A Vengeful Fox (A Five Nights at Freddy's 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: A Vengeful Fox

Steve groaned and trembled under Foxy’s weight.

“P-p-p-please, d-d-d-don’t h-hurt m-me!” Steve pleaded. Foxy leaned in really close. If she’d had the need to breathe, her breath would have been falling upon Steve’s neck in hot waves. She grinned at her prize, a grin which grew wider when she heard the other animatronics grumble and move away. They knew the rules; Foxy catch, Foxy keep. Whatever she caught was hers. She hated sharing. She ran her hand down the human’s back, almost sensually.

“I remember the last one of your kind I trusted,” she told him. Steve was really quite surprised. Foxy could talk? Foxy was a girl? Her voice was clearly feminine. She put the flat side of her hook hand on the bottom of his chin, dangerously close to his exposed neck. “So I’m not going to trust you. Here at Freddy’s Pizzeria we have a certain... game. It used to be a ‘we catch you, we kill you’ thing, but unfortunately this is a brand new Pizzeria with a record we want to keep clean; we would hate to go out of business after all.” Steve shuddered and shut his eyes. “Nowadays, we have to settle for a non-lethal, but equally painful punishment. Lucky you, I don’t like sharing.” Foxy flipped him over so he was lying n his back.

“P-p-p-p-please...” he begged. Foxy straddled him, effectively pinning him to the ground, then raised her hook for him to see.

“This is your first time... I’ll go easy on you,” she decided. She dug her hook into his chest slowly. She snickered as Steve gasped and bucked in pain. She slowly dragged the sharp piece of metal down, leaving a gaping gash in his shirt and skin behind it. Ding dong, dong ding. Foxy jerked upright. She grabbed him by the neck and pulled him close. “You will come back tomorrow. I have seen your address and I will hunt you down if you don’t show up.” Steve nodded frantically. She jumped off and strolled away. Game? But the mask must work... not on Foxy. Maybe they were all playing the game, but their programming gave each one certain advantages and disadvantages. Makes the game more interesting I suppose. He shuddered again, clutching his wound, and hurried out the door.

Foxy licked the blood off her hook hand. Animatronics shouldn’t be able to taste, but there were certain advantages to being a cursed machine. She fantasised about the next time she met him, how good it would feel to dig her hook into his soft skin... If only it weren’t for that damned torch! The damned thing messed with her head! Her mood darkened considerably, making her think about the one who had betrayed her. Zack. He had given her up, just like that. What a typical human. He said he cared about her, but he dumped her in this hell-hole. She didn’t know if tomorrow she would be scrapped to maintain one of those filthy ‘new animatronics’. She felt like ripping them apart sometimes, but ‘Old Freddy’ insisted on keeping up a healthy relationship. If they got into a fight, the new ones would be repaired, they would not. No one cared about the original animatronics anymore. She growled. She really needed Steve back so she could vent her anger.

Steve slid down the wall of his apartment. He couldn’t quit now! As much as he was desperate to, he couldn’t. He quickly bandaged his wound and dropped himself onto his couch. He suddenly picked up one of the letters off the table. ‘Return our property’... The letters were all addressed to Zack, his old next door neighbour. He’d been found dead a few days back, and Steve knew that he had been dead before that because his mail had been delivered to Steve through some mix-up, and Steve had been unable to deliver it to Zack because he was never around. He had called up the police and reported the letters, the police had told him to read the letter aloud to them, and then told him they would pick it up in a few days’ time. ‘Our property’... Foxy! Steve remembered reading about that! Zack and Foxy had escaped the Pizzeria together and put it out of business. Foxy didn’t know Zack was dead? Steve grabbed the newspaper, partying inside that he hadn’t thrown it away. Tomorrow night was going to be... check that. Tonight was going to be a good night.

“Alright guys, I know something you don’t, and you’re going to be mad because of it.” Steve kept the newspaper in his hand constantly so he would be ready. He flashed his torch down the hallway and saw Foxy was already there. 1am. If this didn’t work... Steve gulped and shut his torch off. “I... I submit...” he tried. He waited a moment. Nothing. Then Foxy leapt out of the darkness once again and tackled him to the ground with her in-feminine, no, inhuman screech. There were a few moans again and the shuffling of departing animatronics.

“Bad move buddy. I won’t have mercy just because you’re being nice,” she sneered. Steve shoved the paper in her face.

“I think you owe it to him,” Steve countered, extremely proud of himself because he didn’t stammer. Foxy read the paper, eyes slowly growing wider as she read on.

“This... this is dated before the men took me away...” Realisation was written all over her face. She stepped away from him slowly. “S-so,” she tried to remain tough, but she was about to cry. “Th-that doesn’t ch-change anything.” Steve slowly got to his feet, holding his hands out to show he meant no harm. Steve took her hand comfortingly, eyeing her hook, as if to make sure she wasn’t going to whip that hand up and stab him. Foxy lunged towards him, making him flinch, but then he felt two arms wrap around him. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. She felt really messed up inside. She had been so wrong... She still felt angry though. Angry that she was weak, angry that this Steve thought he could get away with making her feel this way. Steve heard something clatter to the ground. Foxy’s hook hand...? He glanced down to see Foxy’s previously hook-occupied hand now just a normal exoskeleton hand. She had been fixed by Zack to be a bit more ‘safe’ to be around, but she still liked to hold it when she tortured people. It had a small cover around it so when she was holding it, her hand beneath was hidden by a small bubble of metal that was like a hand-guard you would see on a cutlass. Steve stroked the back of her neck soothingly. She pulled away and sneered at him. “Yeah well, I suppose I don’t really feel like killing you today.” She stared at him, as if daring him to mention she wasn’t going to kill him anyway, then scampered off. Steve felt like calling her back, but knew it would probably mean his doom, so he just sat there in his office, not being bothered by the animatronics for the rest of the night.