I'm back! Hehehehe Lesh get on, shall we? But first…

TheMeOfTheUniverse: He stole my wallet q.q

Wolfy the Animatronic: :O I read your story before I wrote this- IT'S GOOD! DUN U BE SAYIN OTHERWISE!

Globe The Hedgehog: Hehee…..Yea, I'm not gonna disapoint you. Well, I hope I don't anyway. Either way, you're gonna be surprised x3 And I'm gonna explain that later on.

So guys, I want to note something for you: Next chap is flashback, and the 'familiar face' does have something to do with the bite of '87. I wanted to make Jack the victim, but I'm such a big softie! I couldn't do it to a 5 year old, I just couldn't. Yea, yea, I know, "JUST GET TO THE STORY, STORM!" fine, fine, here you go…(btw this is the end of the day that started in chapter one)

Foxy continued to stare sadly at the crack in the curtains- only it was wider now, since someone had come into his cove to fetch something and forgot to close it all the way.

He wanted to rip their face off. As torture as it was for Foxy to have then closed, to be concealed from the children, it was even more tortue for them to be open and to be exposed to the adults. Of course, if you peeked in, you couldn't see the animatronic fox in the darkness- but you could smell the decay of the place, rotting, falling apart. But it was still torture.

It wasn't that Foxy had anything against adults- it was that they had something against him. Constantly, they would pass by, and when noticing the curtains slightly open they would yank their children away from it, looking terrified. Older children who remembered the terrible event that happened 12 years ago (Yes, this story takes place in 1999) would glance at it, as if trying to gain the memory of it from when they were small, then veering away from it when they remembered. Foxy heard mutters in hushed tones outside his old cove, aswell.

"Did you hear what that devil did 12 years ago?", "Do you think their opening up that wretched place?", "Here he comes, ready to make '87 happen all over again.","When will they learn? They need to throw that piece of crap in the dumpster, ASAP!" Foxy wasn't mad. He was, if anything, heart-broken. All these adults who used to love him, all these familiar voices that used to cheer for him. Now they scolded him and reproached him; now they were full of nothing but fear and hatred.

Hours dragged by, tormenting him, until finally the Pizzeria closed, the cheerful songs stopped as Bonnie, Chica and Freddy finished up for the day. Foxy remembered that happy feeling- being proud of himself after a long days work. The joy the children, even the adults, brought him when they laughed at his pirate jokes or cheered for his adventure stories and skits. It was the only feeling of happiness he even remembered, really- twelve years of endless suffering had darkened his vision of the world.

Soon before the Pizzertia closed, Foxy heard distant talking outside of his cove. He listened carefully, and he could make out the deep male voice of Jim, the manager, and a gentle female voice he didn't recognize. Foxy realized she must be the new nightguard, as the conversation seemed to be about the security office problems of little power. Jim obviously wasn't mentioning the fact that the animatronics tended to bring painful death to the night guards. If he had, she would have run out screaming. Deadly robots do tend to be a deal-breaker.

At last, the time was 12:00 PM. He flexed his stiff limbs, letting out a small creaking noise. Silently cursing, he waddled over to the spare oil can that someone left on his old ship(they had a tendancy to put random things in pirates cove, because the Parts & Service room was almost always locked) and oiled put oil on his old, rusty joints, and did the animatronic equivalent of sighing in relief; he let out a quiet rumble.

After stretching a bit more, he peeked his head out of the curtains to look and see what was happening. He saw Bonnie entering one of the hallways leading to the office, not noticing him. Chica and Freddy were still on the stage, powered down-for now.

Then Foxy looked up at the camera monitering the outside of the curtains in Pirate's Cove. The red light was on, indicating that the new security guard was watching him. He felt a tang of pity, because if she was watching Foxy then they couldn't possibly know that Bonnie was about to reach their office.

Then the camera watching him shut off just as he heard a door slam and a curse from Bonnie sounding like, "(bad word) Endo! I'm trying to help you get into a suit!" Foxy sighed just as Chica's eyes lit up, and foxy immediately retreated back into the safety of his cove.

It went on like that for a few hours, Chica and Bonnie making foolish attempts to get into the office. Chica almost got there, too- but the new security guard was too fast, and they closed the door in time.

Foxy was almost impressed at the skill of the guard. It had been a very long time since one of the guards had avoided one of Chica's specialty surprise attacks: Almost as long as the time since someone had avoided Foxy's super-speed runs- which was close to never (I speak from expirience: Foxy killed me on the first night. O.o).

Alas, the night finally ended, and Chica and Bonnie sadly retreated to the stage, thinking they had let another naked endoskeleton left to suffer without a comfy suit. The night guard, on the other hand, ran out of the Pizzeria so fast Foxy, with his keen eyes, didn't get a chance to look at her. He hoped she didn't come back tomorrow, for two reasons: 1. Someone as clever as her didn't deserve to die, and 2. If she lasted a whole other night, Foxy wouldn't get to explore until she was stuffed into a suit- and god knows how long that will take.

Another one finished! Thanks for the support, guys :D I had a bad day, but I looked forward to writing this the most ;p Plus I'm going to see the premire(however it's spelled) of the new Hobbit movie today! HURRAY! :D Anyway, let me know what you think in the replies. :D