Posts by YAPPIE

Hi, I'm YAPPIE and I'm super new to this site! I'd rlly love to rp with some of you sometime though! Looking forward to this! :)

Username~ YAPPIE
Name of Animatronic~ Foxy
Main Character or Back-up?~ main
Age~ n/a
Gender~ male
Personality~ I like to think foxy is bitter about being "out of service", but he still loves the children, and is quite jealous that the other animatronics still get to interact with the children. he is very bitter towards humans because he feels they have "forgotten" about him.
Crush~ open
Theme song~ not sure
History~ foxy was a very popular attraction at fazbear's pizza parlour, but as time went by and he became tattered and torn, the children started to not care about him so much and so he went "out of service"
Other~ (yellow) I'm really excited to be doing this!!! :)

Foxy viciously lashed his rusty tail, tattered and torn with age, as the large clock echoed into his isolated little room. Was it midnight already? He peered from behind the old curtain, sneering at the security camera pointed at him almost mockingly. He didn't like to be watched. Not anymore, at least, not since they'd shut his section down. He emitted a sharp growl, and continued to stare at the camera, his eyes filled with an eerie animosity.

The sound of pans clashing together echoed into Pirate's Cove, a sound that startled Foxy to his hunk-of-metal core. Sounds like fun. Maybe it'd be nice to give those humans what they deserved, or what he thought they deserved. He warily crept out of his little room, his rusty joints fighting the movement, but pushed on anyway.

Foxy was taken aback by the sounds of what appeared to be a group of animatronics conversing in the kitchen, and his joints involuntarily froze into place. It'd been so long since he'd last spoken to his fellow animatronics... In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd even left Pirate's Cove. He'd only really heard the clamour of the children cheering on their performances, all the while he was imprisoned. He swiftly stepped into the isolated hallway, flinching at the sight of the security camera, wondering what his next move would be...

After several minutes of eavesdropping the mischevious conversation being held by his old cohorts, envy sparked throughout his aged body. First they get all the attention during the day, now they were going to put on a show, too? 'Yarr, not on me watch,' he mentally sneered, emitting a low growl. He crept into the kitchen, his joints creaking with each movement, wondering what the other animatronics would say to him after all this time. Would they let him in on their little scheme?

Foxy could do nothing but stare for a few brief moments, his body stagnant with nerves. He tried to speak, but it was almost as though his voicebox had been shut off. "Y-yarhar... W-what's up m-m-mateys...?" He finally managed to spit the words out, but not without a few vocal glitches.

"Yarr, y-you mean... G-GET the humans...?" He spit the word "humans" out as though it were poison. Ugh, humans. All they did was forget him and scorn his tattered self. He glared at his cohorts, and couldn't help but wonder what they had against humans. The children still loved THEM, didn't they...? Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps he and the others weren't so far apart after all. "Harhar... S-sounds, er... Like a g-good idea... What's the plan, matey?"

'Hmph, I wouldn't be complainin'. At least ye still got kits droolin' over ye...' He shook the envious though off and nodded his creaky head in inderstanding. "I-I agree, matey. I-it'd sure be nice to have a bit 'o p-pep in me step again... H-how would w-we do it...?"

Foxy glanced over at Freddy, and nodded in greeting. "Ahoy, Fredbear, me 'nd the l-little lass here were j-j-just dis-dicsussin' gettin back into tip-top shape... 'Just like I used to be.' He'd hardly even noticed Goldie's comment.

"Yarr, th-that's... right." Foxy flinched at Freddy's comment, reminiscing the times when he would sing sea shanties and dance and tell stories to the children... But that was then, and this was now. "Wh-what be the next m-move? Standin' here i-is gettin' mighty tiresome..."

"Yarharr, s-slow yerself down, lass!" Foxy exclaimed in shock as he felt the agressive tugging at his hook, and he swiftly followed behind. "M-my hook b-be fragile, ye-ye know."

Foxy anxiously followed Silence with a quickness, and winced as he felt the security cameras boring holes into their backs. He really hated being watched by those humans. He hoped they could get the repairs done soon... if they could get them done at all.

Excitement surged through Foxy's hardware, his mind racing. If they really could fix him, would they re-open Pirate's Cove? Would... would the children love him again? He banged on the door with his hook, and said, "Yar, the-the lass be right, mates." 'Now open up before I unhinge the door with me own hook.'

Foxy winced at the sight of the humans, but couldn't afford to loose his one shot at revival to years of envy and a long grudge. "W-what be the problem, mate?" he sneered, his jaw creaking with each syllable.

Snorting, Foxy took a step back. He sensed something was up. Something... Not right. He shook the feeling off and gave Silence a somewhat sharp nudge, glaring at the nightguards with animosity. "Yar, quit yer w-whinin', lass," he chuckled.

"Ye don't know the half of it, mate," he growled. He sighed. Was it really almost 6? Back to the prison of Pirate's Cove soon.

Foxy slowly approached the night guard, a low growl sounding from his soundbox. "D-don't take that tone w-with m-m-me, matey. Just get the job done, is that clear?"

Foxy opened his jaw to protest, but knew she was right. He couldn't blow his shot at revival. "O-of course."

"Hmph. S-seems fine by me." 'What's one more night of neglect?'