Chapter two

Marionette watched the fox have several nervous breakdowns before he actually took a moment to look at the baby, to then go back to having another nervous breakdown.

"H-how? I'm a machine!"

"Hm," The puppet sarcastically scratched his head. "Could have sworn you were flesh and bone nine months ago."

Foxy fell on his knees, holding his head in his hands. "I-I-I don't know anything about babies, and it's mother!" Foxy said as if he had found a solution to a problem. "Where is she?"

"Dead" The puppet said coldly. "Terrible tragedy, seems she had some type of medical condition before hand, luckily it wasn't passed on to the baby."

A cold sensation went through the fox. "She's dead?" Even though he never really got to know any of the women, Foxy never wanted to hear that one of them had died. "Who was she."

The puppet said nothing for a while, until he shook his head in frustration. " Foxy, how many women where you with?"

The fox shrugged "I don't know, like twenty"

Marionette slapped his own face in disbelief "You are quite lucky that there's only one."

Foxy nervously tapped his foot on the ground. "Who was she" He asked again

"I didn't really get a chance to catch her name, I think it was Betty, Bodie- "

"Beth?"

"Mh, that does sound fairly similar to what the emt's called her. But on to more serious matters" The puppet turned his attention to the baby in his arms. "The child has no other family, and as a father it's your responsibility to care for him."

"But-"

"You had your fun Foxy, and as I've told you before, everything comes with a price."

"But I -" The puppet silenced him as he placed the baby in Foxy's arms.

"Now with your suit all torn, your quite a hazard," Marionette said disapprovingly. "I suppose as a token of goodwill I could make you a little more child friendly." With a snap of his fingers Foxy found himself with a less exposed endoskeleton. "Consider this an early father's day present."

Foxy looked at his himself and immediately noticed something missing. "My hook!"

"You won't need it."

Already the puppet was beginning to fade, "Wait!" Foxy cried out "How am what am I suppose to do with it!"

Out of thin air a voice called out " Deal with it."

Foxy found himself in Pirates cove, and for a split second he had thought that maybe he had simply glitched for a little bit and everything had just been his imagination. But he was brought back to reality by something squirming in his arms.

"wehh The baby gently cried.

"Eh, don't cry." Foxy begged "I-um-"

A strange poof noise came behind him, causing the fox to jump. When he turned around Foxy found a rocking chair, and next to it a small table with a bottle on top of this. Next to the bottle was a note that said

-I suppose it wouldn't be fair if I didn't give you just a few essentials.

-Marionette

Foxy wrinkled his nose. "No good, rotten-" Another cry from the baby forced his attention to the bundle in his arms. Without really thinking Foxy grabbed the bottle and shoved it in the baby's mouth. "There that's better." He muttered nervously.

As Foxy fed the baby he tried not to look at it, though after a while he caved and decided that he might as well see what he was in for.

Squinting in the darkness Foxy took a second to examine the baby. "Your an ugly one." Foxy said as he looked into the bundle in his arms. He frowned as he looked at the pink wrinkly face. "You look like a sad sack of potatoes." Foxy had seen his fair share of infants, after all he lived inside a family pizzeria. Yet until this very moment he had never seen a baby as hideous as this one. The closest thing Foxy could compare this baby to was one of those alien things he had seen the kids wear as a halloween mask.

"Children look like their parents" Marionette came through the shadows

"Your still here!" Foxy said in disbelief. He waited for an answer but none came. Again he looked at the baby, "Was I really this ugly?" He knew the baby couldn't have inherited any ugliness from it's mother, they had all been so lovely, so logically that meant that the baby must have gotten it from him. "Oi, you poor ugly thing you." Foxy said apologetically

Then again Foxy hadn't remembered himself ever being so pink, and he had never had such fat cheeks. "Perhaps your a special kind of ugly."

Just as the baby had nearly finished it's bottle Foxy felt a strange feeling creep down his arm.

"Oh no" He moaned in terror. "No laddy you didn't" Foxy was about to put the baby on the floor so he could dry himself when he felt something strike his head.

"Don't you dare put him on the ground."

"Well where else am I gonna put it, unless it can magically float-" Another invisible object hit his head.

"Put him in his crib."

Foxy grumbled as he turned and saw a crib that hadn't been there a second ago. He placed the baby in the crib and quickly found an old rag to dry himself with.

"Now change him" The puppet demanded, before Foxy could ask what with a changing table appeared, again out of thin air.

"It's getting awfully crowded in here." When only silence answered him Foxy simply looked through the compartments before finding a diaper. "Alrighty laddy, bear with me, I've never done this kind of thing before." A small voice inside of him added "That's what she said." Laughing at his own joke Foxy didn't noticed as the tiny person beneath him stared at him with wide eyes.

In his short life the baby had never seen anything like the thing that was wipping his butt. All he could really remember was a lady, then something shaking, and finally the dark eyes and white face of the thing that had taken care of him all morning. He decided that liked this red thing, mostly because his arms were warmers than the puppets.

"Alright there matey I think your clean as can be." Foxy proudly stated as he held up the baby. "Unless you have any suggestions." Foxy said to the empty room. His response was a draw opening revealing a bunch of baby onesies , all looking very similar to the designs of the puppet. "A bit conceded don't you think."

"He deserves to look fashionable."

Foxy rolled his eyes as he dressed the baby in the hideous garment. "Oh ya, he'll look so less potatoie with this." He looked down to admire his work when he actually looked at the baby properly for once. "Eh, I guess your not that ugly." Foxy said as he ran his hand over the baby's cheek. He was more than a little surprised to find, how soft the baby was. He felt his servos speed a little faster as his eyes moved to the baby's head. Foxy chuckled to himself lightly as he examined the baby's dark red hair. He couldn't help but feel a bit of pride when he saw how similar it was to his own fur. Picking up the baby Foxy walked over to the rocking chair and watched the young human drift off to sleep.

"I guess this isn't so bad."

The next weeks passed rather calmly. The only thing that worried Foxy was the baby cries attracting the attention of the other animatronics. He didn't want to face Freddy's certain interrogations, or Bonnie's accusations, or worst yet Chica's obsession with babies.

"He's mine!" Foxy growled at nothing. "All mine."

Yet somehow the animatronics had not heard the baby. Foxy knew they hadn't come because they were ignoring the baby's occasional cry, none of the animatronics would ever ignore the cries of a child, so it only made sense of how nervous Foxy would become when the baby would get hungry, or cry because he was wet, or sleepy.

"There, there my little potato." Foxy whispered gently to the baby. "Ole Foxy gonna get you all cleaned up." For once Foxy was glad that a small baby bath with warm water randomly appeared out of nowhere. Though he didn't dare say thank you out of fear that the puppet would some how feel appreciated, " The Puppet didn't make no baby." Foxy thought to himself.

Dipping the baby into the water Foxy took a moment to watch the baby splash his hands in the water, before lathering him up with soap. "He's kinda cute." Foxy mumbled to himself. While he still thought the baby looked like a smushed potato, Foxy couldn't help but think that as far as potatoes went his was by far the cutest. Foxy loved the way the baby's face would get all wrinkly when ever he yawned and stretched, and he especially loved how the baby would smile when he slept. Though he'd deny it if the puppet ever questioned him about how he felt about the baby.

Foxy continued to wash the baby, not noticing the pair of eyes behind him. "Now we wash your little arms, and your little butt, and your little face."

"Believe it or not I'm sure he understands that he's little." Marionette teased

It took every ounce of Foxy's self control not to jump. "Oh sure, sneak up behind me! I'm only holding a slippery baby."

"Oh come off it." The puppet said with just a hint of sass. "You think I'd be the one to endanger the baby?"

Foxy winced at the suggestion, knowing how true it was. "Hey, I've only been taking care of him for a few weeks, I'm still learning."

The puppet didn't show it but he was rather pleased that Foxy was no longer calling the baby an it. "I just thought I'd let you know that the others are starting to get suspicious."

"Suspicious?" Foxy asked nervously as he took the baby out of the bath and onto the changing table. "Oh what?"

"Oh I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that you've disappeared off the face of the earth."

"Well I've been a little busy." Foxy muttered

"Oh yes, I know. But unless you want the others to know I'd say you better make an appearance soon." The puppet chuckled "I'd love to see how Chica reacts to the baby."

Foxy grabbed the baby defensively. "No"

The puppet smiled "well then, better go out there."

Freddy was pleasantly surprised when he found Foxy speaking with Bonnie on stage. It had been weeks since Foxy seemed to have gone back to his old isolating habits, but yet again Freddy had been proven wrong.

Or had he?

Freddy couldn't help but notice how fidgety the fox was being, as if he was bothered by leaving his cove. Still as he listened to Foxy and Bonnie speak he felt his servos and circuits warm a bit.

"And that's how you tune a guitar." Bonnie said happily. He continued to prattle on about all things guitar related when Freddy noticed Foxy glance towards his cove, almost as if he was worried.

"Something bothering you Foxy?" Freddy noticed how his friend jumped at the mention of his cove. "Bonnie, could you give us a moment?"

The rabbit nodded and left, even though he thought it a little odd that Freddy would need to have a serious conversation with the fox. "Wonder what he did." Bonnie thought to himself. "I guess it couldn't hurt if I went to investigate."

As soon as Bonnie left Freddy went on stage and sat next to Foxy. "I was worried about you, you've seemed so happy lately, and then after the first night with that new guard and we didn't see you for weeks." He turned to look at his friend. "Did something happen?"

"Oh shit" Foxy cursed silently "No-" He began but cut himself off when he realised that Freddy would never believe him if he didn't give the bear something. "Actually there is something, it was the night guard." He lied, "Don't know why but something about the kid, kind of reminded me about the others."

"Oh" Freddy said clearly surprised. He knew that they had all gone through a mourning period, Bonnie seemed to hide away for weeks at a time, Chica cooked nonstop. The toys had also to come to terms with what they had done but the puppet had been the one to help them through it. However it made sense to Freddy, that even after a year Foxy would have to come to terms with what they had all done. "You know you can always talk to me."

"I-I know Freddy, I just needed some time to think about it. Anyway" Foxy began as he walked back to his cove. "good talk, I'll just go back to my cove. Got week's worth of thinking to do." Foxy was forced to stop however when he felt Freddy place his paw on his shoulder.

"Why don't you stay, we can talk about it."

"But-"

"Foxy you can't go through this alone. Everyone needs help coming to terms with the past."
"But-"

"No buts, now sit and tell me everything."

Foxy felt emotionally drained by the time he had reached his cove. There was a reason he never thought about the past guards, why he repressed all the memories of taking dozens of people's lives. It was just too painful, and before tonight his whole repression therapy was doing wonders for his mental health. Until Fazbear had to go in with all his questions and undo the months of self denial that had help Foxy keep himself together.

He really hadn't thought of guards until tonight, they where a dying ember that while still hot couldn't hurt him. Now after three hours of a "helpful" chat had left him feeling, so very depressed.

Though as Foxy entered his cove he suddenly felt a small bit of his unhappiness drift away. "Hello my little potato-"

Foxy walked into Bonnie holding the baby. The rabbit glared at Foxy as he continued to rock the sleeping infant.

"It's six am, so I have to leave. But I will be back tonight, and you'd better have a very good explanation for this." Bonnie said in a dark accusing tone. "And if you so much as hurt this baby before I get back I will hurt you."

Bonnie placed the baby back in his crib before walking out of the cove, glearing at Foxy until he left. A wave of terror filled the fox as he watched the rabbit leave.

"Oh shit"