The Bite of '87

It wasn't always so dull and so constricting that Foxy's exoskeleton felt like falling apart where he stood in Freddy Frazbear's Pizza. Children used to laugh, stuffing their faces with Chica's pizza until their little legs gave way and then they transitioned over to the stage (some would resort to crawl) to listen to a band consisting of Foxy's coworkers emitting happy melodies. While this would go on, the adults would chat without any worries about their children running into trouble. As long as Foxy kept watch, everything would go smoothly without any problems. Luckily, watching the children was a job that Foxy quite enjoyed. Sometimes he even played with them, turning the little rascals into pirates and princesses and watching them run off after each other.

One day, however, Foxy grew too comfortable with watching his own little world of piracy play out, failing to notice a young girl standing on his stage behind him plotting on finding out whether Foxy would be a suiting royal stead for her to ride.

One moment, a flash of blond hair within the corner of his eyes- he had to turn his head to see what the cause of the sudden shine of hair behind him was out of mere curiosity.

"What did t' pirate say when his wooden leg got stuck in t' freezer?"

A programmed joke begins without Foxy's realization.

"Shiver me tim-"

Next, the color red. It was difficult for the tall animatronic to peer through the thick, hot substance dripping down his face, his lenses, his muzzle... Midway of the punchline, Foxy was fully aware that the cause of all of the blinding rouge was caught up within his mouth. He let his jaw loose, looking down at the heap of one of the children, twitching on the ground.

The entire room went silent, before panic spread like wildfire.

Foxy was placid at first within the madness, unaware that the red water pouring out of her was a bad thing. He glanced up at the other animatronics on the stage to see that they were as confused as he was, or at least that's how they appeared to be for Foxy. He looked down at himself once more to see several arms wrapped around him, trying to hoist him away from the sobbing girl. "Rouge!" He would hear shouts from behind him. "He's going rouge!"

"Oh my god, my girl…" A woman with the same features fell on her knees in front of the girl, immediately taking her within her arms. Foxy's lenses and evergreen pits of pure hatred had made contact with each other, and that's when it dawned upon the humanoid fox that the child was never going to come back to him. That this mother now running away from him with the child, and possibly many other mothers that have already fled, would want him away from the children at all costs.

That is when he went berserk, struggling and pushing the guards away while letting out the hideous, metal-grating shriek of a banshee. Spasming and twitching, sparking and flames of rage dwelling within his chest- Freddy and the others have never seen Foxy like this. Foxy never even knew of the rage he could create within him, he was always so gentle and hearty with people. He was one of the most respected and trusted animatronics when it came to children and many of them would constantly flood over to his Pirate's Cove because of it. But now he felt his pieces being ripped off of him, a last resort from the employees to shut him off or at least calm him down.

It worked.

With a crash, Foxy and his dismantled pieces fell to the ground as the last of his screams had distorted and faded away. Freddy watched in utter shock as he saw his coworker's wires ripped out from his chest to shut him down completely. He looked to Bonnie and Chica, only to find that Chica had ran away to the kitchen and Bonnie had sat on the edge of the stage, guitar tossed off to the side and absolutely steaming with anger at Foxy. Bonnie's purple bolts looked like they were about to pop out at any second.

Freddy looked back Foxy as he was being dragged off into the Pirate's Cove, feeling a sudden emptiness within him. But that emotion was quickly stored away, for Freddy had a job to do as well: Bossing the others around while being the lovable and handsome bear that he knew he was.

When the lights went out and the doors slammed shut, Freddy found that he had another job to do. He didn't know why it was assigned to him nor did he know why he was carrying out with it, but he did know that if he didn't do this job he would get that vacant emotion back within his wires and he wouldn't be able to get rid of it that time.

The bear lightly shoved the curtains aside, peering down at where Foxy had hastily been tossed to. He glanced over at the standard toolkit within the corner of the room.

And then Freddy began to fix Foxy.

He first started with piecing him back together and screwing him together with the bolts that Freddy managed to find scattered about within Pirate's Cove. Freddy would fix himself a few times, he wouldn't be as broken as Foxy but he does have experience with tightening loose screws on himself and Chica would ask him to rewire her a bit after some… unfortunate kitchen accidents involving the tomato sauce she'd always marvel about. You could say that Freddy was a pretty handy guy. Once Freddy thought Foxy could move without his parts falling off once more, he took a step back to look at Foxy. He didn't exactly look chipper, but he looks better as one piece than thirty-five- even with that crater in him. Freddy could clearly see the spinal cord of his exoskeleton. Sucks for him, thought Freddie as he stepped behind Foxy to start fixing up his wires. He connected some here and there, making sure they pretty much looked like Chica's when Freddy would finish working on hers.

Connect here, disconnect there, connect here- Foxy's wiring truly was a mess, but then again, so would Freddy's if his wires were ripped out by determined employees.

Eventually, one of the wires sparked up and Freddy felt a flinch of movement, and Foxy stood up, white orbs flickering on and off upon Foxy restarting and taking in his environment.

"You feeling better, Pal?" Freddy casually leaned against the cold wall, waiting for Foxy to finish starting up.

When he heard the deep voice behind him, Foxy flinched and turned around. He seemed to perk up a little when he realized that Freddy was standing before him. "Aye-" His voice was scratchy and shrill, but it was still audible enough for Freddy to interpret it. As he realized that he was in the Pirate's Cove with Freddy alone, he grew flustered. Freddy was a towering and large figure, his voice high definition and crisp with a low bass, it truly intimidated Foxy; Especially how Freddy worked things around here. It was either Freddy's way or out of the way. Foxy preferred to be out of the way, he didn't exactly like to be near the others. He didn't know exactly why he wanted to be isolated from the band, but he did know that they thought Foxy was out-of-place within Freddy Frazbear's Pizza. He was popular with the kids, yeah, but he was a pirate while the others were popstars. The two don't exactly go together.

The room was filled with an awkward silence, digging into Foxy's brain. Oh, how he hated the quiet when there was another person in the room- wait. There is another person in the Pirate's Cove. Wasn't Foxy the only one that worked there?

"Freddy! Aren't you posed t' be at t' stage?" Freddy let out a low growl to that. "What happened t' t' sprogs?"

"You bossin' me around, Foxy? Is this some kinda 'terrogation?" Foxy's name was acid in the bear's mouth. "S'pecially after how you were actin' and how I was generous 'nough to fix you up?" He got up, striding over to Foxy and standing over him. This was a technique that Freddy liked to use, knowing that he was a good amount taller than the rest. In addition, the weavering look of bravery on Foxy's face was entertaining for the animatronic leader to look at.

Foxy had to look away and take a step back. "You know," Freddy pressed in closer until he had cornered the lost fox into a wall. "That did really happen. Don't act like you've forgotten." He prodded one of his large fingers nearby the hole in Foxy's chest. Upon noticing the hole for the first time, he let out a yelp. It wasn't exactly the most common event for Foxy to peer inside of his own chest.

"I-I thought that was just some nightmare." Stammered the queasy animatronic, lightly rubbing the side of his head with a blunt area on his hand hook.

Freddy exhaled an amused scoff. "Well, ye be wrong, mate." He mocked the accent that Freddy had always grown annoyed of, which gave off a good reaction from Foxy. He almost looked cutewhen his lower jaw had slightly jutted out. He moved away with an unorthodox grace that made surprisement dwell within his stomach, and then the carmel bear left without another word.

Chapter : END

AN: Well, here's my first Frexy fanfiction! 3 It shall be continued, most definitely. I love this ship and FNAF to death I cannot even express! It's sad how there aren't many fanfictions for them, but then again, I'm honestly shocked that I'm shipping animatronics together OTL.

Oh, and do call me out if I've gotten some facts wrong, I've been on the wiki all day but I may or may not have some events mixed up.

Don't even get me started on how long I've been trying to figure out Foxy's speech.