All right! All right! I'll do more FNAF! Holy cow, guys! I was up to ninety views before my last FNAF fic was even up for seven hours! And it was amazing! Thanks to all of you!

This one might be long, and I'll try to update as regularly as I can while still working on my other story, The Boy Who Lived (which you should ALL read and review, by the way! ;)

So this is sort of an extension of the FNAF one-shot I did, The Favorite. If you haven't read that story yet I would HIGHLY recommend doing so before you dive into this or you might not get it.

Until then, please enjoy the show.

Oh, and title was based off a lyric from the wonderful song, 'Painted Faces'. If you haven't listened to that song yet, go do so.

Enjoy!

Foxy had always been the one animatronic that was really meant for boys. Chica was truly made for girls, and the others were designed to be lovable to children of either gender. But the sharp-toothed, hook-handed pirate fox had been designed to appeal to the energetic, aggressive little males that grew sick of the lovely-dovey songs sung by the animatronic band.

For this reason, Foxy was the favorite of most every boy that entered a Fredbear establishment.

And Lucas was no exception. Even though he and his friends were turning fourteen and were thus quickly moving past the Fredbear-and-friends phase, they still ended up accepting Michael's invitation to be the first ones to see Foxy's new show.

The management had decided that Foxy needed to have some new stories and lines programmed into him since the kids were growing bored with the same ol' scurvy tales repeated over and over. Since the management didn't feel like getting an actual technician to work on Foxy (because Lord knows that would cost money) and since Security-Guard Michael was actually quite savvy with machines, especially animatronics (even though he didn't have a degree to prove his expertise) they had decided to temporarily move Foxy and his signature curtains to a backroom and let the guard fix him up.

He might have complained about this were it not for the fact that this little dose of overtime was giving him the perfect opportunity to get Lucas and all of his friends alone.

And what better place than Fredbear's Family Dinar, in front of Lucas' favorite character, the same character he had always used to scare Henry…

Henry. Yes, Henry had always been the exception to the Foxy-is-every-boy's-favorite rule that generally prevailed at Fredbear's. The fanged fox had terrified little Henry, and so had the mask that Lucas wore in order to frighten him...

How ironic that it hadn't been Foxy's jaws that had…

Michael's stomach started to roil. No. He wouldn't think of that now. Not now. Not when everything was going this perfectly.

Foxy ran out of his pseudo Pirate's Cove and the boys laughed and clapped as the fox-pirate immediately began to regale them with adventurous and hilarious tales of sailing the seven seas, hunting for treasures, and defeating dastardly foes.

One of them wasn't smiling, though: Lucas himself. He looked up at the animatronic fox and squirmed, biting his bottom lip and occasionally glancing at the square-tile floors.

What's wrong, Lucas? You always loved Foxy. You were dressed like him on your brother's birthday. Remember that? Of course you do…

Foxy finished up his show with a hearty, "Enjoy yer day at Fazbear's Dinar, and be sure to come back again and visit me ship soon!" The boys clapped.

"So…enjoy the show?" he asked the boys as the metal fox retreated behind his curtain, just as his programming commanded.

"It was a lot better than the old one. And his voice got clearer," answered one of the boys. Darrell, he was pretty sure that one's name was Darrell.

"That's the idea," he said. "All new dialogue, stories. We even have a special mode for when it's some kid's birthday."

"Really?" said another boy.

"Sure…want me to show you? I'll put one of your names in."

"Cool!" answered the boys (except Lucas) in unison.

"Now…who gets to be the lucky birthday boy today?" mused Michael, stroking his chin and glancing from boy to boy as if he was seriously pondering this. His eyes landed on his son.

"How 'bout you, Lucas?"

Lucas became slightly pale. "Ah…that's okay, Dad. You don't have to…"

"Oh, no, no, no! It's fine! It'll only take a second."

"But Dad….I…."

"The fox won't eat you if I tell him your name, Lucas," he said as he slipped behind the curtain and quickly entered Lucas' name into Foxy.

"Your dad's right, Luke!" laughed one of Lucas' friends. "It's just a show."

Lucas stopped arguing, but he refused to look up even as the fox cheerfully scurried out of the curtain.

"Ahoy!" cried the pirate fox, and Michael slipped towards the door while the fox began his show.

"…a little seagull told me," said the pirate fox, "that we have a very special birthday matey here with us today….first-mate Lucas!"

Lucas was white as a ghost. He refused to acknowledge the pirate fox even as Foxy began to insist that he had once had a cabin boy by that very name and went on to tell a dramatic tale of how he and cabin-boy Lucas had escaped Davy Jones' locker

"…but that scallywag Jones was about to make poor Lucas walk the plank…!"

"Walk the plank, Lucas," whispered Michael as he locked the door. "Walk the plank."

But of course, the story ended happily for Foxy and his cabin-boy Lucas. That was only natural. There was no such thing as a sad story at Fredbear's. Happy endings for everyone. Everyone except Henry, of course.

Michael moved to stand behind the boys just as Foxy wished his first-mate Lucas a happy birthday and darted back behind his curtain.

"Enjoy the show?" Michael asked again. The boys were all smiling. All except Lucas, who just stared at his shoes.

"What's the matter, Lucas? Didn't like the story?" asked Michael, reaching into his pocket, his heart starting to beat furiously. This was it.

"Uhm…no, that's not it. No, it was fine."

"Don't lie, Lucas: you didn't like the story."

Lucas just chewed on his bottom lip and somberly shrugged.

"That's all right," said Michael, at last drawing the knife he had been waiting to use. "Maybe you'll like this story better."

"Dad, what…?!"

But within minutes, Lucas was silent. Him and his friends were all silent, and Michael's dark purple uniform was splattered with dark stains.

He stumbled to the locked door and leaned against it, looking at his handiwork and still soaking it all in. He'd done it. He'd actually done it.

At first all he could do was stand there, stunned at himself and his morbid act.

But then Foxy popped out from behind his curtain. He scurried right past Michael and stood before Lucas and his friends. The pirate fox, who was apparently stuck on a loop, promptly began performing for the dead children.

"…we have a very special matey here with us today…first-mate Lucas!"

Michael smiled.

Yeah…sorry about the creepy, disturbing, morbid opening but…hey, this series is about a child-murderer and possessed animatronics…it's kind of dark.

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