(LONG INTRO! You’re one of the scrap animatronics!)
Rockstar Foxy was a ragged solitary animatronic, to say the least. While, yes, he did perform with the main band. Though, it wasn’t very often. Not because he wasn’t allowed, no. His friends always said he was welcome to join them. He simply preferred to spend his days in his cove with his parrot, maybe even talk to himself.
Foxy also, however, loved to send his parrot out to annoy the others. Whether it be a night guard or fellow animatronic, he didn’t quite care.
The pizzeria has been closed for a few hours now. How many? Well, who really knows? No one around here keeps track of time. All they know is is that the night guard’s clocked in. So, late enough for them to roam free in the silence of night.
Rockstar Foxy resided in his cove as usual, talking to his parrot while making animated gestures with his hand. He wasn’t even sure if they could understand him, but he didn’t care either way.
But, the fox got rather bored of that fast. He brainstormed on what he could do for entertainment, before realizing he hasn’t sent out his parrot in a while.
With a small smile, he carefully picking them up from his shoulder. He let them perch on his forearm casing as he stood, before walking towards the cove entrance. He opened it just a crack, before sending off his parrot. He could hear it squawking rather loudly as it flew.
So, now that his parrot was out looking for someone to perch onto, he was left waiting in his cove. He sat down and folded his legs criss-cross-applesauce style. His scraggly tail curled around himself.
His parrot took longer to signal that it’d found someone, which was odd. Usually it was done in around five minutes, but tonight it took double that time. However, Foxy didn’t think much of it.
He quickly stood and exited his cove, stalking the near-empty halls of the pizzeria. He could hear his friends talking backstage, but couldn’t be bothered to eavesdrop. Instead, he followed the signals he was receiving to get to his darn bird and whoever he as his next victim. Victim as in the poor person who’d have to listen to him rant for the rest of the night.
Rockstar Foxy was, admittedly, a bit confused when he ended up in some back-room area. There were various parts scattered, unfinished animatronics sitting on some tables, and even some suits that were never used. Odd that he’s never been back here.
He suddenly jumped as he felt a tap on his shoulder, spinning around with surprising speed. He was even more startled as he saw the appearance of the animatronic who tapped him.
They looked broken and a bit old. He had definitely not seen them around before. Or, if he did, he hadn’t noticed them. He assumed this is one of the “scrap animatronics” found in the back alleyway. Creepy. What caught his gaze next, however, was the fact they had his bird.
“Ah! I see me bird done found ye’! Say, what be your name, lad?”
Foxy smiled, trying to shake off his nervousness. He carefully took his parrot back, who immediately perched back onto his shoulder.