(Canceled) The Outsider (A FNaF Fan-Fic) (1/2)

Chapter 2: The Outside

Kids laughed, and sang.
Parents talked to one another.
And everything is as normal as it normally is. The kids lined up in front of the stage, and chanted the names of myself and my friends. Chica and Freddy. But one name is missing, one that's been missing for three years now. Has it really been three years now? I wonder, completely oblivious to the screaming children in front of me. They always said the same thing, and argued about the same thing. It's just sort of a rhythm now, wake up, play songs and joke around, then wander the pizzeria until opening.

My mind wanders for a while as the children's faces became blurry, and I start to recall that fateful day that stole my friend away from me.

It was a day like any other. There were birthdays that seemed to go on for hours, but we didn't mind. We love the kids that we entertain with our songs. But after a while, something seemed off with Foxy. My closest friend. He resented the job that he was assigned, and all of the bitterness started to build. To this day we still don't know why he hated the job. But it got to a point where, when a rebellious kid started to climb onto Pirates Cove, Foxy snapped.

He started to malfunction, speaking in a glitchy and dark voice that started to scare the children. But when one stared directly into Foxy eyes, mesmerized by his now blacked out eyes with white iris', Foxy did the unthinkable. He bite the kid. And from what I've heard, people are calling it the bite of 87.

After that Foxy never was allowed to perform, and never even came out at night. Though sometimes when I pass by I can hear some faint talking. He's still functioning, but he seems to have lost it. The conversations he has always seem to end with him saying "I'm sorry."? I don't care if he's hurt someone, and I don't care if he's lost it. I just want my friend back.

Once I snap back into reality, noticing that all the kids are gone. And the once warm summer sun is replaced with a cool dim light from the moon. The pizzeria is now engulfed in shadows in every corner, making the place feel erie and desolate. How long was I out? First there was kids, now their gone? I think stepping off the stage, onto the cool tile floor. Freddy and Chica are already gone, leaving me alone. Alone, like my friend has been for three years. In that hell hole of a stage. It's two a.m. now, that means that Freddy will be working on bills and what not, and Chica will be making some pizza in the kitchen.

This is only obvious once you hear the clashing of pots and pans, as she stumbles to find what she needs. I'm down for something to eat, but it might be a while before Chica is done, so my best bet is to just walk around. I start off by walking into the parts and service room, examining all of the heads and the out of place endoskeleton that sits dormant on the table. The eyes in the empty heads seem to follow you where ever you go in the room, watching you intently. I step out of the room, closing the door behind me and shuddering as the door finally clicks shut. Then I start around the main dining hall, pulling back chairs to see if anyone left anything. There are a few plushes, some spare change, and a book. Starship Troopers. It's a science-fiction book about the space marines. This mush have been left by some geek. I'm not going to pass the opportunity to read another book, so I pull out a chair and begin on the smooth pages of the book. Before long, there's a light tap on my shoulder, and upon turning around I find Freddy standing behind me.

"Oh, Freddy what's up?" I say dog earring the page I'm on, and setting the book down onto the table, which is decorated with a colorful table cloth.

"Nothing much, but there's something I need you your help with."

"What's the job?"

"Tonight's you know who's birthday." Freddy says gesturing over to Pirates Cove. I already knew that though, he was my best friend after all.

"Ok, so what do you need me to do?"

"Well I only need help with the decorations. But the plan is to send one of us in there and drag him out, if need be."

"Oh I don't know Freddy. Foxy hasn't even talked to one of us in three years. What makes you think he's going to be excited about a party?"

"Bonnie, if you'd been neglected for three years, you would want a party right?"

"Yeah, I guess, but still..." I hesitate. Freddy isn't wrong. If one of us had been neglected for the past three years, we would definitely want to have some sort of interaction. But this is Foxy....

"Hey guys! Want some pizza?" Chica makes me jump by her sudden appearance behind me. But after settling down I do grab a piece, as Freddy explains his plan to Chica. Who is too thrill entropic about it. She always liked him, but I don't think that Foxy feels the same. But maybe after all that time you might think...

"I'll do it!" Chica exclaims after hearing his plan to get Foxy out into the open. And I'm still right in assuming that she still has feelings for him.

We spend the next two hours hanging up streamers, setting new table cloth, baking a cake, and setting up the party hats and what not. Now we're all gathered outside of Pirates Cove, going over the plan on last time. Chica is to walk cautiously though Pirates Cove, prepared for anything that might happen. Freddy's afraid of what all of this time has done to Foxy's head, and what he might do to one of us if he somehow got the chance. Which is now. When Chica first volunteered Freddy immediately objected, and said that he would do it, but of course Chica insisted. We hand her a broken table leg, from a run down table in the storage room, in case Foxy decides that he wants to attack. At first she refused, but then took it to get us to stop talking.

She walked cautious through the silky purple curtains, disappearing into the darkness. Into the unknown. I'm honestly scared for her, especially after seeing what Foxy did to that kid... there was so much... blood... please be safe Chica.