Foxy's POV

Several days earlier...

Foxy felt his circuits being booted up. He attempted to open his eyelids, but failed miserably. So instead he stood there in darkness, as some stranger rummaged round in the back of his head.

His hearing was the first thing to return to him.

"Is he up and running yet?" A voice asked, their tone low and somewhat gruff. He guessed it belonged to either an old or middle-aged man.

"Not quite. Just need to fix some wiring and then he'll be ready" a more softer, younger voice replied.

He attempted to open his eyelids again, and this time succeeded. As his vision returned to him, he saw a middle-aged man with thinning, brown hair standing in front of him. The man wiped his brow and placed a blue cap firmly on his head "Eyes are working" he commented.

Foxy's jaw started moving by itself and his automated dialogue began to spill out of his voice box "Arrrr me matey's, tis I Foxy the Pirate!"

"Turn that shit off!" The middle aged man yelled at the one who was fiddling with Foxy's head.

"Let's make ol' Freddy Fazbeard walk the plank!" Foxy continued uncontrollably. Even his body movements were out of control, with his hook swinging round violently, almost as if he was acting out some sort of scene from his old shows. Please make it stop! He pleaded inside his head.

"I got it!" The other man exclaimed. Thank goodness. The automated dialogue stopped A and his arms were no longer swinging around. "There, I'm done" he said, closing the back of Foxy's head and tightening the bolts with a screwdriver.

The young man walked round so that he was standing in Foxy's view now "Hiya, Foxy!" He greeted. "I bet you thought you were put out of action for good, huh?"

Foxy nodded silently. "Well, you're in luck! The new management decided to give you a grand return! We only shut you off because we needed to mend your suit. The new management have also gotten you a new friend" the young man paused and chuckled "A new matey perhaps"

Foxy felt like crying. He had learned about his counterpart from a newspaper clipping which had been pinned to the wall. But when the day had come for the mechanics to shut him down, he had feared the worst and thought he was getting replaced.

He glanced down at himself and noticed that his old tattered suit had been replaced for a new one. It was the same as before, just mended. His legs were no longer exposed, neither was his chest, and he'd been given his tail back. When he looked around at Pirate Cove, he noticed that the entire place had been remade and was no longer in despair. It filled him with joy knowing that he could finally entertain the children again. Although he was a little saddened to see that the drawings he'd scratched into the wall with his hook had gone.

"Your new matey is up and running, so we'll leave you two alone for a while so that you can get to know each other"

The two mechanics departed. "You do realise they don't think outside of their programming, right?" The middle aged man asked the younger one.

Foxy didn't hear the younger man's reply.

The pirate fox looked around, his eyes falling upon his counterpart who was standing close to the curtain, her hook wrapped around the purple fabric as she peeked at the outside world. She wasn't like Foxy. Her fur wasn't soft or fluffy. She wasn't brown like him either, she was grey. As she turned to face him, he noticed that she had bright eyes, a pink muzzle and ruby red lipstick.

"Hi" she greeted simply with an awkward wave. She ended up waving with her hook instead of her hand.

"Hello" he responded.

"This is a nice place" she commented, trudging round pirate cove and running the flat edge of her hook along the boat that sat on the stage.

"It's what I have come to call home"

She smiled warmly "Your names Foxy... Right?"

"Arrrr... -I mean, yes." Those words came out in a pirate accent.

She chuckled "Nice name, very original" she joked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"What's yours?" He questioned. He remembered the first time he was booted the mechanics had stated that his name Foxy and then they ran him through the basics. That was in 1987, a couple of months before the bite. He shuddered and felt his jaw, a sense of relief washing over him when realised that it had been fixed and was no longer hanging by his neck. He could finally close it!

She gave him a smug grin "Guess" she challenged.

"Hm" Foxy grunted, lost in thought. She was female, and female foxes were called vixens, and the company had a habit of giving the animatronics unoriginal names, so... "Vixey?"

"Bang on" she replied with a brief point his way and a wink.

"Yours is very original too" he joked, a smile emerging on his muzzle. Foxy couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled. It felt like years. It probably had been years. Now that Vixey was around, maybe there would be some light in this darkened world. After all, he finally had a friend to share Pirate Cove with. He didn't want to be alone again.

Vixey was a stunning performer. She adapted quite quickly to her role and showed no signs of nervousness the first time the curtains to Pirate Cove opened up and they were greeted by a group of beaming children.

Foxy, however, had been nervous that day, but when Vixey was by his side, all his cares and worries went away. She was the best matey he'd ever had, as cheesy as that may sound.

He felt so happy after his grand return. He remembered the Fazbear gangs faces very vividly. They had been smiling at him. They hadn't smiled at him for a long time, not after 87'. They'd always been so cold towards him because they couldn't move around in the day. Maybe they'd be able to regain that ability under new management.

Vixey's roll was to serve as his first mate. She also had her own little song, and it was wonderful. Foxy sometimes got lost when he listened to her voice. Her songs were what kept him going. The dark times were far behind him now.