WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME PEOPLE. I APOLOGIZE IF IT DOES, AND IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO NOT READ THIS, READ THE NEXT CHAPTER IF IT HAS BEEN POSTED. THANK YOU, AND AGAIN, I APOLOGIZE

As Freddy finished fastening the curtains shut, he turned around to find Foxy.

Foxy just lay there. He sniffled occasionally, and twitched every once in a while. He stayed quiet, however, because he knew that if he was any louder than he was now, Freddy would just hit him harder. He knew this because it happened before. Freddy said that he was lucky the others were in the Kitchen when he cried out. Now, Foxy simply stayed quiet enough that only he could hear what he was saying.

Freddy could've laughed at the pathetic ball of emotion that was the once proud Pirate Captain, but it would've been to loud. He knew the curtains would muffle much of the sound, there was a limit to how much the purple drapes could hold back, and he didn't want the others to know exactly what happens in Pirate's Cove at night. There had been some close calls, but the others never found out anything to incriminating.

He walked over to the Fox, loudly cracking the joints in his endoskeleton's fingers and neck before pulling a stool up in front of the Pirate. Freddy proceded to sit on it, simply looking at the quivering puddle of Foxy before him. It was pathetic to watch.

The great Foxy the Pirate, brought to a quivering puddle at my feet. Freddy thought, smirking as he did so. To easy.

Foxy still just lay there, the stress starting to get to him. He began to twitch more violently when he did, and each sniffle was accompanied by a shaking breath. Foxy knew it would get him in more trouble, and tried to stop, but he couldn't.

Why is he just staring at me? Foxy thought nervously. Please, just do anything!

But Freddy couldn't hear inside Foxy's head, and would not have complied anyway. But eventually, Freddy lifted his foot and set it down on the side of Foxy's left knee as his smirk was replaced with a snarl.

"If you don't stop fucking crying, I'll break your goddamn knee." Freddy said through his teeth, almost spitting the sentence out.

Foxy quickly stopped. He knew that Freddy could, and most definitely would, break him if he wanted to. He waited for any instructions from Freddy, knowing that if he moved even the smallest bit out of line, he'll be broken beyond repair. It almost happened before, and the only thing that saved Foxy from having his arm torn off was that Freddy had gotten tired trying to stomp it off.

"Get up, you waste." Freddy spat out at the Fox, removing his foot from Foxy's knee joint.

Foxy quickly scrambled to a standing position. As he did so, Freddy joined him. Foxy was just a bit shorter than Freddy, but it was always so hard to look up at him. The shame of being what he actually was: a crying, sniveling mess of outdated mechanics.

Still, Foxy forced himself to look up at the older bear in fear and submission. Foxy knew what to expect, but it was so hard to cope with it when it actually came around to be. Like getting a needle at the doctor's office.

Wait, what? Foxy thought. How do I know that?

Foxy suddenly felt the back of Freddy's hand connect with his cheek, and he fell to the floor. He didn't pay attention, and the slap hurt more than usual.

Foxy caressed the side of his face that had been hit as he saw Freddy move to stand over him. He looked up at his oldest "brother" in fear, his eyes pleading for mercy. Freddy just rolled his eyes, as if this beating were a burden.

He kicked Foxy in the side of the hip, right where the leg joint connected to the torso. It knocked Foxy onto his back from his sideways position, and Foxy gasped from the forceful attack. Freddy shoved his foot under the fox's writhing form and flipped him onto his back. Foxy flattened himself against the floor, quietly whimpering, the sounds barely making it past his throat.

Freddy suddenly grabbed Foxy by the scuff of his neck and dragged him over to a spot on the floor right in front of the stage. Foxy weakly struggled against the strong hand, lightly tugging on Freddy's wrist. On these few tiles of the floor, was a dark brown stain. Freddy shoved Foxy's face in it.

It still smelled like copper, and brought back a flood of memories for the Pirate.

The little girl walked up to Foxy's stage, amusement and wonder sparkling in her eyes. She looked up at the tall, vulpine scallywag and laughed as he told one of his many stories of his old days being a Pirate Captain.

Foxy shoved the thought from his mind.

"Do you want Bonnie to find out about your little slip up?" Freddy said, motioning towards the stain. "What if I told him what happened, huh?"

"I-I. . ." Foxy whimpered, feeling the tears begin to form in his eyes.

"What would he think then, huh?" Freddy taunted further. "Just imagine it."

"I. . ." Foxy whispered, his lip quivering. "I'm sor. . ."

"Oh, what's that?" Freddy said, sounding shocked. "You're sorry? Listen, it's to late for that now."

"B-But. . ." Foxy whimpered out, beginning to cry.

"Stay away from my Bonnie," Freddy whispered, leaning in close to Foxy's ear, "or he'll know what kind of monster you really are. . ."

At that he dropped Foxy and left the Cove, leaving his little "brother" to wallow in his own sorrows and tears.

Freddy fastened the curtains shut behind him, making sure that they were closed completely. He went back to the stage, pretending that nothing had happened.

Author's Note:

Sorry if this offends anyone, I put the warning at the beginning so I hope that helps. I don't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable or insulted, so I apologize again.