A/N: Heh. It's been awhile hasn't it? Heh. In all seriousness, yeah, it has been awhile. I didn't expect school to suddenly overwhelm me when I posted the last chapter and fully expected to upload another soon after that. But now we're on Summer Break and ready for some writing! All I can say is thanks for still reviewing/following/favoriting this even after a two month hiatus. And as an apology here's a long chapter. We get some plot in this one, so yay PLOT!

EDIT: Forgot to add the page breaks.


- About an hour later-

Foxy grit his teeth and screwed his eyes shut, he growled lowly under his breath. The man sat cross legged on the floor in the semi-darkness of the dining hall, light from the street lights filtered in from the front door casting the room in shadow. Someone clicked their teeth in disapproval.

"Ah, quit your whining," Bonnie chastised. She sat in a chair directly behind him, she had been attempting to work the knots and tangles out of Foxy's thick hair for a while now. She had managed to get most of them out, but currently the brush was lodged on a particularly stubborn knot.

No matter how hard she pulled or teased the tangle it wouldn't come loose. Eventually, she sighed in resignation.

"I'm gonna have to pull this out, it ain't gonna feel good either, so grit your teeth."

At her words, Foxy slowly looked back at her, his amber eyes silently reflecting his discomfort at the thought.

"Don't give me that buddy, it's your own darn fault for not keeping up with this, so suck it up." She scolded, a smile on her face.

"On three then?" she asked.

Foxy merely narrowed his eyes pleading one last time, Bonnie stared stoically back. Foxy sighed and nodded, turning around again.

"Okay then. One…two…"

"Uh, Bonnie maybe I should do it." Chica interjected from where she sat on the edge of the table closest to the pair where she had been previously silent.

Bonnie yanked, pulling the hairbrush free. Foxy's following yelp echoed off the walls of the restaurant. Bonnie glanced at the women.

"Nah, I got it." She said with a grin, waving the hairbrush triumphantly. Foxy groaned and gripped his head.

"Can't you be a little gentler Bon?" he whimpered.

"Nope." She said as her grin widened.

Chica merely shook her head at her teasing. Voices drifting down the hall directed her attention to Freddy and Mike as they exited the West Hall.

Their hair was still damp from the soaking Bonnie had so graciously provided earlier.

"The water isn't a problem." Mike reassured Freddy as they joined the group. "The missing alcohol may not even be a problem either honestly, if he hasn't noticed in 20 years he won't notice now."

Freddy nodded thoughtfully. "I agree. That man's not th' brightest." He turned his attention to the 3 before him.

"How goes it?" he asked.

Bonnie didn't seem to hear as she was currently concentrating on pulling strands of hair from the brushes bristles, as Chica looked on with concern growing on her face.

Foxy looked up and grinned guiltily. "It coul' be goin' better." He admitted. "How's the injury?"

Freddy looked confused for a moment, then he realized. "This?" he asked, running a thumb over the bandage crossing the bridge of his nose. "I'll live, I'm pretty sure."

Foxy grinned sheepishly. "Sorry 'bout that, matey."

Freddy waved it off. "Water under the bridge."

Mike silently observed the exchange, waiting patiently for them to finish their conversation before asking his own question.

"So." He started awkwardly. "What now?"

Foxy and Chica glanced at him questioningly while Freddy gave a pointed look, Bonnie remained engrossed in her brush.

"What do you mean?" Chica asked.

"Well…" Mike began, "I only have a couple of hours left in my shift, meaning you guys will have to get ready for the day. Foxy doesn't have anywhere to stay while you all are busy." He sucked in a breath. "Also, we need to figure out what he can wear. He can't really wear the spare security suit forever." He added dryly.

"There's also the problem with the little flood in the Cove. We don't really have anything to pick up that amount of water." Bonnie mumbled quietly, apparently she had been listening. She pulled out one last strand of hair before examining it with a critical eye, she nodded once and placed the object to the side.

Chica placed her chin in the palm of her hand. "Well, you have a point. What do you propose?"

"I suggest we clean the Cove out first, so Foxy has a place to go today." Freddy answered.

Mike suddenly had an idea. "And I can bring some spare clothes from my house." Mike sized Foxy up. "You look about my size, taller though, but they should do. At least for now."

"Then that takes care of that." Chica hopped from the table and stretched. "I suppose we should get started then?"

Mike nodded. "Probably. Let's see what I can find in the Janitors Closet."


A couple hours later Mike was preparing to go home. The Cove was now spotless. All bottles and shards had been removed and disposed of. They were fortunate to have found a mop within the Janitors Closet, which soaked up the water like a sponge.

Mike had quietly gathered the old suit into a bag and slipped it in with the rest of his belongings. Maybe he could salvage it somehow.

Suddenly his phone alarm went off, signaling the end of his shift. Mike gathered his things and exited the office. Entering the lobby he called out to the others.

"Alright guys it's time to get back into your su-." He stopped mid-sentence. Freddy, Bonnie and Chica already stood onstage, suits already on, slumped forward in their usual position. The curtains to Pirates Cove were drawn shut.

Mike smiled to himself and rolled his eyes before calling out. "Alright, I'm going home. I'll see you tonight." Chica and Freddy waved in farewell, while Bonnie gave a mocking salute, then all three promptly fell back into position.

Foxy poked his head out and gave an almost awkward good-bye, he hadn't known Mike that long yet after all, and made to slip back into the Cove. Before he could though, he was stopped by Mike.

"Oh, that reminds me Foxy. Here." He handed the man a small plastic bottle that rattled noisily.

Foxy looked confusedly at the bottle and then back at Mike.

"What be this?" he inquired.

"Aspirin." He answered. "It's for headaches and stuff. Believe me. You'll thank me later." Foxy glanced back at the bottle one more time before shrugging and slipping it into his pocket.

"Thank ye. I think."

"You're welcome." Mike glanced at his watch. "I should really get going before the cleaning crew gets here. I'll be back tonight."

Foxy nodded. "Sleep well matey." He added before slipping back into the Cove.

Mike exited the restaurant and re-locked the doors behind him, before tiredly making his way home.


Turns out Mike had been correct in his assumption. Not two hours later a terrible migraine had set in, a side effect of a hangover, not the first time the fox ever had one, but could definitely be categorized as one of the worst ones to date.

Accompanied with the greasy smell of pizza that had begun to waft into the Cove causing his stomach to do somersaults, and the incessant shivers, made for one miserable fox.

Foxy once again sat in the back of the Cove digging his fingers into his scalp and groaning. His ears flattened against his head, and his tail curled at his discomfort. Every time he drank he got a sharp reminder as to why it was such a bad idea. A few hours of forgetfulness was not worth this agony. Maybe.

Foxy shook his head and sharply slapped his cheeks hoping to gain some coherency back, but he only succeeded in making the problem even worse if that were possible.

He groaned once more and stood, taking a moment to allow the walls to stop churning using the old ship for support before stepping from behind it and stumbling to the front of the Cove.

He gagged as he neared the entrance to the Cove, and he soon found out why. Someone, he guessed Chica, had set a plate of food, presumably for him.

He stooped down to better inspect the contents. It was just slice of pepperoni pizza and a small cup of some soft drink. So that was why the smell had been so strong.

He picked the slice up with his thumb and forefinger, holding it up like it was a disease. He brought it up to his nose a sniffed, after a moment's hesitation, he nibbled on the edge of the slice, his stomach churned in protest causing him to gag again. He dropped the slice back on the plate and pushed it away. Good intentions or otherwise, he was not eating that.

Instead, he picked up the small cup and took a sip. Just as he suspected, it was a sugary soft drink, and was a lot more appetizing than the pizza. He straightened and, with the small plastic cup clutched in his hand, he trudged back to his refuge.

He placed the cup down and plopped down next to it, causing a strange rattling to sound from his pocket. Foxy cocked an eyebrow and reached in to withdraw the small plastic bottle Mike had given him earlier. He had completely forgotten about the exchange that morning. What had he said again? It was supposed to remedy headaches and that he would be thanking him later?

It was at that point that his own migraine decided to spike up, causing Foxy to drop the bottle. He cringed and brought his hand to his face to massage his eyes. Dammit.

As soon as the throbbing in his skull lowered to a more manageable level he retrieved the fallen bottle and examined its surface. If its intended purpose was to serve as a cure for headaches maybe he should try it. Even if it doesn't work, it was worth a shot.

With his mind made up, Foxy popped the bottle open and dropped two of the tiny pills into his palm. He eyed them warily. Never having taken any form of medication in his existence was a valid reason for his caution.

He narrowed his eyes and slipped them into his mouth, taking his drink he downed the contents swallowing the medication with it. Hopefully he wouldn't die.


Foxy made a mental note to thank Mike that night.

Not long after taking the asp-i-rin, as the bottle called the strange capsules, the migraine that had been pounding away had almost cleared up. Soon after that his stomach agreed to allow him to eat the slice of pizza that had long since gone cold.

Foxy stood and stretched the stiffness from his body, relishing the feeling. Now stood the question: what to do? After so long of a mopey, uncaring attitude, indifferent about the goings on in the restaurant, Foxy felt, well, bored.

He could easily hear the delighted squeals from the children and the chatter of the adults from his current position. Maybe…?

Foxy thoughtfully tapped his chin and looked about the dimly lit room, in the corner he spied his chest. A sly grin slid across his face as a plan formulated in his mind.

Striding up to the trunk he threw open the lid, it had also been straightened during the cleaning, but the garment of clothing had been more or less left alone other than being swept aside. Now Foxy lifted the short coat out and held it at arm's length. It was slightly tattered and rather dusty, but other than that it looked fine.

Foxy's grin grew wider. This would be fun.


Foxy peeked out from behind the curtains of Pirates Cove. His amber eye slowly slid back and forth taking in the scene. Nobody was near the Cove, and luckily it was a smaller crowd than usual they were far more engrossed in the other animatronics to pay any attention to him.

Satisfied, Foxy slid from behind the curtains, they silently swished back into place. Leaving the man fully exposed. He almost went to join the people scattered around the restaurant, but decided against it when a women gave a startled look when she spotted him.

Instead, he chose a seat near the back of the room and watched the end of the show, clapping along with everyone else as each animatronic bowed.

As they exited the stage Foxy sunk further into his seat, hoping they wouldn't notice him. There was no such luck though, as Chica's gaze almost immediately fell on him. He could just feel the shock oozing from her as she stopped her chatting with one of the children.

Foxy grinned sheepishly and waved at her. Chica returned her attention to the child in front of her for a moment to excuse herself, before walking up to his table.

"Foxy. There better be a really good reason…" she started.

His sheepish grin widened ever so slightly.

"Is boredom a good one…?" he asked.

"No."

Foxy shrugged hopelessly.

"What's so wrong about wanting to get out after 20 years?"

Chica sighed. "Nothing, but you didn't even half try to cover up. Your ears are still completely visible first of all, your coat is dirty, and don't even get me started on your eyes. The only thing you did good on is your tail." At this she stopped and stared at him curiously. "What did you do with your tail, anyway?"

"Wrapped it around my waist and tucked it in my pants."

Chica looked at him oddly, before looking around. "I have to go soon, the next show's about to begin." Her eyes landed on something across the room. "Uh-oh, looks like Freddy's noticed you."

Foxy conspicuously looked out of the corner of his eye to spy the bear glaring daggers at the two. It didn't seem to be conspicuous enough though, as soon as his gaze landed on Freddy he shook his head slowly. Only the children around him prevented him from moving at that moment.

Chica giggled bringing his attention back to her. "He's going to tear into you tonight, better have your ears ready for a lecture."

Foxy looked amused by the idea. "Totally worth it."

Chica shook her head. "Well, have fun then, I gotta get ready."

She waved goodbye, leaving Foxy alone again. He watched as Chica, Bonnie and Freddy regrouped on stage. The lights dimmed and the three began the show. As their singing filtered through the room Foxy thought back to his own performances. He remembered the stories he told and the little faces upturned, absorbed in the tales of adventure.

It occurred to him that he missed those times. Maybe, sometime in the future he could perform again…

Why would you wanna do that?

Foxy's ear twitched, and he looked around. Who said that? There was nobody around his table, the closest people being a good 5 feet from him.

Monster.

He looked behind him. Where was it coming from?

You almost killed a kid. Why would anyone trust you after that?

At this Foxy froze.

Why don't we give you a little reminder?

Before he could even begin to comprehend what that meant he was tossed into a flashback more vivid than any of the ones before them.

A bright flash of gold, a face glowing with happiness, screaming, a tiny blood soaked hand surrounded by a pool of blood.

Foxy pounded a fist on the table, drawing the attention of one women who quickly looked back up front.

"Stop." He growled darkly through bared teeth.

And why would I do that? We're only just beginning to have fun.

Foxy looked around, searching for the source of the voice. It seemed to come from everywhere, echoing around the room. Why was he the only one hearing it?

Monster, monster, monster. The voice sang. I remember when you ripped into that kid, I'm not sure why everyone was freaking out, he survived didn't he? It was a real shame too, would've been one less annoyance in the world.

Foxy grit his teeth and screwed his eyes shut, willing the voice to leave. For a few moments there was silence, Foxy peeked one eye open then the other. Was he gone?

Nice try. The voice whispered in his ear. I'm not leaving until your mind is mine.

Foxy snapped his head toward the source of the sound, but once again there was nothing there. He sharply slapped the sides of his face and stood. Maybe it was the asp-i-rin that was causing this, perhaps a side effect. He'd have to ask Mike when he arrived.

For now he stumbled back to the Cove, parting the curtains and disappearing into the darkness.

The voice laughed as the curtains swished back to place.

It's me.


Chica watched from her vantage point on stage as Foxy moved back into the Cove. It was odd, he had seemed to be enjoying himself when she spoke with him maybe he just got overwhelmed. She stared worriedly as the curtains closed.

She glanced at Freddy and Bonnie to see if they too noticed his departure, she was surprised to find Freddy glaring darkly at the spot where Foxy had been previously sitting. Inspecting the area herself she couldn't find anything out of the ordinary in the spot. She spared another glance at the bear, but he had resumed the act without any indication that he had noticed her staring.

She would talk to Foxy tonight she decided, see why he had taken off in such a hurry. Her mind made up she focused her attention back on the show.


Later that night, Foxy sat in the Cove glaring into the darkness. Was the voice right? Was he really a monster? He sighed and closed his eyes. Even Chica's attempts to console him proved useless, only managing to annoy him more. She left after a while of his silence, causing a prick of guilt to form in his chest. The day had started out so promising.

His ears pricked at the sound of the door opening and closing and the sound of footsteps approaching the front stage. He heard voices murmuring quietly, he but chose to ignore them. It was only when the voices drew near that an annoyed look crossed his face.

He waited for someone to inevitably enter, and disturb the silence of the Cove. He prepared a snappish remark when he heard the intruder enter, but it was held back as he watched Freddy stepped into the Cove. His bulky outline was soon indiscernible as the curtains fell back into place, throwing the room into darkness. He joined Foxy next to where he sat, leaning against the old ship and crossing his arms.

Foxy waited for Freddy to speak first. He didn't. The silence grew on. Foxy sagged his shoulders and, without looking at him, he spoke.

"What?"

Freddy remained silent, only the faint sound of his breathing proved he was still there.

Foxy narrowed his eyes. "If ye still upset about my leaving earlier, ye don't have to worry about it anymore. Learned my lesson, you could say." he muttered.

"Foxy." Freddy finally spoke, saying each word carefully, "Whatever you heard, whatever he told you, don't listen. He's just trying to mess with you."

At this, Foxy lifted his head to look up at him.

"Freddy." He started slowly, "can you hear him too?"

Freddy merely remained silent, and, it seemed, avoided his gaze. Foxy cocked an eyebrow before nestling his head between his arms. He wouldn't let this go.

After a few more moments of silence, only broken by the sound of the two's soft breathing. Freddy's ear twitched and he sighed.

"You can come in."

There was a startled squeak on the other side of the curtains, then silence. Foxy rolled his eyes, he had heard them too.

There was some murmuring on the other side of the curtains, more silence, then a few more loudly spoken words from Bonnie.

"Oh fer crying out loud!"

The curtains were suddenly swept aside, revealing Mike, Chica, and Bonnie, the latter having been the one to throw open the drapes.

Freddy raised an eyebrow. "Curious, aren't we?"

Bonnie huffed. "Nothing to be real curious, we couldn't even hear you. Would it kill you to speak up, y'know, be a little courteous?"

Freddy simply rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the ship. Foxy remained sitting.

"Mike didn't you have something to share?" he asked as he approached the three.

Mike looked startled. "Huh? Oh! Yeah almost forgot." He dug into the satchel strung across his body. "Sorry for taking it without asking, but I wasn't absolutely sure I could fix it."

He produced an awfully familiar piece of cloth, folded neatly.

"It took a little scrubbing, and sewing, but I think I managed to clean it up for you." He moved toward the fox, and handed him the parcel.

Foxy stared at it a moment before reaching up and taking it. Shaking it loose he confirmed his suspicions, it was indeed his suit. It had been scrubbed clean of any trace of the gore that had been previously plastered to its surface. The rips and tears that had formed over time had meticulously been sewn shut. It looked almost new.

"You can sew?" Bonnie questioned teasingly.

"What?" Mike said defensively, turning towards her, "You have to learn a lot of things when your mom lives over 200 miles away." He stated simply before turning back toward Foxy, who was still examining his suit.

"I'm also gonna see if Blank'll allow your show to come back. That is, if you want it to perform again?"

Foxy looked up to meet Mikes gaze, it was genuine. He glanced around the man's body to spy the others behind him, Chica looked on encouragingly, while Bonnie offered a half-smile. Freddy smiled and nodded.

Monster, monster, monster. The voice had sang.

Whatever you heard, whatever he told you, don't listen. He's just trying to mess with you.

Foxy met Mike's gaze and smiled toothily.

"I'd love to perform again."


END OF ARC TWO! YAY!

So, that last couple hundred words there at the end where everyone's in the Cove wasn't originally in the story. My sister pointed something important out and for the sake of continuity, it had to be added. That's also the reason for late at night-ish update. Sorry again for random hiatus. We'll also be back on regular updates.

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For those reading this note: Sorry about the hiatus, but school reared its ugly head (shocker, right?), then finals. Just. Finals.

Anyway, replies to reviews!

Pokmon Master 101: We hope to actually write another FNAF fanfiction based off of Rebornica's AU later on, so Purple Guy will be a part of that. We know that Bonnie is a boy, we had begun writing this before that was canon and felt too lazy to change it.

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'Till next time.