Fredrica's ch6 pt2

The truck rumbles along the darkened streets of the city. You’re still seated in Chica’s lap. It’s more out of practicality than pleasure, since the trailer of the vehicle lacks seatbelts. Between her arms around you and your bottom firmly wedged between her shapely thighs, you weren’t going anywhere.

You glance down at the watch on your wrist. You had once had a really nice one, a present from an ex girlfriend. Really, it had been the only good thing to come out of that relationship. When you had to pawn it and replace it with a walmart special, you weren’t too sad to see it go. According to your thrifty replacement, It was about 2 am.

The general feeling is tense all around. Mama is sitting in the corner, her eyes closed, probably in intense thought, while Carol rests on the expansive shelf of the shebear’s ample bosom. Foxy is shining her hook idly, and casts her glance at you when she sees you watching.

“Anything particular on your mind…?” She asks

The hum of the road is all that can be heard while you try to form the words. Finally you get it out. “I don’t want to have to kill someone tonight…”

She nods in agreement, “Aye, I would rather not myself, but we have to protect the family.” She turns her neck awkwardly toward one of the many duffle bags full of weapons and fishes around. You flinch when she suddenly pitches something from inside directly at your head. You luckily catch it.

“A stun gun?” You smile a little, “That seems a little better on my conscious, thanks.”

You feel the yellow arms around you snuggle tighter, Chica’s hefty chicken tits nearly knocking you from her lap, “Awww Mikey! You’re such a sweetheart! Not wantin ta kill people! It’s a good thing some of us here already have training in that regard.” She shoots a look at Foxy, who returns one infused with annoyance.

“Chica,” She says in her firm voice. There’s quite a sharp edge to it.

“Oh come on Cap’n. We might as well come clean to the guy, given that we’re trusting him in this kinda situation already.”

You’re a mix of both curiosity and a little bit of fear. But you know these girls well enough. You already know they have some dark pasts, even if they’re robots. People and machines can change, right?

Foxy sighs, dropping the rag she was using to clean her prosthetic. “Back then, our programming was not nearly as advanced as it is now. To be honest, we had no way of knowing any better… Daddy saved countless lives when he saved us from that… place. I still remember the screams… My worn and half-skeletal form running down that hall, grabbing poor men and… Blood was everywhere… But I was just following orders. That was what my programming said was the right thing to do… And… And the bite…” She closes her eyes, making the sound of inhaling through her nose. “Foxy the Pirate… I was Foxy the Pirate… I AM Foxy the Pirate. Regardless of upgrades, I’m still that monster. Daddy wanted to delete those memories, but I begged him to let me keep them. I begged him to keep me what I was, at least in part. I didn’t want to forget. Forgetting would be like saying those deaths and injuries were okay.” She opens her eyes again, the centers of her golden irises glowing like pinpoints of light in the dim trailer. “I am in agreeance with Mr. Schmidt. I would rather not kill anyone tonight.” She places the rag back in the bag beside her, “But if it comes down to Bonnie’s well-being, I WILL make an exception.”

You nod in agreement. Your feelings on the matter are mutual. While it would be heavy for you to have to end a stranger’s life, You’re not sure what you would be capable of if that bunny was in danger. For now, you’ll settle on the taser.

Suddenly, Ms. Fazbear herself speaks. “Michael…” She says softly, “I do apologize for getting you caught up in Daddy and I’s side affairs. It was never my intention to put you into something dangerous like this. If you don’t feel up to going through with it, I have no reason to reprimand you. You are only hired as a security guard after all, no strings.”

You clench your fists. The more you think about the whole thing, the more your fear starts to wash away. Here you were, sitting in truck full of guns and robot pizza strippers, and… for the first time in a very long time.. You felt protected. You felt like you were part of something, among people that you mattered to. And right now, one of those people were in trouble. The one you loved the most was trouble!

“No,” You respond to Mama, firm in your tone. “No. I’m part of this family. We all are. My own family abandoned me. All of you, and especially Bonnie, you’re all I have left. You believed in me enough to let me become part of the Fazbear Family. I need to do my part and make sure all of you are secure.”

You’re happy to see the shebear give that warm gentle smile again. It makes everything almost seem normal. Her damage is still very startling though. Anyone who would hurt her was more than deserving of punishment. Your stomach twisted when you finally realized in full that right that moment, the same could be happening to Bonnie… If not worse. She was so sensitive and gentle and fragile… They were probably doing the unspeakable to that poor robot.

Your sadness and nerves get converted directly to anger. You feel your adrenaline kick in. When the van finally comes to a halt, the rage is burning you up. You’ll do anything to get her back safe in your arms. You’ll do anything for Mama.

You’ll do anything for your family.