Visiting a Lonely Foxy
Teenage Michael takes the time to visit Foxy, who's attraction just got shut down due to malware issues. What Michael doesn't expect, is tickles and a mix-up.
This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user. It's finally done! And I hope you like it! (I hope this was the right Foxy...)
Michael was hanging out at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, and was visiting Foxy. Foxy seemed lonely due to his attraction being shut down. Because of this, Michael took some time out of his day to stay with Foxy and talk for a while. Foxy was Michael’s favorite animatronic.
“Hey Afton!” Foxy called. “How long has it been since you’ve been tickled?” He randomly asked.
Michael looked at Foxy with slight nervousness. “Uuhhh…Why?” He asked. Foxy ran up to him and picked up the man. “Cause I’m bored!”
Michael squeaked and tried to get Foxy to let go. “No! Wait! Please!”
“Naaah.” Foxy replied. “I wanna tickle you, dude! What’s so wrong about that?” Foxy asked as he started tickling his armpit. “NOHOHOHOHOHO! AAHAhahahahaha!” Michael threw his head back as laughter escaped him.
“Awwww! Listen to that laugh!” Foxy teased. “It’s like music to my ears!”
“Cohohome ohohon! Whyhyhyhyhy?” Michael asked. “Because it’s fun!” Foxy replied. “It’s really fun!”
Michael wiggled around and laughed as his armpits were tickled and teased with Foxy’s narrow fingers. “Quihihihihit ihihihihit! Ihihihit tihihicklehes!” Michael told him.
“It DoEs?! I DiDn’T rEaLiZe!” Foxy joked around.
Michael tried to playfully push Foxy. But Foxy didn’t even move.
“HA! Did you just try to push me?” Foxy laughed. “For that…” Foxy started squeezing his hip. “More tickles!”
Michael screeched and wheezed loudly. His hips were a really bad spot on him. “NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael laughed. “THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!” Michael yelled. “Not fair?! You realize you can tickle me anytime, right?” He reacted.
“NOHOHO IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!” Michael argued. “YOHOHOU’RE AHAHA ROHOHOBOHOHOT!”
“Yeah! A robot that has ticklish spots! I thought you would remember that, Mr. Afton.” Foxy added. It was here that Michael realized something: Foxy was misidentifying Michael. Foxy thought Michael was actually William!
“IHIHI’M NAHAHAHAT HIHIHIM!” Michael fought.
Foxy blinked. Wait, what?
“What?” The fox asked. Foxy stopped tickling and looked at Michael. “Let me see…” Foxy placed his cold hands onto Michael’s face and looked closer at Michael’s face.
He stared, and stared, and stared at Michael’s face. Michael awkwardly looked around, not sure how to react. “Uuuuhhhh…” He muttered out. Then, Foxy realized something! Once he found one difference, he started to notice many differences! “Wait a second! William didn’t have this!” Foxy pointed to a birthmark on his face. “And William didn’t have as many freckles as you have!” Foxy reacted. He even looked at Michael’s hair. “And Mr. Afton’s hair was dark brown, almost black! Yours is more brown with a ting of red in it!” Foxy reacted. “Not only that…” Foxy brought Michael over to the light of the window. “You look much younger than Mr. Afton!” Michael gently removed Foxy’s hand and hook. “My name is Michael.” He told him. “You really thought I was William?” He asked. Foxy looked at him. “I’m sorry. You look so much like him.” Foxy admitted. “I’m sorry.”
Michael smiled. “It’s alright. I’m far from the man that William was.” Michael told him.
“I can see that now. William had a stronger voice. And a temper…Your voice is more gentle. Though, you have similar voices.” Foxy admitted. Michael hugged Foxy. “Thank you.” Michael let go of him. “I’ve been trying to get out of his shadow for a lot of my life so far.” Michael told him. Foxy looked down. “I’m sorry.”
Michael shook his head and placed a hand on Foxy’s shoulder. “It’s alright. I understand.” Michael replied.
“So…What do you want me to call you?” Foxy asked. “Mr. Afton doesn’t really suit me like it suits my father. So, call me Michael.” Michael replied.
“Wait…Mr. Afton is your father?” Foxy asked. “Yeah…It’s why I look like him.” Michael explained.
“Oooh.” Foxy replied.
“The truth is…” Michael moved his bangs out of his face. “The only reason I let you call me Mr. Afton, was because you couldn’t shake the name. So I just let you call me that.” Michael explained.
“I see…” Foxy replied. Michael smiled and gave Foxy’s ears a little massage. Foxy suddenly smiled and leaned into the massage. It was here that Michael truly realized he could feel things. “You really do have feeling…” Michael reacted. “Does that mean you’re-”
“Ticklish?” Foxy finished. “Yup.”
Michael smirked and started skittering his fingers on Foxy’s upper sides first.
Foxy’s reaction was immediate: he snorted and bursted out giggling! “Ohohoho gohohohosh!”
Michael was ecstatic! “Whoa! This is awesome!” Michael reacted.
“Hahahahaha! Yeheheheah.” Foxy replied.
“How about your armpits! Are your armpits ticklish too?” Michael asked as he lifted an arm up.
“Wahahait Mihihike- AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Foxy burst out.
Michael quickly stopped. “Too much?”
Foxy shook his head though. “Nohoho, ihihit’s fine.” Foxy replied.
Michael didn’t waste a second! He tickled Foxy’s armpits as quickly as he could. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!”
Foxy doubled over and clamped his arms down. But Michael quickly noticed a problem the moment he felt pain in his hands. “Ooooowww! Uh…Foxy?” Michael asked.
“Whahahat?” Foxy replied.
“You’re kinda squishing my hands.” Michael complained. Foxy quickly opened his arms. “Sorry! So sorry!” Foxy apologized. “Ihit’s fine.” Michael replied. “Teaches me not to tickle your armpits.”
Foxy laughed at that. “True.”
Michael giggled and moved his hands to the middle of the belly. Foxy grabbed his hand and laughed as he wiggled around and hopped on his toes. “Ihihihit’s sohohoho bahahahad!”
“It Is?! I cOuLdN’t TeLL!” Michael joked, similarly to how Foxy joked earlier.
“Dohohohon’t cohohopy mehehehe, dihihipshihihit!” Foxy ordered.
Michael gasped. “Did you just SWEAR?!”
Foxy gasped and covered his mouth with his hook. “Uuuh…”
“You DID! I heard you!” Michael reacted. “Swearing sailors like you deserve to be PUNISHED!” Michael declared.
“NOHOHOHO!” Foxy begged.
“Oh yes~” Michael teased.
Foxy squealed as his rib region was tickled by Michael’s tiny fingers. For Foxy, it was like being tickled by toddler fingers.
“OHOHOKAHAHAHAY, IHIHIHI CAHAHAN TAHAHAHAKE THIHIHIS!” Foxy complained.
“Really? I’m surprised. You said this was so bad earlier, and now you’re saying you can take it!” Michael reacted. “Make up your mind, man!”
“NEHEHEHEVEHEHERR!” Foxy laughed. “Why not?!” Michael asked. “What’s so bad about making up your mind?”
Foxy soon pushed Michael to the ground and crawled onto him. “My turn again!” Foxy declared and started tickling with his metal fingers.
“OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO! HAHAHAhahahaha!” Michael laughed.
“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Foxy teased.
“NOHOHO TEHEHEHEHEASIHIHING!” Michael begged. “But tickle tickle teasing is so fun! Wouldn’t you agree?” Foxy teased. Michael covered his face with his hands and whined. “Nohohohohohooooo…”
“Awwww, look at how flustered you are! Talk about CUTE!” Foxy teased.
Michael growled and twisted himself around so his belly was against the floor. “Ihihihi’m nahahat!” Michael argued. “Are you kidding?! You really have no clue how cute you are?!” Foxy reacted. “Speaking of cute: Is your back ticklish by any chance?” Foxy asked. “Ihihi- AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael suddenly burst out laughing as Foxy’s evil little fingers started tickling up and down Michael’s back.
“Oooooh! I think so!” Foxy teased.
“QUIHIHIHIT THAHAHAHAHAT! STAHAHAHAHAP!” Michael ordered helplessly.
“Naaaah…I’m rather enjoying this!” Foxy told him.
Michael’s back was a really ticklish spot as well. So twisting around onto his belly was probing to be a really stupid move on Mike’s part. “Cohohome ohohohon! Thihihis ihihis sohohoho mehehehehean!” Michael complained.
“You’re complaining about back tickles right now. Are you seriously saying this is worse than getting your hand caught in my armpit?” Foxy asked. Michael continued to giggle and laugh as he thought about it. “Ahahahactually…”
“I knew it…The hand crush was so much worse.” Foxy joked. “Myhyhy hahahands fihihine thohohohough!” Michael told him. “True! But would you rather tickles on the back? Or a squished hand?” Foxy asked.
“Ihihihi’ll tahahahake thehehe bahahahack tihihicklehehes.” Michael replied. “I thought so.” Foxy said with his jaw open to reveal a toothy smile.
Foxy tickled Michael for a little while with no more dialogue between them. Well, save for the occasional replies to Michael’s protests. And in the end, Foxy ended up winning the tickle fight. Why? Well, despite having only 1 hand to tickle, Foxy is physically a lot stronger than Michael. Though, it didn’t exactly help that Michael was flesh and bone while Foxy was metal and…well, more metal.
Michael ended up needing to take a long break in order to pull himself together after the long tickle fight. But Michael didn’t mind. He was glad things turned out the way they did.
And still…Foxy will always remain Michael’s favorite animatronic.