Five Nights At Kirkman's (Five Nights At Freddy's horror/romance thingy FNAF)

There Ain't No Party Like A Kirkman Party

I stood in front of the mirror adjusting my fake ears and laughed softly at how ridiculous I looked. Foxy looked up from the bed, "aye? Somethin' funny lass?" I turned around to him. "How come you don't have to dress up as anything?" I complained. "I am dressed up!" He retorted lifting his eye patch up. "I'm just a normal robot fox, not a pirate one." I laughed and flicked his patch back down. "You look fine as you are." Then I realized what I said and pulled my hand back before turning back around to the mirror. "Why do I have to come again?" Foxy said, trying to change the subject. "Because I don't want to look like a total loner!" I complained, walking towards the mirror. "And besides." "I think I look pretty damn hot with a fox tail and eye patch!" I joked, spinning my tail clockwise and walking out the door. 

Later that night Foxy came into the kitchen from the living room. His crimson fur was pristine and brushed down his entire body, his azure blue eyes glinted and his ears slowly moved back and forth. "How i look?" He asked. "Perfect!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands together, "Now let's go!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the back door, picking up my purse and keys along the way. I unlocked the door and hopped out into the cool Autumn air, Foxy still in tow. He sighed "Ah, i ferget what it's like to be outdoors lass." He said. "Stop reminiscing, you. We're going to be late."  We both skipped down the path, and up the steps quickly. Mainly because Foxy was trying to keep up with a rushed, scared and late science teacher. We arrived at the top of the steps and hurried through the park and onto the main road. "Aar, where's this club then?" Foxy asked. "Just down this road." I replied. "Hurry though, we're really late."

We finally arrived at a pair of large black doors emanating upbeat, quick music from inside. "Okay." I said to Foxy. "Remember, try not to embarrass me too much. You know what, I'll just do the talking." He sighed and watched as i pulled a small mirror out my purse and began to check my hair as well as straightening out my black dress and fox ears.

I put my weight against the doors and pushed them open. Inside we were met by a well lit corridor. Evacuate the dancefloor was playing and I instantly started bobbing my head  as we walked into the main room. It was a large room with flashing neon lights and smoke machines hanging from the ceiling, a large stage stood at the back with a DJ and a large clear section of lights on the floor in front covered in people dancing. The left side was lined with couple booths and the right side with tables of four to six. I grabbed Foxy's hand so I couldn't lose him and walked up a set of glass stairs to a private balcony. There, sat around a low glass table covered in drinks were my colleagues from work. The one who had invited me, Mick walked up to us. "Denny!" He chided, putting his arms in the air. "You made it! To be honest I thought you'd chickened out because you couldn't find a date." This caused a laugh from everyone around the table. "But, looks like you found somebody." He said, looking at Foxy who let go of my hand and froze as Mick came towards him. "Blink twice if she's holding you against your will." He said jokingly before laughing and pulling us both to the table. We both sat down awkwardly and looked around at the dumbfounded men and women who looked just as confused as we did. "So..." Started one of the English teachers. "Who's your... Urm, partner?" She asked gesticulating at Foxy. "Oh, he's just someone I met at my gym class." I lied. After that there was another awkward silence before Mick jumped up. "Well I think this party would be a lot more fun with booze. We'll go get a tray of shots." He said cheerfully. All the men got up and went downstairs to the bar, leaving me, Foxy and a bunch of women. "I...urrrr...need to use the bathroom." Foxy said before getting up and sprinting downstairs. The maths teacher swatted the air. "Ooooh he sounds hot, definitely a keeper." "Mai oui." The French teacher agreed. "e' iz ot under ze mask, no?" "It's not all about looks!" I said. "Pah, women who say it's all about personality know it isn't true." The English teacher retorted. "Well, those of us who aren't shallow bitches have a different opinion!" I challenged, standing up. "Oh don't act all saintly on us Denny." "I'm not acting saintly. I'm just saying that a woman shouldn't just go for looks in men there needs to be charisma. Personality." Jeu dé laure." The French teacher responded exasperatedly. "Sorry I forgot you had such a lustrous history with men." Said the English teacher. "Oh that's right, you don't." It was then that something inside of me snapped, I picked up a half full bottle of champagne and poured it all over colleagues.  I grabbed my purse and ran downstairs in tears.

All I could see through my teary eyes were lights and dark shapes moving around me. I stopped to wipe my eyes and noticed Foxy coming out of the bathroom, heaven knows what he was doing in there but I ran up to him and threw myself into his furry arms. "Lass? what's the matter?" He asked, noticing I was crying. I tried to speak but my words came out as  a series of blubs. He wrapped his arms around me and walked us over to a booth near the bar. We both sat down, "Now lass what 'ave ye done up there?" He pointed up to the balcony of drenched, screaming women causing me to laugh slightly at my handiwork. "They basically said I had a dusty vagina so I poured champagne over them." We both looked at each other and laughed at this remark. Suddenly my head pricked up sharply from my drink. Dancing queen had come on. I jumped up and grabbed Foxy's hand. "Come on Foxy, Dance with me!"

I grabbed his paw and pulled him towards the crowds of people, it was then that my typical teacher dance moves came out, but I wasn't any old teacher. I was a teacher who had moves! I twirled around Foxy, singing in time to the words and shaking his arms up and down to try and get him to dance to. He just stood there confused and scared by the site before him. "Ye drunk?" He asked. "Yes!" I shouted back. "Drunk on the rhythm! Whooooo!" Eventually he joined in and started tapping his feet, then moving his arms and soon enough he was shaking to and fro. We grooved and boogied and put those other younger dancers to shame, we were the king and queen of the dancefloor. As the song finished we walked back to a couples booth, just then, the heel on my left stiletto snapped off causing me to trip and fall into Foxy. We spun round and he landed with a thump sandwiching me and the wall. Our faces were so close. Then. He leaned in slowly, closing his eyes and we...kissed.