@themangledfox
Darkness.
Silence.
Isolation.
These three things were what made up the life for the four animatronic animals in the spare parts room in this new location they were forced to call home. They were once loved by children of all ages and now...
They had been forgotten.
Foxy the Pirate was the most outwardly angry about their situation. A prideful animatronic, he wouldn’t take this laying down. And he certainly, would not ever accept any of these so-called replacements.
Night had fallen on the building, bringing an end to the first week of business. Things seemed to be going smoothly for the company, and the new models were loving their occupation it seemed. It filled the old pirate with even more spite as time went on. He never wanted to look at ANY of their faces, lessen he risk lashing out at them. Not that’d he’d mind tearing off one of their faces...
However, if there was one other thing Foxy hated just as much as the new animatronics, it was being cooped up for too long in one place. He needed to move. So he wandered the halls in silence.
It was too colorful in this place even at night. Foxy hated it. Then again he hated everything. The more he saw the more he wished he had it in him to tear his place down himself. If only it were possible...
His wandering brought him by Kid’s Cove before he even realized it. He had been too consumed his own thoughts to see that he was now in the same place as one of the others; his own replacement.
Toy Foxy.
She stood there with her pristine white paint and pink bow, looking to him with her own golden eyes. Foxy went rigid. Shit, This wasn’t supposed to happen. His mechanical hand clenched.
“...Great... ‘n here I be thinkin’ ‘tis could be a decent night...”
