Welcome to another story, or rather a collection of stories! These ideas weren't big enough for a full story, so I figured I'd find a way to use the fragmented, separated style of them to my advantage. Also, I've written my first full-length story (in a different community, but you can find it on my profile), so I've got a bit more experience under my belt. Thanks again for reading/reviewing my work, it means a lot!

Five Nights at Freddy's belongs to Scott Cawthon. The same goes for the rest of the pieces featured in this collection.

"Memories" by SpaceCat010

Foxy was skimming over the contents storage shelves in the back of Pirate's Cove for a manual, or more specifically, his manual. Sometimes, children get a little too rowdy, and things break. Nothing too serious, but enough to need to be fixed. The management would have taken ages to even notice, so Foxy usually brought it upon himself to preform his repairs. After he had found his manual, Foxy walked over to the desk and sat down. Flipping through it, his golden eyes stopped on a section of a page he hadn't noticed before.

'Odd,' Foxy thought. 'I don't remember this part being here.'

Curious, his eyes glanced across the text.

- In the event of memory loss or corruption, the memory button can be used to recall and reconstruct lost or corrupted data.
- When starting, all motor functions will be disabled to prevent the animatronic from ending the process early, which could result in further corruption.
- As time progresses, more memories will return as they are recovered. Full recovery can take up to one week.
- Memories that don't necessarily have to be recovered will still be reviewed in order to maintain integrity.
- Memories may not necessarily return in chronological order, but they will be remembered as such.

Foxy was naturally a curious being, so this was like finding a treasure chest to him; his memory of how he became a sentient pirate fox robot was extremely cloudy. A diagram was shown below the text, showing a blue button in the bottom right corner of the panel on the back of his head. Flipping the panel on the back of his head open, he felt around until he found what the page was talking about, and hovered his finger over it.

'Screw it, what's the worse that could happen?'

He pushed the button, and proceeded to drop to the floor, completely frozen.

[Begin Restoration.]

[Progress... 0%]

Images flashed across his vision, completely obscuring everything in his view until a particular scene was painted around him. A small boy, about 9 or 10 with red hair could be seen walking into Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a big, innocent smile on his face as he skipped around the tables in the party room. The sight of someone so careless, so free, and so energetic brought a smile to Foxy's face, although from the outside he had a completely blank expression.

Unbeknownst to him, someone was watching from the outside, and all they were met with was a red fox lying on the floor, arms and legs completely seized, the lights in his eyes flashing, and a thousand-yard stare, seeing absolutely nothing.

Mangle dropped to the floor at the sight of her Foxy, showing no signs of life or response to the pleading whimpers she made at him to wake up. As the minutes passed by, her cries grew into sobs as she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest and producing a river of tears.

The pictures flooding Foxy's mind stopped at a particular one, one of a mysterious lithe black and white figure placing a photograph into a secret compartment on the upper-left of his torso. After a few seconds, he woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily. After the shock had worn off, he noticed the crying vixen burying her head into his chest. She hadn't noticed his awakening, so it would have been an understatement to say that she was surprised when Foxy wrapped his arms around her and laid his head atop hers.

"Foxy?" Mangle asked, pulling away to get a good look at him.

Foxy gave her a sad smile as he sat up, putting his forehead against hers and hugging her tightly. The two of them stayed that way for quite some time, Mangle still shaking slightly from the experience of seeing a loved one so... dead. So lifeless.

"Don't worry, I'm still here, Mangle." The red fox said softly as he pulled away.

Mangle watched in slight confusion as Foxy gently pressed on the upper-left hand corner of his chest, causing a hidden compartment to fold out. Inside was a photograph of a child with red hair, standing in front of the Pirate's Cove at Freddy's.

"Who's that?" The white vixen asked, the gears in her head turning slowly as to the story behind the picture Foxy was clutching. Is this...?

"It's... Me."

Mangle felt around above her left breast, and pressed in, revealing a similar compartment. She pulled out a photo of a young girl around the same age as the boy in Foxy's photo, one with light blonde hair and a happy grin as she held a small toy from a prize machine. Foxy glanced over at the photo she was holding, and his eyes widened.

"M-Maggie?" He asked, his lip quivering.

Hearing that named caused memories to come flooding back like a speeding bullet, ones of her and a childhood friend, a childhood friend who went missing when she was around eight years old. Mangle turned to Foxy, tears slowly forming.

"Fritz?"

The red fox quickly pulled his vixen into a tight embrace, realizing what had happened to both him and his long time best friend all those years ago.

The two friends who had been reunited as lovers without ever realizing it sat in the window that night, arms around one another as they watched the soft glow of the moonlight shining down on them against the void of space.

[Progress... 22%]

In the words of Xengo (I know you might not be reading this, but hi!), ride fluff train everyday.