Hey! This is my first fanfic, so...yeah. xD I've been into Five Nights at Freddy's for a while now, so I decided to write a story for it! Another thing you may wanna know: English is NOT the language I grew up with, however, I will try to make it acceptable! I hope. Feel free to inform me about my mistakes! But please…don't be rude. Anyways, here we go! :D

Chapter 1 - Eyes

Foxy sat in his Cove. Alone. He wasn't used to solitude and sadness, for he had always been quite cheerful and happy-go-lucky. But it had all changed. Pictures of blood flashed in front of his dull - looking eyes, cries of agony, horror and pain filled his ears. He let out a quiet growl; however it quickly faded into a soft whimper. This was is, huh? His new future. Left to rot, alone and forgotten by the people who once adored and now feared him. He looked at his once shiny, orange fur and shuddered as he saw the color of red and felt a certain dampness all over his robotic body. It was horrible. All he could do now was waiting for Freddy to come in and kill him. He deserved it anyway.

"Damn," the animatronic hissed as he slowly rose to his broken, skinny legs. He was a mess. That was the best way to describe him now. He used to be happy, loved, shiny and energetic. Now he was just a pile of scrap covered in blood and mucus. "That be jus' great. Jus' great..," he mumbled, followed by a growl of pain emitting from his furry chest. Shame and guilt overwhelmed him when he stepped out and noticed the sign. 'SORRY - Out of order'. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw something brown in the corner of his flickering eye. 'Oh no..'

"What do ye want, Freddy?", his voice was a husky whisper now. He had no more power left within him. Physically he felt just fine, but something in his head prevented him from growling, acting as if he didn't care…even defending himself. He was broken. The fox looked up when he didn't receive an answer and was met with the coldest, most disappointed eyes he'd even seen. Those blue orbs bore into his soul, or what was left of it. The fact that the intimidating bear animatronic was about three feet taller than him wasn't helping at all. Freddy let a sigh leave his frowning mouth and stared at the sullen fox. "Why, Foxy...? Why would you do this..? Do you have ANY idea of what trouble you got us in? I don't think so." The bear's voice was calm and smooth, though it was very clearly audible that he was struggling not to yell and let his anger show. Freddy knew that screaming wouldn't help at all. Even if he felt like ripping that fox' head off.

"….I don't know, Fred…", was all Foxy said, his voice raspy and shaky. He looked away, away from those blue, icy eyes.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

Foxy was uneasy and tried to avoid this whole situation. So he quietly made a move to return to his cove, only to be grabbed by the throat viciously.

" I TOLD YOU TO LOOK AT ME!" Freddy roared and his voice wasn't as peaceful anymore. Oh, those horrifying eyes.

"Get yer hands away from me, ye poor excuse fer an animatronic!" Foxy screeched, immediately regretting what he had just said. He covered his mouth in fear and stumbled backwards, shaking his head wildly. "NO, I DIDN'T MEAN IT!" But it was too late. Freddy lunged at him and with a simple bite, broke his neck.

...

Foxy awoke with a jolt, his 'breath' was shaky, so was the rest of his body.

" 't was jus' a nightmare…jus' a nightmare…". While looking around, he figured that he was still in Pirate's cove, however, it was surrounded by yellow and black striped duct tape. Then it hit him. It was real. This 'nightmare' had been just another reminder of the gruesome and heartless act he had committed only a few weeks ago. He needed a bit of time to regain his senses, but now he remembered clearly. Cold air surrounded him and he felt as if his whole body was freezing, even though he did have quite a bit of fluff on him. The coldness reminded him of the coldness he had seen in Freddy's eyes, they made him shiver. It felt so real, it was unthinkable to think of it as just a dream. It had been too real. "Oh man, I really gotta get outta 'ere," the pirate mumbled and slowly left the stage. There was a clock on the dark, now blood-covered wall, telling him that is was 1 am. 'Ah, the guard must be here', he thought and looked around. Pirate's Cove was located within the Dining Room, so the chance of getting caught by Freddy Fazbear were pretty high, since the bear spent most of his time there. Freddy, much to Foxy's dismay, was eying him, but kept calm. He just…stared. But that stare told Foxy everything he needed to know, and he slowly moved backwards…only to find himself bumping into something, or in this case, someone. Bonnie.

"Ey, Foxy," the bunny greeted, but his voice was just as cold as Freddy's eyes. Foxy yelped and backed off, right into a table. He stumbled and landed on the floor with a 'thump'. Bonnie just walked away, without even caring. Humiliated, Foxy returned to his cove, shoulders slumped, ears flat against his head. He could feel Freddy's eyes watching him. Those eyes. So cold.