I know the games aren't in chronological order, I'm totally ignoring that for the sake of the plot.

Disclaimer: I don't own FNAF

It was easy enough to convince my parents to let me have free reign, the poor sods are good people, but totally inadequate to care for a genius. They don't say anything but I can tell they're relieved that Lavender and Veronica turned out average, the twin sighs of relief when Lavender's first word was "mama" (rather than staying silent for almost for years before spouting the fully formed sentence of "It's not my fault you're an imbecile incapable of realising that I am learning the whole language before implementing it."), was a clear indicator of that. It was at that point I realised two things, the first being I would have to work very hard to find an intellectual peer, the second being the important realisation that my parents were intimidated by my intelligence. All I had to do was mention a project and a couple of thousand dollars found their way onto my credit card (I had a feeling they were afraid I would steal it if they didn't supply, which honestly, was not an unreasonable assumption).

Needless to say, the second the words "will need more money" slipped into my mutterings at the dinner table (a habit I developed as a child), the whole family instantly had their eyes on me. Uncomfortable with the attention I shifted a little in my seat, making a move to leave, my parents exchanged glances. I could literally quote the silent discussion taking place. A raised eyebrow from mother dear meant: "What do we do?" a slight inclination of my father's head replied: "Well, first off, we don't let her leave." As I sat once again, they both sighed, knowing I had once agin 'picked up' on their 'code' (as I said, not the best people to raise a genius, they really need to stop trying to outsmart me.)

Eventually, father broke the silence by asking, "Um, so you won't have enough money for what, sweetie?" I almost rolled my eyes at the primitive tactic, he was trying to establish a relationship by imitating my habit of deducing people's intentions without knowing them or what they wanted, (I had honed it to a science and it often unnerved people as it made me look like some sort of telepath.) I shook my head sadly, I should be used to it, I outsmarted them for the first time when I was two and graduated their high-school classes with flying colours before I was old enough to be a freshman, of corse they wouldn't think I would pick up on the elementary psychology they were trying to deploy.

"I want to build something." Was my brisk reply, I didn't bother with the silver-tongued approach at home, I didn't need to. "An animatronic, a big one. It'll take about two months if I hustle. I'll be out of the house a lot, so don't worry if I don't come home for a few days." Other parents would object, mine just blinked sadly and wondered why I had been born so different.

I headed to my room and locked the door behind me, I pulled up an internet tab and ordered what I would need, then paid the fees and grabbed a bag, I had research to do. With an afterthought, I yelled over my shoulder, "If a package gets delivered, sign for it, take it inside and do not drop it!" I don't even wait for the reply before I'm out the door.

xX Line Break Xx

I wandered over to Freddie Fazbear's and sat outside, thinking. So, I would fix Foxy, then what? I knew he wouldn't be used, so fixing him seemed pointless and a little selfish. Just then, a man with purple hair and a blue uniform strolled past me and opened the door with a pair of jangling keys. I was curious and before I could help myself, my instincts took over and I saw everything about him through minor details.

[Thirty-five, lives alone, diagnosed with a mental disorder at childhood, possibly Asperger's more likely displays psychopathic tendencies. Little to no friends and family, but a therapist he visits twice a week that he doesn't like very much. Doesn't drink, doesn't do drugs, but he smokes. Never married, had a girlfriend recently but dumped her. He's a night guard here but he doesn't want to be here, could be because he gets bored, more likely because something in here makes him nervous. Worked here for a fair amount of time and had a goal in mind when he signed up, that goal has either been achieved or abandoned.]

I grimaced, like I said, it makes me look like a psychic. He smiled at me before entering the building, it was kind enough, but sent shivers down my spine anyway. I'll be avoiding him.

xX Line Break Xx

The next day, I slipped into Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria with a large bag slung over my back, I slid back into the cove and made my way over to the moth-eaten curtains. I was going to have to stay the night to get the majority of the first stages done anyway, so I was in no hurry. I adjusted the russet suit and moved it a little, giving me a view if the machinery inside, I sighed at the state of them, it was gonna be a long day.

xX Line Break Xx

Some time later I was still going strong, Foxy was lounging on his stomach with his eyes closed as I worked on his back, I had to tear the fabric off of his legs, leaving them bare and the new parts gleaming. I was torn from my work by soft footfalls. I frowned, the restaurant had closed long ago, it was easily midnight by now, so why were sounds coming from the hall? I prodded my mechanical charge gently and asked, "Foxy? Hey, Foxy? What's that?" He opened one eye lazily and muttered something.

"Hmm?" I inquired, not hearing him properly.

"'S probably Bonnie," He murmured quietly, "'e's always active firs' an' 'e's the only one who takes this hall." This perked my interest, so the others were active at night too… interesting. Suddenly, the padding grew louder, like the source was getting closer to the curtain. A cold wave of fear spread through me. I didn't know why, but a strange sense of foreboding was eating away at the pit of my stomach. A low, haunting chuckle filled the air and I had to stop myself from squeaking.

"That doesn't sound like Bonnie." I whispered fearfully, all to familiar with the purple rabbit's youthful, pre-pubescent tones. the laugh seemed to have caught Foxy's attention too as he looked up and cursed, in his own pirate like way of corse.

"Wha's Fazbear want with me?" he asked himself, I couldn't supply an answer. As the footfalls approached, I squeaked and backed up against the wall. Foxy was looking at me strangely and he turned to the curtain, snaking out and leaving me alone.

xX Line Break Xx

Foxy wound his way through the curtains and slid into the open. He didn't want to stay long, Scarlett was clearly intimidated by the fact that Freddie was here and the lass had seen enough as it was.

"Foxy?" the bear's smooth voice called from the darkness, "Where are you you silly canine?"

"'m 'ere." Foxy muttered, "What you want Fazbear?" Freddie sighed fondly at the fox's annoyance.

"No need to get riled up, I'm just worried. It's almost three and you haven't even poked your nose out yet. Are you okay? Are you having trouble moving?" Foxy sighed at the questions, his state of disrepair had been the subject of much discussion recently, the others offering up parts and asking him if he wanted things, treating him like some sort of cripple.

"'m fine. Not feelin' it tonight." Foxy grunted, hoping to ward the bear off, unfortunately, Freddie seemed to want to chat.

"Scarlett came by today, with her sisters." The older animatronic informed him, sighing softly. "She disappeared for a bit and didn't turn up until the end of the day. "I'm not sure where she went, but she looked as if she was heading in your direction." Foxy only huffed, thug on the inside he was nervous as a little kid on their first day of school, was the bear onto them? "I'm sure it was nothing though." Freddie continued, moving into the shadows, out of the line of sight of the security camera as the light blinked on. Foxy stepped forward to follow him and his new legs caught the light, the new metal shining in the hall lights. Freddie frowned, "Are those… new?" He asked slowly, "The repair guy hasn't come for weeks, but those look like they were installed really recently… and when I saw you three days ago your legs were rusty as hell and you could barely walk on them."

Foxy grimaced and stepped into the shadows with the bear who grabbed him gently but firmly by the shoulders and pulled the smaller animatronic so he had to face him. "What's going on Foxy? You're acting weird and you look really different. The suit on your legs has completely torn away, but you don't seem to mind, that, and you were talking to someone before I came in. Come on, I thought we were past the secrecy and lone burdens. What I did after Eighty-seven was the perfect example of what I can do when I don't know the whole story. I practically tore you apart and you didn't mean what you did, it was instinct."

Foxy sighed, evaluating his options. Freddie was right, he probably should tell the bear about what Scarlett was doing, but on the other hand, if he didn't approve, it was over and the girl would be in trouble if not downright danger. He wasn't sure of what to do. Both fortunately and unfortunately, Scarlett was a curious person and even fear wouldn't hold her back for long, as such, fate decided it wasn't his choice to make.

xX Line Break Xx

Freddie sighed, he wished Foxy wasn't such a lone wolf, fox… whatever… He never seemed willing to open up to him and the others and always needed that little push. He had a surprisingly low self-esteem for a pirate and was prone to keeping secrets and repressing information. Eighty seven had been awful. He had luged towards the blood coated fox before knowing the whole story. It was a minor miracle Foxy had survived and a real one that he had forgiven him. Needless to say, he was constantly trying to get Foxy to come out of his shell.

Just then, he saw the curtain moving and a pale face peeking out. It was a tentative but clear movement and he turned to it. It wasn't an endo, far to small and there are no suits with fur even close to that shade, so it was a person, a child. A child, at almost midnight, coming out of pirate's cove. He turned on Foxy. "What is this?" He asked accusingly. The child huffed indignantly and stepped from behind the curtain. It was Scarlett. Scarlett Moriarty, the child of Eighty-Seven as the others called her.

Foxy is stammering, trying to cover himself, Scarlett saves him the trouble.

"Isn't it obvious Fazbear? I'm returning the favour of Eighty-seven."