Hi guys, thanks for all the follows and favs they mean a lot! Sorry I haven't updated recently it's because I'm ill, sleep deprived and generally annoyed. Anyways, enough with the boring ranting and back to the story! XD

(Bonnie's POV)

I entered the security room, where the night guard was hiding in the corner with a Freddy mask on. What, does he think we're gonna hurt him? I snorted. Ridiculous. The only person I wanna hurt is Foxy. As I scanned the monitor for the beast, I heard the hallway clock chime six. 'Dammit,' I muttered aloud as I quickly ran back to Parts & Service. We weren't supposed to be out when the kids were here or we'd be scrapped, courtesy of Mr Fazbear. Evil bitch, thinking he can replace us with plastic scum... ok, maybe that was a little harsh as we can't really blame the new animatronics, but they took everything away from us. Everything.

I growled as I saw Foxy in the shadows, scared of what I would do to him. An evil grin crossed over my face as I realized. Oh yeah. I share a room with him. Payback time.

(Toy Chica's POV)

Opening time. Yay! We get to meet more young children and PART-AY with them! I stood on the stage with Carl, my pink plushie cupcake, and waited for customers. I was still a bit confused as to why the other Bonnie was chasing Foxy though. Maybe they were playing late night tag? 'Meh.' I shrugged my yellow metal shoulders. It's a possibility...

(Toy Bonnie's POV)

I stood on stage with my pals, Chica and Freddy (and my beloved guitar) as I waited for visitors. The others seemed to be in the same process. You could say my life was kinda... boring, but I'm happy with it the way it is. Sing, rock on my guitar, eat pizza... what more could I want? My thoughts were interrupted by an eerie yelp that echoed throughout the whole building. "What the hell was that?" I asked my friends, but neither of them seemed to know. "It sounded like it was from Parts & Service!" Commented Chica. "I would look but we have to perform..." We listened out for more strange noises, waiting for children.

(Bonnie's POV)

I punched Foxy some more, oil leaking out his body. It felt good to get all this anger and aggression out of me. "I WILL HURT YOU 'TIL YOUR DUMB PIRATEY VOICE BOX BREAKS!" I yelled, because nobody hurts Chica. Nobody. "You know the kids can hear you?" Freddy suddenly realized, looking worried that we'd be in trouble or worse, scrapped. We all looked at the rusty door, waiting for somebody to burst through yelling: "RIGHT, I'VE HAD ENOUGH! I'M GOING TO SCRAP YOU, YOU WORTHLESS METAL A****!" or something along the sides of that.

(Chica's POV)

Although I was still sad, I immediately stopped sobbing in case anyone heard. I stared over at Foxy. My eyes filled with tears again when I saw what Bonnie had done. There was a massive dent in his chest and a large amount of fur was missing. He was crying animatronic oil, and whenever he tried to talk Bonnie held a fist up to his face.

(Foxy's POV)

I'm not usually one to cry, but what the lad Bonnie did to me hurt me more than a cutlass ever would. I tried continuingly to speak, but each time Bonnie threatened to hurt me more... and I'm sure that if I did my voice box would spark up.

I hated myself more than Bonnie did, and I wouldn't care if Chica came and beat the seven seas out of me... am I a bad fox?

Thanks for reading so far, and tell Foxy if you think he's a bad fox or not in the reviews... anyway, thanks again! X3