Hey guys, I am back.

You know, if I am going to write it again, I am going to write it again.

I am not accepting anymore OCs. I'm sorry but if you submit them before this story is uploaded then I will accept them. But now, you guys are a bit late.

Around two months late...

I am being a d-bag, I know

Anyway...

Did you guys read FNAF FF Soul: Shades by Elhini Prime? I really like that story, probably because the relationship 'Foxy' shared with 'Mike'. I am not spoiling anything. Read it to find out.

Onto the story, shall we?

This flashback is sad, so prepare your tissues

Warning! Your OCs may be OOC!

Enjoy Reading And Review If You Feel Like It!

Chapter 11
This And Hers

"What be wrong, lass?"

Alaska gasped in surprise and quickly turned around to look at the intruder. She immediately stiffened and her face was red with blush. Her heart rate quickened when he stood there, few inches away from her.

"N-nothing, Foxy. I just had a… uh…" Alaska trailed off, not knowing how to put it into words. Let alone, telling it to him. The pirate fox blinked, showing concerns in his golden eyes that always made Alaska stared.

"Ye mad' Foxy worry, lass, fer spacin' ou' like tha'," Foxy informed her, softly petting her head, unknowingly causing her heart beat faster. "Ye ready ta go, no'?" Foxy asked her one more time since earlier she spaced out for unknown reason. Alaska had done that more often than before, which caused Foxy to be more worried over his companion.

Not trusting her own voice, Alaska nodded, Foxy's only gloved hand was still on her head. Foxy smiled and removed his hand from her head. He then, led her to the party room where everyone else was waiting.

Alaska was fidgeting with her fingers as she followed the pirate fox. She glanced at Foxy, her heart in her sapphire eyes.

Alaska Winter, a white gorgeous fox, is from a rich and prideful family. Her family cared about their reputations. So about a year ago, Alaska was thrown away from her own home by her own parents upon hearing a false rumor.

She lived on the street, eating garbage or anything she could find and slept on a small piece of cardboard. She didn't have any proper home, proper meal or even a proper bath for six months. She was filthy, she was ugly, she was broken.

Then, everything changed when a certain red fox came.

Foxy P. Dýrasson is his full name, usually wearing blue jacket, a pair of blue jeans with brown boots, and an iconic purple scarf wrapped around his waist. He saved her from the street and welcomed her to his home. He gave her a proper home, proper meal, proper bath and even a proper bed. He took his free time to buy her the necessary clothes using his own money.

He fixed her. Now, she is clean, she is gorgeous, she is mended.

Foxy had truly saved her life.

Three weeks after his rescue, Foxy decided to introduce her to his friends at his work place: Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. His job was to entertain kids and he loved his job, Foxy explained to Alaska. He loved the kids as much as they loved him.

When Foxy introduced her to the Fazbear gang, they warmly welcomed her. Freddy was a great bear, a sort-of father figure to Alaska, and Bonnie and Chica became her best friends. On the same day, she was offered a job at the pizzeria by Freddy, which she gladly accepted.

Her job was to be Foxy's partner at Pirate Cove, which surprised her. Since then, when Foxy wasn't around, Alaska got endless teases from her best friends that she was supposed to be Foxy's 'mate' instead of a partner. Alaska, of course, denied everything they said.

But as time went on, she began to think of her relationship with Foxy.

She got closer and closer to Foxy as the time passed. She was around Foxy all the time since she stayed at his home. She even slept in his bed while he slept on the couch, for her sake. She spent a lot of her time with him.

And Foxy was there for her when she needed him the most.

Ever since Alaska got thrown out by her family, she got constant nightmares of it and the disappointment in her parents' eyes haunted her. She trashed around in bed, screaming at the top of her lungs and sweated heavily. Even after months since then, she still had those nightmares.

Foxy would burst into the room and wake her up every time. He whispered into her hair that everything's fine as she clung to him like a lifeline, crying into his furry chest. He would rock her to sleep and hummed a lullaby into her ear. She didn't have any nightmares after that and slept soundlessly in Foxy's bed as he silently went back to the couch.

Then, one night, everything changed.

Seven months after Foxy came to her rescue Alaska was hit by another nightmare. The nightmare so horrible and so frightening she woke up in the middle of the night screaming Foxy's name. The said fox burst into the room upon hearing the scream. This time, Alaska jumped off from the bed and threw herself into Foxy's arms instead of him coming over to the bed.

She wailed into his chest, tears flowed down her cheeks as he comforted her there and then. As her tears subdued, Foxy brought her to the bed, gently laying her down. She was so distorted and so scared that night that she whispered one word that made Foxy stopped from leaving.

"Stay…"

And he did. He stayed there in the bed, holding her, comforting her with his embrace as she clung to him, not wanting to let go.

When a blissful sigh escaped her lips, Foxy knew that she was sleeping undisturbed. Just like she requested, Foxy stayed with her, holding her close in comfort.

He stayed up as she slept, just in case if another nightmare hit her again tonight.

The next morning, Alaska was the first one to wake up. The first thing that came to her mind was how comfortable Foxy's arms around her. She recalled the event last night and still remembered her one word request.

Alaska knew that they have to go to work, but she doesn't want to be release from this blissful dream. So, she stayed. She increased her hold on Foxy, and buried her face into his furry chest. She inhaled his scent, noted that it was better than the scent of his bed.

Her eyes widened in realization when a thought came to her mind after that.

She fell in love with him.

Her mind went numb when the thought struck her. She denied the statement and tried to push it away from her mind. But as she thought about it, the more plausible it got.

He had saved her life, he had provided her home, he had provided her comfort, he had provided her everything and asked nothing in return.

The relationship she and Foxy shared was very strong. They performed together on stage. She would jump on him unexpectedly to surprise him. He would sneak up behind her before swung her around to surprise her.

Alaska felt giddy inside her at the thought of falling in love with Foxy, but the main question is: does he felt the same way? The question caused her to drop her smile.

Sure, he did give her constant hugs and all, but does that mean he loves her too? Suddenly, Alaska felt afraid that if she confessed, her feelings won't return. So, she kept her feelings to herself.

And things got a bit difficult for her.

A simple action from Foxy can have effect on her. Like, his usual pat on her head can cause her heartbeat quickened up, her face would burn if his face is close to her, and his usual hugs would cease her heart to a stop.

She also got all nervous and stammered around him. This caused Foxy worried over her, thinking that he was making her uncomfortable. But Alaska reassured him that she enjoyed his presence. This caused him to smile down at her, unknowingly caused her face to burn up.

Nobody knew about her feelings toward Foxy except herself. Not even Chica and Bonnie, her best friends, knew about her feelings. But their teases can make her tongue slip, which she hopefully won't happen.

Though, her actions around Foxy caused Freddy to become suspicious. Alaska could see it in his eyes, and knew that one day he will confront her about it. She hopefully will not happen.

The more she spent her time with Foxy, the more she fell in love with him. And she still kept her feelings to herself.

She was busy fantasizing if Foxy loves her too. This caused her to space out earlier when Foxy approached her from behind when she didn't respond to him earlier. She didn't tell him the truth when Foxy snapped her out from her fantasy with a worried expression.

"There you two are. We've been waiting for you"

Alaska heard a voice, snapping her back into reality again. Freddy was there, sitting at their usual table, smiling broadly at her and Foxy.

"I thought you two were busy making ou-"

Chica's tease was cut short when a purple furry hand slapped over her beak. Bonnie chuckled nervously at Foxy's questioned gaze. Alaska, on the other hand, was blushing furiously at his back, fully knowing what Chica was about to say. Her eyes trailed to the brown bear.

His eyes were narrowed at her, taking notes of her reaction. Alaska scolded herself for being so transparent. She hoped that he wouldn't find out about her feelings toward Foxy.

They had lunch, like usually what they do. They idly talked to each other about anything that came across their minds. Today, however, Foxy had a request from her.

"Alaska, lass," Foxy spoke. Alaska was startled upon hearing her name coming from him. She turned her attention to him. "Can ye do me a small favor?"

A small favor for Foxy? She would do anything for Foxy, not just because she loved him, but also because he saved her life. She would do anything to repay him.

"Anything," she replied without hesitation. Foxy put down his mug of coffee and closed his eyes.

"Ah… wan' ye ta sho' yer full commitment on teh job, aye?"

It was a weird request, Alaska had to say. She loved her job on entertaining the kids. In fact, she loved the kids themselves. She loved working with the Fazbear gang. And over everything else, she truly loved working along side with Foxy.

But it was his first ever request from her. After a year, Foxy had finally wanted something from her, something that she can repay. She will take it seriously.

"I will," she answered.

Although her job was simple, she did put her best effort into it. She even did her solo performance on the stage. A lot more kids loved her, one that rivaled with Freddy's. Foxy was proud of her, and Alaska gushed over his complement.

Then, on one early morning before going off to work, as Alaska lay on Foxy's bed – yes, she still slept in Foxy's bed – she began to think that now was the time for her big confession. She was afraid that her feelings wouldn't return, but just had to tell him that she loved him instead of keeping it all bottle up.

Steeling herself, she got off from the bed and walked to the living room. He was there, still lying on the couch, draping an arm over his eyes. However, he looked a little paler than usual, which made Alaska worried a bit.

Then, she noticed a paper lying on the table near the couch. Curious, she went over to it and picked the paper up.

Her eyes were instantly tear up and shamelessly crying.

Dropping the paper on the ground, she slowly and shakily went over to Foxy and dropped to her knees. She buried her face into his furry naked chest and cried her heart out.

"Lass…?" Alaska heard his voice, weaker than ever and a hand on her head. She didn't bother to look up, afraid of what she will see.

"Why?"

That was the first word that came out from her mouth between sobs.

"Why?"

She repeated the word again, more forceful than before.

"Lass…"

"Why didn't you tell me you're going to die?"

Foxy had an incurable cancer. He had them three months ago, exactly three days before his request.

Alaska was devastated. Her whole life is gone.

He won't be there for her when she needed him the most. He won't be there to give her hugs to scare away those nightmares. He won't be there with her anymore.

Everything crumbled down all because of a frigging cancer.

This is probably why he wanted her to show full commitment to her job. He was planning for her replacing him on stage.

"Ah didn' wan' ta make ye worry ova' me, lass"

"But I love you!"

This isn't what Alaska planned for her confession. The setup is very wrong. The timing is so wrong. Everything in the whole process is goddamn wrong.

"Alaska, lass…" Foxy whispered, causing her to peek at him fearfully with one eye. He gave her a small sad smile. "I love you too," he replied perfectly. Then his eyes slowly fluttered close. Those four words caused her eyes to flood and cried into his chest one more time.

That was his last words.

Alaska gasped as she immediately sat up. Her hands immediately went to the purple scarf around her neck and sighed in relief when it was there. She leaned back against the wall behind her.

It belong to Foxy; her Foxy.

She pulled up the scarf and deeply inhaled in as she closed her eyes.

Even after two years, his scent was still there, lingering for her to smell. Her eyes began to swell with tears as she recalled back her fond memories with her Foxy.

"What be wrong, lass?"

Alaska gasped in surprise and looked up to look at the intruder. She immediately stiffened and her face was red with blush. Her eyes immediately trailed to his waist.

There was a purple scarf there, wrapped around his waist. Her eyes were filled with sadness.

This Foxy is not her Foxy.

She looked back up to the golden eyes that stared down at her with concerns. She missed those eyes, but immediately reminded herself that this Foxy is not her Foxy. She decided to tell Foxy the truth. She gave him a sad smile.

"I'm just thinking about our moments together," Alaska answered honestly. Foxy blinked upon her choice of words.

"Ye kno' ah am no' teh Foxy ye love, ay lass?" Foxy said sadly, his golden eyes filled with understanding sadness. He knew her story with her version of Foxy. Alaska's eyes widened a bit before she sighed and closed her eyes.

It looked like her tongue slipped, or maybe she wanted to believe that her Foxy is actually standing before her.

"Ar' ye goin' ta be fine, lass?" Foxy asked her. When she was questioned, she began to realize her surrounding. Everyone else was sleeping in their specific position. The only ones who are awake are Alaska and Foxy.

Earlier when she was somehow mysteriously teleported to this unknown world, she answered some questions she received. Like, how she got here, why her sudden reaction, why with the purple scarf around her neck and everything else. The animatronic girls were crying when they heard her tragic story, holding her in comfort.

Currently now, it was in the middle of the night.

"I'll be fine; don't worry, Foxy," Alaska answered, fidgeting with the scarf around her neck. "Why are you up in this kind of time?" Alaska decided to change the subject.

"Ol' Foxy her' had enough o' res' earlia'," Foxy answered. He did sleep earlier, again, causing everyone else to be worry, especially Alaska who cried all over him.

He had another rest earlier that day, and then got back to sleep shortly after this Alaska's story. His rest was long; far too long for an ordinary Living Object. He just woke up from his slumber and heard Alaska's waking up shortly after that.

"Ar' ye sure yer fine, lass?" Foxy pressed a bit, still worried over her. Alaska smiled at his expression. It reminded her of her Foxy.

"I'm fine, Foxy," she repeated. Foxy still gazed at her with worried eyes, but trusting her words, he began to walk away. But before he could get any further, her tongue slipped one more time.

"Stay…"

Foxy stopped in his track as Alaska slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes widened in shock as her heart stop beating. She squeezed her eyes shut and faced away from the pirate fox, hand still over her mouth.

No matter how much she tried, she couldn't handle her feelings. No matter how many times she told herself that this Foxy is not her Foxy, she just… couldn't.

Tears ran down her face over her hand, her body trembled. She just loved Foxy too much that she wanted to believe her Foxy was standing there before her, came back for her, be there for her, like he would usually do.

But he can't, because her Foxy was already…

Alaska felt something brushing her right shoulder, causing her to stiffen up. She looked over slowly, afraid who would that be.

It was Foxy, but not her Foxy.

"It be alrigh', lass," Foxy said softly to her with his eyes closed, hinting at her what he meant. Catching the hint, she slowly and fearfully crept closer to him and buried her face into his shoulder. He gently placed his arm around her and squeezed in comfort.

Alaska cried into his shoulder, both in sadness and relief.

While this Foxy may not be the Foxy who had saved her life, who gave her a proper home, proper meal, proper bath and even a proper bed, who used his money to buy her the necessary clothes…

…who Alaska really loved...

…this Foxy is still the same Foxy who cared deeply about others, giving comforts to the ones who need it, loving them as a family, loved by children and loved them back.

He is as same as her Foxy, but he isn't her Foxy.

But the thought that this Foxy care deeply about her made her smiled blissfully. For the first time in a long time, ever since that tragic day, Alaska slept blissfully with a smile on her face.

When a blissful sigh escaped her lips, Foxy knew that she was sleeping undisturbed. Just like she requested, Foxy stayed with her, holding her close in comfort.

He stayed up as she slept, just in case if another nightmare hit her again tonight.