You all saw this was coming, Right?

If you didn't that's okay, and if you did, good for you! Nothing like a good adventure story to get your mind working….

So, without further adieu, I'll start this story, but first, some stuff about it you should probably know.

Rated: T. Reason: Violence, swearing, other serious stuff.

Updates: A bit random. Currently working on Father Vincent and may not update as often.

So...let's read.

I can't stop you so...go ahead. you earned it.

Also expect cover art to improve.

Also note: This is not a regurgitation of Cast away. I just thought the title would be cool.

And now, your story.

Chapter 1- Flight.

Foxy liked being warm.

This was a nice feeling for him, all warm and comfy, in fact, he felt like he was in a giant warm and fluffy cloud at the moment. And that cloud kept him warm, as he snuggled in it.

But then he remembered something.

The cloud felt….real. perhaps, a little too real.

Wait…

He didn't remember being in a cloud, in fact, he remembered that he was in Pirate's Cove happy and free with Chica having a good time until some mechanic had to do repairs on him.

He opened his eyes and looked around, and all he saw was darkness that made him question whether or not he had actually opened his eyes.

For a few seconds, he panicked and stuck his arms out, causing a huge THUMP! as he felt his hand smash into something, causing him to hiss out of pain.

He was unsure what he hit, but it sounded pretty solid and being lost in the darkness didn't help him figure out what was the situation.

Then, he his eyes. Personally, he thought was more of a hindrance than an actual tool. The bright LED's in his eyes always made sneak attacks never work on the night guard or one of his friends that he would occasionally scare for fun.

He never imagined that they would be useful except for making him lose at hide-and-seek with Chica (Which was more a hide-and-kiss-Foxy-as-much-as-you-can than an actual hide-and-seek game.)

He looked down and saw that the cloud he imagined he was sleeping in was just a bunch of packaging peanuts with some pink fluff in the box, which as strange as it sounded, felt way more warm and comfortable than his actual bed. He looked around some more and found that there were walls of wood surrounding him on all four corners and on top of him.

He looked around some more and saw nothing but wooden walls everywhere.

This lead him to one horrible conclusion.

The only reason he was in a box was because he was going to be scrapped.

NO!

He tried to slam the walls with his arms but his hand was still aching in pain from his earlier accident.

He tried to tip over the box and get out so he could stay in the place.

No! I will NOT lose this costume! I will NOT lose my friends and my chance of revenge! He told himself as he tried topple the box over with questionable success. But before he was about to tip over and smash the lid open, he heard a footstep.

When he did, he stopped what he did and played dead like he usually did expecting whoever it was to look inside the box and see what caused the rocking of the box, but that never happened. Foxy then heard the faint mutterings of a conversation and heard his name come up a few times. Not wanting to be left more in the dark than he already was, he put his ear on the wooden door and and heard the voice of his manager speaking to somebody.

"...so what do you plan on doing with him?" the unknown man.

"I don't know, we need to send him to to japan right now,"

"Why Japan?" Another person, a man probably in his twenties, with a bit of a squeaky voice asked.

"They need to re-create his blueprint," The voice of his manager said.

"Re-create?"

"There' gonna re-draw his blueprints from the costume," His manager said.

"I don't mean to sound snoopy, but may I ask why?"

The conversation was silent for a few moments.

"The truth," he said in a voice similar to a child about to admit a wrongdoing to his parents "Well, my sister is considering considering reusing Foxy's design in Franny's."

"Franny's?"

"Yeah, don't get me started," He said "Let's just say, she got jealous of my idea of the restaurant and made her version of this place. She also felt pretty sad Foxy wasn't being used enough and...so...yeah..."

He had never had heard of Franny's, but his main concern wasn't knowing who Franny was, but what was happening to him.

"So... basically send him to have his costume re-drawn?"

"Pretty much," His manager said.

"Mind if I take him now?"

"Be my guest." he said

He then felt something happen. All of his weight had shifted down to his behind and he was being rolled away. He figured he was on a dolly or something. He was desperate for escape, but he was in a box that he couldn't break and there were people outside.

He sighed and did what anybody would do in this situation: sit and wait.

He hated feeling powerless.

He then felt himself be wheeled up a ramp and onto some flat surface that hummed. Judging from the hum, he had the vague idea that he was in a truck of some sort.

"So...two to three weeks?"

"Probably."

Two to three weeks... he thought as he felt himself suddenly drop on something. And then the slam of one of the doors.

"Please...be careful with him." His manager said in a voice.

"Don't worry, he'll fly first class!" The other voice said as the other door closed, creating a silence in the room with the exception of the motor. He then felt the jerk of the ground and realized that he was being driven away. Driven away from Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria. Being taken from his home, from his friends, for the first time in about eight or however long he had been dead.

He sighed and sat in his box. And suddenly found himself fidgeting over if his friends would panic if they saw his cove empty, especially Chica, who was suppose to be on a date with him tonight.

After a few minutes of extreme panic, he took deep breaths, and found himself relaxing as he told himself the same thing a few times.

"Don't worry," he told himself "It'd be alright, it'd only be for two weeks, it'd not be that long…"

After looking around, he found no way to entertain himself without causing the driver in the back to pull over call the cops on him. So he shut down his systems.

And as he shut them down, he could only think of Chica and if she could get over him being dragged away to someplace, or if Bonnie could have anybody to play drums, or if Freddy could have a singing partner with his accent and his voice.

It's just for a little bit. he told himself as he got comfortable in the pink fluff and packaging peanuts. I'm sure they'll all be ready to see me again, especially Chica...

With that happy note, he then closed his LED lights and then fell asleep.

End of chapter.

Sorry if it's a weak start, but I think that it will get better over time.

Anyway, that's all for today, and I hope to see you next time