First FNaF fanfic :D Probably gonna suck, but whatever :3
It was a cold, stormy (Hehe, see what I did there? Stormy? No? Yea, I thought it was lame too…) day. Foxy was staring longingly straight again where the space between the two curtains containing him was mocking him. He could hear the screams of pleasure from children enjoying themselves, and Foxy wanted absolutely nothing more than to run out and entertain them, yet he knew he'd never know that joy again. He hadn't, not since that day in '87…..
Foxy imagined himself shaking his head, clearing his thoughts- after all, he couldn't move. He heard the same old songs booming, coming from the stage area. After decades of listening to those songs over and over again, one would think Foxy would grow tired of them- but no, he never did. They reminded him of the good days- the days when his former best friends didn't completely avoid his gaze and treated him like he was invisible. No, no- they didn't treat him like he was invisible. They treated him as if he'd never even existed.
He tried to sigh- but he for one, didn't have lungs, and two, he, once again, couldn't move or speak. If Foxy could cry, his old cove would be underwater by now. All these-these human actions were ones that he could seriously relate to.
He had been enduring this punishment for long, long years, dragging by one at a time. Foxy would rather die, he'd decided, than suffer this, but he knew it wouldn't happen. No matter how hard he tried. Banging his head against walls causing his ear to break off, slashing at his already tearing exoskeleton (his costume) with his hook, he'd even attempted to stab himself in the eye one time- it didn't do anything because he missed and sank his hook deep into his snout, which, as you can imagine, was quite painful.
Finally, as the day would come to an end and his suffering ceased, he would be able to move. He only came out of his curtains when he could avoid the grudging eyes of his former friends. Even the night was torture for Foxy, thought. His friends had something that happened with their programming, and they automatically sensed that there was a naked endoskeleton somewhere in the building. Foxy, for some reason, never picked up this programming. He knew perfectly well that they were stuffing poor, innocent humans into costumes and gruesomely killing them.
So why didn't he stop them?
The answer to that is perfectly clear: Foxy was scared his friends would be mad and attack him. Foxy also knew that once the guard was stuffed into a suit, they would automatically go back on the stage and fall into sleep mode. Due to that, sometimes, god forbid- Foxy just sprinted up to the office and got the job done so he could wander around while avoiding the other animatronics' gaze.
But that, that was before everything changed- before a familiar face changed everything.
I know it was really short but that was because I deleted a few paragraphs and it was the intro. First three chapters or so might be a tad short, but whatever x3 I'll do my best to make them longer. Let me know what you guys think in the replies!