Summary: Foxy was alone- just because of that incident in 87'. The other animatronics hate him. He was left to rot... Until he was bought. Taken away by a man called Masashi Kishimoto, he was fixed up and modified. Then, he was sent back to Fazbear's. How will his once-friends react to his new change? "Foxy! Why do you have nine tails? What's that language your speaking? Wheres your hook?" "Nani aru anata oshaberi yaku?" 'He can still understand English. He just needs to learn to speak it.' -Kishimoto
IMPORTANT NOTE: Please read these notes at the beginning and end of the chapters. They will not contain anything other then chapter information and answers to important questions about the chapter. This story is entirely in Foxy's P.O.V.
Disclaimer: I don't own Masashi Kishimoto, the original idea for Foxy's new design, or Five Night's at Freddy's.
Prolouge
Children screamed in happiness, singing along with the four animatronics on stage.
It was that day... in 87'...
A child, a toddler by how small she was, climbed up on stage by the stairs at the very end of it.
The day guard quit the day before.. There wasn't much employment. Who was to stop her?
She ran up to Freddy with a joyful cry. Caught off guard, he turned to the girl sharply.
I was nearest to Freddy at the time. So, it could be called an accident if he bumped into me.
I tumbled off stage with a short gasp of surprise, "Gah!".
It could be called an accident if he whacked my tail, that was coincidentally connected to my endoskeleton, throwing me off balance and causing me to fall of stage. Couldn't it?
I felt something in my jaws, that were still open. By instinct, I closed them with slight difficulty. I heard a scream.
I'm sorry...
Red splattered into the air at the same time I heard a loud CLANK coming from my jaw that now hung loose, broken...
A forever reminder of what happened that fateful day.
I'm so sorry...