Hey guys Psycho Gamer here. I have good news I got a editor now.

Their name is JeromeSanakara so they'll be editing my work the new and old chapters of this story.

I'm replacing the old chapters with the ones they did.

I don't own Five Night's at Freddy's.

I only own my OC and this story

Hope you enjoy it

Night had fallen on Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. During the day, the children's restaurant was always so full of laughter and the joy of children. At night, it became a maze of terror and death for any night guard that dared work at the restaurant. The pay was horrible, but anyone desperate enough for money became a victim. The restaurant had a nearly nonexistent budget since the horrible accident known as the 'Bite of 87', as customers became more and more scarce.

The three animatronics did their best to keep things going for the few customers they did see. But the fourth, Foxy, instead had been beaten and nearly ripped apart by the restaurants mascot, Freddy Fazbear. If it hadn't been for Bonnie the Bunny and Chica the Chicken stopping Freddy, he might have destroyed the old Pirate completely.

As further punishment, Foxy was left to rot behind the curtain of his old stage in Pirate's Cove. The weeks turned to months, then to years as the old fox just stayed hidden behind the star covered curtain, forced to sit alone in the shadows. But that all would change in one night.

Foxy sat alone inside Pirate's Cove, as he had done for nearly three decades. Motionless, he sat listening to the silence around the lonely stage and curtain. He only moved to look down at the antique pirate hook he always had on his wrist. He grieved in near silence as he turned it, his reflection scarred and scuffed as was the old, dulled metal. He used to wave it around as he told stories about fighting off other pirates like Black Beard, William 'Captain' Kid, Black Bart and many others.

Children used to love hearing his stories. Many of the kids would even act out the scenes Foxy would depict to them. Foxy lowered his head, a low sigh coming from the rusted, old voice box, unused for years. He missed telling stories to children. He missed being able to walk around and play with them during the day. He would have his show like he used to, after Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica would finish singing their songs.

He would play all sort of games with the kids, like Hide and Seek, Tag... He would even let the kids climb up on him. The others werent allowed such a thing, as it would damage their parts. Only he would get that love... What he mostly loved, though, was what would happen at the end of the day. When Foxy would give the children their goodbyes, many of them would hug the old captain. The affection of the kids made Foxy almost feel like he wasn't made of iron and small beams of metal... He would feel... almost human.

Foxy shook his head at the thought, and his red ears dropped down to his head. He turned his head to the opening of the curtain where they parted ways, opening to the darkened, empty pizzeria. He wanted to stretch his legs... It had been a long time since he had walked around the pizzeria. Peaking his head out from between the he looked to the stage that was across the party room. He could see the stage was empty. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were gone; somewhere in the pizzeria doing god knows what.

He could feel his exoskeleton back squeaking with age and stiffness as he began to crawl his way out from betwen the curtains before dropping down from his platform. Chances are neither of them were in the parts and services. He also wanted to take a look at the old parts he had, maybe get some oil for his joints and even a replacement hook... Shiny and new... Ever since he had been isolated to the Pirate Cove, he had gotten in the habit of fixing his own parts. The mechanics that came here never even bothered to look at him. Ever since the bite, he was considered very dangerous by everyone, especially the adults.

Foxy's metal leg hinges squeaked from age and rust that had been ravaging them with time. A little oil will be perfect for his aching, old body. Though just as he started the long treck to the room, Foxy stopped suddenly. There was a sound... A low but shrill crying. He looked around, but saw nothing but the walls of the hall and the door that led to the Parts and Services room. Foxy's ears flattened against his head, and the fur on his back stood up with unease. Was it the night guard again? It couldn't be, he never wandered this far...

He glared around to see if it had been Freddy messing with him once more. Maybe he was planning to finish what he had started almost thirty years earlier, to finally destroy the old fox. He still saw nothing which only in turn puzzled him. If it wasn't Freddy either then what could it possibly be... Foxy turned to face the door, trying to brush his off his unease. Slowly he approached the door and opened it. Peering inside, his yellow eyes glowed through the blackness of shadows in the room. But once more he could hear that damn crying... He could hear that it was coming from inside the Parts and Services room. Walking inside and shutting the door behind him, he glared around the room. His legs betrayed his wish to be silent with each step, only making more metal squeaks sharper than before. The noise seemed to make the crying louder, as if spooking whatever it was.

Foxy looked around at the shelves and the table, intending to find the source of the sound, when an odd scent caught his attention. Foxy sniffed the air around him. The scent seemed all over the room, it was something that smelled moist but also a bit familiar. Foxy shook his head to try to rid the strange scent from his head, but the scent still consumed him. He let out a snort but it hardly helped. Foxy walked around the room a bit, trying to instead find the oil and maybe that new hook. Maybe on the table... That's when he smelled the scent again, consuming him as it strengthened on the table. Intrigued, the old fox lowered his muzzle to sniff each item.

The tool box didn't have the scent, neither did the exoskeleton that sat on the table. The empty Freddy suit didn't either... But when Foxy got to the Freddy Fazbear head on the table did he get a big whiff of the strong odor. Whatever made the scent and the cry was inside the head. Foxy smacked the top hat off of the head in annoyance, reminded for a moment that the bear he had once seen as a friend but now despises. The scent flared up, making him sneeze with its strength before he finally looked inside.

Foxy's jaw hung open and his eyes widened. His eye patch even lifted open on its own from his shock at the object laying inside the head.

Laying inside the head was a small human baby. The infant cried loudly, tears running down its small cheeks as it wailed distressed. The child's small body was barely covered by a blood soaked cloth. Foxy's head lowered down to the child , intending to get a better look. He sniffed the infant's stomach but the baby only wailed more at the feeling the cold metal of the fox's nose. Foxy jerked back, having gotten an ear full of the child's crying.

Foxy scratched his ear until his hearing had returned to normal. But the child still cried as if it was afraid... Though he would be too if he had been stuffed in a Freddy head. But maybe the baby needed something? The old fox turned his head to the door, wondering if he should just leave the baby in the room or give it to the others. His ears dropped as he realized the error of his thinking.

He couldn't do either. The child would most likely be killed by Freddy, Bonnie, or Chica because of rules. Humans they saw at night they thought were just exoskeletons without their costumes on. It was against the rules to do such a thing... Bad programming done by the technicians last time they came a month ago was mostly to blame for this new 'feature' though. Foxy was never programmed like this, having been left to rot after 1987, so he knew this was a human and not an exoskeleton.

His ears dropped to his metal skull, thinking about the horrible things the baby would face if Freddy had it. Foxy looked over at the head that held the baby as it cried, its only protection from the others. Surely someone would be looking for a baby if it had been left in the pizzeria by accident. Yes, this had to have been an accident. No human in their right mind would've left a baby unattended. He could take care of it at least until its parents returned for it the next day.

Foxy smirked at his cleverness then walked closer to the table. He looked down at the crying baby, once again making his head ring. He picked the child up in his arms, making sure to be careful of his hook even though it had dulled down. The last thing he wished was to harm the child. Holding the infant to his chest to give it some warmth from his fur, he glanced back to the door, listening intently for the others. The infant laid against his chest, his crying had lowered in volume to only a whimper. It seemed to be comforted by the fox's soft fur.

Foxy covered the infant's head with the bloody towel, the blood matching the color of his fur camouflaging the baby's light pink skin. It would make sure no one, not even Freddy himself, could tell Foxy was carrying the baby. On quick feet, making the squeaking of his broken legs nearly silent as he ran, he rushed back to the safety of his cove. He pushed back the curtains and disappeared into the darkness. Once he knew he was safe, he sat down, still holding the infant.

The baby looked up at Foxy, tears still running down his face. It looked at Foxy with eyes that showed nothing but innocence and some fear. Foxy looked at the child, soon moving the bloodied cloth from him, quickly replacing it with a shawl he sometimes used for his shows. He wrapped the infant in the piece of cloth, but Foxy could see the baby shaking in his gentle hold.

He thought the baby shook from fear of seeing him. That was one thing Foxy always hated about himself. He would scare little children ever since the incident. It always wore down on the pirate's confidence in himself. Foxy looked up thinking for a moment as the child laid swaddled in his lap, still looking at him with blue-ish green eyes, tears still lining in the little eyes. Foxy thought back to the Bite of 87. When he had bitten a little girl.

She had climbed on the stage, pulling on him and mostly his mouth. Foxy had tried to continue his sketch when he suddenly closed his mouth to finish speaking. He had bitten down on the little girl's head, taking out the frontal lobe of her brain. The supposed attack had been an accident, a terrible horrible accident, but no one believed the old fox when he said it had been just that.

Foxy sighed and his ears dropped, closing his eyes. Though he opened his eye when he heard a whimper from the infant. He smiled down at the little baby, feeling a little warmth in his cold interior. It was defenseless, it couldn't do anything without help, full of promises and hope. Foxy moved his head down to the child so his mouth laid right above the baby's face and head.

Foxy licked the child's face with his tongue, licking up tears. The baby let out some whimpers but did nothing else as Foxy cleaned the baby's face off. Foxy nuzzled the baby gently with his snout, his red fur tickling the baby's skin. The infant looked at him with curiousity, the whimpers hushed. Foxy picked the baby up, moving closer to the wall where it was warmer. He sat down by the curtain that laid over a vent, the only source of heat that the room ever got. Not that it mattered to Foxy, but he knew the child wouldn't last long if it was in the cold.

Foxy curled himself up in front of the heater, holding the child by his furry chest so the infant would feel the heat coming from the vent. Foxy curled around the baby, wrapping his tail around the infant so he stayed warmer. The baby's eyes were half-open from sleepiness, before it opened its mouth in a tiny yawn, and Foxy saw that it had no teeth. Completely defenseless. Foxy stayed by the baby's side, just watching as the infant looked up at him closing and opening his eyes every once in a while very slowly.

Foxy looked at the baby, intrigued. He had never been around children this small. Everything about the little person was so interesting. He wanted to see how a child could grow to a person. But he knew he wouldn't get that chance if he found the baby's parents. He would return the child to them. After all it would be safer for the baby to live far from this place, away from the dangerous animatronics. Foxy sighed tiredly as he looked back at the infant that laid awake still.

"I wonder if ye a boy or a girl?" Foxy wondered to himself. He looked at the baby and used his claws carefully. He lifted the part of the wrapping up from around its tiny stomach. He looked down in some disgust. "Ye be a boy." Foxy muttered to himself, wrapping the baby back up. The baby boy then started to whimper and cry once more.

"What's wrong, lad?" Foxy asked as he looked at the baby. He then thought back to when the baby had calmed down, nestled against his fur. Foxy turned over so he could lay on his back by the heater, laying the baby on his chest. The infant curled his small fingers on Foxy's slightly torn fur, laying still.

The fox's yellow eyes stayed on the child's small form, watching as the baby's small form moved up and down as he breathed in his sleep. Foxy had once heard of this epidemic over the radio that a guard had brought years ago, of this thing called SIDS or SITS. He didn't know much about it but all he knew is that it involved babies dying mostly in their sleep. The old pirate kept both his yellow glowing eyes on the child as the baby slept soundly on Foxy's chest.

Not saying a peep, the child stayed still except for his slow sound of breathing. Foxy kept watch of the baby over night, not that sleep mattered to him since he was a robot. The infant slept silently as Foxy watched him. Foxy looked at the curtains where he saw light come through the slit of the curtains. It was morning. Foxy picked the baby up in his claw arm. He walked to the curtains and slipped through. With luck he would find the baby's parents.

Again the Sids thing isn't meant to be a joke