#ler!foxy

Scott was sitting in the office, looking at the poster of the three characters: Freddy, Bonnie and Chica. Why Foxy was not on the poster, he could not be sure. Foxy was his favorite character out of all of them…so the lack of recognition for the fox pirate was…really sad. He looked around at the little televisions that covered a corner of the gray desk. The televisions were small, and were stacked on top of each other. The room was dark, save for a dinky little warm light in the middle of the small office. Even then, that little light only lit up most of the office. The hallways on either side required their own lights. That was how Scott could see if the animatronics were coming to send him a visit. 

Scott knew these animatronics quite well. In fact, he was confident in saying he knew most of the ins and outs of this pizzeria. He had been hired as the security guard right before the pizzeria had opened. He remembered seeing one of those “Opening soon! Apply Now!” signs up on a bulletin nearby. He remembered giving in his resume, and meeting both Mr. Afton and his son Michael, in-person. He remembered that according to Mr. Afton, “Michael had an appointment today, and didn’t wanna go back to school.” He mentioned that his choices were to go to work with him or go back to school. And it appeared that Michael chose to go to work with him. 

Scott was suddenly thrown out of his thoughts as a set of shuffling feet filled the hallway. Recognizing who the shuffling belonged to, Scott closed the left door before the animatronic could come in. With the fox locked out, Scott let out a breath of relief. He was safe. 

But something was off…Usually Foxy would bodycheck himself into the door a few times before giving up. But…He wasn’t doing that this time. This confused Scott st first. Did the animatronic already give up? If so, what changed between now, and the last time he tried to get in? Was Foxy learning? 

Scott clicked the light button to check the hallway. Sure enough, the hallway was completely empty. 

Huh…These animatronics are a lot more clever than he thought…He quickly began to pray that he wasn’t underestimating the animatronics’ intellect. 

Walking back to the desk, Scott checked the screens to try and find Foxy. 

He checked the main dining hall, and found Bonnie. He was holding his red guitar, just staring at the camera. Scott chuckled somewhat awkwardly. Though he wasn’t sure if Bonnie could see it, Scott waved back to him. 

Next, Scott checked the stage and found Freddy. Apparently he hadn’t moved from the stage yet. Feeling comfortable with Freddy’s position, Scott looked at another camera. 

The bathrooms appeared to be empty. But the flash of yellow filled the screen when he switched to the kitchen camera. Chica and the cupcake were standing in the kitchen. Typical Chica wanting to cook in the kitchen…

He switched to Foxy’s cove, and tried to look inside the curtains. But based on the camera’s live recording and his own limited vision, Foxy wasn’t in there. 

Wait…If Foxy’s not in the hallways, and not in the Pirate’s Cove…then where is he?! 

Suddenly, Scott’s focus fell away from the screen as he heard something resembling a squeaky metal joint…

Oh God…Foxy’s right behind him…

Very slowly, Scott turned his head to look into the darkness behind him. The more he turned his head, the more he could see the white pupils from the animatronic…

The eyes began to tilt to the side. “Look at what we have heeere~” 

Yup…That’s Foxy alright…

He heard a near identical squeak as the fox's body moved closer. His white metallic teeth protruded from his jaw, worsening Scott’s fear…He looked like he was going to bite him like an aggressive dog…a dog capable of standing on their hind legs…A dog that stands taller than most humans. 

Scott turned the rest of his body around as he tried to calm himself down. It’s gonna be okay, Scott. Despite the size of his teeth, Foxy is not going to bite you. Those teeth are for aesthetics only. Mr. Emily would never program these animatronics to bite. That’s so against his nature. And Foxy was made to entertain kids! There’s no way he’d bite him! 

…Right? 

Suddenly, Scott’s thought process was interrupted as Foxy’s glaring face got closer to him. To make matters worse, Foxy’s teeth had opened up, making a couple of his back teeth slide together in an ear-piercing ‘schwing’ sound. This told Scott everything. Those teeth were not soft…they were made completely of metal. 

Doubt about his previous theory began to fill Scott’s mind. If Foxy was never meant to bite, then why did Henry give Foxy two sets of metal teeth?! 

“Ya scared, lil fella?” The fox asked him. 

Though Foxy was staring into his soul, Scott had quickly noticed that the voice was coming from a speaker in his chest, rather than his mouth. But it didn’t change how terrified he was…not even slightly. 

“Scared outta ya skin?” Foxy asked with an evil laugh. 

Scott very slowly started to nod his head. He didn’t know what else to do. Nodding barely seemed like enough of a response. 

“Shall we get this over with?” Foxy asked him. 

Scott widened his eyes. Over with? Get WHAT over with?! 

Scott’s spiraling mind was interrupted by the feeling of a hand and a hook sliding under his arms. “oOHNO-!” Scott gasped. And without any warning or preparation, Scott’s feet began to lift off the ground. “WaitwaitWAITWAIT!” He shrieked and shouted, kicking his feet. “FUCK- PUT ME DOWN!” 

“Gotta pretty light booty on ya, matey!” Foxy reacted. 

Despite how funny this phrase would be any other time, Scott refused to acknowledge it. All he cared about was the idea of his skull being crushed, and his life potentially ending in a matter of minutes. “HELP! HELLO?! HELP ME PLEASE!” 

“You need help there, mate?” Foxy asked, sounding quite genuine. 

Scott cried out again. “ANYONE THERE?! ANYBODY?! HELLO?!” Scott shouted. 

Foxy’s ears wiggled slightly as he tilted his head. “Ya don’t know when to quit, do ya?” He asked. 

Scott’s breathing increased as he stared into Foxy’s white pupils. “P-Please don’t hurt me…” He whimpered. 

Foxy’s eyepatch closed over his own eye. “Ya said ya wanted help?” Foxy asked. 

Scott gulped and bit his lip. “H-Huh?” 

Foxy laughed a little bit, his lower jaw moving up and down. “I’d love to help a member of the crew!” He declared. “What do ya need help with, me hearty?” Foxy asked him. 

“Uh-” 

“Perhaps ya want help sweepin’ the deck?” Foxy asked him. 

“What are you-” 

“Or perhaps ya need someone to turn yer frown upside down!” Foxy offered. 

“Ummmm-” 

“Which will it be, chum? Cleanin’ up the old cobwebs? Or a good ol’ fashioned cheer-up?” Foxy asked. 

“...I…I uh-” “Excellent choice!” Foxy raised Scott up slightly, before placing him somewhat roughly onto the chair. “One cheer-up comin’ right up!” He declared as he pretended to roll up his sleeves. “I’m gonna tell ya some special little jokes. And if ya laugh, then I’m doin’ my job right!” Foxy explained. “But if ya don’t laugh…” Foxy wiggled his left fingers. “Then I might just make ya~.” 

Scott widened his eyes and gulped slightly. Oh no…Knowing Foxy, these were gonna be the classic kids jokes…And though he liked those jokes, they were never funny enough to make him laugh…And knowing how much kids tend to laugh hysterically at the jokes…

This is not gonna go well…

“Aaaalright! First joke:” Foxy cleared his non-existent throat. “Why is pirating so addicting?” Foxy asked. 

Scott stared at him, still struggling to process the fact that he wasn’t planning on killing him. 

“Well, they say once ya lose yer first hand, ya get hooked!” Foxy declared, shoving the side of his hook into Scott’s face. 

Scott made no sound…he blinked once…he blinked twice…He did get the joke, but…he didn’t exactly start off with a bang…

“Well that’s a darn shame…How about this one:” Foxy offered. 

Scott blinked and widened his eyes. Wait, he wasn’t gonna tickle him? 

“What do ye call a pirate with two eyes and two legs?” Foxy asked. 

Scott stared at him, not really sure. “A rookie!” Foxy replied as the comedic drum sound played through his chest speaker. 

Scott’s confusion began to turn into slight boredom. Though he understood the joke, he just…didn’t find it funny. 

“Well, looks like I gotta tickle it outta ya!” He declared as his hand suddenly squeezed and scratched at Scott’s side and belly. 

Scott squeaked and curled up, pulling his knees up to his chest in a single moment. “Noho! GaAHAHA! Noho fair!” He squeezed his eyes shut as a giggle left his mouth. 

“Look at that! Ya CAN laugh! And here I thought ya had a broken funny bone!” Foxy teased. 

“Ihihit’s not funnyhyhy!” Scott tried to argue. 

“Well somethin’s gotta be funny! You’re laughin’ right now!” Foxy reminded him. 

“Yohohohou’re ticklihihing mehehehe!” Scott yelled back. 

“Are ya sure about that?” Foxy clarified. 

“Yehehehehes! Ihihihi cahahan feeheeheel ihit!” Scott tried to argue back. 

“Are ya sure that’s not yer tummy making ya laugh?” Foxy asked next, adding his hook to the other side of his ribs. 

“aAAH! YEHES!” He yelled back, shocked by his own reaction. Whatever Foxy was doing, was working way too well on him! “IHIHI’M SUHUHUHURE! I CAN FEEHEEHEEL YOHOHOUR HAHAHANDS RIGHT NOHOHOHOW!” Scott argued back. 

Foxy’s eye widened. “Oh! Ya can, can ya?” Foxy asked, looking down at his own upper limbs. 

“YEHEHEHESSS!” He shouted back. The poor guy was shaking his head and busting out in cackles of laughter every minute. 

Foxy smirked. “If you could feel me hands, then you would know that I don’t have two hands.”  Foxy stopped tickling him and showed Scott the hook. “No pirate is complete without their trusty hook!” He declared. “Call me a seasoned veteran!” He added rather proudly.  

Scott’s laughter slowly began to die down as he stared at the hook. He couldn’t explain why, but something was telling him that the strong laughter he was experiencing was due to the fox’s hook rather than his hand. “Hehehe…Hehe…Haaa…” He hung his head. 

“Geez, mate! I didn’t kill ya with me jokes, did I?” Foxy asked him. 

Scott blinked a couple times, staring at him. “All that…just because I didn’t laugh at your jokes?” he clarified. 

Foxy let out a laugh that sounded somewhat similar to Mr. Krabs. “Not exactly, Buccaneer. Mr. Afton himself told me to cheer ya up!” Foxy told him. 

Scott raised his eyebrows. “Mr. Afton?” Scott tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “You mean William?” 

“Oh no no, not the captain of this joint.” Foxy shook his head. “The cabin boy.” He replied. 

Scott stared at him, confused. “What?” 

“Ya know, the youngin’.” Foxy explained, showing Scott the child’s general size with his hook. 

Scott straightened his head. “Wait…The kids?” He asked next. 

“Yeah!” Foxy replied, smiling slightly as a little shadow showed up behind Scott. 

“Wait…” Scott pointed to the animatronic. “William has 3 kids. Which one is it?” Scott asked next. 

And almost as if previously planned, Scott felt a pair of small and quick hands grab at his sides, before being followed up by a loud and proud “BOO!”. 

“GAAAH!” Scott jumped about 5 feet in the air, before sprinting away giggling from the little skittering fingers. “Nahahaha! Whohoho-” He turned to look at the person, and let out a sigh of relief. “Oh…Michael, hi.” He reacted. 

“Hi Mr. Phone guy!” Michael declared. 

Scott chuckled awkwardly. “Uhhh…What are you doing here?” He asked, still surprised that a 13 year old was standing in his office. 

“I wanted to surprise you!” Michael admitted. “Were you surprised?” He asked. 

Scott shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I was. I was quite surprised.” He admitted. 

Michael giggled rather evilly. “I guess we could say you’re ‘tickled’ about me being there?” Michael teased. 

“Eyyyy! That’s my boy!” Foxy patted Michael’s head excitedly. 

Scott sighed and shook his head. “I should’ve known…” He muttered. “Does your father know you’re here?” Scott asked him. 

“Uhhh…” Michael bit his lip and looked away. “N-No…He doesn’t…” He admitted. 

Scott sighed. “I’m gonna call your father.” He told him, picking up the phone and typing his boss’s number into the telephone. He raised the phone to his ear, and waited for it to stop ringing. 

“Hello?” A familiar voice said on the other side of the line. “Hi Mr. Afton. It’s Scott Rogers. Michael showed up at the Pizzeria here.” Scott explained. 

“He did?” Mr. Afton went silent for a moment. “Huh…I guess that explains why he’s a little late getting home.” Mr. Afton admitted. 

“Yeah…If you can come pick him up, that’d be great.” Scott admitted. 

“Sure, I can pick him up. It'll be about 20 minutes. Is that okay?” Mr. Afton asked. 

“Yeah, that’ll be fine.” Scott replied. 

“Alright. See you soon.” Mr. Afton said before hanging up the phone. 

Scott put down his own phone and looked at Michael. “Your father’s on the way.” 

“Aww…” Michael frowned and crossed his arms. “And I thought you were cool…” 

Scott chuckled a little bit, smiling as he came to terms with the thought of essentially being called ‘not cool’ by a 13 year old. 

“Well…I’m not the one who chose not to walk to the house…” Scott reminded him. “And I’m not the one who’s too ticklish to handle a robot fox.” Michael shot back, smirking as he crossed his arms. 

Scott raised his eyebrows. Did he really just say that? Did he really just sass him?! Scott smirked slightly as an idea developed in his head. “Think you’re so tough, huh? I’d like to see you handle a robot tickle monster.” Scott replied. 

“Yarrr! Ain’t that an idea!” Foxy declared. 

Michael’s smile quickly dropped from his face upon hearing Foxy’s words. “Uh oh…” He muttered. 

Scott raised an eyebrow. “Oh I’m sorry, did I just hear an ‘uh oh’ from the tough guy?” Scott asked. 

Michael tensed up. “N-No…you didn’t.” He muttered, visibly losing his composure. 

“Hey Foxy! Got any more jokes on you?” Scott asked. 

“Well, me hearty! I thought ya’d never ask!” Foxy replied, throwing his hooked hand in the air with excitement. “What does the pirate say when he turns 80 years old?” Foxy asked. 

Michael shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” 

“Aye Matey!” Foxy declared excitedly. 

Michael let out a quick exhale through his nose, and shook his head. “Wow…” 

“Ya get it?” Foxy asked. 

“That’s the best you can come up with?” Michael asked. 

Scott smirked and laughed a little bit. Though, he wasn’t laughing at the joke…“Looks like Michael didn’t laugh. You know what that means, Foxy?” He asked with a smirk. 

“Yarrr! Indeed I do! Ya learn quickly, Scotty-boy!” Foxy declared, before poking Michael’s sides. “I tickle the laughter out of ya!” Foxy declared. 

Michael squeaked and struggled to cover up his sides. “NAHAhaha! Fohoxy dohohon’t!” Michael wiggled, trying to run away from Foxy’s hook and hand. 

“Goodness, cabin boy! You’re a lot more wiggly than Scotty!” Foxy reacted. “Or even the captain himself!” Foxy added. 

“I’ll say!” Scott reacted. 

“FOXYHYHYHYHY! COHOME OHOHOHON!” Michael yelled out. “What’s wrong, Michael? Still feeling tough?” Scott asked next. 

“Can’t handle a taste of yer own medicine?” Foxy asked. 

“MEHEHEANIHIHIES!” Michael shouted at him. Scott chuckled. “Yeah yeah yeah…Talk all you want to, Mike.” He teased. 

“Ya keep complainin’, and we may never stop ticklin’!” Foxy warned with a pirate-esque laugh. 

“NOHOHOHO!” Michael shouted back. 

This playful banter only lasted another 5 minutes, before Michael finally gave up. With Scott ordering Foxy to help, Michael was given a chair, a small cup of water, and a chance to recover before his father showed up. When William showed up to pick up Michael, Scott walked Michael from the office, up to the exit door. William hopped out of the car and playfully pushed Michael towards the car, before looking at Scott. 

“Thanks for the help. And again, I’m sorry about all that. Michael’s getting used to walking home from school, and apparently he thinks he can go wherever he wants. Hopefully grounding him will be enough to kick him down a few pegs.” William told him. 

“Yeah…Although, I didn’t mind having him there.” Scott mentioned. 

William chuckled. “You’re a good man, Rogers.” William patted his back somewhat roughly. “I’ll let you get back to it, alright?” William replied. 

“Alright. Good luck.” Scott told him as William walked away. 

“Thanks! I’ll need it!” William replied as he got into the car. 

Scott smiled and waved to them as the car started. Right as the car started to move, the backseat window rolled down, and a smaller head peeked out of the window. “Bye phone guy!” He yelled out the window. 

Scott laughed. “Bye tough guy!” Scott yelled back. 

“YEAH!” Michael showed off his bicep through the open window right as the car started to turn left. This made Scott laugh a little bit more. 

Kids…Such playful, sassy creatures…

Foxy had been having the weirdest day. He had been walking in and out of his green room as of late, trying to talk to the other animatronics while getting ready for Saturday. But everytime he comes back to his room, there have been balloons! It started off with 1 balloon, which was innocent enough. It was cute, actually. 

But then the number started to double. And triple. And quadruple. And by the 10th time he’d come back to his green room, there were 15 balloons in his room! Foxy was shocked. Who keeps filling up these balloons?! And where do they keep coming from?! Foxy sighed and put the balloons into one corner, before heading out of his room to fix up one more thing. 

When he came back to his green room 20 minutes later however…there were even more balloons! It didn’t take long for Foxy to count them, and conclude that there were now 30 balloons in his room! Some were small, some were large. Some had strings tied to them, others had bows tied to the knot. Eventually, Foxy walked up to one of the balloons, and grabbed the string. 

POP! 

Foxy yelped and turned around, looking for the balloon that had popped. It was a purple balloon that was now lying on the ground, deflated and floppy. Foxy walked up to the deflated balloon and picked it up. This balloon was made of rubber. 

POP POP! 

Foxy dropped the deflated balloon and yelped with surprise. Why were the balloons popping?! 

POP! POP POP! POP-POP! 8

Foxy screeched and winced at the popping balloon sounds. 

POP-POP-POP! POP! POP! POP POP! PO-POP! 

Foxy finally ran to his door and tried to open it. But to his horror, the door was locked! WHO LOCKED HIS DOOR?! “LET ME OUT! HELLO?!” 

POP-POP! POP POP POP! 

“AAAAAAH!” Foxy screeched, covering his ears as best he could. 

PO-POP! POP POP! 

Foxy fell to his knees, holding his ears and squeezing his eyes shut. He was hoping and praying for the sounds to be over. 

POP-POP-POP! 

Foxy winced again, shaking his head. But then…the popping stopped. Are…are they done? 

Foxy opened one eye and looked around at the deflated balloons all over his green room. It was a mess. And the popping sounds were still echoing in his ears. 

And right as he started to slowly calm down…

POP! 

“AAAAH-” Foxy grabbed his ears again, backing up near the door. Immediately after, Foxy heard a sliding sound from the door! Foxy ran to the door and turned the knob. It opened! It had unlocked! Foxy opened the door further and looked out the door. “Who are ya? Quit hidin’!” Foxy yelled. 

But no one came out. And the hall was empty. 

Closing the door, Foxy started growling. He uncovered his other ear, picked up the deflated balloons and threw them into the garbage. But right as he was about to throw away the last one, he noticed a little note on the balloon: 

[Sorry about your ears. ~Gregory] 

Foxy growled even more and threw the balloon into the garbage. He now knew who the evil prankster was! Gregory thinks he can prank him and get away with it?! He has no idea who he had just messed with. 

[at around the same time:]

Bonnie was walking around the Bonnie Bowl alley, getting things ready for the next day. He checked over the ice cream parlor, checked to make sure the bowling balls were in order, and made sure the arcade machines were still working. With everything presumably ready, Bonnie walked out of the Bonnie Bowl area and started to walk to his green room. 

He opened up the door to the green room, and started hearing something quietly clang against his ears. Bonnie looked up and gasped in pure horror. 

“SPIDERS!” Bonnie wiped off his ears and head, jumping around as spiders started crawling all over the green room. “NO! Nonono!” Bonnie yelled, starting to stomp on the spiders. But despite his stomps, the spiders would stop and then start moving again! What the heck?! Are they invincible spiders?! 

Curious, but refusing to pick it up with his fingers, Bonnie flipped the moving spider over onto its back with his foot, and zoomed in with his eye cameras. On the belly of the spider, Bonnie quickly noticed a little red switch on the spider. Bonnie widened his eyes and looked at the other spiders. Slowly, he picked them up one by one, revealing all of them to have red switches on their bellies. 

Bonnie sighed in relief, thankful that the spiders weren’t real. But he took a moment to look around, noticing the net put up above the door that was set to open up and drop the spiders on him. He grabbed the bag above the door, and started to pick up the spiders, switch them off, and put them back in the bag. When all the spiders were cleaned up, Bonnie put the spiders into his pocket. 

And as the bunny started to leave the room, Bonnie noticed a note that was taped to his door: 

[Hope the spiders didn’t ‘bug’ you too much.

~Gregory]

Bonnie sighed and looked up. He started to wonder if anyone else was pranked. 

[Later:]

Bonnie and Foxy soon ran across each other. “Hi Foxy. Where are you going?” Bonnie asked. 

“I’m lookin’ fer Gregory. Have ya seen him?” Foxy asked. “I have ta teach him a thing or two about prancin’ a fox.” 

Bonnie widened his eyes. “You got pranked by Gregory too?” Bonnie asked.

“Yup. He put a bunch-a balloons in ma room and set ‘em off to pop in ma room.” Foxy yelled. 

Bonnie widened his eyes. “He did?! All he did was set up my door so spiders would fall all over me when I opened the door.” Bonnie told him. 

“Wow…I woulda been pissed about that prank too, though.” Foxy admitted. “De fact that he pulled a prank on me is bad enough.” 

“What do you say we team up?” Bonnie asked. 

“Was anyone else pranked?” Foxy asked. 

“I don’t know.” Bonnie admitted. 

“I dunno either.” Foxy replied. 

“I know.” Someone said behind them. 

Bonnie and Foxy widened their eyes as they slowly turned around to see who was talking to them. Bonnie gasped while Foxy growled at the same time, subtly indicating who it might’ve been. 

The boy looked up at the two animatronics with smirks. “No one else was pranked. I just wanted to mess with you two specifically.” The boy told them. 

Foxy took off running, but was quickly stopped by Bonnie. “LET ME AT HIM! LET ME HAVE HIM!” 

“FOXY! For Freddy’s sake, stop!” Bonnie yelled. “Let’s handle this like humans would handle it: like civil people.” Bonnie suggested. 

“Civil?! You expect me to be civil with THAT CHILD?!” Foxy yelled. 

“Foxy.” Bonnie whispered something into his ear, trying to persuade him with some sort of bribe, or idea. 

Foxy widened his eyes…and then started grinning…an evil, huge, complacent grin. A grin that only meant one thing: 

“Kid…” Foxy said. “Yer 100% screwed now.” He declared as he crossed his arms. 

The last bit of Gregory’s smile had dropped off his face upon hearing that. He could feel his doom already…and they hadn’t even done anything yet! 

Bonnie suddenly sprinted up to Gregory and picked him up. Gregory yelped as a blue pair of arms were wrapped around his middle, before being carried up to Foxy. “WAIT! BONNIE-” Gregory wiggled around as much as he could, but found that he wasn’t able to move much. Then, Gregory widened his eyes as Bonnie got closer and closer to Foxy. “Let’s-Let’s talk about this! Please!” Gregory reacted. 

“Any chance of talking about this had gone out the window, the moment you set up those pranks.” Bonnie told him as he watched Foxy bring his head closer to Gregory’s face. 

“I’m curious: how ticklish is yer belly butt’n?” Foxy asked with a smirk as he brought the hook up to Gregory’s belly button. Foxy’s face was so close to the boy that Gregory was able to smell his breath. And Gregory could quickly conclude: his breath smelled like metal. Strong metal that you’d get from smelling a pair of real earrings or a steel pole.

Gregory gasped and clenched his teeth when he felt Foxy’s hook finally touch his belly button. It was so cold! And then, the hook tip started slooowly dragging around inside his belly button! It was so strange…and super tickly too. 

Gregory squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “N-No-” Gregory muttered through his teeth as he tried not to laugh. “Think yer gonna get away with not laughin’ while we’re gettin’ our revenge?” Foxy asked. 

Bonnie gave Gregory a little poke with his left index finger. “No such luck, I’m afraid.” 

Gregory gasped again, and jumped. “EEK! WAITNO-” 

Bonnie started skittering 3 of his fingers on the boy’s right side. Gregory could feel his body going against him slowly, tittering helplessly as he struggled, and slowly failed to stop his giggles. Bonnie smiled and looked at Foxy with a smirk. “One more spot?” Bonnie asked. 

Foxy smirked at Bonnie for a few seconds…before digging his hook deeper into Gregory’s belly button. 

Gregory screeched and squawked right away, bursting out in squeaky, loud laughter. “AAAAHAHAhahahahaha! NOHOHOhohohohooo!” Gregory yelled. He had been surprised by Foxy’s special attack, and now he was wiggling around and laughing his head off. 

“Ohoho, yes! Prank the robots, you get the tickles~!” Bonnie declared. 

Foxy smiled and squeezed the boy’s hip with his left hand’s fingers. “Coochy coochy coo, lil’ prankster~” Foxy teased. 

“EEHEhehehehehehe! Plehehehease! Ihihihi’m sohohorry!” Gregory told him. 

Bonnie widened his eyes. “Oh! You’re sorry now?” Bonnie reacted. 

“Yehehehess!” Gregory replied. “Ihi ahahamm!” 

“Now, here’s de real question:” Foxy lessened the tickles and looked at Gregory. “How sorry arrre ya?” Foxy asked. 

“Yeah! How sorry?” Bonnie asked, now tickling both of the boy’s sides with all 8 of his fingers. 

“SOHOHO SOHORRYYYY!” Gregory yelled. “IHIHI SWEAR!”  

Foxy chuckled. “Oh reeeeaaally?” Foxy asked, not believing him one bit. “Are ya tryin’ to pull my hook?” 

“NOHOHO!” Gregory yelled back. “IHI’M ACTUALLY SOHOHORRY!” Gregory told them. 

Foxy looked at Bonnie with fake curiosity. “Whaddya say? Should we stop?” Foxy asked. 

“I don’t know…” Bonnie replied. “I’m not sure I believe him.” Bonnie admitted. “Why naht? He clearly sounds sorry!” Foxy reacted. 

“I know he does, but…” Bonnie said. 

“But what?” Foxy asked. 

Gregory was still laughing and giggling. “AHAHAhahahaha- EEHEHEHE! EEK! IHI NEED A BREHEHEHEHEAK! HAHAHA- PLEHEHEASE!” Gregory begged. 

“If we’re gonna decide, we gotta decide now.” Bonnie told him. 

“Hmmm…” Foxy made a clicking sound and then slowly smirked at Bonnie. “Nah. Tickle time’s not over yet.” Foxy decided before placing his hook back into Gregory’s belly button again. 

“Wait- WHAHAHAHAHAHA?! HAHAHAHA- EEEK! EEEHEHEHEHEHEHE- HEhehehehe!” Gregory giggled. 

“Actually, I have a better idea:” Bonnie felt his pocket. “I think it’s time to include the spiders.” Bonnie declared as he pulled out the spiders from his pocket. “Once the spiders are planted, we let him go.” Bonnie told him. Turning them all on, Bonnie held onto Gregory with one hand and let the fake spiders loose on Gregory’s belly, covering him in about 20-30 spiders at the same time.

“eEEEK! EEEK! EEEHEEEK! SPIHIHIDERS! GET’EMOFF! GEHEHET THEM OHOHOFF! HAHAhahaha!” Gregory yelled, wiggling around in Bonnie’s small grip. Bonnie let go of the boy, and looked at Foxy with a smile. Foxy smiled back at Bonnie before looking at the terrified kid. 

The two boys proudly watched as Gregory sprinted away, falling onto his back and wiggling all around to try and get rid of the fake spiders. Foxy and Bonnie bursted out laughing as they watched. 

“One more thing:” Bonnie wrapped his hands around his own snout. “HOPE THOSE SPIDERS DON’T ‘BUG’ YOU TOO MUCH!” Bonnie yelled to Gregory. 

Gregory stared at the fox-looking red animatronic that was in the very back area. It looked old and rusty…like a computer that was barely salvageable. Was it only good for parts? Or…why else would it be here?

Gregory walked closer to the animatronic fox and grabbed the rusty hook that was attached. Gregory didn’t really care about tetanus shots or the danger of touching rusty things. It was…typical kid behaviour. The other arm had a proper hand on it. Was it supposed to be a fox version of Captain Hook from Peter Pan?

Gregory thought for a moment.“I’m gonna call you Hook.” Gregory decided.

The animatronic didn’t move, light up, or anything. It remained right where it was, not even moving a millimeter. Gregory tried to lift the animatronic up, but that was really tough. This fox was heavy and on top of that, much bigger than him. So Gregory awkwardly dropped the animatronic to the ground in a sitting position.

Gregory picked up the hook again and tried to remove the hook from the fox’s arm. He pulled, yanked, and spun the hook. But it just wouldn’t come off. “Awww…I wanted to play with it…” Gregory muttered. Gregory picked up the other metallic hand, and held it. It was a cold, metal hand…so not exactly warm and welcoming like the new look that the new animatronics had. Though to be fair, the new animatronics were hard and made of metal too.

Gregory held onto the hand for a bit, and sat down beside the animatronic.

The hand stayed immobile there, as Gregory held it. It would stay this way for a good 10 minutes or so.

But soon…the hand shifted a slight bit. Its fingers bent slightly. Gregory noticed something, but didn’t think much of it. He thought maybe he moved it by mistake.

“How are you, Hook?” Gregory asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer.

The animatronic’s eyelids opened, the eyepatch opening as well to reveal the yellow eyeball underneath. Gregory could hear flipping sounds, but tried to ignore them…

But then he began to notice that there was some yellow light coming from somewhere. That was when he finally chose to look over at Foxy.

Gregory quickly gasped as he realized that the eyes were open! And the eyes had warm, yellow lights that shown across the room! The lights were warm enough that looking into his eyes didn’t hurt to do.

“Hook?” Gregory asked as he got onto his knees to look closer. The fox’s head finally began to move as the eyelids blinked once…twice…

Then, he looked over at Gregory, and widened his eyes.

[Target acquired.] “H-Hi?” Gregory greeted, waving at the animatronic with his right hand. His left hand was still in the animatronic’s hand.

The fox animatronic suddenly jumped up, opened its jaw and grabbed Gregory as he let out a blood-curdling animatronic scream! “AAAAAAAAAAHH!” Gregory screamed, as he kicked Foxy right off him. Gregory took off running the other way, and the situation quickly turned into a chase scene. Gregory tried to get as far away from the old animatronic as he could, but the fox animatronic was surprisingly fast for something that old! “I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY PLEASE!” Gregory tried to say. The animatronic only reached its arms out and screamed its blood-curdling animatronic scream at him.

Gregory jumped at how unbelievably terrifying the scream was, and continued to run.

As much as Gregory tried to run away from that fox, he was just no match for Usain Bolt: fox version.

Gregory was eventually scooped up by the fox animatronic and carried over his shoulder.

“NO! FREDDY! HELP! HELLO?! HELP MEEEEE!” Gregory called loudly.

The fox animatronic turned towards the boy, and lifted the boy off his shoulder. “Freddy?” The animatronic spoke. Gregory widened his eyes and froze like a deer in headlights. “Y……Ya. Freddy.” Gregory looked at the animatronic.

Foxy looked around and looked back at Gregory.

“Bonnie?” The fox asked.

Gregory turned to the right, and noticed a blue bunny holding a bowling ball with the words ‘Bonnie Bowl’.

“Bonnie…” Gregory replied, now realizing who exactly he was talking about.

“Chica?” The fox asked. “Chica. She’s here too.” Gregory replied a bit quicker than before. “Child…” The fox gently grabbed Gregory’s hand and held it.

“Gregory.” Gregory told him.

The fox pointed to himself. “Foxy.”

Wait, Foxy?! That was his name?

“Oooh…Foxy…” Gregory muttered. “Pirate.” Foxy added, holding up his hook and pointing to his eyepatch. Then…with a slightly broken voice box, Foxy began to sing.

Gregory smiled as he listened. It sounded like an old shanty tune that might’ve been Foxy’s tune at the time. Despite his voice box being a little rusty, Foxy’s singing was surprisingly well done. He was hitting all the notes on par, and he was on beat the whole time!

And then, he began to sing something that he recognized all too well: The Fazbear theme song. As it would turn out, the Fazbear band’s theme song had been carried on through the generations, with only a couple of the verses being rewritten for the new animatronics. Gregory started to sing Freddy’s verse of the song, which he remembered off by heart. Foxy tilted his head and listened to Gregory sing the Freddy part.

The next part was meant to be Foxy’s part! So, Foxy sang out his version of the verse that had been so relevant for so long up until the 2020’s. Gregory listened to the song, and giggled at some of the song lyrics. They were very piratey, shanty-like and Irish. It was really funny.

Foxy soon sang the chorus of the song, and ended it off there. “Never underestimate the cunning of a pirate or a fox for that matter.” Foxy declared. Gregory laughed and put his hands up in arrest. “Never! Never again!” Gregory replied. “I can't run like I used to, but I can pull myself apart just fine.” Foxy declared.

“Ihihi- Oh…” Gregory reacted, not really sure how to react to such a joke about falling apart. After all, he did look quite fallen apart.

“Arrgh, it’s fine.” Foxy replied. “Thank you.” Foxy told him.

Gregory smiled. “No problem.”

“Say, Gregory:” Foxy walked up and placed a hook onto his shoulder. “What kinda games do ya play?”

“Lots of games!” Gregory replied proudly. “Yarrrrgh! One of my favorite games was hide and seek! Their laughter always cracked me up!” Foxy reacted. “Really?” Gregory asked, giggling himself.

“Yeah! Whenever I caught those foolish kids, I would do this!” Foxy ran up and started tickling Gregory’s sides and belly with his one hand.

Gregory squealed and fell to the floor with laughter. Once he was on the ground, Foxy pinned his hand up above his head with his hook, and tickled his new friend’s armpit with the other.

“You have been caught by the eeeeevil tickle monster! Surrender yer ship!” He teased, skittering his fingers all over the armpit.

“BAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha! Wahahahahahait nohohohohohoho!” Gregory laughed as he kicked his feet and wiggled around. His open left hand was completely useless against Foxy’s tickly hand.

“Oh NO! A damsel in distress! Whatever shall be done?!” Foxy teased. “IHIHIHI’M AHAHAHA BOHOHOHOHOY!” Gregory argued.

“Ehh, Damsel, Gallant, tomato, tumahto.” Foxy replied. Gregory laughed and squealed as his upper ribs were tickled next. He was really good at this for being one-handed! He really does make the one hand work well!

Gregory kept kicking his feet and laughing hysterically under him. “YOHOHOHOU’RE REHEHEHEALLY GOHOHOHOHOOD AHAHAHAT THIHIHIHIS!” Gregory reacted. “Why thank you, darlin’!” Foxy reacted. “Have ya had enough yet?” Foxy asked. “NOHOHOHOHO!” Gregory reacted. “Goodness me! You’re a resilient one!” Foxy reacted. “Quite the fellow!”

Gregory continued to laugh hysterically. “THAHAHAHANK YOHOHOHOU!” Gregory replied. “That was a compliment.” Foxy muttered. “IHIHIHI KNOHOHOW THAHAHAHAT!” Gregory told him. “Very well! So in the spirit! It’s practically Christmas!” Foxy reacted.

Gregory bursted out laughing more at that.

“FOHOHOHOXYHYHY! IHIHIHIHIT’S JUHUHUHUNE!” Gregory told him. “Already?! I feel like it was just christmas! Time is such a nuisance.” Foxy complained as eh tickled his side.

Gregory’s laughter fell into giggles again. “Thahahahahat’s beheheheteheheherrr!” Gregory told him. “Ya like the softer tickle tickles?” Foxy asked. “Yeheheheheah.” Gregory replied. “Well, no shame! Back in my day, kids LOVED being tickled by their good ol’ friend Foxy!” Foxy told him. “Well…Before I got pulled from the show…” Foxy muttered.

Foxy shook himself out of the memories of that day, and listened to Gregory’s squeals and new found snorts.

“I see the kids of today haven’t changed one bit! Still ticklish, with hearty laughter, all of them!” Foxy declared. Gregory only continued to laugh as he was tickled and teased more and more. Soon, Foxy stopped tickling Gregory and let his hand go. “That’s what I used to do with all of ‘em! Hide and seek tickles fer all!” Foxy declared.

Gregory giggled and sat up.

“Speaking a’ seekin’:” Foxy walked up to Gregory’s side. “I’m sorry I scared ya when we first met. I never was myself ever since my Pirate Cove shut down.” Foxy admitted. “It’s alright. I’m way past that.” Gregory told him.

“Alrighty, good.” Foxy replied. Foxy gasped as he noticed an alligator with glasses walking around. He visibly shuttered. “My piratey bones don’t like that gator lad.” Foxy mentioned to Gregory, pointing to the alligator animatronic. “Oh, don’t worry. His name is Monty.” Gregory told him. Foxy looked away before looking at Gregory. “I should probably get outta your hair.” Foxy decided. “I have no business being here.” Foxy admitted. “It’s alright. I like you.” Gregory told him. “Thank you, lad. You’ve been the first kid to like me in decades.” Foxy told him. He grabbed his hand. “I’ll never forget ya.” Foxy promised.

Foxy patted his head, gave Gregory one last belly tickle before taking off to the back of the pizzaplex again.

Lolbit was being as annoying as can be. He was poking people, booping Freddy’s nose, scaring animatronics, and covering them in curtains. Where he kept getting the curtains, no one could tell you. But it was getting so annoying for the other animatronics.

Lolbit just knew exactly how to get under everyone’s metal plates.

It was halfway through the day, and Lolbit had already managed to piss off pretty much every animatronic in the Pizza World. So, the other animatronics decide to join together to catch the animatronic and tickle him until he’s just a puddle of giggles.

“I know where to tickle him! So I’ll help out with the tickling.” Funtime Foxy declared. “Me and Bonbon can help with tickling too!” Freddy told them.

“I’m offering to tickle him too.” Ballora told them. “You’ll need all the help you can get.” She added.

“Alright. And Baby?” Freddy called.

Baby smiled and giggled evilly. “I’ll hold onto Lolbit’s arms.” She replied.

Freddy and Bonbon smiled at Baby. “Sounds good!”

[Eventually:]

Lolbit was wiggling Baby’s red hair. “Wiggle wiggle wiggle!” Lolbit kept saying.

“Lolbit, I swear-” Baby warned. Lolbit paused for a moment…

Then went back to wiggling her hair. “Wiggle wiggle wiggle!” Lolbit said with a smirk on his face.

“That’s it.” Baby tackled Lolbit to the ground and lifted his hands above his head. “Bidybabs, get him!” Baby declared. The Bidybabs walked up to Lolbit and held onto one ankle each.

“We got him!” Baby declared.

All the animatronics came walking out from behind the curtains. Funtime Foxy, Funtime Freddy, Bonbon, and Ballora all came out. “Well well well…” Foxy teased. “Looks like the fox got its tail in a bind~” Ballora teased as she wiggled her fingers.

“What do you say we tickle him, Bonbon?!” Freddy asked.

Bonbon giggled and hopped off the animatronic arm he was attached to. Bonbon smiled and hopped up to Lolbit, with little issue. “Who’s ready for the tickle attack?!” Bonbon asked, blurting out the truth.

Uh oh… Lolbit squealed and pulled on his hands. But they were gripped tight by Baby! He tried to pull his feet away. But to his surprise, the Bidybabs were much stronger than he expected! Lolbit pulled and wiggled around as he tried to get out of their grips.

“Please! Was this for annoying you?! I’m sorry!” Lolbit begged. “Hold still…You won’t feel a thing.” Baby ordered.

The animatronics sat down and started skittering their fingers on different tickle spots. Funtime Foxy moved to his belly, Funtime Freddy tickled his hips, Bonbon tickled up and down his rib region and Ballora tickled his feet.

“EEEEEEEEHEHEHEHE! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAIT, NAHAHAHAT MYHYHY TUHUHUMMYYYY!” Lolbit begged, as he pulled on Baby’s grip.

“Awww, poor Lolbit! So ticklish, yet can’t go anywhere! Whatever will he do?!” Funtime Foxy teased.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!” Lolbit fought.

Freddy was tickling one of his hips. “How’s this? Am I annoying you yet?” Freddy asked. “YEHEHEHEHESSS!” Lolbit replied.

“Awww, what a shame.” Freddy teased with a smirk.

Bonbon was nibbling on Lolbit’s ribs. “Nomnomnomnom!” He kept saying. “Nommy nommy nom!” Bonbon teased.

“YOHOHOU SUHUHUHUCK!” Lolbit fought.

“Poor thing! You must be tired!” Bonbon teased.

Lolbit was not having it. “GEHEHEHET AWAHAHAHAHAY!” Lolbit ordered as he pulled on his feet.

“♫Somebody is tiiickliiish~♫” Lolbit teased in a sing-song voice.

Lolbit giggled and shook his head. If he had the ability to blush beyond his implanted blush, he probably would’ve blushed mad at Ballora’s singing. Though, the other teases were pretty bad too. But Ballora’s singing…had a whole new level of embarrassment to it.

“IHIHIHI’M SAHAHAHAHARRYYYYY!” Lolbit pleaded. “Oh! You’re sorry now? Hey guys! He’s suddenly sorry!” Foxy reacted. “Is he really though?” Bonbon asked, taking a break from his nibbling tactics.

“Yeah, he could be faking.” Freddy added.

“♫We should tickle the fox moooore…♫” Ballora told them.

“Yeah! Ballora has a good point!” Freddy added. “Ey ey, Ballora!” Bonbon declared. “Rawr!” Bonbon declared.

He bit down on Lolbit’s side, earning a squeal from Lolbit. “NOHOHO! HAhahahaha! Gehehehet off mehehehehe!” Lolbit yelled as he wiggled himself around desperately.

“Ooooh! Shake that booty, Lolly!” Bonbon joked. Foxy wheezed and bursted out laughing at that. “Yeheheah! Shake that booty, boy!” Foxy joked.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup, ahahahasshoholes!” Lolbit spat back.

Freddy gasped and covered Baby’s invisible ears. “There are CHILDREN here!” Freddy hissed.

Baby raised an eyebrow. “I’m technically 11 now.” Baby told her.

“Shhhh…” Freddy placed his fat finger on Baby’s lips. “Still our baby…” Freddy told her. Baby rolled her eyes and kept holding onto Lolbit. Freddy let her go and went back to pressing down on Lolbit’s hip. “Which hip tickles more?” Freddy asked, pushing on his left hip first. “Left?”

Lolbit screeched and wiggled around like a wiggle worm.

Freddy moved to his right hip and pushed down. “Or right hip?”

Lolbit cackled like the world was gonna end. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Lolbit begged. “Which one tickled more? Right hip? Or left hip?” Freddy asked.

“RIHIHIHIGHT!” Lolbit shouted back. “Ooooh! Looks like I’m tickling the right hip then!” Freddy declared.

The moment Freddy’s hand dug down on Lolbit’s hip, Lolbit squawked like a bird and cackled loudly!

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” Lolbit begged. “Not where? Here?” Freddy asked, pushing down on his hip more. “AAAAAAHAHAHAHA! YEHEHEHES!” Lolbit responded. “Awww, poor thing! Can’t handle a little tickling?” Foxy teased. “YOHOHOU AHAHALL SUHUHUCK!” Lolbit yelled. “♫Oh, we know.♫” Ballora sing-songed. After a while of tickling and teasing, the animatronics finally stopped. Baby and the bidybabs let go of poor Lolbit, and the animatronics got off him.

Lolbit curled into a big ball of giggles on the floor. He just couldn’t stop giggling for the life of him! “Yohohohou ahahahare ahahall bruhuhutal…” Lolbit told them.

“Come on…We know you liked it…” Foxy teased, poking his side. Lolbit jumped at the poke, and pushed Foxy down. “Don’t even start!”

“Whahat?! Too much of a coward to tickle me back?” Foxy teased.

“Nah, just too stubborn to give you what you desire.” Lolbit teased back.

“Wait…You enjoy this?” Bonbon asked. “You enjoy being tickled?!” Bonbon clarified. Foxy widened his eyes and looked away with a grumble. “Asdfghjkl- asshole…”

“FOXY!” Freddy yelled. “There are KIDS here!”

“I’ve heard worse…” Baby muttered.

“And yes, we do enjoy being tickled, Bonbon…don’t we, Foxy?” Lolbit admitted.

“Asdfejtkyihvndfhv- No…” He responded.

“Oh reeeaaally…” Lolbit teased. “Not even gonna admit you like it?” Lolbit asked.

Foxy clamped Lolbit’s muzzle shut. “Shut. Up.”

Lolbit’s smirk was visible under his brother’s hand. “No.” He replied through his teeth.

Foxy poked and skittered his fingers on Lolbit’s belly and sides to try and get him to further shut his mouth. Though Lolbit did start giggling and doubling over, he didn’t shut up…not even for a second.

“Bihihihite mehehehe, tohohouch staharved bahahahaby!” Lolbit threatened harmlessly.

“ExCUSE ME?!” Foxy fought. “I’ll show you who’s the REAL baby up in this place!” Foxy said as he squeezed Lolbit’s sides.

While Lolbit was laughing and throwing his arms around, Bonbon had cleared his throat rather loudly. This made Foxy stop for a moment. He looked at Bonbon, who’s little chibi arms were crossed.

“None of you are the real baby.” Bonbon added. “Baby’s the real baby in this pizza joint.”

Baby sighed. “That’s true…” She replied.

“Not that that’s a bad thing, of course.” Bonbon added.

“Right…” Baby muttered, clearly not enjoying living at that moment.

Foxy looked at Baby for a moment…before going right back to tickling Lolbit. “My younger brother over here, thinks he can get away with telling my secrets to the world.” Foxy told him. Lolbit was laughing and giggling all over again. “Yeheheheheah, sahahahays thehehe cohowahahard!”

“Coward?!” Foxy paused, before tickling behind his ears. “Quit lying!”

Lolbit screeched and shook his head as he tried to get out of Foxy’s grip. But Foxy had a good grip on his ears while he casually massaged them. The massages were way too ticklish for Lolbit.

“What do you say we give the brothers a chance to play?” Freddy asked as he picked up Bonbon. “♫They could play for hours, I’m sure…♫” Ballora sing-songed.

“They really could.” Bonbon added. “Let’s go, bidybabs. We’ve done our job.” Baby ordered. The little bidybabs followed Baby as she walked back to the stage.

Ballora danced herself back to her own stage, and Freddy with Bonbon, left the room and turned off the light. All that was left was two animatronic boys play-fighting in the dark…

Roxanne Wolf and Montgomery Gator were super nervous…What if the band didn’t like them? What if they don’t take new bandmates? What if they embarrass themselves? 

Roxanne let out a breath…and knocked on the door. They waited for someone to answer the door to the backstage door…

The door opened, revealing Foxy. Foxy smiled and turned to face the others. “Hey Matey’s! They are here!” Foxy called to the others. 

Bonnie and Chica dropped their stuff and ran to the door. “Hi there, you two! Welcome to the Pizzaplex!” Bonnie greeted first. 

“Cluck! It looks like you found the room alright?” Chica asked. 

Roxanne nodded. “I guess we did.” She replied. 

“That’s good!” Chica replied. 

Freddy came to the door next. “Why don’t you two come in?” He asked. 

Roxanne and Monty nodded and awkwardly walked inside the door behind the stage. The space was pretty big for 6 animatronics. They could fit another animatronic in the room and there would still be enough space! 

“We were just playing a game before you got here.” Freddy told them. “I’m Freddy, by the way.” He told them, shaking Roxanne’s hand first. 

Roxanne shook her hand as well. “I’m Roxanne. Or Roxy, for short.” 

Monty smiled and offered Bonnie a hand. “I’m Montgomery. Or Monty for short.” He told them. 

Bonnie shook his hand with a smile. 

“It’s a pleasure to be meeting such legends.” Monty told them. 

Roxanne nodded. “It really is.” She added. 

“Nah, don’t worry! We are not just legends…we are still animatronics.” Freddy told them. 

Chica nodded in agreement. “I agree!” 

“But…You are so well known! Do you know how famous you are?” Roxanne reacted. 

“Our builders never stopped talking about you guys when they were putting us together.” Monty admitted. 

Bonnie walked up to Monty and placed a hand onto his shoulder. “Our history does not matter. Besides: We are only recreations of the animatronics everyone knows and loves. We are not the famous animatronics.” Bonnie added. 

“Yarrr! Just because we’re named after thee oldies, doesn’t mean we ARE the oldies!” Foxy mentioned. 

Chica smiled and placed both her hands on Roxanne’s shoulders. “You two will make a name for yourself over time.” Chica told her. 

Roxanne looked down, looking all blushy and embarrassed. “Th…Thanks.” Roxanne replied. 

Monty chuckled and poked Roxanne’s side. “Come on, Roxy. No need to be so embarrassed.” Monty told her. 

Roxanne jumped and yelped in surprise, holding her side. “Hey!” She reacted. She roared at him and started punching Monty in the chest and stomach. 

But Monty was laughing and struggling to push her away. “Ohoho my gahd! Cahahalm dohohown!” He said through his laughter. 

Bonnie couldn’t help but chuckle at them. Bonnie looked at Freddy, Chica and Foxy, and was chuckling and pointing at them. 

But Freddy was starry-eyed. Chica noticed this right away, and smirked. “I see Freddy is getting mischievous!” She reacted. 

Freddy grabbed the other three animatronics, and brought them into a huddle. They started whispering things amongst themselves. Foxy lifted his head out of the huddle for just a moment, before his head was pushed back down by Chica. Finally, after a good 5 minutes of talking, the four animatronics let go of each other and looked at Roxy and Monty. 

“What were you guys-” Roxy started. 

“Oh, it was nothing…” Freddy replied. 

“Just your ultimate doom.” Chica said in a sweet, innocent voice. 

Monty raised an eyebrow and looked at Roxanne. Roxanne was growing just the slightest bit nervous. 

“Wh-what ultimate doom?” She asked with an awkward chuckle. 

“Yeah, like come on! We just arrived!” Monty added awkwardly. 

Suddenly, Bonnie grabbed Roxanne’s arms and put them above her head. He was able to do this easily thanks to his slightly tall stature. 

“HEY- Let me go!” Roxanne yelled. 

Chica was walking over to Roxanne with her fingers wiggling. “Look who is all clucked and trapped!” Chica teased. 

Roxanne looked at the fingers and raised an eyebrow. “And what do you think you are gonna do?” Roxanne asked, wiggling around to get free. “You…” Chica looked at her own hands. “You are not scared when you look at this?” She asked, wiggling her fingers again. 

Roxanne shook her head slowly. “No. What are you even doing?” She asked. 

Chica looked at Bonnie, unsure of what to do. Bonnie shrugged his shoulders and just kept holding onto Roxanne. 

Chica decided to just roll with it, and get closer to Roxanne. “You will find out soon enough!” Chica declared. 

Roxanne huffed and looked away. She didn’t want to admit it, but the wiggling fingers were starting to make her blush slightly. 

Chica soon reached Roxanne. She immediately started tickling her belly and ribs first. “Tell me how this-” 

“BWAAAAH! GAHAHAHAHAHA!” Roxanne interrupted, shaking her head wildly as she laughed. “Whahaha- Whahahat ihihihis thihihis?!” She asked. 

Chica gasped and smiled brightly. “She IS ticklish!” She reacted. 

“What a sight to see!” Bonnie reacted. 

Roxanne was laughing and struggling to get out of Bonnie’s grip. Bonnie was an animatronic, which automatically made him super strong. So handling Roxanne was no problem! 

While Chica was having the time of her life tickling Roxanne, Foxy walked up to Monty and wrapped his arms around his waist. “Yarrr! I gotcha!” Foxy declared. 

“Oh no you don’t!” Monty started trying to push Foxy off him. But Freddy took this time to grab Monty’s hands and hold onto them behind his back! Monty pulled and shook himself to get his hands out of his grip, but it was surprisingly super hard to do so! Freddy was a lot stronger than he looks! 

Foxy started pushing his hook into his belly region and tickled in his armpit. “Let’s see how ticklish you really are!” Foxy declared. 

Monty widened his eyes in horror and clamped down on his metal teeth. He knew exactly what they wanted, and he was NOT gonna give it to them! 

Freddy chuckled. “Oooh! Being stubborn, huh?” Freddy teased. 

“I will say he is!” Foxy replied. “Stubborn Gator!” Foxy teased as well. 

Monty growled amidst his struggle to not laugh. It was slowly growing more and more difficult for Monty to not laugh. 

“Oooh! I think Monty here is going to crack soon!” Foxy reacted. 

“Stahahap thihihihis nohohow!” Roxanne ordered. 

“But I barely got to tickle you! Plus, this is our way of saying ‘welcome to the team’!” Chica replied. 

“Seheheriously?!” Roxanne asked. 

“Yes!” Chica replied proudly. 

“We will stop soon, do not worry.” Bonnie told Roxanne. 

Monty finally wheezed and busted out laughing. “NOHOHOHOHohoho! Dahahahahammihihihit!” He shouted. 

“And he busts out of his egg shell!” Freddy declared. “It’s about time!”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Monty shouted at him. 

“Now now now Monty…” Foxy said with a smirk. “Be nice!” Foxy wrapped his jaw around Monty’s side and started playfully chomping on his side. 

“aaAAAAAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAHAT THEHEHE-” He looked down and struggled more to get out of their grip. “NOHOHOHOHO! THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!” He yelled at them. 

“Wow! What a laugh!” Bonnie reacted. 

“I’m almost scared silly!” Chica added. 

“Now why would you be scared of a harmless creature like Monty?” Foxy asked her. 

“Don’t you know that alligators eat birds?” Chica reacted. 

“IHIHI’M NOHOHOT AHA REHEHEAL ALLIGAHAHATOR!” Monty told her. 

“I know that. But still…” Chica muttered. 

“OHOHOKAHAHAY! OHOKAHAHAHAY! THAHAHAT’S EHENOHOHOUGH!” Roxanne shouted to them. 

“Alright, alright, alright. Fine.” Chica replied. “We’ll stop.” Chica slowed her fingers down and removed her claws from Roxanne’s ribs. 

“Consider yourself welcomed to the team, Roxy.” Bonnie added as he let go of Roxanne and patted her on the back. 

Roxanne growled at Bonnie with anger. “Don’t. Touch me.” She ordered. 

Bonnie chuckled. “Alright, fair enough.” Bonnie replied. “Your majesty shall never be touched.” Bonnie replied. 

Roxanne rolled her eyes, yet smiled. “Thank you.” She replied. 

“For what?” Bonnie asked. 

“For listening to me.” Roxanne replied. 

“Oh…No problem.” Bonnie replied. 

“Umm…” Chica spoke up. “Are you two not going to stop?” Chica asked, pointing to Foxy and Freddy. 

“Nope! Since he started laughing late, he gets extra welcome tickles!” Foxy declared. 

“And also because we want to hear his laughter more.” Freddy added. 

Roxanne smirked upon seeing Monty so helpless…and it began to give Roxanne an idea. 

“Mind if I help a little?” the wolf asked. 

Foxy paused for a moment and smiled. “Yarrrr! Of course! Go ahead!” He replied. 

“Wait, WHAT?! NO!” Monty started pulling and heaving on his arms to get them out. He lifted himself up and attempted to kick Roxanne away. 

But Roxanne happened to catch his foot in midair. “Nice try, Montgomery.” She teased, before wiggling her fingers. 

Monty widened his eyes and quickly shook his head. By this point, Foxy had stopped to let Roxanne have a turn. Foxy would also end up helping Freddy hold onto Monty, since he was so strong. 

“Come on, Monty. No need to be so rude. They’re welcoming us!” Roxanne replied. “Besides…I need revenge from earlier.” She added. 

Roxanne started skittering her hand on his foot. And the moment her fingers even touched the foot, Monty went WILD! He was cackling, laughing, and squealing loudly! It sounded like high laughter too! It was hilarious, coming from such a buff animatronic! Everyone burst out laughing as they listened to Monty’s crazy laughter. And just like all things, Roxanne eventually ended her tickly revenge. She stopped her fingers, removed them from his foot, and let go of the foot. Monty’s foot swung back down beside his other foot. 

“Thank you…” Monty replied soon. 

“Welcome to the Fazbear clan!” Everyone except for Roxanne yelled. 

Roxanne laughed. “Thanks guys! And girls!” She replied.  “Thanks…I guess.” Monty replied. 

“Come on, Monty. No need to be so embarrassed.” She said back, referring to Monty’s statement from earlier, with a little elbow to the arm. 

Monty growled, while Roxanne laughed at him.