#˖ ☼ 𝒸𝒽. » ( funtime foxy )

[ladyseidr]

consider, an amusing but also alarming idea in my head:

fun.time foxy: so whose voices can i mimic? william: you can sound like anyone foxy mimicking will: you can sound like anyone william immediately: DON'T do that

[ladyseidr]

Small headcanon dump since she has my heart.

wants to be the center of attention so bad, all in the hopes of proving himself.

lowkey jealous that the others get more attention (particularly baby as the namesake of the pizzeria & then rental service), but still views them as family.

not aware at creation of his real purpose. truly just wants to be an entertainer. the showman & the diva, and all that!

the first kill does not go over well. although foxy has been imbued with remnant via the scooper's injector and is sentient, she still doesn't truly have the capacity to understand what's going on. being programmed to both perform/interact with the children positively and kill quickly makes foxy begin to go a little haywire.

loves william as both father & creator in the beginning, although the killing stunts this. even as foxy becomes more dangerous to his intended victims, she also becomes more volatile toward him.

inevitably comes to loathe humankind, namely adults. but no matter how much foxy loves the kids, he cannot escape his purpose until after william is gone. even so, he is still volatile and potentially dangerous to anyone.

as implied in SL, foxy's actions are initially caused by believing michael is william. once realizing, foxy's feelings are more complex ( after all, she was made for mike in a way ) but will not prevent her from trying to kill him.

[ladyseidr]

@florietiae asked: ❝ 'hey foxy, would you mind putting on a show for me ? ' / from charlie! ☺️ ❞

Maybe it was because the fox had never gotten to perform—not yet. Maybe that was why the coding didn't kick in, why Charlie was safe. Or maybe William simply had know better than to activate anything that would put exclusively his own children and Charlie at risk ( for now ). Either way, Foxy was ignorant to his own danger. Instead, his head swiveled in the girl's direction, ears wiggling in their slots a few times. "Miss Charlie Emily, my favorite audience member!" And then, leaning down, voice lowered into a false whisper: "Don't tell the others I said that." Face plates slid upward, accentuating the permanent smile. "Did somebody say show?"

Foxy stood straighter, one hand to chest as she took a bow. "Performing is my specialty, and a show I'll give you!" She positioned herself more centerstage, then lifted an arm, speaker crackling as her voice grew loud enough to fill the room. "Come now, pick your poison: pop? A classic? How about something with a bit more bite? A know a bit of Journey, you know." Oh, this was exciting already, her tail swinging side to side behind her.

[ladyseidr]

@funbonded asked: ❝ okay, okay, enough rubbing it in my face. / for Funtime foxy ❞ ( "i hate you, but i just did something to help you and now i need to explain myself" prompts )

There was no audible laugh, although the shifting maw and ears gave enough of an implication of one. "Don't sound so irritable," she began, voice filling the empty, dreary room. "Think of it like this: we're even now!" Arms played open and a cock of the head. Her faceplates shifted enough to overemphasize the permanent smile on her face.

"You didn't have to go in for code 'repair' thanks to me, and now I've avoided a nasty shock thanks to you." He sounded less appreciative and more like this was heading somewhere. Brows rose, head tipped back to better look at Funfred. "We should keep working together like this!" Here it came, usually booming voice quieting to something more eerily human. "What do you say you help me catch a nightguard?"

[ladyseidr]

@nineliabilityrisk asked: ❝ " you can't intimidate me. " from the 'you can't...' prompts [but like. in a smug older brotherly teasing way. freddy is big and scary and foxy is Not] - funtime freddy, to funtime foxy (yes i know i'm late you reblogged it six days ago hush) ❞ ( "you can't. . ." prompts )

Ears sank downwards—visible disappointment as faceplates slid back into place. The height difference when standing before Freddy was significant, although Foxy had attempted to disregard that. "Not at all?" Not even to get his way—he wanted to be the star of the show just once. As though the two of them had any say in that.

Jaw shifted, brows raised. She could change her approach. "Well, of course not!" Her arms widened with a mechanical whir, booming voice taking on its show quality. "I'm not intended to be intimidating. I'm an entertainer first and foremost!" ( Mostly, if he ignored the remnant flowing beneath his shell. ) And here his ears perked back up, a new argument in place. "Which is precisely why I should get to be the leading fox at the next party. You've had your special day, now it's my turn." His eyes flickering over Freddy's face, searching. "With you on my side, I'm certain we can convince them."

[ladyseidr]

@nineliabilityrisk ( continued from here )

Maw twitched as she listened, Michael's voice responding through the darkness enough to begin to pinpoint his exact location. She stalked forward, movements as silent as a heavy metal endoskeleton and plastic shell could allow. She remembered the child he had once been—but no longer. Anything beyond the need to hunt was stamped down. He was a target, now. He had to be.

Foxy had to consider the words a moment, movements halting. Tried to remember William and the sort of excuses he made so readily. ( He would never apologize. ) Then his voice was escaping Foxy's speaker once more: "You were always safe with me if you had just listened." There was a strange lilt to the tone, something unsettling. Even Foxy could not perfectly mimic it all. This was intended for children, not someone Michael's age.

Stalking closer and closer once more, Foxy's eyes were dimmed but not entirely without light in the darkness of the room. "I already told you, it's me, Michael." The voice filled the room the further he moved from the walls. Head seemed to spasm on neck as he considered his next course of luring. "Is that what you want?" He saw the shape in the darkness, approaching behind with quieting voice. "Could you leave me here, then? Knowing that, with one mistake, Funtime Foxy could kill me?" If only.

"Do you love your father so little?"

[ladyseidr]

@behindslaughter asked: ❝ ( for Funtime Foxy! ) "Hold still, just a little longer." William huffs, wiping away a bit of oil with a rag, "How the bloody hell did you mess up these wires so quickly?" ❞

It was the cost of being sentient so quickly. No desperate soul clinging to its host, just remnant coursing through interior. Shell and metal turned to something resembling life—a life who had not quite figured out her purpose yet beyond entertainment and exploration. A bit like a child, for all the irony, if more well-spoken. Pure, unfiltered curiosity guided every processed thought for now. She had let it get the better of her.

Foxy obeyed, the sight of his creator a comfort after making quite a mess of his arm. And, for now, he had no impulse to lie when questioned. "I was exploring outside of my room." His voice boomed with the typical show quality, even as admitting to breaking a very clear rule. "The parts and service room should have a warning sign—it could be dangerous in there." Which was to say, he had grabbed at the wrong thing and received a nasty jolt. Here, however, Foxy's faceplates twitched, eyes whirring as they scanned William's face. The strength behind her voice was gone, replaced by something more unsettlingly natural as she asked, "Are you angry?"

[ladyseidr]

@braveburned liked for a short starter.

The vulpine sprang to life the moment he spotted the boy in the less frequented Funtime section of the Pizzaplex. "A new face! Have you come to see my spectacular performance!?" Question ended with a dramatic bow, faceplates shifting.

[ladyseidr]

@trapton asked: ❝ this helps both of us. funtime foxy ❞ ( "i hate you, but i just did something to help you and now i need to explain myself" prompts )

Faceplates shifted experimentally, joints of her fingers following. Jaw twitched. Alight eyes rested heavily on him—her creator. Once beloved, now lesser so. Now only safe because the animatronic was in safe mode, head slumped forward. She still twitched.

"You're wrong." Words echoed through the otherwise silent parts and service room. "I thought it was you." Passing through his auditorium in the dark. Blood still stained his teeth, a jaw sunk into forearm before a series of controlled shocks had rent him unable to continue. They had learned better than to enter without someone watching over them, it seemed. "Nothing you do can prevent it." Not with remnant injected into his very being. He was more than just an animatronic, now. His voice was missing any of it's show quality, reduced to something quiet and unsettling. "Soon, it will be you."