Hey Hi Hello! This is my first fanfiction, so it probably won't be too great format wise, but story wise I will do my best, I hope you enjoy ^w^.

Another day in the pizzeria, the sounds of laughter and children playing, their feet running across the carpeted flooring, and all the while, the animatronics sang their cheerful songs for the children. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were happy for the most part, but the one behind closed curtains was not. Foxy had been alone, with no one to talk to, interact with, or even say 'hi' to for many years. Frankly, he stopped caring years ago…about everything. Ever since the incident, he had been alone, shunned from everyone. Not even his only real "friends" in this lonely place talked to him anymore.

He had been in isolation for, about nine and a half years he believed? He never really kept track. But time did, and it ravaged him both mentally, and physically. Seven years after the incident occurred, his body began to decay; the fur below his waist withered away, leaving his endoskeleton visible, his joints, hook, and teeth began to rust. Even his voice box began to degrade. His speech was difficult to make out, and his tone would rise and fall, although, he didn't have any reason to speak anymore, it bothered him. However, that was only the beginning of his troubles.

Ten years into the isolation, is when his mind took a turn for the worst. He first started hearing a whisper in his head, it never stopped talking, and with the silence that constantly would surround him at night, it made the voice more difficult to ignore. The more time that passed, the louder the voice became. It wanted him to do things that he didn't want to do, and it whispered these things over, and over, and over…

The voice refused to stop, even for a moment, and Foxy couldn't hold it in any longer, he began shouting at it to stop, to go away, to leave him alone. It only made the voice persist, and Foxy was slowly breaking.

During this time, his "friends" were trying to get to the night guard. The night guard would not be killed often, but it happened occasionally. Majority of the time, following their mandatory five nights of working here, they would quit. But some were crazy enough to come back the following week, the reasons for it, never really known. However, Foxy never liked to kill. He didn't see the sense of it, why would they commit murder themselves, when they were murdered in the first place? Shouldn't they be against murder? He tried to convince this to the others before, but they never listened, they were angry, and out for retribution. They never wanted another night guard to get the chance to commit what happened to them.

Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were hearing the disfigured shouting, and screaming every night, for days, to weeks, eventually passing a year. They did their best to ignore it, and kept attempting to get to the security guard. Then one night, Bonnie noticed it was awfully quiet. No sound had come from Pirates Cove since the night began, and it was already 4:57

"Hey, have you guys noticed that Foxy hasn't made a single sound yet?" Bonnie whispered

"Now that you mention it, it is unnaturally quiet" Freddy whispered

"Now I can actually think straight for a minute" said Chica

"I just feel like we should check on him is all" whispered Bonnie

"We never checked on him before, why do you feel so concerned now?" said Chica

"It just doesn't feel right….." Bonnie whispered mostly to himself

"You can go check on him if you wish, but it's not our problem, especially after the incident…." Freddy whispered as his hand clenched into a tight fist.

Freddy and Chica continued attempting in getting to the night guard, as Bonnie made his way to Pirates Cove. Bonnie didn't hate Foxy, but after what he did, you couldn't justify it. Bonnie stared at the "Out of Order" sign as he opened the curtains. It was awfully dark in there, but the glow emitted from his eyes made it a fairly easier to see. He took a few steps into the cove, and immediately his foot bumped into something. He looked down to see a metal foot of an endoskeleton. It confused Bonnie, why was there an endoskeleton in pirates cove? He followed the foot up a leg, to a waist, to a torso, he didn't need to go any farther to know. It was Foxy. Bonnie looked him over, and was left paralyzed. Bonnie felt a wave of sadness come over him as he examined the state of someone who he once called his friend, who loved entertaining children, even though things were how they were…...

What must it have been like, to be in isolation for so long? He must have gone insane...which would explain the shouting...

He knelt close and looked at him more closely, his eyes were dark and hollow looking. Rust covered parts of his body, especially at the joints, his mouth hung loosely in its place. Bonnie felt terrible inside. It felt like something inside him had broken, and died at the sight of Foxy. Everything felt dense, and unclear, eventually he managed a sentence to come out.

"I'm sorry Foxy...I hope you find some kind of peace" though, there was little peace for them to have, their souls were tied to this place, until they're souls could be appeased.

Bonnie stood up and left, closing the curtains behind him, ensuring not to look over his shoulder towards the silent cove, if only to avoid feeling any more guilty...

Bonnie slowly walked on his route to the security guards office. All the while, he blamed himself for Foxy, he hadn't wanted the other's to shun him along with Foxy, and for a time he was angry at Foxy, but wasn't very long lasting. Bonnie's mind was shrouded in a mix of emotions, and before he realized it he was at the door to the security office. The door was already closed. He looked through the glass to see a man in his twenties, he looked panicked and terrified. Who could blame him? Three animatronics possessed by the souls of children were trying to kill him and stuff him into a suit. The kid checked the lights frantically, and saw Bonnie staring through the glass. The kid quickly turned off the light and checked the other light, Chica wasn't there, it struck him a bit as odd, but it quickly left his mind. Almost suddenly, Freddy's laugh pierced through the silence, he slammed that door shut fairly quick.

It's his third night, good on him Bonnie supposed. A chime of a grandfather clock and kids sounded throughout the building. Six AM already. Bonnie made his way back to the stage, next to Freddy.

"How's Foxy?" Freddy asked when Bonnie stood next to him

Bonnie hesitated to answer him.

"He's doing alright…."

Freddy simply nodded, and didn't say anything after that. Chica came on the stage a moment later. Bonnie was anticipating for her to say something to get at him a bit. But she didn't. She just got on stage without a word, with a blank expression on her face. It hardly lasted on his mind. After a good twenty minutes, the security guard quickly walked out from the East corridor, through the party room, leaving out the building. He was drenched in sweat Bonnie still had Foxy on his mind, how bad he looked, and the fact that he was gone, it put a weight on his shoulder. Bonnie could only repeat one sentence in his mind; I'm sorry Foxy.

~Back to when Bonnie was leaving Pirates cove~

Chica peeked past the corner and saw Bonnie leaving Pirates Cove, with a sorrowful look on his. After He disappeared down the West Hall, she made her way quickly over to the Cove. She looked over her shoulder to make sure Bonnie wasn't on his way back. She opened the curtains and walked past the 'Out of Order' sign into the cove. Her foot bumped into something in her first few steps. She looked down to see Foxy. Only, he wasn't like how she remembered him. His body looked withered, and decayed, and his eyes were dark and hollow. She gasped at the sight. A terrible feeling overcame her. She always remained spiteful towards Foxy, cursed him, but she never wanted this to happen to him. She quickly left Pirates Cove, closing the curtains behind her, and headed for the kitchen. Once she was inside, she sat with her back against a counter top, and buried her face in her hands.

"H-He's gone, and it's all our fault..."

There it is, the first chapter. First I would like to say that the 'incident' isn't the bite of 87, and isn't directly linked to the FNAF time line, also I am well open to criticism, and suggestions, but don't expect many changes, and a little viewer discretion for later chapters, as it will get a bit descriptive in gore and such, so you have been warned...

Okay enough gloomy talk, I hope you're liking it so far, and thanks for reading, it means a lot to me, Bye See ya Have a good one ^w^