The Girl Behind The Clown

Hook

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH"

Every morning....

Every morning Micheal does this...

Every morning Chris wakes up crying....

Every morning....

My sleep is taken away from me....

I don't mind on schooldays... it gets me up on time.

However it was Spring Break....

on a Sunday...

And I wanted my sleep.

I groan and roll out of bed.

I look over at the Foxy I had been working on. Still hadn't assembled it...or decided on a gender...but I've got until the week is out, that way I can surprise Charlie with my very own Animatronic. Charlie is my best friend—well...my only friend.

I open the door and walk down the hall to Chris' room. As expected, Micheal is terrorizing him.
   "Micheal give him a break alright...it's spring break I think we all want to go back to bed!" I scolded. Despite being nine years old, I was constantly making sure Micheal, my 14 year old brother, isn't acting like a bratty child.

"You do realize I let you two bums sleep in right? It's 11 Am, Ms. "I wanna sleep in", so don't try to give me that crap." Micheal snapped back.

Ok...so I sleep in late....so what?

I was about to argue back, but mom called us in for brunch.  I glared daggers at my older brother as he walked passed me. I turned to my younger brother, who was hugging his Fredbear plush with crystal tears in his eyes, with a sympathetic look on my face.
"You ok?" I asked.
He nodded in reply, and got out of bed.

Mom has made us bacon and eggs, which smelled amazing. It was a classic, because unless you hated eggs, this was a must.

I was the first to sit down and start eating, then Chris, then mom, then Micheal. I had noticed that Daddy  hadn't come into he kitchen yet, he was probably at work.

But I had more important matters to deal with.

Work of my own.

"So mom," I started, slightly fidgeting with my eggs. She turned to me, her short strawberry-blonde hair waving slightly, and her bright green eyes staring at me with curiosity. People always said I looked just like my mom, and I agreed. We had very similar features, though I had my dads nose. (Idk why I put that, thought it'd just be a nice random detail) "For the Foxy I'm working on... can I...erm..." how to ask my very protective mother for a slightly dangerous object...

"You aren't getting a hook-hand Elizabeth, we've talked about this." She said. I groaned.

"But MAAAAAM! The hook-hand is BY FAR the most important feature of a foxy animatronic! It practically MAKES them a Foxy!" I complained.

"Wouldn't being a fox alone make them a Foxy?" She asked.

"No, because then they could just be any old fox, it is required to have a hook-hand in order to be a real Foxy!" I argued.

"What about the eye-patch?" Micheal teased. I rolled my eyes at him.

"You can put an eyepatch on anyone, but Foxy is most known for his hook-hand." I stated.

"Yeah, because of the stories of how of you go in the pizzeria at night, he'll pluck your eyes out with it." Micheal was eyeing Chris while stating these rumors.

"K-Knock it off Mike! T-That's not funny!" Chris said, hugging his Fredbear plush tighter.

"Awww, you're scared that he'll stick his pirate hook through your nose all the way up to your brain~" Micheal continued. Ew...where did he get these ideas...I mean that's just gross.  Tears started forming in Chris' eyes and he buried his face in FredBear's back.

"Micheal quit scaring your little brother!" Mom said.

"Ugh, fine!" Micheal stated. Something both me and Chris enjoyed about mom was how she was able to get Micheal to shut up. Dad not so much, but mom, it was like something about her made Micheal shut his trap.

"So....can I—"

"No."

Welp... I tried. Guess I have to ask again later...and by later I mean tonight when I go to bed.

Later that night

I was in my pink onesie PJ's, teeth brushed, face washed, and ready for bed......

And ready to FINALLY ask mom for that hook-hand again. My (evil) plan was, that when mommy came in, she would see how sad my Foxy looked, and would feel bad and let me have the hook hand.

Yep

Full proof.

Normally mommy would tuck me in, so I was expecting to see her, but I guess it was daddy this time. Dang, I knew that if I wanted something I needed to ask mommy first, that way I know it'll actually happen, though daddy did normally get this kind of stuff, after all, he builds animatronics for a living.

"Heya squirt" He said, walking towards my bed, where I was already under my pink covers.  He sat down next to me, and I instantly sat up. "How was work?" He asked.
"Got a little bit done, how about you?" I asked in return. He chuckled a bit, and then sighed.
"Oh ya know, work is work." He said. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"What's the matter?" I asked. He sighed again, this time not keeping the smile,  furrowed eyebrows and his yes focused on the floor, as if he were lost in an unpleasant thought. He then turned to me, and ruffled my hair.
"Charlie says hi." Is all he said before walking to my bedroom door.

When I layed back down, I heard something metal hit the floor. I shot back up to make sure (my baby) Foxy was ok...

And I found a hook-hand glimmering on the carpet. I looked up at my dad to find him smiling.
"Don't tell your mother" he whispered. I giggled and nodded in agreement.

(A/N: Ok....so.....I would like to acknowledge.......that William.....was very comfortable....throwing a dangerous object in his daughters general direction.........just keep that in mind folks.)