It's Complicated - Foxy X Reader story

Chapter Ten

You wake up with a big weight pinned against your side. You begin to succumb to panic, until you open your eyes.

You're welcomed into your familiar bedroom, only lit by the window on the wall. The curtains stood idle as the sunlight pierced it, illuminating the once-dark room.

But what was this weight? Your biggest wonder was answered when you saw the robotic hook attached to the now seemingly arm.

The weight, or arm, slowly slides off, and the sleeping robot next to you makes a hmm noise.

You roll over on your other side and smile at Foxy's glistening yellow eyes.

"Good morning," you coo. He smiles brightly back and whispers "Good morning," in response.

This was it. This was how you wanted to be woken up every morning. This was who you wanted to be woken up next to, you realize.

You blink steadily, just staring longingly in his eyes, before you begin to drift into soft slumber.

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You wake up once again, and the warmth of the artificial body is no longer next to you. The room is rather dark now, the curtains resting from their earlier attack.

"Foxy?" You whisperly call. You stand up from your bed, decked in pajamas and your hair tied in a messy bun. Grabbing your phone off of the end table perched closely to the side of your bed, you slink quickly from your bed to the door.

You quickly crack the door open a nudge. Was the door closed before? Probably, but you don't remember being the one who shut it.

"Foxy?" You yell down the hall. It echoes silently throughout the whole house. If Foxy was in here, he would've replied.

You flick the light switch up, turning the upstairs from pitch black to bright. This helped you be able to make out all of your home details, but Foxy was no where in sight.

You begin to get increasingly worried. Making your way downstairs, your eyes immediately shift to the couch that Foxy originally slept on. It was empty.

You speedily walk past your front door, but notice something different out of the corner of your eye.

A note stuck to the door, hung crudely with a yellow-stained tape.

The handwriting was scratchy, so you had to tear it off the door to read it better.

Hey Y/N,
Sorry about leaving you while you slept. Goldie called from the office phone, asking me where I was and how I left. Bonnie apparently spilled the beans, and Goldie decided to look up your number in the data base. Long story short, I took your car to the pizzeria and I'm coming back with Goldie.
With love and luck I won't crash,
Foxy

You fold the note into fours and tuck it loosely into the front pocket of the pajama shirt you were wearing. "Foxy," you groan out loud.

Great, now all you could do was sit and wait. And hope he could drive.

You plop down onto the couch, and take the note out of the pocket. Gracefully unfolding it, you reread it. You softly rub your thumb against the word that meaningfully stood out to you.

"Love".

A/N- OKAY I APOLOGIZE FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER, IT'S JUST A FILLER. But I hope the gooey stuff makes up for it (:

Anyone pumped for Goldie's introduction? Foxy isn't, as you would say, /close/ to him, but they share the same trait as that they're not attracted to human flesh. That's the only reason Goldie contacted him, he knew Foxy was free and he wanted to join.

I (probably) don't plan on making Goldie a romantic interest, but hey, who knows? I'm just making this up as I go. If he does become a "romantic interest" (I'm not promising ANYTHING), don't worry, it's a Foxy book. In the end, it's about Foxy and you, reader.