If you’re a bit confused on your characters look and past, check the description. I’ll leave hair and eye color up to you. If you don’t like bad language and... more revealing things, don’t read. Enjoy!!
I follow Freddy down the hall, all the way to the stage where there are four others. One I don’t recognize. The others are easy to tell who’s who.
Bonnie’s turned into a pale-skinned man with shaggy purple hair and big purple bunny ears. Chica’s a older teenage girl with golden-blond hair tied back in a high pony. Foxy’s still got an eye-patch and hook, but long, red hair tied back in a low, shaggy pony. A bandana holds it out of his face. He’s got a loose poet shirt and baggy pants. His red fox ears sticking up and swerving around. The other one looks like a Pirate too, only he’s no fox and he’s got a captain’s hat on. He looks more wordy than anything. One of his ear’s pierced with a gold hoop and a hook too. Just no eye-patch.
“So you all can change huh? Cool. Uh, quick question. Who the hell’s the new guy!!?” I say, walking over. The others whirl on me, surprised I was there, let alone spoken with such confidence.
“Arr, I be the new captain. Seeing as Foxy be out of order, they needed another side show an’ got me. Me name’s Scar, Captain Scar Wolf.”
Foxy growls, “Aye, and he be trespassin’ all the same mate.”
“Oh Foxy, don’t be like that! He ain’t all bad! Just till ya get fixed up again!” Chica says, her southern accent making my nose wrinkle.
“Yeah, yeah, warm fuzzy BS. What do you freaks want from me?” I say, crossing my arms.
“Why isn’t she dead or scared, Freddy? Though she’d be frozen thanks to that idiot Phone-Guy.” Bonnie says, curiosity hinting his half-growl.
“Gonna have to ask her that yourself, beats me. She only jumped when she saw me so close behind her. Though it was pretty funny.” He reply’s, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Aye, we heard the crash mate.” Scar replays, looking me up and down like Freddy had before.
I scoff, “You guys ain’t that scary. Besides, you ain’t more of a freak than me.” I say.
Their confusion’s funny, “What are you talkin about suga, you ain’t a freak. You’re human.” Chica says.
I look down and chuckle, “You guys are idiots. Funny, but idiots.” I say.
I sigh turn around and unzip the back of my (dress/shirt). I hear Chica gasp and the guys chuckle. I zip almost down to the bottom of my tail bone, but stop. Foxy scoffs, Chica glares at him. I smile, but snap my giant wings out. Pitch black and beautifully torn. The feathers were tattered, but wicked cool. They all gasp. I turn back around and shed the rest of my clothing. Bonnie and Freddy stare, surprised and Chica covers her eyes. Underneath I’m wearing a traditional, tribal armor set. My hands came to my head and skimmed my hair. Great, black horns grew and twisted from my skull.
“Like I said, I ain’t no human. I’m a fucking Demon, bitch.” I said, holding my arms out a little.
Everyone’s jaw dropped and started in astonishment. Chica took a peek and almost screamed. She liked horrified, Bonnie too stunned for expression and the other boys practically drooling. I smirk.
“Moms a human, dad’s the devil. Whattaya get? A demon. Or demidevil.” I say, doing a small twirl.
My armor was revealing, sexy and sick. But functional. Really, all I had was a blood-red, metal braw made of fire-proof scales and bottoms of a long leather flap with some string and fabric-metal. Gauntlets went from my wrist to my elbow and had a wing of fabric attached to the back shoulder of my braw.
“She’s so staying.” Bonnie said, finally coming to his senses and smiling.
“I... I second that.” Freddy stammered.
“Aye.” Both Scar and Foxy said in unison. They glares at each other a few seconds before returning their gaze to me.
Chica jumps up, grabs my arm and drags me into the kitchen, snatching my regular clothes up along the way. She shoves the dress into my arms, “Hon, you can’t do that round here. Those boys got no boundary’s and now they think you don’t either! You’re gonna get hurt! Get those back on now!!” She says.
I sigh and roll me eyes, “Fine. But I need a pair of scissors. My wings haven’t been able to come out and stretch like this in decades. I gotta leave em out.” I whine. She rushes off to get a pair. I put the black dress back on and she cuts holes in the back. I slide my wings through and zip it up, “You’re alright.” I say to hee