Pizzeria Plundering

	“This should… be the place, I think.” With a small sigh, a fox with a long, trailing tail flowing behind him leans against the side of a building, a pair of binoculars in his hands - he quickly brings them up to his face for a moment, glares through them, and nods to himself. There was no doubt about it, this was the place that he had heard about from one of the rumor mills back in town: a pizzeria that, according to legend, held one of the more powerful pieces of equipment that he’s been looking for.
	With a small smile on his face, he quickly pushes himself off of the wall, and starts to saunter his way through the now-abandoned streets toward that pizzeria’s front door. As soon as he does, though, he stops before turning his gaze up toward the sign hanging above those broken glass doors. At once, the sight of the words “Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria” meet his gaze, though he balks at the sight of one of the letters being missing from the signage - instead of “Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria”, it was “Fredy Fzber Pizzeri”. He shrugs a moment later - this was the place, of that, he was sure.
	With a bit of a nod to himself, he quickly starts to make his way in through the front doors, his flashlight quickly finding its way to his hand before he presses the button on the bottom - instantly, bright light shines its way into the darkness, illuminating a half-torn poster on one of the far walls.
	“Well… I think this is the place, at least.” He quietly starts to slink his way in, each of his steps quietly echoing throughout the stark silence within the room. He quickly shines his light around as best as he possibly could, his nerves starting to get to him - he may be a good treasure hunter, but there were always things that could put him on edge, if nothing else. With that, though, he quickly slinks his way around a table before a flash of purple shines back into his vision.
	“What the-?!”
	“EEEEEEEE!!”
	And with that, the vulpine’s eyes quickly widen before he ducks out of the way, the spot his head was at moments before quickly being filled with a piecemeal-looking metal fist half-covered in stained purple fabric clenches itself above his head. The vulpine blinks for a moment or two before quickly jumping back, his hands quickly finding their way to his hip before grabbing a pair of rods, the ends bound together by a chain. After a quick pull, his brows furrow before he looks down to his hip - stuck a bit on the actual chain itself.
	“C’mon… c’mon, you…!” And with that, those rods are pulled free, a smirk quietly pressing itself onto his cheeks. “There we go - now, let’s get this over wi-”

	WHUMP!

	“Guh!” And with that, the vulpine’s eyes close before a flash of purple fabric slams itself against his face - almost immediately, though, his thoughts start to sputter and flail before his vision starts to fade away into darkness, unconsciousness quickly taking over his form.

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	The first thing that meets the vulpine’s senses was the feeling of his head throbbing in pain, then by the feeling of something tight and metallic wrapped around his wrists and his stomach. After a moment of making sure that he wasn’t overtly damaged, he opens his eyes, only to close them a moment later from bright light shining against his face.
	“Nnf… gh… ow… ow ow ow…”
	“Ah, welcome back to the land of the living, then.” With that, the vulpine’s ears perk up a bit at the sound of a rather static-filled and grating voice.
	“What’s…? Where am… I?”
	“You don’t have to worry about anything like that, buddy.” At the sound of that, the vulpine’s brows furrow before he tries to pry open one of his eyes - almost immediately, pain flares inside his skull.
	“Guh… nope, nope, no, that doesn’t feel good. Ugh… When I’m done with you, you’re gonna regret being born. Or… made. Whatever.” And with that, he turns his head a bit to the side before opening his other eye - this eye meets darkness, though whatever was shining on his face wasn’t being friendly when his head was facing that way, either.
	“Oh, buddy, you don’t know the half of it.” And with that, the light that was shining on his face quickly becomes eclipse dby shadow - the vulpine’s brows furrow for a moment before he turns his head toward the front, only to spot a mass of wires and purple fur standing in front of him, light polka-dotting itself through holes in bits and pieces of that silhouette. “You see, you and I, we’re gonna probably be here for a little while you tell me what you’re doin’ over here, you know?”
	“Wha…?”
	“What, you don’t like a little light in your face like we do?” And with that, the shadow in front of him quickly turns to the right, presses some sort of switch out of sight, and stands back up before the light behind it starts to dim and dim… Though, it stops just short of turning completely off - just then, what looks like a mixture between a plush-toy rabbit and some sort of robot meets the vulpine’s vision. “There. What d’ya’ think, pal? Don’t I look kinda good in this light?”
	“W-Who’re…?”
	“Bonnie. Name’s Bonnie. The one and only, ya’ know?” And with that, the robot in front of him flexes one of his arms before turning his head to the side.
	“Bonnie…? Wh-” And with that, the vulpine’s eyes quickly open once more. “Wait… Bonnie? Like… ‘Freddy Fazbear’s Bonnie’? I don’t believe it…!”
	“Well, you better start believin’, pal! It’s me, in the flesh- er… metal, I guess. Hehe.”
	“Luh… lemme outta here!”
	“Huh?”
	“Lemme outta here! Lemme outta here so I can turn you into scrap metal!” At the sound of that, a small whirring sound buzzes throughout the room as the robotic rabbit’s brow lilts itself upward.
	“You’re… You’re kidding me, right? Like, really? You really think I’m gonna let you outta here so you can beat my socks in, or something? C’mon, kid, I don’t think you know what you’re in here for. Tell you what, I think you’d be great as one of our newest guest stars, don’t you think?” And with that, the rabbit starts to step forward toward the vulpine, a too-perfect grin starting to make its way onto the rabbit’s face. “Mmm… yeah, I think you’d make a great dance partner with Miss Chica if you give me a couple a’ hours or somethin’. How d’you feel about polyester?”
	“Ghh… I think that… you’re a little bit… out of your league, here!” And with that, the fox quickly jerks his hands against his bonds, a sharp snapping sound quickly filling the immediate air - a split second later, and the chair that was holding him in that spot quickly turns itself upward in the fox’s hands. He quickly slams it against the side of the robotic rabbit’s head, causing the dilapidated wood that the seat was made of to splinter itself against that purple-fabric covered form!
	Almost immediately, the robot rears back, the smirk on its face quickly dropping from the feeling of that wooden chair crashing against its form.
	“Okay, yeah, I think that means you’ve overstayed your welcome a little bit, don’t you think? Now, let’s see what we can do to add you to our ROSTER!” And with that, the robot starts to close the distance between himself and the fox.
	“You know, I think… I think I’m good. No season passes for me, you know?” And with that, the vulpine quickly starts to slink and slide his way around the room, trying his best to stay out of the robot’s view for the time being - he needed to get out of here and find what he came here to find. He quickly ducks behind one of the nearby shelving units, his heart racing faster and faster with each passing second.
	So… this whole place was really here, as was Bonnie - if the other robots from that info broker’s story were of any merit, then he had best be careful while he was making his way through the halls. For now, though, he had to make sure that Bonnie wasn’t following him any more. A quick glance around the room lets him breathe a soft sigh of relief once more. Now, to go around and try and find his treasure trove.

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	He had been here for more than an hour since he had been captured, and with a bit of a wipe of his brow, he presses himself up against the side of a nearby wall.
	“If this whole legend turns out to be bogus, then I’m gonna be so getting my money back…” He shakes his head for a moment or two before placing his hand to his side - good, his canes were still there. He could still fight if he had to… Though, with all that he was getting into, he was probably going to have to fight something or another here soon… For now, though, he wipes his brow and starts to make his way deeper into the bowels of that run down building.
	He quietly ducks his head through a rusted-through metal door before the sight of a rather intricate looking set up - some sort of computer terminal that seems to have been in disuse for years and years by this point. Some of the screens look to be shattered, as well, so even if there was enough data to salvage, there was no way to tell if it was corrupted from all of the garbage that was going on in here.
	The fox blinks for a moment or two at the sight of this whole set-up, and quickly gives a look around in the room, as well as behind him before making his way in… He certainly didn’t want to be trapped in there while he was looking for his loot. With barely another word, he lets out a small sigh, and starts to close the door behind him - a dull creaking sound echoes back to him, causing him to stop short. Hopefully, no one heard that.
	With that, he turns back toward that set up for a moment before taking a few tentative steps in that direction. There could be any number of traps or obstacles in here, so he had to be careful, right?
	“Alright… let’s see what we’ve got in here…” And with that, the fox starts to slip his way deeper into the room. As soon as he makes his way to that computer terminal, he starts to rummage around the place. “Guh… computer’s fried. Probably doesn’t have any good data… Might as well look for more physical goods than digital stuff.” He pushes a small monitor aside for a moment, taking a moment to heft it off of the table so that it doesn’t fall and cause a ruckus or anything along those lines.
	“Wait… is this…? This…” With that, the fox reaches down and delicately pulls out a large swatch of blue fabric, one side completely clean from the various bits of dust and grime that seemed to cover this entire place, and the other side decorated in all sorts of lines and pictures of lightning bolts and sparks… “Oh, jackpot!” For a moment or two, he stands up from his spot on the floor before quickly draping that piece of fabric over himself, only taking a moment or two to make sure that it was fixed correctly.
	“Yeah… I think this is it. Good… Good, good, now I just need to get out of here…” With that, the fox starts to turn himself around for a moment before stopping in his tracks…

	Creeeeeeak…

	He immediately turns around to face the door, his eyes wide - there, the grinning face of the robot rabbit from before peers at him through the crack in the door frame.
	“There you are! Now, let’s get you fitted for your new suit!” And with that, the door bursts itself out of the wall, the rabbit quickly making his way through the new hole that he had created.
	“Ugh…!” And with that, the fox quickly starts to reach for the rods at his hip once again, this time making sure that the chain that connected them didn’t wrap itself into a knot like before. “Alright, now let’s get this over with, shall we?”
	“Yes, let’s get everything situated so we don’t have any more disturbances during our show!” And with that, the rabbit lunges forward, the grin on its face curling around its ruined cheeks. The fox, though, suddenly jumps up from his spot on the floor, vaults over the robot, and lands once again, causing the rabbit to tumble and crash into the computer set up behind him!
	As soon as he lands, he blinks for a moment before turning around to face the rabbit.
	“Well, look at that, I think I’m better at hopping than you, don’t you think?” And with that, the fox starts to run through the open door, the look of confidence he was giving just a moment prior disappearing at the notion of survival - he certainly didn’t want to become the next act in their show, especially with all of the stuff that had gone on that day. Nevertheless, the fox quickly starts to run as fast as he can toward the entrance, the thought of becoming part of their next act quickly falling behind him.
	Before he knows it, though, he skids to a stop at the front doors, his breath coming in sharp puffs.
	“Hah… hah… hah… Yeah… this cape’s the real deal, alright. Now to make sure that everything’s in order before something bad happens.” He quickly looks back toward the dilapidated room behind him, and blinks for a moment at the sight of the rabbit starting to barrel its way toward him - his eyes widen at that point before he starts to run once again, this time making sure to run out and around the nearest corner he could find - there was no way that he wanted to have another run in with that robot, especially after what he said he was going to do after everything was said and done.
	Soon, though, he lets out a small sigh as he catches his breath, a smile quickly finding its way to his cheeks after a moment or two.
	“Hehe… yeah, I think that this stuff is going to be really good after everything calms down a bit. All in all, he was seriously considering not ever going back into that place again. The only thing left in there would be a blood-thirsty robotic rabbit waiting for him or someone else to come by! He shakes his head… Either way, time to head on.