FOXY'S POV

"Yar-har-har! It's me, Foxy! And welcome to the Pirate's Cove!" I called out as young kids crowded around me and Pirate's Cove.

"Foxy! Foxy!" Kids shouted my name. "Tell us a story!"

"Oh, lads and lasses, ye don't want to hear one of ol' Foxy's stories, do ye?"

Cheers were heard from far and wide.

"Alright. I was a-sailing with my father, when I saw a pretty lass. Her name was Roxy the Fox. Beautiful piece of treasure, if I do say so me self," I began.

"Blech! We don't want to hear about girls, Foxy!" Called a boy.

"Ye will one day, lad. Ye will one day."

MANGLE'S POV

I sat in the corner, peering out at the children, wishing I could again entertain them, as I once had. But Golden Freddy had to get in the way and control my mind. Always at the wrong time. I listened to Foxy tell his story and I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Of course, this Roxy couldn't be real. We weren't real. Pull yourself together, Mangle, I told myself. I would die if Foxy found out I had a crush on him. Toy Chica would never forgive me.

I saw him glance at me and I quickly looked away. Dried blood was still stuck on my muzzle from that day back in 1987. I would never forgive myself. Poor Maddie had spent a week in the hospital before dying. She was my favorite child who came to see me. I've been left to rot for quite some time, so I don't exactly look as appealing to children as I once did.

Someday, I'll get the chance. Someday, I can start over again.