Foxy awoke next to a girl he barely even knew. Yet, he chose to engage her in sexual interaction. He regretted last night more than anything, as it'd been a waste of time and money. It didn't make him feel happy, it only worsened his sadness. And now he had to pay for it all. He promised himself he'd never enter this game again. He felt more empty inside after that moment, and he had to live with it.
In truth, he only wanted someone, anyone, to interact with. He'd closed himself off from the rest of society. Even his ex-girlfriend, he lost her because he stopped caring. It was a game he wanted to enter again, but couldn't find the strength to do so. However, his first thought shouldn't have been to go and hire a prostitute. That wasn't even his first mistake.
After what he'd once called his "friends," had completely torn him down, he had a difficult time building himself back up. In particular, it'd been Bonnie that had broken him. The pure hatred in his words and tone that night had drove Foxy over the edge. However, it was that, on top of the countless years of social isolation he had to endure by all three of them. He didn't want to feel left out anymore, so he left to the real world to make friends. And indeed he had! Until, of course, he just stopped caring. Life caught up with him, and he couldn't find much motivation to continue moving forward.
He slowly became more distant towards his girlfriend especially, and she eventually just left. No warning, nothing face-to-face, just a text message. It wasn't until a few months later – where his now – that he started trying again. He needed a bit of time. Time no one wanted to give him.
He felt the woman next to him slowly stir. Her name was Bonny, which made Foxy feel even more disgusted with himself. She was so much like Bonny, at least from what he could tell, and he hated Bonnie more than any of the others.
"So, how much?" Foxy asked glumly.
"I'll let you get off cheap this time. A hundred should do," she replied.
It was still a tremendous price, in Foxy's mind. She hadn't even satisfied him in the slightest. But, he supposed that's why he got off cheap. That, or she was only doing it because it was his first time.
That thought rang in his mind. He'd had sex for the first time with a hooker, and that was sad. He sighed.
He handed over the money without question, and laid back down, a somber look on his face. He couldn't fathom the fact that he'd done it for the first time last night with someone like that. He regretted every decision last night.
He couldn't even blame the stupid mistake on intoxication. It'd been his own idea, and that only added to the self-loathing. He began to tear up, knowing that he'd never have a proper friend. And any one he did end up making would just go away one day, and he'd be all alone again.
Bonny took notice, but walked out the door anyways. She'd have to repay him somehow other than discounting him. She felt for him, and it'd also been the best job of her career so far. Admittedly, she'd probably see some more satisfying guys out there, some even more so than he, but she still felt a need to tell him. She wasn't about to be blunt, be she couldn't keep quiet.
But it wouldn't matter either way to Foxy. He knew who he was, and he could never get rid of that. The attraction that was always out-of-order, the one no one would come near without some benefit from it. He just wanted attention, something he never received, and most likely would never see again.
He shouldn't have let her go. He should've fought through his aching heart. But, he crumbled under the pressure, and he knew what he had to do. He had to find her and apologize.
She was all he ever thought about ever since. He would never stop thinking of her. Right now? Her. Yesterday morning? Her. Even last night? Her, her, her.
He felt total emptiness inside, something he hadn't felt since he left his so called "friends."
He heard the door shut, and that startled him into awareness. He immediately curled up, reeling from all the past experiences he had. His previously happy memories were now ridden with sadness, knowing what he'd lost. Even if he could've somehow saved the relationship, he doubted it would've lasted. He knew she never really thought of him highly but the once, and was willing to fall head-over-heels for him if he wanted it. He couldn't take that. He wanted someone who wouldn't act, and would actually care about him.
But, at least it'd been someone. Previously, he hadn't even had that. And now, he had nothing. He was broken, and he couldn't shake the feeling of worthlessness. She'd broken it off because of him. He was the one to hire a hooker. A lot of these thoughts still dumbfounded him. He couldn't even believe himself, it was so out-of-character.
He sighed again, the silence of the hotel room a suffocating experience. He was unsure of where to go from here. He didn't feel like eating or going out to enjoy the day. He was just ready to be done. He wanted to go back to sleep, and wake up in a time where nobody knew him, so he could be someone new. He heard a knock on his door and he groaned. He didn't want to open it. He just wanted to be alone.
But the knock occurred again, signifying that it wasn't the maids. He begrudgingly pulled himself from the bed, and sluggishly waded to the door. He opened the door slowly, to see Bonny at the door. He wondered why she was here. She did her job – albeit, not very well – what more did she want? She got paid, he got sex, what more was there?
"Hey, um, I know you think things kinda suck right now…" Bonny said.
"In the short of it, I guess," Foxy replied.
"But, just know I've been there. I know what you're going through."
"You have no fucking idea what I'm going through," Foxy tried weakly to protest.
"I guess, but, I figured I'd at least let you know that you did well last night. And, that's why I let you off cheap…"
At that point Foxy shut the door in her face. He didn't want to hear it. He wanted a friend, not sex tips. They were useless to him if he had no one to do it with. He just wanted to disappear into nothingness, and be forgotten. It was better that way. He might be hurting, but no one else was hostile. He flopped on the bed before feeling the need to sob into a pillow. And, he did so.
He cried without stop. He wanted his old life back, his girlfriend, his friends. He understood he made mistakes, and he would never make them again. But, that was irrelevant. It wouldn't bring back his girlfriend, it wouldn't bring back his friends. It wouldn't do anything for him.
He hated himself, and he pretty much would from now until death. Which, he wished wasn't so far away. He could end it himself, but he could never bring it to that. He always had to hold onto some hope he wouldn't die alone. Unlikely it would turn out, but that was something he couldn't lose. Hope. He supposed he'd spend today by himself, but tomorrow he'd go to try and repair damaged relationships.
But for now he needed alone time. That's what he'd said months ago, and it'd gotten him nowhere. He just wallowed in self-pity. He should've tried harder to make friends, to maintain his relationships. But, he didn't. He felt as if he didn't have any to uphold. He'd been an idiot, and expected her to have the patience to deal with him.
After that day, he was having a hard time mustering up the courage to brave the place he once called his home to mend relationships. He swung the doors open, making sure to be here before the night guard left. But, there was no guard here. Boxes were packed, and everything was much more spacious. He couldn't even find Balloon Boy.
He went to Kid's Cove, a place he once hated. Until he'd met his best friend. But she was not there. He turned the whole pizzeria upside down just looking for her. The main three were onstage as normal, but he imagined they'd be packed up eventually. This franchise always moved around, specifically this single location, or, these locations. He left the pizzeria, his head hung low. He couldn't believe she wasn't even there, and she was the main one he came for.
When he returned to the hotel, he'd received a visitor. A girl with white hair stood outside his door, waiting on something.
"M-Mangle?" He stuttered out.
"Foxy," Mangle replied. She refused to meet his eyes.
"What's going on at the pizzeria?" Foxy asked.
"They're shutting it down. They're gonna scrap us," Mangle replied.
"Th-that's terrible!"
"Yeah. Anyways, I'll see you never," Mangle said glumly.
"W-wait, I-I need to tell you something…" Foxy said.
"And that is…?"
"I- I still love you. I can't stop thinking about you. W-would you ever consider taking me back?"
"Foxy, there's something I've been holding back, and I guess now is a good time to tell you. I- I never truly loved you. I mean – don't get me wrong – you're a great guy, and an amazing friend. But, I just never really felt that way. I'm sorry. I'm gonna go get scrapped now."
"B-but Mangle… I couldn't live with myself if you were scrapped. I feel like this is my fault."
"Foxy, it's not your fault. It's mine, actually. Only a week ago, I caused the biggest disaster in the history of the franchise. Onlookers have named it The Bite of '87. I deserve this."
"Mangle, no. You don't deserve this kind of punishment. Everyone makes mistakes."
Mangle was tearing up.
"I bit someone's frontal lobe clean off, Foxy! I deserve all the punishment in the world!" Mangle yelled.
"B-but no one deserves to be scrapped. To feel unnecessary. To feel unloved." The last part made Foxy's heart twinge. He was describing his own feelings.
"Foxy, are you okay?" Mangle asked.
"Y-yeah. I guess," Foxy lied.
"Foxy, if you need someone to be there for you, I will be."
"N-no. I-I'm fine. I-it's just hard to say good-bye to my only friend."
Mangle hesitated a second before running off, somewhere Foxy would never see her again.
He began to tear up once more as he saw his friend go straight to her demise. He couldn't bear to stand there any longer. He went into his hotel room, flopping on the bed. He rolled over onto his left, looking out the window. The sky was dark, and he should be asleep. But, he couldn't close his eyes.
Every time he tried, more images of Mangle flashed through his mind. He would never let go, seeing as she was his only real friend. Sure, Freddy and Chica would defend him against Bonnie, but that was it. Other than that, they showed no sympathy for him. He felt a connection to Mangle. She felt empathetic for him, and he knew that. Each suffered through social isolation and verbal abuse by their coworkers.
But, he ended up asleep. Somehow.
At around seven in the morning he awoke to a knock on his door. He got up quickly and opened it, seeing Mangle on the other side. He stared at her. She looked ashamed of herself, and wouldn't meet Foxy's gaze.
"I- I'm sorry. I probably scared you terribly, and I feel bad for that. I realized I didn't want to be scrapped, and, you were right. Everyone makes mistakes," Mangle admitted. "A-and, I felt too compelled to come back. After what you said, I know what you're going through. You spoke from experience when you said no one should feel unloved. And, I hate myself for giving you that false pretense. I u-understand if you don't wish to forgive me."
"Mangle, I could never not forgive you. You're an amazing person for making me feel that way, even just for a little bit. I still feel loved, because I have a friend like you that would go out of her way to make me happy."
Mangle smiled and blushed lightly at Foxy's compliment.
"C'mon. You know I'm terrible," Mangle stated.
"I'm serious! You're really great, even if you don't think you are. I will always love you, no matter what."
Mangle's face reddened more.
"S-stop. You're making me feel guilty, now."
"How so?"
"I feel bad about leaving you, now," Mangle admitted.
"There's no need to feel bad. Hell, I probably shouldn't've forced it so hard."
"Maybe… But, uh, can I come in?"
"Sure. I guess, since you have no place to stay now that the pizzeria's closing, maybe you'd wanna crash here for awhile?"
"Sounds fun," Mangle said cheerily.
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I had a helluva lotta fun writing this. I mean, I was listening on and off to FNAF songs writing this, and I just got vibe after vibe for it. So, sorry if it's all over the place. The main two I listened to we "Break My Mind," and "It's Time to Die Remade," both by DAGames. I absolutely fucking love their songs. They give me life. Anyways, I will upload more related to this sort of AU, but that's after the next story/update thing. ALBTU Remastered is on hold at the moment, as I have much more vibe to work on FNAF. I'm not saying Undertale is dead to me, I just feel more compelled to work on FNAF. Either way, the next story/update will be related to FNAF, as well, so keep an eye out for that.
Another thing, writing is taking much longer now, as vibes aren't coming as easily. But, I'm still writing. In fact, I have another bigger Foxy-related story in the works that I will upload all at once. And, I'm doing more with most used human AU soon, so that'll be fun. I'm going to re-read The Golden Ages and see if I can find the vibes to finish the final three chapters soon. See all you amazing dudes later, peace out.
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