Chapter 2- Forlorn Foxy

Foxy's POV

1987

1987

1987

Those numbers repeated itself, over and over in his head, making him grow angrier each second at seeing the others, watching him, being humiliated to the points of him crying. But no, he would not cry, he already had shed all his tears on the girl he bit, and on how unfair his life was for him, especially when he compared his happy past life with others enjoying his performance, instead of being the decayed, worthless garbage the others thought he was. And he would certainly never beg, as it was also part of his programming, he was brave, courageous, and kind, with a huge sense of pride and honor. And he would certainly never beg from these savages, who caused him pain 24/7, and had to live with it for all those years of solitude and apathy.

He was called many words that made his day and life, often by the others whenever they passed him or when they started to hurt him more. Scrap Metal. Junk Pile. Useless. But one of the ones he hated the most to be called was worthless, which was what was exactly what Freddy used to gloat.

"Worthless, worthless, worthless, you are nothing but a fox that is going to be thrown awaAAAAYYYYY!" Freddy yelped, as Foxy was able to condense a surprisingly amount of strength from his current position to shove the foot that was on his chest, off of him, sending the bear off balance, making him fall flat on his ass. As he tried to run away however, despite his amazing speed that made him known for, the others were much closer than before, and grabbed him, holding him until Freddy came up, breathing angrily.

Growling, Freddy delivered harsh punishment to Foxy, who tried unsuccessfully to kick back at Freddy, who only swatted them away carelessly as he punched the fox's already beaten frame more and more, unrelenting, After a while, he stopped, only to look at Foxy in the eye. "Beg me to stop" he said, a grin forming on his face. Foxy stiffened, but then glared at him, replying with the same answer he always had.

"Never, I will never beg for mercy from the likes of you!" Freddy then curled his lip

"Suit yourself"

He then delivered even stronger and more brutal punches for what seemed to Foxy, still refusing to beg. for a decade, until he finally told the others to let go and drop him, letting him fall on the tiled floor, oozing out oiled tears, and gasping for breath, as he felt his metal ribcage cave in, experiencing that familiar feeling of loneliness and helplessness being vulnerable to anything else Freddy, or his crew, might dish out upon him.

Grunting, Freddy then told the rest of the group to leave his pitiful state without help and for Golden Freddy and Mangle to place him in Pirates Cove, warning Foxy with the same words that he had used for the past 10 years: If he came out again, it will be much, much worse, and that he is still lucky to be alive, and that he should just go away to give them peace.

However, simply hauling around a metal skeleton was not easy, so it took them roughly an hour for the pair to haul Foxy's body to the wooden platform, where they then just threw him against the wall, and left. Minutes later, he woke up, remembering what happened to him, and then just sat down, with his knees up to his head, and wrapped his arms around them.

Crying, and sobbing in his knees in the place he had to call home, Foxy saw the looks the others gave him as they left his Cove. Sinister, amused, cruel looks as they passed him by, the worst one of all from the one he used to love, Mangle, who, with Golden Freddy had his hand wrapped around her waist, giggled before leaving, giving him a smug expression.

Sighing, after collecting himself for the past half hour, Foxy remembered how he had found Mangle, scrapped up in a pile, and how he took tiring hours to find the missing pieces and to put her back together again, thinking he finally found a friend, and hoped for more. She, at first started out by teasing with him, playing good-humored jokes and games while the others played on stage for the kids during the day hours. In fact, when Mangle had started to warm up to him, they have even kissed, as Foxy still remembered it fondly.

They actually had the relationship strong for a good year, until Old Bonnie, who had his mask fixed by then, found them, with him leaving, apologizing, taking away with him both his interest with Mangle, as well as her attention. After that, things all went downhill, when Mangle had then started to go out with Bonnie more than Foxy, and when Foxy kept an eye on her, he found something that devastated him. Both of them, Bonnie and Mangle, kissing in the main party room, which looked like it was going to turn out to be more than just that, made him just go back to his stage and mourned, betrayed, shedding tears.

When he confronted her as soon as she came back and angrily asked her why, she just said offhandedly that their relationship was over, now that she had, as it went, "Found more of a man in the rabbit then from one of her own species", and just left him there to suffer. This led to Foxy arguing with himself, wondering why Mangle had left her after all he had done, until Bonnie came in to tell him about how he and Mangle were getting along great, without Foxy being in the picture anymore.

This tipped Foxy over the edge, resulting in a fight, which Freddy then intruded, and punished Foxy, not Bonnie, in an unfair two versus one as they taught him never to mess with their own personal business. That cost Foxy the fur on his chest, where it showed three gash marks in a diagonal slash, along with his leg fur, showing the endoskeleton underneath as he lied himself on his bed to sleep, thinking about what Freddy had just said, just before leaving his home. The phrase still hung fresh within his poor, beaten memory.

That he should just go away to give them peace

Foxy chuckled to that, thinking that if he left, no one would even notice, but then, thought more of it, warming up to the idea. If he left, that would mean he would have to go to the outside world, the streets, the dangers, but hell that was better suited for him than if he still stayed in his cramped Cove. Ideas came to his head, sparking up; Freedom, no one to look out for but himself, live a lonely life, defend for himself, do what he wanted, and to have barely anymore bad times or memories to add to his collection, decades and decades of repeated abuse and pain still fresh in the circuits and in the data banks connected to his CPU.

Foxy finally made a decision that night, he would leave tomorrow, and no one would know or check in on him, in fact, why would they? He was just an invisible pile of scrap metal, who no one cared about, well, except maybe Marionette, he always sympathized with him, and perhaps he can help him?

Foxy didn't really have enough time to think about that before the curtains to his stage opened up, being greeted by very familiar face, which caused many, bad emotions, to course through his body, but yet, still a little feeling of sadness and dejection, as the intruder walked in on him.