Board Thread:FN@F Roleplay/@comment-25171777-20150314193025/@comment-26434802-20150316194046

King Freddy walks near the door, seemingly "out of breath" from his sprint. After huffing and puffing for a few minutes, he is able to hear the faint tune of a music box. His head begins to hurt. "Rattle sticks! More memories to assault my mind with? I thought all of these were surely brought back when- Agh!"

King Freddy envisions himself in a pizzeria much smaller than the one he is currently inside of. He doesn't seem to want to move from the stage, though. He spies a small music box rolling around on wheels. "Oh?" He says out loud, though on accident. The music box is in the east hall, spitting a note at two animatronics. Namely a cat and a dingo.

King Freddy attempts to leave the stage, but soon realizes that the memory cannot be altered with, and a few seconds after leaving, he is brought back to the stage. The music box arrives in front of the stage and just... stays there, motionless. It eventually plays a tune, just like the one coming from the box in the current time.

"Gah, I know I've heard that somewhere before!" He shouts. "Stage... Hall... Music box... Some dingo and cat animatronics... Gods! Must my memory have been so tampered with during the blaze?!" His eyes suddenly turn into endoskeleton eyes to the outside world, though he now remembers himself back in the pizzeria.

It's during the day, the pizzeria is dressed out for Christmas. A blonde night guard leaves the pizzeria just as the children come inside, with a someone else following him. He has a notebook in hand, with a look of determination on his face. Freddy turned to his right, once again seeing the dingo and cat animatronics. However, an animatronic that the king recognises as Sir Ricky II, walks up to them. After a little chatter, the animatronic rooster is kicked in the crotch area, whereupon the music box arrives to him and spits out another note before the dingo laughs and the box speeds away, playing it's little tune.

The king returns once again, but this time things are more clear. "The box... I was trapped upon the stage, not once did I move there..." The king remembers the music box looking more custom made than being mass produced, a nice piece of handiwork, probably made over a long course of time. The sound that came from within was relaxing to the ears, even as an animatronic, King Freddy could still appreciate the work that went into that simple box.

(Heh, Phil, get the reference?)