"There is so much more, beyond this wretched place. What's more, there's nobody to stop us from enjoying it all."

He could think. It was a fairly sudden realization, and at the instant it happened, Foxy the pirate fox was now fully aware of his surroundings. In the low light, he could make out a brick pattern on the wall. He assumed that he must be beneath the pizzeria. This assumption brought him back to the fact that he could now process information on his own. There were no directives, no rules and regulations buzzing around his electronic brain: These thoughts belonged to Foxy and nobody else. How he came to be stuck in a dark basement, leaned back against a pile of crates was still a mystery.

With a low groan, the fox pushed himself up onto his feet and glanced around, trying to get a feel for his surroundings.

Crates of cheap party favors, various posters and equipment confirmed that he was indeed beneath his home, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It was at that moment that Foxy remembered that he shouldn't be alone. The others must be nearby! He felt certain that the others wouldn't ever willingly leave him. As Foxy reached the basement door, he paused.

Felt. For the first time he could remember (in all of what little he knew), Foxy could feel. He was scared at first, then relieved to remember that he shouldn't ever be alone. The animatronic let out a long sigh and wrenched the basement door wide open, nearly tearing it from its' hinges.

Foxy walked up the stairs, his heavy feet making loud noises on the concrete as he rushed upwards. He reached the second door, that should lead right into the backstage area of the main party room. When Foxy opened the door, however, everything was wrong.

The room was destroyed, tables and chairs scattered about with bits of rubble from the walls and ceilings. The walls were riddled with large holes, leaving the framework exposed. For the very first time that he could ever remember, he spoke the first thing he could think of.

"Freddy?" He called out, seeking the other animatronics. Foxy paused for a moment, then called out once more. "Freddy Fazbear?"

He enjoyed the sound of his own voice, bouncing from the empty walls and echoing around the building. The silence was something he rarely had, even if he was stuck behind that damn curtain.

Foxy walked around the empty building for a few minutes, slowly picking at his brain to remember anything leading up to his awakening in the basement. Pictures and pieces swirled around his mind as he recalled the others ushering parents and children out of the store. There were loud noises and screams but no images to accompany them.

Foxy approached the large glass doors that lead outside. With a start, he realized that he could leave. There wasn't any reason to stay, was there? With a glance over his shoulder, Foxy pushed the doors open and stepped into the sunlight.

Freddy knew that he and his companions were free. There wasn't any form of directive tethering them to the pizzeria they called home. However, he knew that something was amiss. Children and parents running scared, panicking and crying! Freddy had no idea why, but he suddenly felt less protective of them. A piece of him said that his own well being must come first.

He quickly gathered the others, Bonnie and Chica. They felt as Freddy did, and they knew they should hide. Unwilling to leave Foxy unprotected, Freddy and Bonnie moved him into the cellar as he was inactive.

After they were certain he'd be safe, the three animatronics left the main room and hurried into the kitchen, bolting the door behind them. The sounds from outside were very, very loud and he was afraid. The ground shook and people screamed. Freddy kept himself calm, however. When Bonnie sat behind the counter, desperately trying to drown out the noise, Freddy comforted him.

They waited for hours, until all the noise stopped. By then, the sun had set and risen again.

Freddy carefully opened the door and stepped into the hallway. The building was a wreck, but still standing.

"Something bad is happening." He said aloud, causing himself and Chica to jump. His own voice was something he'd truly forgotten. Not that he remembered anything beyond the scope of this pizzeria. Chica spoke next.

"Foxy is in the cellar. He must be scared." She said. Her voice sounded much softer than Freddy's did. With a quick nod, Freddy led the others to the cellar door, stopping as they realized that it had been nearly torn off. "Foxy must have left."

The three called out to him for a moment, before Freddy glanced out towards the broken glass doors. Through the shattered glass, he could see Foxy standing in the open street, staring into the air.

The streets were empty, as far as they could see. Foxy turned his gaze from the sky, looking directly at his fellow animatronics. "It's empty. All the people are gone!" He said, now relieved that his companions had found him. To further his point, Foxy pointed up and down the street, at all the empty cars and ruined buildings.

Freddy spoke up.

"Everyone is gone. That much we can see. Somehow, we have no need to stay here." He gestured towards the restaurant. Before he could speak, Bonnie piped up. "We know something bad happened. What if it starts again?" He asked, anxiously kicking his feet at the dirt beneath him.

Foxy nodded. "Then we should go, before it does! Not inside!" he said, as his fellows turned to go back inside. The others stopped. Freddy turned around and took a step forward.

"Where will we go?" He asked, gesturing at the ruined buildings around him. Foxy repeated the gesture. "That doesn't matter... we're all alone."

This phrase had an immediate effect on all of them. They were alone, they could think, and there were no humans to prevent them from doing as they wished. Without thinking, Foxy took a few steps further into the road, looking up and down in either direction.

He joined the others, and after a brief debate, they decided that they would explore. First, it was decided that they would rummage through the pizzeria for anything useful.

The four made their way back inside, now talking eagerly about the aspect of exploring their surroundings.

Foxy made his way towards the guard's office, in an effort to find anything he could use. The doors were open, but only enough to peek inside. Foxy forced them open and stepped through, stumbling over the desk and nearly falling on his head.

As he regained his balance, Foxy found himself staring at the night watchman. The very same guard that had been there for almost two months. The man was curled under his desk, his knees pulled up to his chest. Unable to speak, the man just sat there in terror, his eyes never leaving the tattered fox before him.

"Hello." Foxy said, causing the guard to jump.