It was a normal day as the pizzeria closed. Foxy watched as the stage curtains slid to a shut. As he peeked through the purple fabric, he felt that same pang of longing. Not the one from when they had been caged in the Parts and Service back in Freddy Fizzle's Funhouse, the one ever since he had shut down in front of all the kids and bits of his endoskeketon poked through his fabric. He sighed and leaned his back up against the faded walls, once having a bright mural of an ocean and a pirate ship painted on it in loud colors. Now they were dull and scratched up in some places, showing the gray cement wall underneath. He wondered why only a tiny birthday party had come today, though. He didn't remember kids being that freaked out, even the electrician said it was just a tiny malfunction that had kids in no harm! Freddy peered out from between the red curtains, as if he too was wondering. But then he sat down on the edge of the slick wood stage, pulling out a piece of paper that had small rips in it as if it had been stored in his exoskeleton or something. Foxy stepped out, but quickly recoiled as Chica walked out on stage and sat beside Freddy. Chica murmured something to the leader, but he shook his head as it hung low in disappointment. Foxy flattened his ears. He walked over, not caring who was out and about now.
"F-Freddy?" Foxy walked over, sad and worried. If the leader was bothered, he should be too. Chica also shared his expression, but seemed to know more than he. Freddy took out another pieceof paper, this one a but more tattered as if stored longer. Foxy pointed with his hook, worried. "What's that?" He felt something crawling on his back that sent shivers up his spine, like he knew but not exactly.
Freddy looked up at the fox, his eyes distant. "I stole these from the manager's office. Yesterday's and Last Week's paper. Foxy, I wish you could have performed again before this... But at least now we know why you didn't..." He slapped the paper on the ground beside him and covered his eyes with his hands, quivering slightly.
Foxy flattened his ears and grabbed the papers. He couldn't believe his eyes as he read deeper and deeper into the Neighborhood Tattler, their towns very own papers. "We... We're closing because of unimaginably high debts and low budgets?" They couldn't be closing, they had done so much. Why had no one come to the mayors door with protests? If they had, why didnt they win? Foxy turned to Freddy, seeking more detail.
Freddy shook his head slowly. "Someone decided to make up some fake story about us and bought out our grounds, but not even the mayor knows who they are... All we know is they're real bastards!"
Foxy watched as his suddenly angered leader walked away with flattened ears, and despite being larger than any human he had seen, Foxy felt as small and helpless as a exoskeleton without a endoskeketon.