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Android Furry AU

Personal Headcanons

Some tweaked ingame dialogue

Male!Funtime Foxy

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Language

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All recognizable characters and locations belong to Scott Cawthon. Flames or complaints will be used to cook Fazbear's pizza for the fandom.

X.X

Zachary "Zach" Bearington was never one with bright ideas, impulsive and quick to later regret his actions over a bowl of popcorn while watching his favorite show. So when he got a job as a technician - which he has vague experience in the field - for a place full of "unique" animatronics in the middle of the night every week, it comes to no surprise that he instantly regrets signing his soul to Circus Baby's Pizza World the moment the keypad labeled him as "Eggs Benedict". The middle-aged man could feel the butters of rue trickling down his throat now.

A loud buzzing pulled him from his thoughts as the elevator started to slow in speed. The lights flicker overhead, briefly plunging the compartment into darkness between intervals, before giving out completely. Zach looked around the now darkened room. Only the red button by the doors gave any sort of light. The elevator gives one last rock before groaning to a stop. A catchy tune played softly from the speaker on the wall, and Zach can't help but bob his head to it until the peppy voice of Hand Unit spoke.

"You can now open the elevator using that bright, red, and obvious button. Let's get to work."

Zachary walked over to the button and punched it. The doors shutter and open to reveal several outstretched layers of tape reading "Danger".

Great, he thinks. He search through the tape for a door, but quickly found a ventilation opening instead. He stiffen, hesitation washing over. He wasn't too fond of tight spaces. Seeing no other way, the man relent and crawled in on all fours

The vent was surprisingly larger than it looked. He was really able to crawl instead of worming his way through. The vent felt like it could go on for miles. Zachary is quickly put on edge as he crawled further down, listening to his own movement reverberate off the metal walls.

Hand Unit's peppy voice comes as a relief, albeit an annoying one.

"Allow me to fill this somewhat frightening silence with some light-hearted banter: due to the massive success, and even more so the recent reopening, of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, it was clear that the stage was set - no pun intended - for another contender in children's entertainment. Unlike most entertainment venues, our robotic entertainers are rented out for private parties during the day, and it's your job to get the robots back in proper working order before the following morning."

Zachary would have happily killed him for that pun.

He reach the end of the vent, much to his relief, when he saw light spilling through the seams of a hatch, and helped himself into an oddly shaped room. The look of it made him feel like he was traveling under the ocean in a fancy sub.

"You are now in the primary Control Module. It's actually a crawl space between the two front show rooms. Now, let's get started with your daily tasks: view the window to your left."

Four hatches, one on each wall, and two large dark windows on his left and right. A pair of lights above a grated fan gave off a greenish-gold light. Thick wires hung along the walls like vines; baby head models connected to these same wires blink like they are alive, giving Zach uncomfortable chills. A cartoonish gypsy prop on a table at the right of the room staring at no one with a wide smile. A security camera was blinking at him from the ceiling. Small screens lined above played mute static. He question momentarily on their significance before his eyes fell on the dominating mask in the center.

The clownish appearance offered little comfort over the pit of dread in his stomach as it grew the longer he stared into its eyeless sockets. Zach gladly switched his gaze over to the left window.

Invisible eyes watch him from the abyss.

"This is the Ballora Gallery party room and dance studio: encouraging kids to get fit and enjoy pizza. Let's turn on the light and see if Ballora is on stage. Press the blue button on the elevated keypad to your left."

The man glance down at the keypad - he hadn't noticed it at first - and studies the buttons. The top blue one had a picture that was a white sun, and a bottom red one had a orange lightning bolt. He was curious to see what would happen if he pressed the red button, but refrained himself since it was his first day on the job and he didn't want to get fired just yet. He punch the blue button and a spotlight fills the Ballora Gallery with fluorescent light, shining on an empty pink stage.

Huh. I guess they're not back yet, Zach thought before shutting the light off.

"Uh oh." Hand Unit says over him, "It looks like Ballora doesn't feel like dancing."

You mean they're here? Zach turn the lights on a second time. As far as it reached: nothing. What Hand Unit says next makes him raise a stunned brow.

"Let's give her some motivation: press the red button now to administer a controlled shock. Maybe that will put the spring back in her step."

"Say again?" he asked. These may be animatronics but he was still a man with morals.

He hovered a reluctant hand over the buttom for a moment, his throat going dry. Working for the humane society had introduced him to all kinds of abuse; electrocution wasn't anything new. It was the fact that he was being told to force the animatronics against their will made him debate with himself. Living or not, anything with the slightest hint of sentience should be neglected like this.

He shakes his head. C'mon Zach, they're only machines! You're worrying yourself over how an AI would feel! You've done worse shit than this - get a hold of yourself!

Still - he was left with a disgusting taste in his mouth when he slammed down on the button. Sparks flew from hidden sources when thicks wires jolt to life sending surges of electricity to the room. Electrons and Protons go to work filling the window with a blue flashling light show. Thankfully it was only brief. The electricity died with a steady hum.

"Let's check the light again."

Pressing his lips in a tight line, the rookie hit the lights. The spotlight now showed five ballerinas on stage, all posing and twirling and dancing. Who he assume to be Ballora in the middle wore an expression of absolute calm and focus while balancing on the tips of her toes. Long arms arched over her head as she twirled in expert fluidity. She moved slower than the four at her sides, Edwin noticed. The angle where he stood made it look that she was in sync.

The four, two on either side of her, only did various bends and poses. Zachary suddenly felt he could watch her for hours and never get bored. It was entrancing - magical, even. He got the impulsive urge to break the window and go over for a closer look. There was something oddly hypnotic about her movements that made her so beautiful to watch, and he wanted to know why. He didn't realize he had kept the light running longer than he should until Hand Unit automatically cut the power to the left keypad, sending Ballora Gallery back into darkness.

"No!" He snapped in protest, "Why would you-" The man stops, realizing his stupidity over getting angry at himself for getting too absorbed in a mere mascot acting on programmed commands.

"Excellent. Ballora is feeling like her old self again, and will be ready to perform again tomorrow. Now, view the window to your right." Zach doesn't know what disturbs him more: Hand Unit's annoying enthusiasm, or the sudden heaviness that washed over after giving Ballora the shock.

He follows his new instructions, and felt a sense of uneasiness come over when he saw the window. Even in the dim light he noticed the cracks on the dingy glass, like someone had been trying to break it on more than one occasion.

"This is the Funtime Auditorium: where Funtime Foxy encourages kids to play and share. Try the light - let's see what Funtime Foxy is up to."

The buttons light up and Zachary, begrudgingly, hit the lights. A second empty stage is revealed much to his dismay.

"Looks like Funtime Foxy is taking the day off. Let's motivate Funtime Foxy with a controlled shock."

Zachary grumbled something inaudible as he hit the red button. The shock came and went in the blink of an eye, but it didn't make him feel any less disgusted with himself. He hit the lights again and is shocked to find a still empty stage.

"Let's try another controlled shock."

Zachary obeyed out of confusion this time. Why didn't it work the first time like it did with Ballora? He waited for the buttons to light up before hitting the lights a third time. The spotlight showed no longer an empty stage, but a rather handsome looking white fox. He stood adorning a pink vest with white buttons, a pink bowtie tied comfortably around his neck, and dress pants that reach his ankles. He gestured and spoke to an imaginary audience of children, yellow eyes focused on no one, while saying things that are mute to Zach's ears.

A fluffy looking fox tail swayed lazily behind him, moving and wriggling like it had a mind of its own. Zachary could picture his five year old jumping on stage just to pet the tail. It's no secret that the Foxy character has always been his favorite. He even still owned a - now - rare 80s party mask he's kept since his early adolescent years.

"Looks like Funtime Foxy is in perfect working order. Great job!"

Zachary moved his hand from the panel, shutting off the lights for Funtime Auditorium.

"In front of you is another vent shaft." The hatch unlocks itself. "Crawl through it to reach the Circus Gallery Control Module."

Zachary gave both windows a final glance before crawling into the vent. The pit of dread still lingered in his belly as he moved down the long shaft. He didn't know what sort of animatronic was waiting for him at the end. It had to be the one with the pigtails - Circus Baby, was it? He had to question on who would give a name like that to an animatronic mascot. It made him appreciate his full name more.

He hits his head on the ceiling in surprise when an automated female voice abruptly spoke.

-Motion Trigger: Circus Gallery Vent-

"Aaaah..." he hissed, rubbing the back of his skull. A warning would have been very nice then.

He eventually reach the Circus Gallery with an unwanted headache. The room was surprisingly not as small as he originally thought it would be; three large windows, a line of colored light bulbs, and a desk with various different controls he knew little about beeping in front. Light came in intervals as massive fan blades passed overhead.

"On the other side of the glass is Circus Baby's Auditorium. Let's check the light and see what Baby is up to."

Zach press the lights button on the keypad. A single light buzzes on with unimpressive power that does little to brighten the room any better.

"Looks like a few of the lights are out, but we can fix that later. Let's encourage Baby to cheer up with a controlled shock."

Zach wrinkled his forehead. How is that even fair? Just because he couldn't see the stage doesn't mean she's not there. Unless they had some sort of sensor on them. And the place had to have a bucket list of problems if even the guide says the lights would be fixed later, meaning never.

He gives a reluctant push of the shock button and the room outside is briefly lit up in blue light. The lights are activated next. Of course, nothing is shown.

"Let's try another controlled shock."

Zachary groaned and repeated the process.

"Let's try another controlled shock."

He repeats the process a third time with heavy reluctance. His head was starting to kill him now, and his stomach churned with self-loathing. "No hard feelings..." he murmured.

"Great job Circus Baby, we knew we could count on you. That concludes your duties for your first night on the job. We don't want you to leave overwhelmed. Otherwise, you might not come back. Please leave using the vent behind you, and we'll see you again tomorrow."

Zach rubbed a tired hand down a stubbled cheek before wincing at a sharp stab in his head. It was throbbing by this point. He was definitely going to take some ibuprofen before watching the latest episode of The Immortal and The Restless. It'll take a mild headache to keep him from watching his favorite soap opera. The rookie got down and pushed open the hatch to let himself out. He gave the module one last look and something under the desk catches his eye. Something was blocking the space at the bottom. It looked like a large scrap of metal with holes.

"Huh. I wonder why that's there?" he murmured.

His heart nearly leaps out of his chest when he noticed something behind one of the holes: a large purple eye. He doesn't flee right away, only staring back in silence. Not wanting to take his eyes off whatever it was looking back at him. He suddenly felt more like an intruder then a newbie technician on his first day. They study each other back and forth, the moment feeling more awkward than frightening. Zach was almost tempted to say hello when the it suddenly blinks at him.

His blood runs cold when he is suddenly acknowledged by a small, accented whisper.

"Someone is outside."

The man bolts into the vent in a rush of adrenaline while his heart made a run for the hills. He heard a startled gasp behind him, which is followed quickly by frantic movement and metal grinding on a hard surface. Minutes later, the hatch opens and closes again.

Oh God oh God oh GOD, he thought fearfully as memories of an event from his adolescent years flash before his panicking eyes; ragged monsters with sharp claws and teeth clawing their way through the vent, chasing after with dangerous jaws snapping hungrily - he could almost hear the deep laughter from one of them when the tip of a claw just barely misses the hem of his pants. His flashlight smacked against the side of his thigh, but stopping to grab his only weapon would only prove to be suicide. And unlike then when he was surrounded by friends, he was utterly alone. No one would be here to help him if he got caught.

Tears spill from his eyes. Like any human, he didn't want to die. Not by the hands of animatronic monsters like...like... Karma really does have a way of getting back at people. Zachary almost wanted to laugh.

A hand suddenly latches itself onto his ankle in a ironclad grip. Gloved nails dug through the material of his sock and into his skin, making sure of itself that the grip won't be so easy to loosen. The man let out a deafening scream and began wildly kicking his legs in an attempt to free himself. He cursed and screamed and kicked, but the hand held on in stubborn determination.

He is then pulled back with a rough yank that makes him hit his face on the floor.

"NO NO NO! GOD, NO! PLEASE, GOD, PLEASE!" he wailed as he was being pulled back to the Circus Gallery. He tried kicking harder, but his legs had tired out. Grabbing onto walls or floor proved futile at the speed he was being pulled back. The man lets out a mournful sob that echoed down the shaft. He clung to the hope that the camera would pick it up and someone would be sent down, but he knows it will never happen.

It's companies like these that have a habit of sweeping things under the rug and raising salaries to keep workers hushed about it. His death would be labeled an accident, and people wouldn't bat an eye because the risk of death and injury came with being a technician. He knew what he was diving into when he signed those damn papers. He would never see his kitten, friends, or the animals at the Humane Society again. And his body? If there's anything left it would be given a one-way ticket to the furnace.

His hits the floor with a smack. He doesn't get a moments relief when he is roughly turned on his back and quickly straddled on his belly. Gloved hands cup his stubbled face as a young woman with strawberry pigtails entered his vision. Zachary blinked away the last of his tears and got a better look of the painted face before him.

Apple green eyes stared back pleading and afraid. His eyes followed the thick line of dry blood - he guessed it's blood - trailed from the bottom of her painted nose down to the end of her chin. Some spots looked wet in the light. It was still fresh.

"I don't recognize you. Will you help us?"

X.X

I should have been using my time to work on Out of the Blue, but instead I spun out this garbage. No, I haven't given up on Out of the Blue - life, school, and writer's block have been huge thorns in my side. This is a side project that occurs in the same Alternate Universe as Out of the Blue, hence the small tweaks I added to Hand Unit's dialogue. HOWEVER. It will have no connection whatsoever with that fic. Same universe, separate stories. No, this is not a Baby x Eggs Benedict fic either. This will NOT be a love story. Ships will be hinted at or implied, but won't play a huge role in the story. All but one, which I will not name ;p

For those new to my fnaf Android Furry AU: they're basically still animatronics, but highly advanced lifelike androids. They age until a certain number. They can eat, drink, sleep, shower, use the bathroom, like people can, but not as much because they're not dependent on it for survival, and can go for weeks, even a month, without doing any. It doesn't mean they're invincible or whatever. They can get sick - even die. They can feel pain both physically and mentally, which will play a part in this fic. Also I'm making Funtime Foxy a male in this fic because I already made Mangle female, and Funtime Foxy looks masculine to me. So yeah. If you have a problem with that then go find a fic that does have female Funtime Foxy instead of telling me "FUNTEM FOXI IS A GURL!11 IT SED SO IN TEH GAME!111!" in the comments. Thanks. Ennard will be in this fic as well, but as a separate animatronic instead of the eldritch horror we get in the game. And no possessed animatronics, too. That's a biggie in this AU.

I can promise you that this fic will not be one of those "Survive Five nights and walk out with the animatronics in the end" fics. This one, as you may tell, is going to be different. I will not say how - I will leave that for you to decide. I have an idea on what I want for this fic, just don't expect fast updates with life and classes and writer's block, and -cough- Pokemon Moon -cough-. And I will leave with this parting message: there will dark and sensitive themes in this fic. All of which will be handled maturely. There will be trigger warnings if need be at the start of a chapter for those who are genuinely sensitive to these topics.

If you've all the way up to here: congratulations. Here is a prize for enduring several minutes of boring author ramblings. *Throws out exotic butters*