AUTHORS NOTE:
Decided to make another FNAF story. This one takes place during the second game. It's gonna be a two-shot. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Also, I know that The Mangle's gender isn't exactly confirmed, but I'm going to call Mangle a girl in this story. Rated T for swearing.
Discarded.
That's what Foxy was. Discarded. Discontinued. Left to rot. Torn apart.
But the kicker was that it wasn't just him that had been discarded and left to rot. Surprisingly enough, the other animatronics had been discarded too. Foxy honestly hadn't expected that to happen. But he wasn't about to say that the other animatronics didn't deserve what they were getting. They deserved all of it. They deserved to feel the pain Foxy had been in all those years. Apparently, they were being replaced. All four of them were being replaced by newer animatronics.
To be honest? This didn't bother Foxy in the slightest. That's because it changed nothing for Foxy. Perhaps it was a big change for Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie, but not for Foxy. Foxy had been discarded by the godawful staff ever since the... incident. For years Foxy had been left alone, and this loneliness caused Foxy to become what he was now. Cold, aggressive, and unfeeling. Foxy hated the whole world, he hated humans, and he hated every animatronic he was associated with. He hated everything. That's what living in isolation had done to him.
Foxy knew he would be lying to himself if he thought he wasn't having fun with this change. Because he was. He was having lots of fun.
It had been three days since the animatronics had officially been put out to be replaced with their newer versions. They had all been forced into a small, dark room in the building. For three days total, they had been left in the room. Foxy knew why they were here. They were going to stay here forever. But, again, it changed nothing for Foxy. He was still trapped in a dark room, left to rot. This was just a different room.
Boy, but the other animatronics were a sight to behold. Bonnie's face was gone, ripped off somehow. Foxy decided not to ask. Honestly, he didn't care enough to ask. He hated all three of them. Freddy was an absolute mess. The poor iconic bear robot had been torn up a little bit. His top hat had also been ripped from his head. Foxy hated Freddy the most, so he bothered to ask just to mock then animatronic bear. However, when Foxy did bother to ask Freddy in a mocking manner, the bear had nearly tore Foxy's head off. Foxy decided to leave it alone for now. And Chica? She looked scary as shit, to be honest. She had been torn a bit as well, and looked worn down. But to Foxy, she looked hella scary. Had she gained more teeth? Ah, Foxy didn't care. Chica could go fall off a cliff for all he cared.
So, here they were. All four of them, left to rot in a small room. They couldn't leave the room, they were barricaded from the outside of the room.
Foxy was sitting near the back wall, in the darkest part of the room. He had basically claimed this spot as his own. The hateful animatronic fox sat, staring at the other animatronics with mischievous yellow eyes. Foxy watched them. They were all completely still. Freddy was standing, but his blue eyes were closed and his head was down. Chica was sprawled out across the floor, and Bonnie was leaning against the wall in a sitting position.
Foxy decided to speak up since nobody had spoken in three hours. The fox flipped up his eye patch and took a good look at Freddy. Smiling, Foxy spoke up. "Ahoy, Freddy!" Foxy said, a mockingly friendly tone in his voice. He shifted his tail a bit as he watched Freddy.
Freddy slowly lifted his head to stare at Foxy. There was a feverish look in his blue eyes, but they seemed to be overcome with anger at the sight of Foxy. Instead of responding, Freddy just huffed in hatred and turned his back from Foxy.
Foxy grinned, his sharp metallic teeth shining in the dark. "Shiver me timbers, wha''s th' matter, Freddy Fazbear? Cat got yer tongue?" Foxy chuckled, his pirate voice still as raspy and weak as it had always been. Years of being in isolation and not talking to anyone caused Foxy's voice to be raspy. However, he still talked lie a pirate all the time.
Freddy didn't respond. Chica lifted her head and glared at Foxy. Foxy met her angry gaze. "Shut up, Foxy. Leave Freddy alone." She muttered drowsily before she laid her head back down. Bonnie didn't move, Foxy figured he was asleep or some shit like that.
Foxy grinned at Chica. "Oh, yeah? Who's gonna make me, huh?" The pirate fox growled, a dangerous tone joining in with his mocking one. He was looking for a fight, he was just that bored.
Chica didn't respond. She just closed her eyes and began to ignore. Freddy stayed poised in his standing position near the wall, with his back against the wall.
Foxy decided he was so bored that he would even bother Bonnie. The fox fixed his bright yellow optics onto the mutilated animatronic. "Ahoy, Bonnie. How are ye holdin' up o'er thar?" Foxy questioned, his accent thick as he gazed at the robot.
That was apparently a bad idea. This second Foxy spoke, Bonnie's head snapped up. His large rabbit ears twitched, making a cracking like sound as they moved. Bonnie paused, before he exploded. The rabbit animatronic gave a shrill screech as he stumbled up and charged at Foxy.
Foxy grinned and immediately flew to the side. Bonnie ended up barreling into the wall, screeching all the way. As Foxy nimbly leaped away, he backed up into Freddy on accident. The bear growled a deep throaty growl and shoved Foxy out of his way. "Move!" Freddy roared.
Chica immediately went over to tend to Bonnie. The destroyed robot was still screeching, despite Chica's attempts to calm him down. Freddy went over to them and began talking to Bonnie in a low, gentle voice.
Foxy watched them hatefully. He didn't understand why they hated him so much. Freddy was the one that had torn Foxy up, right? Foxy was torn up pretty badly himself, but he had been for years. It didn't bother him anymore. Hell, Foxy had to live with the pain of his torn up body for years. Bonnie only had for about three days. Freddy had been the one to tear Foxy up in the first place when the incident had happened. The fucker. Foxy curled his mouth into a frown and then shrugged his broad shoulders as he watched them.
"Alright, alright. I get it. Ye scallywags can enjoy yer owns wee club ye got goin' on o'er thar, I don't give a damn. I be gettin' outta here." Foxy spat scornfully. He began to move away from them.
Freddy lifted his head up to glare at him. "Whatever, monster. You know that there's no way out of this room." Freddy snarled.
Foxy tensed. Monster, monster, monster... There was that word again. A common way the other animatronics described him. Foxy closed his yellow eyes for a second. Without another word, Foxy lumbered out of sight and began to crawl up some boxes. He slipped out of the room through his secret exit. The air duct. He had never seen the new replacement animatronics, and honestly, he didn't want to. He just left sometimes to wander around, but he never bothered to look for the replacements.
The other old animatronics were much too stupid to be able to discover Foxy's secret exit, so Foxy just kept it to himself. Sometimes they would demand to know how he got out when he returned, but Foxy didn't tell them. He wasn't scared of those three shitheads.
Foxy peered out of the air duct and saw the building was dark. Ah, it was nighttime. Perfect. Foxy slipped into the building and began to hum softly as he began to wander about.
He looked around the building as he walked forwards in the stride he usually walked in whenever he walked. Foxy twitched his robotic ears as he wandered about, exploring the building. It felt good to get out for awhile, actually. Foxy still had no desire to look for the new animatronics, he just wanted to wander around.
After wandering for a bit, Foxy peered into a room he had never seen before. It was a large room with large doors. Wondering what was inside, Foxy took a step into he dark room. He began to walk about. He looked at the floor occasionally to make sure he didn't accidentally step on something. Foxy continued to hum carelessly as he bounded about the room, exploring it. It was dark, but Foxy was pretty sure it was some kind of party room or entertainment room. He wasn't sure. Everything in the building looked different. As Foxy glanced around, his eyes suddenly fell upon a figure laying motionlessly on the ground.
Foxy immediately jerked back and growled lowly. What the hell was that? Was that one of the replacements? Foxy studied it more carefully. It looked like an animatronic, but one that was completely destroyed. Foxy growled again in alarm and stepped forwards, surveying the broken animatronic with glowing yellow eyes. "Who are ye?" Foxy growled loudly. He reached a metallic paw forwards to touch the motionless heap.
But, before he could touch the ruined animatronic, it's head suddenly snapped up. Foxy threw himself back, screeching in alarm as he fell back. Foxy leaped to his feet and screeched at the animatronic. "Holy shit!" Foxy exclaimed.
The animatronic lifted it's head and veered it about before it's eyes locked with Foxy's. The mutilated animatronic blinked once. It looked just like Foxy. Just like him. Except this animatronic wasn't crimson, like Foxy was. It was white, but it looked a lot like Foxy. Foxy could only stare in alarm.
The ruined robot gazed at him. Hell, it didn't even look like an animatronic. It looked like an endoskeleton with a head and some other body parts. The animatronic blinked once, before he face contorted into a grin.
"Hellloo!" The mutilated replacement said in a loud, sing-song, gleeful voice. Suddenly, the robot lurched forwards, to where her head was right in front of Foxy. Foxy jerked back, his eyes wide in alarm. The animatronic looked Foxy over.
It then jerked it's head back and smiled at Foxy again. "My name is Mangle! It's very nice to finally meet you!" The ruined animatronic exclaimed gleefully.