There stood all her old friends, Bonnie, Freddy,and Chica, all frozen in position. Foxy was tucked away in his cove. 11:45. Enough time to have a peep around. She just stood there, remembering the smell of the old place, greasy pizza and gym socks. Discusting. She walked quietly to the stage. She was the only one here. She looked up into Bonnie's eyes. She moved over to Chica, and touched her cold yellow metal. She smiled into Freddy's warm Brown eyes. She walked over to the other side of the room. Foxy. Foxy, Foxy, Foxy. Long ago, when she was only 6 years old, on her final visit, this was what happened.
Flashback:
There they were, the darned boys. Kicking at Foxy's legs, they laughed and called him a wimpy horrible pirate. Foxy was dented enough. Jenny ran up to the boy's and yelled back off, despite her mother's orders to stay away from that area. Foxy growled and leaned down, and before history could repeat itself, Jenny ran in front of Foxy and pushed him back. Foxy had obeyed quietly. Jenny had held on a minute longer than she needed to, finally having met her best friend.
Jenny remembered that moment clearly, and pushing back the curtain she looked at Foxy. He was more beat up than ever now. He had a bent snout. It was flat. She sighed sadly, and now made her way down to the office. The hallway was a mess. But that was nothing compared to the office.