A/N

Greetings and bienvenue, my dear readers. While I'm sure you want nothing more than to read this chapter, I just wanted to say hello and thank you for the wild support from all of you, especially since this was a simple idea that occurred to me at random and has spawned into something more. I've made you laugh, I've made you cry, then I made you cry more. The crying probably won't stop now, sorry. After Bite of '87, it all kinda goes down hill, doesn't it? All in all, this story is reaching an ending. Not now or next but soon. Thank you for reading and reviewing.

"While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die."

~ Leonardo Da Vinci

So much noises and a pain in the back of my head woke me the next morning. The curtains had been drawn, leaking light into my little stage. Shadows were roaming as people were scurrying in the dining area. As usual, I went to stand and investigate but found I was still chained down. I'd completely torn the fur along my arm, reveal metal and wiring. It didn't hurt though. No pain. I looked around, trying to figure out what was happening from the random whispers I could hear.

"I'm tell you, officer, that the animatronics couldn't have done this…"

I perked, hearing Tyler's voice in the crowd. He and an officer came marching onto my stage. I'd heard police officers were nice men and women who helped children find their way home and caught crooks. This officer didn't seem nice nor helpful. This grizzled man seemed to be glaring at me, frowning. I didn't like it, the sudden prejudice stare he was giving me. I know, what I did yesterday was wrong but it was no reason to stare me down. I shut my eyes, pretending to still be in snooze. They stopped in front of me.

"As you can see, officer, our Pirate Cove animatronic has been chained down," Tyler instructed. "Happy now?"

"I'm never happy, kid, and if I had my way I'd have this murderous piece of metal melted down," the man grumbled, shaking his head. "What about the other three?"

"According to their systems, they've been in snooze since 2 this morning," explained Tyler, looking around. "Besides, our night guard said he saw nothing."

"Right, mind if I check the security feed?" the officer hummed.

"That's not my job but I'm sure you can ask the manager," offered Tyler, pointing back out to the dining room.

The officer waddled off. Tyler smiled, waving him off. As soon as the man was gone, Tyler leapt toward me, hitting me upside the head. I opened an eye, sitting up straight. Tyler looked frantic, glancing around before stepping behind me. I heard the back panel open and Tyler sigh in relief. He rounded to the front of me again, looking around.

"Be honest, Foxy," gasped Tyler, "Did you do anything last night?"

"I did nothing," I nodded.

"Did anything happen last night? Did you…hear anything? See anyone?" he pleaded.

"What's going on?" I whimpered.

Tyler rubbed the back of his head, looking back out the curtain. There were so many people moving around. No kids. No laughter. Mostly just silence. Tyler shook his head, slowly looking back to me. He stepped closer, looking me in the eye.

"They were found this morning," he whispered.

"They?" I repeated.

"Two kids…were in the basement," Tyler sniffled. "Dead. Two kids were murdered on our property last night."

I didn't know what to say, what to think. I heard nothing last night, saw no kids. My mind began processing it, seeing all the kids I'd learned to love…leaking red like Fazbear. I shut my eyes, trying to get rid of the image. Red. So much red. Couldn't stop. Can't stop. Burning.

"Who?" I snarled.

"Huh?" perked Tyler, looking back at me.

"Who…the kids?"

Uh…Mark and Rebecca…we think. They…" he gulped, choking on tears. "They were tortured, it looked like. Broken bones, torn ligaments…abused and left to bleed out."

The burning was back. I twisted my wrists on the chains. I felt powered, strong, full of fire. Anger. I was angry. Kids…had died in my home, under my very sight, under my nose. I could've saved them. Freddy and the others, they could've saved them! Why didn't we know!

"I'm…angry," I snarled, remembering those smiley faces and how they smiled no more.

"I am too," he whispered. "I can't believe this is happening…it all went down hill so fast."

"Who would do this…?" I hissed.

"We don't know, that's what the cops are looking into," he nodded. "They thought…since you attacked during the day, that maybe…"

"I wouldn't hurt kids," I growled. "Whoever hurts kids…are not worth thought."

Tyler glanced at me, carefully scanning me. He sighed, nodding gently walking away. I couldn't stop thinking about the kids. They were under my protection. While under the roof of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, they were my responsibility, my family and I let them down. I swear now, to myself and all, I will not let this happen again. Burning. This time, I enjoyed the burning. I wanted to burn and more than anything, I wanted someone else to burn under my flame.