Pirate Ballad*Foxy x Animatronic! Disabled! Reader*

♫♪Pirate Ballad ♪♫

-Uhm... Puppet? - the voice came from a blue bunny animatronic, that was fumbling with a guitar.

-uh? - a low, vaguely glitchy voice came from a gift box, and a puppet appeared from there -yes, Toy Bonnie? -

-What's wrong with Foxy? - Bonnie asked, pointing at a melancholic Foxy; who was sitting at the edge of the Pirate Cove, letting the curtains fall upon him -lastly, he seems so... Depressed-

-oh, yeah, you don't remember right? - says The Puppet

-remember? What? -

-well... Do you know about... About that old, tattered suit in the closet not so far from the office?- Toy Bonnie nodded -that suit was supposed to be a new, revolutionary animatronic, and... Foxy's mate-

-WHAT?! - Bonnie almost dropped his guitar -FOXY HAD A M-MATE?! -

-shhhhh!- Puppet tried to hush him -yes, he did. They were supposed to star together, yet... For someone's negligence, her mainframe started to crash. And she didn't work anymore the way she should do... Even attacking humans and... Us. She didn't want to, we knew it; but... They didn't even try to fix her, and they put her...-

-"Out of Order"...- Toy Bonnie ended his sentence for him

-exactly. And now, she's there, in that closet, lonely and forgotten, and... Completely disabled. -

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*Foxy's P.O.V.*

I let out a sigh, and went back to me Cove. I didn't want to listen to their talking, I didn't want to listen her story... Again.

I moved the curtains, and went sitting in a corner, letting darkness embrace me, and listen to that deafening silence. I wanted to cry, yet, I couldn't. of course, How could an animatronic cry? So, I just let out littles, silent sobbing. I looked down to the wooden floor and lowering me ears and the thought of her; and that damn silence was only making me melancholia more and more unbearable. Then I realized that there was only one thing that could have make that sadness go away. Yes. I needed her. Now. I peeked out the Cove and scanned the halls. When I was sure that the coast was clear, I start to ran, ran as faster as I could, knowing that that was the only thing I was good at. I dashed through the corridors eventually turning left or right, 'till I finally reached it: that dark closet. I broke the locker and open the door, and there, along with metal scraps and joints, was a cold, still and dead animatronic. The faint light that come from the open door revealed a (a/a) animatronic, with (f/c) fur. Even if now she was damaged and ruined, I could still recognize me (y/n). I take her lifeless body and adjusted it on my shoulders, and then, I start to ran again, back to me Cove. I set her down, and peeked again through the curtains to see if someone noticed me; but none of me friends were there. I looked where I knew the camera was, knowing that the Night guard could have been watching me, and bringing a lifted finger to me muzzle, I signaled him to stay quiet. after, I finally closed the curtains and turning around to face (y/n). she was sitting there still and cold like she was in that closet. I let out a sigh feeling that silence come back again, but this time I knew what to do:

-ye know matey, there's a thing I've always wanted to show ye...- I went to the corner of me Cove and turned on an old, dusty radio that I knew was there. From the radio, a low, sweet music started to play and filling the room. I stepped closer to me (y/n) and offering me good hand to her I said: -may I have the honor of this dance?-

*Third Person P.O.V.*

With that words, the fox animatronic took the disabled one in his arms, bringing her hand to his shoulder and holding it with his cheek, so that it won't slip away; then taking (y/n)'s free hand in his, squeezing it slightly and holding her waist carefully with his hook and with his tail, making sure that she won't fall. he chuckled awkwardly and looking now into her eyes, now to the ceiling, now to the floor he said:- ye know lass? ye know what king of song is this?- yet, his question didn't get an answer. he looked at her, hoping for a sign of anything to be shown, yet, she staied still, her eyes dead and lifeless. he sighed, but then, sort of smiled:-this is a Pirate Ballad me dear, one of me favourite-

when he decided they were in the right position,he took a step backwards bringing (y/n) with him, then another step, and another, and another; until they were swinging along with the music in perfect synch. everytime she was about to fall, Foxy quickly catch her before she could touch the ground and turning their mistake into a theatrical dance step. the fix animatronic still had her cold hands under his cheek, aventually nuzzling against it, it felt so good, so right... like it always should had been like that. he could stay like that forever. sometimes, when he looked into her dead orbs, he could notice a sort of sparkle, and it seemed like her muzzles turned into a smile; like she was still "abled". still swinging around, the fox started to hum with the music:

-dum de dum dum~ dum dum de dum dum~-

but then, he knew that the song was about to end, he heard the tune slow down... so, he turned his muzzle first to the radio, and then back to (y/n) and sighing with an happy yet sad expression, he lifter the disabled animatronic chin up, making her dangling jaw close against the upper one, and he leans forward with his ruined muzzle and sweetly brushed it against her, in an attempt of kiss. they staied like that for oh so long, and it was oh so sad that one of them wasn't even conscious.

-Arr, Matey.... I should have done this a little sooner, I guess.- he said parting -I truly wish ye could have...felt it- as he said this, the song came to its end. "no... not already!" Foxy screamed in his head with a pleading look in his eyes, watching towards the radio. even the dead eyes of (y/n) seemed to look sad. at this point, he knew that dawn was about to come, he knew that it wouldn't take too long for the 6:00 a.m. to come; but he just lifted his eye-patch and looked straight into the (a/a) eye's and planting a brief yet sweet kiss giggling lightly he said -just... a last one; what do ye think lassie?- oddly, the (f/c) animatronic seemed to nod. so, he just bent down, pressed a button and another sweet "pirate ballad" started to play. they went on for hours, untill dawn come and with the 6:00 a.m. a load of kids burst in the Pizzeria. the last song ended, and Foxy took (y/n)'s disabled body into his arms, hugging her warmly for the last time. he sighed, feeling like tears in his eyes, and with a sad, melancholic smile, he rested his chin upon her head and whispered:

-ye know matey, I could I taught you how to dance- he parted away, planting a sweet kiss on her forehead, and brushing his metallic hand softly against her cheek -ye would have been just so great-

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