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This file be a tale of me, and mi crew's, journeys together. A good moment of mi life. From our odd begins to our eventual... "sigh." I warn ye, it be not a happy tale. It may have it's moments, but in the end, it just tells of a journey that eventually comes to an end. if this be alright with ye, by all means, continue. I have nothing left to hide, not anymore. Ye've been warned. Enjoy.

Capt. Foxy Iron Fox

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Captain's Journal: Entry #1

The day started like any other at Freddy Frazbear's. The day shift started at it's regular schedule. All of the animatronics had returned to their places after another failed attempt at capturing that bloody night guard. I had decided not to be a part of it this time. What's even the point anymore? He'll be back next time, and even if we caught him, they'ed just replace him in a day and sweep his body under the nearest rug as they always did. Like clockwork without end.

Oh, how rude of me. I started mi tale without even giving mi name first. My name be Foxy, or at least is was when I still worked for Frazbear's, sort of. I was designed as an anthropomorphic animatronic pirate fox. Mi sole purpose was to entertain the children that arrived to play and eat horrible pizza at our franchise. Along with me, there were about te... uh, nine other animatronics. Let's see, there was Bonnie the guitar playing Bunny, Chicka the singing Chicken, and of course Freddy Frazbear himself, the giant, group leading, teddy bear. These are some of my closest mates, and they happened to be in the same boat as me. That being, trapped in a dark back room while our replacements take over the show in the front.

Don't get me wrong, they're not bad guys. It's not like they wanted to take our jobs and trap us in the dark, it's just how things go. Headlining is a new Freddy, we like to call him Toy Freddy. Supporting him was Toy Chicka and Toy Bonnie. They were suppose to be like mi friends in every way, except smaller, made of different materials, a completely different color in Bonnie's case, and of different... uh, shape, in Chicka's.

So like I was saying before, the day started like any other. The day-shift workers walked in and started preparing for the morning rush. They acted like nothing happened last night, listened to the night guard's complaints, and took them in stride. They'ed just tell him that he's working too hard, to get some rest, and come back tomorrow, which he will. Like they did't know what was going on.

Being the curious fox that i be, i had a habit of sometimes sneaking up towards the show stage to see what was going on. Who would know? I was suppose to be deactivated, which I was, or at least mi body was, so no one ever suspected that I was watching. It was a pretty basic day. Children of all kinds were crowding around the show stage, listening to the new crew singing the same songs mi old one used to sing with their 'improved' forms. I don't care what anyone says, I still like Bonnie's purple fur far more to this new one's blue, and who exactly were they trying to appeal to with Chicka's new curves? The kids, or their folks? Anyway, any child not at the stage was either playing in the party room with Balloon boy; new guy, he's suppose to be like a fun toy for the kids to play with, (fail); in the prize room with that creepy puppet to get some new treasures in the form of worthless scrap; or in kids cove, messing with another of mi friends.

Foxy was her name, like me, but eventually people started referring to her by a new name, Mangle, for good reason. The little ones loved to scrape her, like it was fun to see her in pieces. I remember how it was on that day. A little porcupine boy had been messing with her in an attempted to imitate an idol of his. I knew that because he kept going on about how he was just like 'the greatest builder in the world,' and I'm sure he was, if the greatest builder was a wiz at destroy bots without knowing how to put them back together. She-Fox definitely had the worst situation of all of us, including us in the back. Sometimes I wish I could have just brought her into the back with use. It would have been better than letting her stay like that. Better yet, I wish I had taken her with me. If I just had the chance, no one would have been the wiser, because after that day, everything would change.

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