Foxes on the loose

The Hunter is Tamed, For Now

Eventually you had fallen asleep on the tiled floor, then waking up to a group of people surrounding you with strange uniforms and commotion. You leaned up, flattening your ears against your head as the humans surrounded you, tools in hand while they stare at your ripped up fur, mangled body, and dark crimson stains. Some jumped, while some roughly grabbed you growled at them all. "The new model is destroyed!" You heard a female voice shout out. "What the hell happened to it?" Another, this time male. You tried to make your broken parrot peck one of their arms but suddenly one grabbed your head, throwing you down onto the floor. Before you could climb up a 'click' was heard in the back of your head - everything going black...

~Time Skip~

Your eyes flickered open, but everything felt... different. You raised up a paw to your face, but stopped halfway to see that - It wasn't stained with blood. It was intact with fur and pink paw pads. Gasping, you noticed that your other hand was replaced by a long, sharp piece of shiny metal in which was a hook! Your jaw wasn't hanging and so you looked down to what seemed to be a perfectly cleaned body, a big red bow tie where you could barely see in front of your neck and your belly was pink, along with your paw-toes having red painted nail polish on it. You woke up standing, where an employee had turned you on with a satisfied look and walked away. There was no urge left to kill, as you looked to the side of your shoulder to see a multi-colored parrot resting upon it.

"Who-" You were cut off by yourself and you perked up, putting a paw to your muzzle. Your speech was clear! There was no gargle of static and clipping audio but there was none! The sound of your voice had caught the attention of the same one that had turned you on, it appeared to be a middle-aged woman with ginger hair and stains all over the mechanical suit she was wearing. "Who fixed me?" You asked and the girl nearly dropped the cup of coffee she had in hand. "Wow! Advanced programming alright!" She spoke with a wide smile and walked over to you. What was 'advanced programming?' She continued though, crossing her arms against her chest. "We fixed you, it took quite a long time to repair you. But some spare parts in the back and some spray paint fixed that. You should be fit for performance." You tilted your head. Not really knowing what all of that meant but man you were looking forward to playing with kids!

Maybe it would be exactly like the time where your owner played with you!

After she began asking a few questions about you, you just shrugged and she walked away out of the door of the pizzeria. You began walking around the rather small area of Kid's Cove with no limp, swishing your new poofy tail behind you. Mari had caught your eye, and he had waved to you from the Prize Corner when the people cleaning up and getting ready for the day so they wouldn't freak out. You waved back with your hook. It was kinda there - you didn't know why. Maybe it was weapon so that when someone tried to rip you apart then you could use it! 'Your job is to tell tales, and stories to the children! So y'know, they won't be bored and leave.' The mechanic's words repeated in your head, so you walked up your own stage and sat in the middle of it, waiting until the so-called 'customers' came it. Maybe this life would be better?

Maybe killing just wasn't the solution?

~Time Skip~

After you snoozed since there was nothing to do, commotion filled your ears and you blinked your new plastic eyelids open. You stood up carefully, bringing a hook up and parting the curtain slightly to see a bunch of humans sitting down, playing games, but most of them were smaller ones running around and screaming happily. Over by the Prize Counter you saw Mari grab a small bear plushie from the counter and give it to a little black haired boy who gave the puppet a handful of tickets. Faintly in the distance you could see all three of the shiny robots from last night singing to the bunches sitting in tables. The place was very colorful, and you mustered up some courage to step out of your stage - walking over to the party table full of children that was in Kid's Cove.

A little girl that was turned around hopped down from her chair, and ran right below you. "Hey guys look! There's a girl Foxy!" she spoke with a high-pitched voice and got the attention of nearly all of the kids eating pizza at the table. They ran over to you, surrounding you as you kneeled down to the little girl in front. "Hello little girl!" You spoke as kindly as you could. "Hi! You're pretty!" She blurted out, bringing her small hand out and poking your nose, It had admit a small squeak and the children began giggling to themselves as you smiled also. You had finally felt happy. This would be a very good life.

~Time Skip~

You were very happy here. Currently you were sitting on stage, swinging your feet as you told them stories of how your old owner had went to this old place called 'Fredbear's'. You owner would tell you about it all the time and you had gone there once, surprising nearly everyone that there was another robot. They were all so nice, but sometimes they would touch your pretty white fur, feeling it and saying of how 'soft' and 'fluffy' it was until when they pulled away they would leave gross looking stains of where it used to be blank and clean. Maybe the workers could clean it off...

Never had you mentioned the bite. The way your owner had died due to his older brother and friends shoving him into Fredbear's mouth. Spring Bonnie didn't do anything but keep singing along. They didn't even care about the child that had died in front of the mascots. In the middle of your old tales one of them yawned rather loudly. You had stopped and looked down at the brown haired boy, who just stood up with an evil look. "This is boring." He said out loud. "Hey guys! Wanna see something cool?" The others watched as the little boy walked over to your leg, poking it rather hard that left a hole - then he reached his hands in and tore a chunk of fur off.

You gasped as he was pulling you apart. The kids hesitantly watched, and you stepped off of stage in shock. "Why did you do that?" You looked down at the wires coming from the hole. He scoffed, but to see that the others weren't joining in, he smiled and dug in his pocket. "Whoever rips the most fur off of her gets five bucks!" He flashed the crumpled up five dollar bill in the air, urging the kids to suddenly jump all over you - screaming and fighting for a piece of paper as they ripped you up. "Stop!" You yelled, as the children crawled all over you.

Piece by piece they ripped chunks of your beautiful white and pink fur off with sticky hands. They didn't do very much damage - the tears were small all until one decided it was okay to stick their little hands on your jaw and tug their body downwards, causing your jaw to becoming unhinged. "Stop it!" You yelled, bringing up your hook with no control and slashing into the-one-who-had-started-it-all's arm in which jerked away from your tail, ripping off some of the fur. Blood trickled from his arm and the kids noticed, suddenly stopping and running away from you as the boy said swears that he had probably copied from his parents and ran away - looking for them while he cried.

It was déjà vu all over again - how could it come to this...?