Helping the Fox 3

Foxy looks between you and your sister, he lowers his ears in a mix of fear and confusion. You sigh and step forward and sit on your knees.

“She’s is here to fix you.”

“Foxy, I have been a big fan of yours since I was little. I used to come all the time and I have dreamed of the day that I would get to work on you.” She lifts his paw and looks it over, moving it and testing how it moves now after years of not being taken care of. She looked over his body, hiding the horror she found herself of looking at her hero that she grew up loving. She stands up and turns from him. “I’ll be back before midnight, I have to go get a few things to fix you up and get stuff to clean the others.” She steps off the stage clearly already at work on how she plans on fixing him, although it bothered her that he was in such in bad state. She walks out not noticing that the others are watching her with a strange intent. You look around and chose to help the crew in the dish room, working hard to keep your mind off the idea of Freddy going after your sister. You chat up with the crew while you work, your hands burn from the heat of the dishwasher they had, but it didn’t bother you much at all. It was great talking to other people that didn’t like the big three, not for the same reason but it didn’t matter to you. It was all fun and games until they all left, you told them that you could put the dishes again and take apart the washer (like you are meant to at night) and wash the floors. You glance up to see your sister standing in the doorway giving you that look of ‘are you really cleaning again?’  You grin and finish cleaning the floor, pushing your sister out of the way so you can get what’s left of the floor. You look at the five bags of fur and cleaner, glancing up at the time, it was 11:30. You glanced at your sister as she started to set up for her cleaning of Freddy; you bite your lip and worry as she fills her spray bottle and the cleaning brush.

“Are you really going to stay the night with me? To clean?” Your voice cracks slightly with worry. She nods and starts cleaning the stains on Freddy’s face, you watching in horror. Foxy was watching from his cove was the person he thought was his fan cleaning Freddy, his ears fall and he whines softly, making you look at him. You could see how sad it made him that your sister was cleaning Freddy, but there was a strange feeling you got from watching Freddy, so when it hit midnight it freaked you out when Freddy kneeled before your sister, who screamed and jumps back. If you were watching Foxy you would of seen him dart from his cove and catch her in his arms.  Freddy held up his hands, stopping the others from doing anything, but you screamed anyway. Freddy gave you a dirty look instantly shutting your scream off, he looked at your sister and Foxy.

“Put her down fox.” Foxy places her down and backs away slightly his ears lowered from fear of the bear. “Now Miss, why are you doing this? Not that I am not enjoying it but why are you cleaning us?”

“Oh are you the one they called to fix us?” Chica bounces and hugs your sister, who squeaks but returns the hug, turning into the motherly form that took care of you as a child. Freddy glares at Chika but does not scold her based on how your sister was act, you kept a close eye on your sister in fear that the others would shove her into a suit then you, but it seemed like at the time that she was safe.

“No sweetie I was not called here to fix any of you, but I can’t help fix and clean you guys, I mean you guys, ALL of you were the reason I because the person I am.” Freddy sits on the stage, giving Bonnie a sign that he can relax but not to hurt her.

“What do you mean?”

“I used to come here 20 years ago with my (brother/sister) and I fell for everything about you guys, the way you moved, acted everything!” She lights up as she yammers on about how she fell for them and how she changed her life to becoming the woman that was standing before them. You ignored it again for this happens all the time when someone talks down to her, but you knew her whole story and didn’t really care about she had gone through to get where she was standing at. You chose to make sure that this dish pit was dry and that everything was put away, you guessed that because they were too busy with playing with her so you could get away with a quite night. You went back your desk to relax a bit while you watched your sister clean Freddy and the others….wait where was Foxy? You check your door and fall out of your chair with a yelp, Foxy was standing in the doorway with his ears low and his whole body sagging with his sudden onset depression from your sister suddenly caring about the others more than him. You stare at him shaking slightly, you were not scared but it still freaked you out that he was standing there. He walks into the office and sits at your feet, acting like a sad puppy and sighs, his voice box struggling slightly with the sounds of a sad fox. You pet the top of his head, trying to ignore how gross his fur felt under your hand, but you felt like you had to help him with this. You didn’t speak nor did he, you both just sat there taking each other’s presents, it felt strange to watch a robot fox mope about but at the time you didn’t care since he was not trying to shove you into a suit.