As Chica got closer towards Pirate Cove, her nerves began to pile up. She had only met Foxy a couple of times before, and remebered him with a hook and a eyepatch and a general terrifying air about him. She couldn't remember his personality. Was he evil and cunning, like his appearance?
Or was he something else entirely?
Eventually Chica stopped outside the curtian where Foxy lurked. With all her mental effort, she drew the curtain, and Foxy himself sat behind it.
He looked as menacing as Chica had remembered. His fur was a sleek scarlet, his one eye glowed canary yellow, and his hook gleamed a metallic silver. His teeth were alarmingly pointed and sharp. What remained of his red furry legs were covered in old faded trousers, but his chest was bare. His mysterious black eye patch seemed to hold all sorts of deep, dark secrets beneath his long vertical ears. He was definatley what you'd call a callous villian.
"F-foxy?" Chica's stuttering words made Foxy look up in suprise. He never had visitors - he knew everyone dispised him.
"I never expected ye to come here. What caused such an event?" Foxy asked.
Chica hesitated. Casually talking to someone so hated should of made her feel uncomfortable, but she felt the opposite. She was somehow warmed by Foxy's gentle enquirements in his thick Scottish accent, and she felt her cheeks flaming as he spoke. She realized he wasn't
"Chica?" said Foxy quietly.
"Oh, um, I just, um, came to , um..." Chica burbled. She was hovering in the hallway awkwardly.
"Come in, lassie. We can talk in here." Foxy gave her a tiny smile.
Chica was just about to walk into the hideaway when a chocolate-brown padded hand yanked her forcefully away from Foxy's enchanting gaze.
"How dare you go and see that fox!" Freddy thundered. He growled menacingly at Foxy. "Get out of my sight, you disgusting mongrel." he hissed. Foxy gave Freddy a piercing glare and looked at Chica regretfully before sliding his curtain into place. Freddy began to yell a angry lecture at Chica when he heard a distance clock ring six o'clock. He looked at Chica.
"Come on, Chica. we better start the day. But you're on night guard duty."