Falling For The Fox (Foxy x Reader FNaF) *COMPLETED*

Part Two: Foxy the perv

Hey guys :3 So I wanted to continue as soon as possible, not leaving you guys on a cliff hanger for to long ;) Also I wanted to say that I will be switching points of views soon :)

Your P.O.V
You: What the hell?!

You get dragged out from the room, you hear Tazz and Katie banging on the iorn door after you. You suddenly feel the grip on you wrist loosen and then let go. You were struggling a lot so when the stranger lets go you end up on your butt. You hear someone chuckle and your face flushes, you stand up and brush yourself off

You: What the hell mate!

You hear the stranger move and suddenly you feel a hand under your chin, tilting it upwards. You see two golden yellow eyes staring at you. You lock eyes with the stranger and he starts chuckling again

Stranger: You're afraid. That's cute
You: don't give me that crap. This is classed as kidnapping mister!
You glare at him, frowning. The stranger snakes his arm around your waist
Stranger: Come with me...
You: ...
You hesitate but you allready figured out the stranger was much stronger than you. You slowly walk with him, refusing to say anything. He leads you to pirate cove and you turn your head and see the camara that is placed on the wall. A red light is on top of it which means that both Katie and Tazz are looking at you right now. You nod at the camara and smile to try and signify you're fine and that the person hasn't done anything... Yet...The cameras red light flickers off and you know that your friends aren't watching anymore. The person walks into pirate cove and pulls you In with him, quickly closing the curtains behind you both, you detach yourself from his grip and step away form him
You: Okay. I want answers and I want them now
Stranger: Certainly, Lassie
You reconize the voice immediately , it belonged to Foxy, the beloved pirate that you haven't seen in 11 years. The lights flicker on. You gasp at the scene before you
You: F...Fox?
Foxy: Oh so ye remembers me now do ye, lassie?
You: You don't look like much of an animatronic anymore
you fold your arms and shuffle back
Foxy: That's because I'm not, can't ye see that, Lassie? Or have ye gotten a little thick in the past years
He leans toward you and flicks your forehead teasingly
You: Hey I just said you looked different
Foxy: What do you prefer me as an animatronic?
You: I never said that...
The Foxy that stood before you looked almost human. Well he would have if it wasn't for the ears, tail, eyepatch and hook on his right hand, he would've passed as an everyday nineteen year old guy, even if he was older than that. Foxy still had his gleaming goldish eyes. And his red hair was a bit scruffy but looked quite cute on him, reaching about a centimetre of his shoulders, and a fringe that nearly covered his eye patch, it was already about half way down it. (Inshorthelookedfabulous) He was now wearing a white t-shirt with a leather jacket, a pair of jeans, with a few rips in them and his shoes were red converses, either way he looked stylish, fitting in with the modern day...sort of
Foxy: This is just when we turn to be like one of you. Otherwise I would look the same as always
You: You look the same. Just more...humanish?
Foxy: This IS what this is meant for, Lassie
You: Well as I recall I don't remember you being so rude. Flicking me in the head and also dragging me out of the office
Foxy: Lassie, do you also recall you were Sevan, me may be twisted but I would never flick a Sevan year old in the head, plus, ye would also cry at the smallest things
Foxy smirks and I glare at him
You: I would not
Foxy: Then why did ye start to cry when ye got a paper cut when ye were In the office with those other lasses
You: Because it FREEKING hurt! That's why you stupid fox
Foxy: I could make ye cry right now if me wanted to
(Before you guys and your twisted minds start this IS NOT a lemon -_- I know how your minds work)
You scoff at his words
You: Yeah right, Fox
Foxy suddenly darts at you and in a blink of an eye you're pressed up against a wall. He has both of your wrists in one hand and begins to harden his grip on them. So much so that it eventually begins to hurt like hell. You close your eyes and try to think of a way to get him to let go, that doesn't involve you crying. You open your eyes to see him inches away from your face, smirking
You: Let me the hell go, Fox
You grit your teeth and glare at him, seeing the amusement in his eyes
Foxy: Oh but what fun would that be, lass.
You: I've had enough fun for one day thanks
Foxy: Huh, ye have gotten tougher in the past few years
You: I did. Looks like you've gotten less charming. Guess I gained and you lost
I attempt to wriggle from his grip only to receive a chuckle from Foxy.