2020-02-27 - Toon-In Weather Report: 60 Percent Chance of Musical Numbers

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Toon-In Weather Report: 60 Percent Chance of Musical Numbers

Summary: Fun and mischievousness meet a man on the street that suddenly fears the worst may come to pass.



Who: Bendy, Nathan Xeos, Fazbear and Friends
When: February 27, 2020
Where: Twisted Street


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The Twisted Street

Appropriately-named, this street seems to bend and twist as the eye perceives it. This fact in no way discourages the world's denizens from freely moving along it, rendering any concept of the 'middle' of the road rather moot, and begging caution from even the toughest pedestrians. Nonetheless, this street is much-frequented, in no small part thanks to the invitingly rustic, wood-panelled front of the famous Usual Restaurant, whose painted sign swings to and fro in the pleasant lamplight beneath its awning.

Opposite the Usual, on the south side, Twisted Street forms a promenade of sorts as it overlooks Zeku-Kari beach. Further to the east, it curves to become a makeshift and decidely unlikely bridge over the edge of Lake Emepherea, where the housing district can be found.

To the west, the street becomes more unstable.


Appearing in a weak flash of green light, Nathan quickly looks around for his new surroundings. "I'm... Here now. Lovely. I guess this really is the center of this universe, somehow." Well, isn't it nice when a spell goes right for a change, even if it wasn't where he expected to end up.

"'Ey! Get back here you," a voice calls out as it's owner seems to rush toward the newly appeared Nathan. Looks like it belongs to some Joe Nobody Average guy who was running some kind of stand. Actually, no, his aim seems lower than Nathan. His sight is aimed at a smaller person who's also running right at Nathan in the midst of the persuit. "Why are ya even chasin' me," a strange, little black and white creature wonders as it attempts to leap at Nathan and climb up him, "Ya just had the stuff out where anyone could grab it."

Nathan Xeos turns around in time to see someone chasing an... escapee from old ink blot cartoons? "Oh, good. I needed more of this." He mutters, standing in the way of the rubber limbed menace. "Alright, what's this then?"

"That thing took one of my goods without paying for it," the chaser answers Nathan. Meanwhile the black and white thing shakes his hea da little. "Ya didn't say it costed anything. And I don't have money anyway," the toon responds, which makes the guy chasing him look like he wants to burst a blood vessel in annoyed disbelife.

Nathan Xeos groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You.. That's not how it works. Probably even in whatever celluloid vault you crawled out of." How anyone is going to stay in business is a mystery indeed.

"But I aint got money," the monotone figure states, "Why would I have money?" The stand owner demands to just have his stuff back, causing the small toon figure to puff out his cheeks in annoyance and look as if he's considering rather he wants to or not. Of course that just gets him glared at harder.

"Dum dee dum, dum, diddly-dum, de dum-dum dum de diddly-dum," softly self-sings an individual walking down the street some distance away from the goings-on. Heavy footsteps pause and the figure turns to look over the contents of a street stand that is currently unattended. A curious glance is given first one way and then the other before the red-furred creature reaches over the sales counter to rummage about for something. What is withdrawn is a red marker. "Ah ha!"

Next, so long as the now absent kiosk owner remains absent (and preoccupied), the floof-tailed and pointy-snouted person flips over a sign set up for customer information and begins to write in large lettering:

F r 3 E S a m p
u l L s

"Arr ha ha har."

Nathan's in half a mind to return the thing himself and save everyone the headache. The question of cartoon money can come later. Meanwhile, Nathan pushes his glasses back into place, there's the rather interesting sign vandalism going on as well. He wishes he had a sign, it would just read 'I want off Mr Bones' wild ride.' in high visibility paint. "Really?"

"Huh...really what," the toon wonders before peering in the direction of the stand, "Frthree samp ulis? What's that?" The stand owner holds out his hand impaciently before the toon sighs and reaches to pull a hat out of some sort of hammer space, giving it back to the guy. "But seriously, what's that supposed to mean?"

Tip-toeing away from the kiosk after returning the marker, for as stealthy as a creature like he can be, metal toes press against the sidewalk to carry the individual closer to the argument over money. Not actually knowing that one of the three is the kiosk owner, the fox thing (details easier to see the closer he gets) chimes right along.

"Aye, thar be free samples to be had, lads. True generosity strikes again. Why, it be best to collect on that grace while it lasts." Okay, not just a fox thing. A heavily damaged fox thing. A metal finger on the left hand taps against the right hand- no, a metal hook with a 'ting'! "Bell of opportunity and all that." Oh. An eye patch, too.

There was something familiar about that fox. Something Nathan at first can't put his finger on, but it's the pirate outfit that gives it away. Well, he's not screeching and running at Nathan, so that's a plus. "Riiiight." He turns to the stall owner. "You have a stall to run, and I think it would be best to get back there before anything else happens... I'll figure out what to do with these two." He says, crossing his arms. What is he going to do with a cartoon demon and animatronic fox?

"Ooooh, that's what people should be doin'" the toon states before pausing and tilting his head, "But if it's free, then why can't I have the hat? That's the same stand, aint it?" At this and Nathan's words the stand owner finally turns around and lets out a cry of annoyance and rushes back to his stand, making some garbled statement about things not being free. The little toon demon peers at Nathan curiously. "Figure out what to do with 'these two'," he wonders, "What, we gonna do a song and dance now?"

Leaning in closer to Nathan, the familiar fox lifts a metal hand to speak behind. The facial and oral articulation is likely uncanny. It's a far cry from the representation Nathan may know. "Just between ye two and ol' Foxy, that guy be needing a bit more patience staffed in th' PR department, aye? Yarr." A mischievous glance is given off to the side in the direction of the kiosk owner, only his eyes shifting to do so without turning his head, and he uses his hook to lift his eye patch to complete the gesture.

Drawing back, the fox laughs. "Do that be so? Ye want a show, do ye? For free?" Arms cross and the clearly damaged foxbot regards the smallest of the pair with the same as he might any child. "A sea shanty, say ye? What have ye in mind?" intones this 'Foxy' with a melodic edge. "What song to do be ye personally inclined?"

Oh no. It's a song cue.

Nathan Xeos has been pondering what to do with the two. They're not much more than pranksters really so no need to involve MCPD. Wait Sea Shanty? "What are you... No no nonononono!" He should realize it's physically impossible to stop a musically inclined toon, but he's going to try, lest the street be overcome with the animated antics of a song number.

"Uhh, know any of the ones about the dancin' demon," the small toon wonders curiously before blinking at Nathan, "Whatcha panicin' for? Ya don't like dancin' or somethin'?""

Perhaps thankfully for Nathan, the lead-in to a song routine is paused, at least in part, as the fox moves his left hand to scratch thoughtfully at his chin. "Dancing demon, dancing demon. Bloody marinara, nothing comes to mind. I be having to wing it." Eyes fall upon Nathan with a toothy grin; some of those teeth are capped in gold.

"I bet he just needs a good dancing partner, aye? Leave it t' dashing Cap'n Foxy t'lead ye in naval warfare or in th' ballroom." That hand is offered out to Nathan. "Dancing be easy, lad. Just follow the Cap'n's lead. Ye can trust me." Pause. "I don't bite." The vulpine's uncovered eye briefly glows red.

Nathan's choreography is terrible, but that's besides the point. "I can dance, but you do know what's going to happen right? You start and the entire street is going to end up joining in." Probably not the right thing to say. "Weird road'll probably have a band here within minutes knowing my luck."

"Ah, well that's fine," the small monochromed toon states, "I was just curious if ya heard about me before." At Foxy's offer to Nathan he tilts his head and looks interested. "Oooh, a dance class? That sounds fun! ...Aww but I'm missing a cane as well as a hat," he realizes with a pout, "I guess I've gotta do this with just my own handsome looks." At Nathan's reply he crosses his arms. "Eh, sounds like we got a hater here...might drive him a bit off the bend if we start up something that big.""

The fox seems to find this exchange terribly funny and tips his head back to laugh, laugh, laugh a piratey laugh. "But, lad! It be a bit late for that. I be representing the band I be in already, ye see." As if to prove the point, this Captain Foxy guy withdraws that offered hand for dance and instead grips an invisible guitar so that he can pluck a few strucks with the tip of his hook. The result is a simple bass line for a blues song, fully audible and in perfect sync.

Foxy looks up from his playing and glances between Nathan and Bendy. "So. What's it gonna be? A song? Dance lessons? Or have either o' ye another option to offer? Arr ha ha ha ha ha har."

Nathan Xeos makes a noise. "Of course you are." He'd forgotten that detail. He could try to teleport elsewhere, but temperamental magics being what they are, that isn't happening any time soon. "Alright, fine, go ahead. I shall not be responsible for the ensuing cartoony chaos." Pay no attention to queued up ice spell. It's just there for an emergency. They don't call it Twisted street for nothing.

The demon looks very lostly at Nathan's reaction. "Eh...I don't get whatcha are worked up about." he states simply, "...anyway, my name's Bendy, Bendy the Dancing Demon."

Humming a little to himself, Foxy the Pirate observes the reactions and introduction between Bendy and Nathan. "Dum de dum du-dum de dum dum, dum de dum de do," he seems to vocalize quietly. "The brighter place, a warmer sand, a far away vacation land, a rhythm played without a band and happy blesses all." The heck is he going on about. "The mountain tall, a smoky sky, you never need a question why, just listen to the natives cry out in their native call. `A`ole pilikia, daimonio ka 'oni'oni, and that's all you need to know to know what you know now." A metal foot taps heavily against the ground. "`A`ole pilikia, daimonio ka 'oni'oni, worry not and be the one to frown but upside-down."

Nathan probably knows who Foxy is, even if Foxy did mention his name in the third-person already.

Nathan Xeos does indeed know Foxy and his bandmates, if you can call them that. He never thought he'd meet them 'in person' as it were. "Nathan. Nathan Xeos. Someone in the not exactly enviable position of dealing with some of the stranger aspects of this little pocket of weird." To be fair to the Bounty Office, they do print the dangers rather clearly on their notices. "You really never know who or what you might run into. Which does include, but isn't limited to animated ragtime bands."

Bendy raises a brow. "Well it's a pleasure to meetcha, even though it sounds like ya got a problem with ragtime too," he seems honestly confused and not as if he's teasing Nathan with this, "Do you just hate everything fun?" He pauses and seems to catch on to what else was said. "...hey, the singing fox aint that wierd, my best bud's a wind instrument plain' wolf in fact!"

"Well, I weren't going t' be the one t' say it, but..." comments Foxy in turn as his little Hawaiian side-song abruptly ends. The puckish rogue spreads his arms in a shoulderless shrug while the corners of his muzzle upturn devilishly. "Ol' Foxy did offer to show him how to dance. I suppose that could be an open offer, but the moment has come and gone, aye?" Head turned to one side yet that one-eyed gaze still locked onto Nathan, Foxy leans in a bit closer for emphasis. "Aye? Or be I mistaken?"

"I do not hate fun, and the only thing I hated about the ragtime band was actually corralling them for arrest... Long story." Nathan says. He turns to Foxy. "As for you, one of these days I should dredge out the shanties I picked up in New England. Once the chances of musical mayhem die down-" And he's gone, in a second flash of light, dropping a snowball where he once was. This is why you use chaos magic sparingly, ladies and gentlemen.

Bendy looks confusedly at the snowball. "I don't much make sense of that guy..." he says with a shrug before smiling at Foxy. "It's good to meet you too...Captain Foxy right?"

"Aye, lad, so I be! Cap'n Foxy, feared pirate o' the seas, masterbuckler of all swashes, seeker o' treasure, plunderer o' booty, collector o' loot." Strike a pose, fox. Strike a pose. It's a very practiced introduction, surely, but he does his best to sell it.

"I also be player o' bass for me band. Grand adventurers we all be." Whispered behind a hand, "but I be more adventurerer than they, arr." That hook from before is extended, pointing at the toon directly, yet no threat is meant. Rather, it would seem that the fox is offer to 'shake'. "Ye be well met, Bendy. And, also..." That left hand reaches behind his back to pull out a hat. It's a little curmpled, but where did he get- Dang pilfering pirate!

"Free sample for ye. Shh, it be our secret."

Bendy shakes the hook and grins widely as Foxy offers him the top hat he went after earlier. "Ooooh, thank you captin'," he replies as he takes the hat and situates it on his head, making him look more like some sort of short, proper tap dancing guy. "My own band seems to be M.I.A., uh, on second thought, it might be that /I/ am.," he states, "Just let me know if ya and the band wants a guest or the like."

"A'course, lad! We be known for meeting and performing with guest stars." Just watch the cartoon and see! "I'm sure me band wouldn't mind. Yarr, speaking of..." A gesture of the arms reveals a bit of annoyance in obligations. "I be having t'do some things for 'em so I best not idle in still waters for too long."

Bendy takes off the hat, holding it safely aside as he takes a deep and graceful bow. "Aye, your show and mine can make good with eachother and manage who knows what in time," Bendy says with a grin, "Maybe I'll actually be able to control a boat next time I get stuck with one." He waves as it proves to sound like a totally fine idea, "Have a good day out there!"



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