What's up, readers? My name is Count Kleiffen, but everyone calls me Fawkes.
This is a FNaF story that will feature every single animatronic in Ultimate Custom Night. Yes, every single one.
If I haven't included some of your favorites yet, then go ahead and drop some ideas down in the reviews section.
This story is heavily inspired by Foxy's Evolution by Tea Blade Writer. I'm trying to make this a unique experience to separate itself from that plotline, hence the main shipping of the story.
Thanks to Mistress X for helping me with a few ideas for this story, including the location of everything, as well as providing your thoughts on a few subjects. But most importantly, I thank you for your support when writing this. Your insight proved valuable when those that I did ask never ended up doing so. So thank you, Lexi. For everything.
Anyways, enough about me. This is supposed to be about you, the reader. Enjoy!
Foxy opened the door to the Parts and Service room and slid himself through the opening of the ajar door that he gave him. He then closed the door, reached over with his endoskeletal hand, and hit the red button beside the door, causing the door to be magnetically sealed. He sent a quick prayer to whomever that gave Mr. Fazbear the idea to make this room with the idea of keeping sentient machines that are stronger than humans from breaking down the door.
Breathing heavily after escaping the clutches of his Bonnie, he held his slightly broken left arm with the endoskeletal remains of his right hand.
He slumped down to the floor, activating his night vision to help him see in the dimly-lit room.
Well, it wasn't called the parts and service room for nothing. It was a room with metallic walls, floor and ceiling, with reinforced metal to keep anything from escaping. The only way to unlock this would be a command from the manager's console, something that none of them have the skills to hack. And considering that the manager left and won't be back for the next seven hours when the store opens.
Inside, there was a metallic table with nothing on it, and several metallic shelves with some spare parts and extra masks of Chica and Freddie, though the extra mask for Bonnie was missing, reminding him of when he fixed Bonnie's face.
There were two different piles of boxes on the other side of the room in opposite corners. One of them had labels such as 'Christmas' and 'Halloween', where the staff kept all the festive decorations for all the holidays throughout the year.
The other corner on the opposite side of the room had boxes with labels such as 'Chica' and 'Toy Freddy'.
He then remembered how they acted when he was first introduced to the crew. A stark contrast to how they act now…
~~~30 years prior~~~
Initiating Startup sequence: 0%.
Power Generators fully functional: 3%
Motor Controls fully functional: 8%
Voice Box fully functional: 11%
Auditory Responses fully functional: 14%
Olfactory Process fully functional: 17%
Visual Perception fully functional: 22%
Gustatory Perception fully functional: 29%.
Scanning Somatosensory Systems…
...Scanning…
...Scanning…
Scan complete; Somatosensory Systems fully functional: 65%
Coolant Systems fully operational: 73%
Downloading Unique Personality Matrix…
…Downloading…
…Downloading…
…Download complete.
Startup Sequence Complete.
Happy Birthday, Foxy.
Foxy opened his eyes, finding himself in a room surrounded by a metallic surface, with several humans in engineer outfits. Behind one of them, a man in a purple suit walked up to the table Foxy found himself lying on.
"Hello there, Foxy. Today is your birthday.
~~~1 Month Later~~~
Foxy was becoming great friends with the other animatronics, Freddy Fazbear, Chica the chicken, and Bonnie the rabbit, and he was becoming very anxious to perform on his very own stage, Pirate's Cove.
His performance had to be held back a month due to the backlash of some of the clients being a little skeptical of Foxy's appearance, saying that he looked more suited as a killer than a child entertainer.
Mr. Fazbear, the man in the purple suit he saw when he woke up, took their criticisms into account, and decided to redesign Foxy. He how had a maw that was a third of the original's size, and his hook was more rounded off while maintaining that hook-like image. He still retained the fox fur, ears, and tail to look like a fox while keeping the hook, eyepatch, and the voice matrix the same in order to keep the 'pirate' part of the play.
After the remodeling, some convincing, and a bit of bribing done by Mr. Fazbear, the day of his first performance was upon them all. This being the night before, he decided to do a little practice performance for the FazCrew, as the three called themselves.
"Do de dum de do dum dee; yes sir, 'tis a pirate's life for me!" he spoke in his pirate's accent, finishing his practice for the three, of whom immediately stood up from their seats and gave a standing ovation for the fox, who sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.
"You'll do great, Foxy; you have nothing to worry about!" Bonnie said supportively.
"Yeah, and the kids will love you too," Chica said flirtatiously.
Foxy continued to rub the back of his head as he heard the compliments from his fellow animatronics. "Aw shucks, ye be making me blush there, me mateys!"
The clock chimed, and the three looked to see 7AM be read on the clock in the room.
"Alright, FazCrew, we got a big day ahead of us. Let's make the most of it." Freddy said sternly.
They all filed out of the room, and as Freddy was about to leave, he stopped at the doorway and said, "Oh, by the way, Foxy…"
He turned to look at Foxy and said, "...welcome, officially, to the FazCrew."
He then walked out of the room, leaving Foxy to his own vices.
Foxy went over his performance again and again, seeing if he needed to change anything. To his surprise, sooner than he expected, it became 9:55, and a voice on the intercom said "Alright kids, get ready for a special performance done by a completely new animatronic. Giving everyone a swashbuckling good time, Foxy the Pirate will be making his debut performance in about 5 minutes. Be sure to grab your seats quickly, or walk the plank."
Foxy hopped behind the purple curtains that hid the entrance to the backstage in a semicircle so as to not be seen by anyone until the debut of his performance. As he was standing there, patiently waiting for his cue, questions flooded his CPU.
Will they enjoy the show?
Should I call out a couple of kids to act as a pirate's crew?
Is my act to cheesy?
Will they enjoy the show?
He glanced at the crowd behind the curtain and saw at least twenty kids sitting patiently, with parents either sitting next to them or standing in the back due to them not being small enough to sit in the chairs provided.
Foxy took a deep breath as the lights suddenly dimmed in the room, remembering his performance line for line.
And then he started.
~~~2 months later~~~
Foxy found himself being flooded with performances day in and day out. Eight performances on the weekdays, three on the weekends, and he was always the one called for birthday parties, which seemed to happen every other day. But he didn't mind the extra work. He only cared if the kids were happy, and, obviously, they were.
He was just seeing the last of the kids leave the show as he glanced over at the clock and saw that it was closing time. Feeling exhausted, he turned and walked over to the small container of a cheaply-made coolant that he could drink to help cool his systems down.
As he was about to walk into the back stage where his bed was so he could sleep, his doors opened again, and a slightly bigger version of a gold-furred Freddy walked into the room before the door closed behind him.
Foxy raised an eyebrow at the bear and said "Didn't know they changed ye fur color there, Freddy. What can this pirate do for ye today?"
The golden bear recoiled after hearing the accent, if only for a split-second. Foxy shrugged it off as him having a bad day. Then he straightened himself out before speaking.
He smirked and said "My name isn't Freddy. My official designation is Golden Fazbear, but everyone calls me Fredbear. I've been hibernating the past three and a half months, which is why you haven't seen me yet. I assume you're the pirate fox that Freddy told me about. Foxy, correct?"
"Aye, that be me name. I moved in here probably a couple weeks after you went hibernatin', I'd wager," he said, a little relaxed that he now knew his name. After all, the other animatronics here were friendly. Why wouldn't Fredbear be?"
"Makes sense. So, I'm having a dilemma, Foxy, and I was wondering if you could help me out with this problem. I've already spoken to the FazCrew, and they all agreed that you might be able to clear things up. That is, if you'd be willing to listen."
Foxy's ears perked up, and Fredbear took that as a sign to keep going.
"So, I'm the oldest of the animatronics still here made by the company Fazbear Entertainment, the main company that creates us animatronics and runs the businesses that we serve in. There's seven stretched all across the nation, but there's two that I'd like to talk about. There's the first location, Fredbear's Family Diner, where I was first introduced to the world along with Golden Bonnie, though he preferred to be called Springtrap. Then, after that place closed down, they made Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, where they first introduced Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica. Since then, they've made a few other restaurants around the nation. This is one of the Freddy Fazbear's Pizzas that were opened. However, there's one major thing that all these different locations have in common. The main attraction isn't the purple bunny playing the guitar. The main attraction isn't a chicken that holds a strange resemblance to a duck. And it definitely isn't some pirate wannabe fox that hasn't been around as long."
Foxy's tail drooped in sadness, his ears lying against his head.
"It's Freddy Fazbear. The singing brown bear with the microphone. And I'm not about to let some new punk out-do my protege."
Then, Fredbear teleports behind Foxy, and knocks him upside the head in the exact location needed to hit the reset button that's nearly impossible to accidentally be pressed, causing Foxy to deactivate.
~~~An unknown amount of time later~~~
Foxy woke with a start, his chest pounding as he remembered what Golden Freddy did.
He looked at his surroundings and saw that he was in the same room he woke up in.
He tried to sit up but found that only his head was able to move, allowing him to move around.
Suddenly, a TV turned on at the foot of his bed, and it plays a recording of one of Foxy's performances.
Except, in the middle of his speech, he froze, and stared at one of the female children. She wore a pink shirt and blue shorts and seemed to be no more than 8 years old. With her pale skin, blonde hair, and green eyes, Foxy remembered her as Alicia, the girl whose birthday was coming up soon. And judging by the fact that most people there had party hats on, Foxy was unconscious for more than a day.
Suddenly, and without warning, Foxy jumps out and tackles Alicia to the ground, biting her head with enough force to crush the skull, causing blood and brain matter to splatter all throughout the room as the entire room was filled with the recorded screams of the other children.
Foxy watched in horror as he saw a recording of him killing and slaughtering the poor young girl as the other children ran out of the room and screamed for their life, thinking that Foxy was going to come after them next.
Foxy looked away, unable to see anymore, yet could do nothing to make the screaming stop for the next few minutes while he heard the tearing of the girl's flesh.
Suddenly, the sound stops, and the TV turns off. Foxy looks over and sees Fredbear looking at him while retracting his finger from the power button to the TV.
"Now, look at what you did, Foxy. You became too popular with the kids. The back to back shows had caused you to work tirelessly, and you forgot to drink some coolant in favor of getting some rest after the show, and your CPU short-circuited, causing you to kill an innocent young girl."
He walked over to stand beside Foxy's head, and says "Now, they'll close off Pirate's Cove, find out what really happened, and keep you out of the spotlight forever."
He then leans his head forward to whisper "All because you decided that you wanted to be more popular than the main attraction. This is all on you, Foxy. Remember that."
~~~Present~~~
Foxy was staring at the table, trying to rid himself of the horrible nightmare that was plaguing his CPU. shaking his head, he stared back at the boxes of spare parts, and then looked back down at his own body.
Taking another few minutes to come to a firm decision on what he wanted to do, he had a look of determination in his eyes as he made up his core processes.
'Tonight,' he thought. 'Tonight's when I take my chances and run.'
He then walked over to the pile of boxes filled to the brim with spare parts, and shuffled them around until he found the biggest box in the back labeled 'Vixey'.
'Wait a minute… when did we have an animatronic named Vixey? No one calls themselves Vixey,' he thought to himself.
Tearing off the tape that held the box together, he opened it and looked inside, immediately becoming depressed.
He saw a single mask lying atop a pile of nearly-broken parts all seemingly fused together by shady craftsmanship as if this once beautiful animatronic had been torn apart and put back together again by mere children.
He reaches into the box and grabs the mask before trying to pull it off the animatronic, not realizing that he had accidentally gone ahead and pressed the 'on' button.
Initiating Startup Sequence…
WARNING: SEVERE DAMAGE DETECTED.
Scanning systems...
Power Generators fully functional…
Motor Controls:!DAMAGED!
Voice Box:!DAMAGED!
Auditory Response Matrix !DAMAGED!
Olfactory Process:!DAMAGED!
Visual Perception fully functional...
Gustatory Perception:!DAMAGED!
Somatosensory Systems:!DAMAGED!
Coolant System fully operational…
Unique Personality Matrix fully downloaded…
Rise and Shine, Vixey.
Vixey opened her left eye, finding that she could not feel her right, and saw an anthro red fox robot release his grip on her face as he jumped back. At least, she thought it was a dude from the pitch of the scream. After all, only women are capable of the highest of notes, and that wasn't anywhere near it.
Vixey tried to speak but found that her music box was broken. Looking down at her systems, she saw that most of her were an entanglement of broken pieces fused together.
She tried to get herself up all at once, but that didn't seem to work. She then tried to move herself piece by piece, and that seemed to work for a bit as she was able to rise her head out of the box to look at the animatronic that stared back at her.
If she could gasp, she would. She saw, well, a male version of her, with crimson fur instead of white and pink. But what was worse was that she could see so many patches of metal skin and fur gone, revealing much of the endoskeleton inside that seemed to hold him together by threads and needles at this point.
She tried to speak, but all that came out was static. She tried to scream, but the static turned into an ear-splitting sound that was similar to a sharp, metallic object scratching across a chalk board. Lowering her head into the box, she slammed it against the cardboard, causing it to move a good four inches before she tried to whisper, turning her static into random clicking.
She froze when she heard this. She tried whispering again, and the random clicking came back. Except the more she whispered, the more she realized that it wasn't random at all.
She lifted her head out of the box and whispered to him, who was still frozen in both fear and curiosity and whispered to him in the patterned clicking.
When he didn't move at all, she bashed her head against the cardboard box again, gaining his attention as he jumped awake and seemed to move around again.
He was about to ask a question when she started whispering again. This time, as his ears turned to face her to hear her better, he realized that she was speaking in Morse Code.
"...Are you broken? Who broke you?"
More whispering.
"...the other animatronics? Yeah, I figured. Just want to be sure." he said with a downcast voice.
More whispering.
"... I'm sad cause that's what happened to me," he said, a single black tear running down his left eye.
"...d-d-d-d-d-d-don't-t-t-t-t cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-y-y-y-y-y.."
Foxy looked back up in amazement as the mask's eye closed, seeming to be in concentration as it struggled to get those words out.
She looked back down into the box, and back up at Foxy, before looking back down at the box. Getting the hint, he walked forward, and as he got up to the box, he looked in carefully to see what she was looking at.
It was a spare music box lying in the bottom of the box.
He reaches down for the spare part, set on fixing Foxy when suddenly, the door unseals itself.
Foxy looks at the door and then looks back at me with fear in his eyes.
"The others are coming. I need to hide you back in the box before they realize you've been reactivated. They're going to do some terrible things to me, but I'd prefer me over you."
She nods her head, and Foxy pokes a hole in the side of the box so that she can see everything that's going to happen before she lowers her head and closes the box, stacking a few more in front of and on top, yet not blocking the hole so that her view isn't obstructed.
…Looking back at it, she will wish that it was.
"Well, well, well… What do we have here?" Foxy heard a voice call from the other side of the door as it was opened.
He turned around, dreading that voice ever since he first heard it.
"Fredbear. I'm simply seeing if there are any supplies around here to fix some parts of me before I head back to my cove for the night."
Fredbear walked forward, grabbed Foxy by his neck, and threw him to the wall beneath the shelves in a split-second.
He then vaulted over the table, crouched down, and shoved Foxy's head against the wall before saying, "But who said you could fix yourself? I like my playthings to break. It just goes to show how much stronger I am."
Fredbear grabs hold of Foxy's head and throw him against the opposite wall. Foxy's head bashed against the wall, and he slumped to the ground, his night vision blinking out, turning him into sleep mode.
Fredbear then walks around the table, and before he could get within three feet, someone appears out of nowhere and stands in between Foxy and Fredbear.
This animatronics appearance had Fredbear take a step back in surprise when he first saw it, and he said "Hey there, man. What's up? It's been years since we last talked."
The animatronic simply stared at him, clenching his endoskeletal left hand into a fist as he stared into Fredbear's eyes, causing him to take another step back.
Fredbear paused for a second and started thinking. Then he turned from a look of confusion to a look of anger.
"Are you serious, Mario? Are you defending this poor excuse of an animatronic? You do realize that he's the reason why this pizzeria is in this mess, don't you? Why a-"
WHAM!
Fredbear found himself lying outside of the Parts and Service room, having been knocked into the wall so hard that he made a hole in the wall. The animatronic then knelt down next to Fredbear, and his next few sentences were said without emotion, making Fredbear even more scared.
"Your first mistake was sabotaging Foxy in the first place. Not only was he a great performer before you came here, but he was the only hope of this establishment staying open, and you nearly killed him over a thousand times in the past thirty years.
"Your second mistake was coming into the Parts and Service room on this very night, for I would not have been here had a certain animatronic exhumed so much malice that only I could be used to calm this animatronic down.
"Your third mistake was calling me Mario like we're best friends. We aren't friends. We aren't even acquaintances. I was the one who initially gave you a consciousness. I'm the original that was made, not you.
"And it is because of these three strikes that you are now my enemy. I will spare you this one time; if I see you doing something like this again… well… hell hath no fury like a puppet scorned. Now use whatever energy you like to teleport to the other side of the country, and do not EVER let me see you set foot in this establishment ever again. You hear me?"
The golden bear simply nodded before teleporting once again.
The Puppet stood up, and walked back into the parts and service room, closing the door and securing the room once more.
He then looked over to the fox lying against the wall, and the fox lying in a pile in a box.
"This is gonna take a while." He sighed, then looked over to the box first, staring directly at the female fox.
~~~Four hours later~~~
Reboot attempt #237517: !WARNING! BLOCKED BY USER: PUPT
Reboot attempt #237518: !WARNING! BLOCKED BY USER: PUPT
Reboot attempt #237519: … … … … … … … …
Reboot successful. Powering up systems…
Reboot complete.
Welcome back, Foxy.
Foxy woke with a start, finding that he was lying on the table. Looking around warily for Fazbear to pop out of somewhere to hurt him again, his breathing short and heavy as he looked around warily.
He saw that the door was open, and he heard both a male and female voice talking in hushed tones outside of the door.
Getting up from the table, he checked his body for any more dents when he saw something that brought tears to his eyes.
His body was….
….repaired.
No dents, no missing strips of his metal shell, no exposed endoskeletal parts or wires from within, no missing strips of cloth…
His hook was even as it was when he first woke up, sharp as a blade and with the point as deadly. At first, he worried about the kids being hurt, then he gloomily remembered that he no longer needed to worry about something that he would never see again. After all, he never saw a child after Fazbear introduced himself.
He was about to walk over to the door to hear the voices when he remembered the animatronic in the box.
He turned to look at the box when he realized that the boxes he moved on top were moved to the side and that it was opened.
He fell to his knees, tears leaving trails of black along his crimson fur as he realized that he failed to help the only other animatronic that didn't act with hostility against him.
His thoughts went to despair as he hung his head in shame.
He wasn't sure how long he was there, but before long, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Instead of the usual hostility he sensed from the grasp, he could tell that this one was comforting, something that he never had the pleasure of experiencing prior.
He looked over his shoulder, and immediately, his sadness and depression faded away into shock and awe.
Standing before him, looking at him with such genuine care, was a white and pink fox with amber eyes. She had two rosy-red cheeks, a maw similar to his own, her ears had pink fur on the inside, there was a strip of pink fur along her chest and stomach, and her tail was mainly white with the last six inches along the tip being pink ending in a zig-zag pattern that intersected with the white.
"Are you ok?" she asked. Though Foxy could hear the hesitation in her voice, he was too stunned at how angelic her real voice was. It was elegant, yet a little bold as well. He had no doubt that if she whispered in a room full of thousands who were yelling, everyone would hear her.
He stood up and found that she was only an inch and a half shorter than him, with D-cup breasts that he found himself taking a few glances at as he felt a warmth sprouting from his nethers.
"Well, as tempting as it would be to watch you two 'get it on'…" a voice interjects from behind Foxy, making him thankful, for the first time in his existence, for the fur along his face to hide his blush.
A black, extremely thin figure standing about 4'6" tall with a puppet's mask as it faces stood in the doorway to the parts and service room.
"Who are you?" Foxy asked, not remembering ever seeing the animatronic in front of him in the building.
"I'm the Marionette. I'm technically the first one to be given life, though Fredbear and I have a long-standing argument on who was actually first. Most people just call me the puppet, but my friends call me Marion. And no, please don't call me Mario. I'm not a fucking plumber.
"Anyways, since you two were pretty much destroyed and forgotten about in the restaurant, I figured that you two would be best suited in another… Entertainment industry. Instead of putting on a performance to make kids laugh, I do agree with the clients about your original design. You do look more like a killer than a child entertainer.
"I oversee a few industries that are kept hidden from Fazbear Entertainment, one of these is called The Forge. It's a mechanical gladiator ring, where machines fight other machines for sport. The last mech standing gets to be called 'The Blade', the strongest weapon ever made from The Forge. 'The Blade' is also the one who runs The Forge, oversees that all the rules are followed, and gets to make the rules himself/herself. It's something that Fazbear Industries tried shutting down years ago due to the fact that the current Blade is the same blade that won the last seven years running, and is actually a former performer that Fazbear Entertainment made.
"However, it's a secret place that very few people know exists, so I'm going to need to smuggle you two out so that no one sees you, and before I give you the directions to this place, I'll need a solid answer from you two. Would you like to try your chances at The Forge, and be the master, or mistress in Vixey's case, of your own fate and live out the rest of your life however you wish? Or would you rather stay here, and continue to rot in this dumpster of a place that's surely going to close down in a month or two?"
Foxy hesitated for a few seconds before asking "If it's a gladiator ring, are we going in as solo fighters, or can we go in as teams?"
If Marion could smile, he would be at the fox's question. "You can go in with each other as a pair, but only one gets to be called Blade."
After that was answered, the choice was obvious.
And that's the end of the first chapter. Cliffhangers! Everyone has a love-hate relationship with them; you love to hate them, but you hate the fact that you love them.
So, to recap: Foxy abused for a decade because he was getting too popular, he met Vixey, got thrashed around by Fredbear a bit more, and was saved by Marion, who then offered them a place in The Forge.
What exactly is The Forge? Where is it located? Who is the current Blade?
All questions will be answered… as soon as I get to writing them.
Hey, looking for a job isn't as easy as some people make it out to be, ok?
Until next time!
~Count Kleiffen