?"

He makes a swallowing noise. If he was human, it would most likely be a gulp. "I-uh, we're not on speaking terms. They didn't like that I didn't feast on human flesh, so I isolated myself. Completely. Golden and I just stayed away,"

"So, what do you eat? I know pizza, but is there only a certain type?" You ask to clarify. Seeing that you would have to take care of the fox, you needed to know what to feed him, at least.

"Well, I've never tried any other food than pizza from Freddy's. But I'll be willing to attempt to eat anything."

"I'm glad to hear you're enthusiastic about it. Let's just start with some pizza from the Domino's down the street, okay?" You smile to give a happy edge to your words, as if they weren't positive enough.

You grab your phone and tap the Domino's contact, which just happened to be on speed dial. You get both a plain and a pepperoni one, just in case Foxy happened to like or dislike pepperoni.

The deliverer came in 15 minutes, which you found pretty quick. You tip the man generously, feeling in an overall happy state. Was it Foxy that made you feel so euphoric? You couldn't be so sure.

You hand Foxy a paper plate and keep another for yourself. He immediately opens up the box of pepperoni. You congratulate yourself on the good call.

You watch him contently as a slice of pizza dangled aimlessly from your hand, in midair, almost as if you were going to take a bite. He clamps his slice in his mechanical mouth whole, and makes a swallowing like motion. Shaking his head, he spits the whole part he had "eaten" out. It's coated in a black substance, which seemed to have the glint of oil.

"I couldn't taste it." He said with a groan.

Great, you think, now we have to go back to my work.

A/N- I am so sorry about the delayed time! And I also apologize if the last few paragraphs are pretty poorly written, I've been hit really hard with writer's block. I'm also very happy about my 200 followers now! Any ideas on how to celebrate? (: