Graveyard Shift

by InfamousVenous

Oh, Mike Schmidt... You thought this was a game? Some mere fantasy to let you escape from the real world? Oh, how wrong you are. What is it you think you see? Some random job you were hired to a little too quickly? Not something I decided for you? You managed to escape me once, and rest assured it will not happen again. Welcome to the graveyard shift. (Rated M - Mike x Foxy)

11. Chapter 11

Blah blah copyright etcetera etcetera. Blah I don't own this blah.

Chapter 11

[Foxy P.O.V.]

Three hours earlier…

I was kneeling on the floor, struggling to keep myself upright. The two shadow animatronics zipped around the room.

I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside. Incredible, uplifting happiness on one side, and unbearable, crushing torment on the other. The weight of the world was on my shoulders, pressing me down.

The two shadow animatronics rocketed through the shattered window, out into the cold night.

The weight being pressed upon me was lifted instantaneously. I let myself drop, falling forwards. I tried to brace myself with my left arm, but it gave out the moment I hit the tile. I fell, smacking my jaw on the floor.

All around me, I heard similar sounds. I lifted my head, looking around the room. Toy Chica, Balloon Boy, and Chica were laying on the floor as well. Xavier was passed out, slumped over one of the only remaining tables left standing. Freddy, Toy Freddy, Mangle, and Toy Bonnie were shaking their heads, recovering from the onslaught of raw emotion we had been subjected to. Bonnie was curled up on his side, arms wrapped around his legs, visibly shaking. He was murmuring something unintelligible.

I managed to get my left arm underneath myself, and pushed upwards, moving into a sitting position on my knees. I planted my left hand on the ground and pushed up my both my legs and arms. I managed to get one foot on the floor, and the other shortly afterwards. I pushed with my legs, and staggered to a standing position, nearly falling over immediately afterwards. I stumbled backwards, managing to prop myself up against the wall.

I closed my eyes, trying to recover from what had just occurred. At the back of my mind I felt as if several pieces of a puzzle had been filled in. I tried to concentrate on it.

I became extremely dizzy. I felt my legs slide out from underneath me as I crumpled to the ground. All of my senses were fading. The sound of the wind outside howling became more faded as I slipped further into unconsciousness.

Everything went black.

~{o}~{o}~

Everything was blurry and out of focus. I seemed to be standing in Pirate Cove.

I heard the front doors of the restaurant creak open. Someone walked in, whistling. While the door was open, I could hear outside of the building. It was quiet, no cars on the streets, and crickets were chirping loudly. It was night.

The door shut, sealing the building off from the nighttime noises.

The person sounded as if they were walking through the dining area. The footsteps became louder. The footsteps became louder still. Then they stopped. A shadow was being cast across the curtains I was standing behind. I couldn't move.

The hollow steps leading up to Pirate Cove echoed as the person stepped up them. The curtains faintly waved as the wind from the person moving brushed past it.

The curtains rustled as a hand poked through the curtains, and then another. The curtains were pulled open, and a blurry face appeared in between them.

"Hello Foxy…" The person spoke. The person was quite obviously male by the way his voice sounded. This man wasn't Mike. "I'm going to need your help tonight. Well… Not you specifically. But you'll be easier to move to the back than the others. Or so the documents say."

"Documents…" I thought to myself, trying to think. "Wait! The ones that Mi-"

The blurry outline of the man vanished, leaving fuzzed out curtains slowly shifting around. I heard retreating footsteps outside Pirate Cove, heading down the hallway.

I sat quietly for several minutes, unsure if what was going on. I tried moving my limbs, which unfortunately wouldn't move. I felt as if I were sleeping, similar to before Mike arrived at the restaurant when we couldn't move before midnight.

I soon realized that neither my arms nor legs hurt. They felt as if they were fully functional.

Something began rolling down the hallway, moving at the same speed as the footsteps behind it. One of the wheels needed to be greased badly, speaking at every rotation. The person was whistling happily, keeping his speed to the speed of the tune he was whistling. It was very familiar. The tune sounded close to something like a jack-in-the-box.

The repetitive squeaking grew louder, as did the whistling and the footsteps. They stopped directly in front of Pirate Cove, where I seemed to be standing.

"I'm glad I managed to wheel this trolley in last week while I was carting in frozen pizza. Did you know this place doesn't even make their own pizza?" The curtains peeled back, and the same man stepped through. I couldn't tell who it was since everything was fuzzy and out of focus. "What kind of pizzeria doesn't make their own pizza?"

He walked around to my side. I badly wanted to wake up out of this "sleep" I was in. Since I couldn't move, I was worried about what he could do to me.

"Okay… This might be slightly uncomfortable for you, but don't worry. I won't harm you… Much…" He spoke quietly.

He placed the palm of his hand solidly on my back, he began to apply pressure. The man continued to increase the force he was applying to my back, until I began to tip. I fell forwards, stiff as a board. The man caught me just before I hit the ground, supporting my upper body with his arms.

He grunted as he caught me, staggering around a little. "I wasn't expecting you… to be that heavy!" He breathed heavily.

He began to slowly drag me forwards, through the curtains of Pirate Cove. He reached the steps, and nearly dropped me as I slipped forwards, falling to the step below. Luckily, my body was rigid, so I couldn't fall limp to the floor.

The man dragged me a few feet further, coming to a rest near a two wheeled, waist height object. I assumed it was the trolley he had been talking about beforehand. The trolley was just at the edge of my vision, so I couldn't get a proper look at it.

The person dragging me stood me back up on my feet. He let go, and I began to wobble a little, not enough to fall over.

"I'm glad I didn't try to drag you all the way back to the office." He panted. "Even for the lightest one, you're still heavy. Or maybe I'm out of shape. Or both."

The man wheeled the trolley towards me, earning a squeak from the rusty wheel as he closed the distance. He stopped the trolley behind me with the beginnings of a squeal from the cart.

"Oh… Crap." The man sighed. "I didn't think about how I'm going to get you on the thing…"

He walked around to the front of me, and stood silently for a few seconds. He sighed loudly. I was barely able to see him shaking his head.

"I guess I'll just have to lift you myself…" He grumbled.

The man walked up to me, and wrapped his arms around my sides, going under my arms. I felt him bend his legs, and then lift. My feet left the ground, being carried by this person. The entire time, he seemed to be having trouble. He was breathing quickly and heavily in short bursts, and he took small but quick steps forward.

A loud rattle sounded underneath me as he dropped me onto the trolley. He groaned loudly, before walking around behind me. He took a strap, and looped it around me, securing me to the trolley.

"Hah…" He panted. "I hope… this is all worth it…"

The man tipped the trolley backwards, allowing him to move me.

By the echoing of the squeaks and his footsteps, I could tell we were going down a hallway. It had only been several seconds since we had begun moving, so it was likely we were moving down the West hall.

"Have you ever had any regrets?" The man asked quietly. "When you know you've done something terrible, and you can feel it gnawing away at you, but you can do nothing about it? You're stuck with the decision you made for the rest of your life. All of the futures that could have occurred if you decided not to make that decision vanish. You realize that anything that happens after that is your fault, and you can't do anything about it."

The man became quiet. The only noise I could hear was his footsteps, and the squeaking of the trolley wheel.

"What about you Foxy?" The man asked quietly. "Have you ever thought about what happened to the families of all the security guards you killed? All of the children that would wake up, never to see their mother or father. All of the people that would go to sleep, expecting to wake up to their loved one beside them; but they never came home… did they?"

We carried on in silence for another minute, slowly traveling down the hallway. Eventually, we stopped.

"We're here." The man announced.

He turned the trolley to face the wall, and began to wheel me backwards. The sound of a constantly whirring fan greeted me as we entered a smaller space.

The trolley I was strapped to stopped moving and was stood back up, nearly tipping over due to the fact that I was strapped to it. The man unclipped the strap securing me to the trolley.

"You may be a little uncomfortable during the next few minutes, but don't worry… I doubt you'll remember it…" The man laughed.

He lowered me to the ground, lying me on my back. His fingers slipped while I was only a little ways above the ground. I hit the ground, smacking my head against the hard tile. My already blurry vision became darker, and my ears began ringing.

"Oops…" The man said with a laugh. "My bad…"

I heard him moving things around, dropping several things to the floor.

"Sorry the office is such a mess. I wasn't expecting… company…" He said, laughing to himself.

I heard something large and slightly hollow hit the desk, with metal rattling inside of it. The object clicked open and hit the desk again, quieter this time. It sounded like a tool box.

"So… Remember how I said I didn't need you specifically? Yeah… I need your voice box… Heh… Sorry about this in advance." The man said.

I began to panic. I strained to move myself away from this person, but I couldn't even twitch a finger. I was locked in place until midnight hit.

"Also, don't even bother trying to wake up. It's currently ten fifty-three; you still have over an hour before you could possibly begin to scratch your nose." The man chuckled.

Something from the tool box snapped out of place, and the entire box rattled.

"So… I may be a little rusty. Well… You may be a little rusty too…" The man laughed quietly.

I heard him walk towards me, his shoes tapping on the tile. The man walked around to my side, whispering quietly to himself.

"…can reme… ow to do…" I was only able to understand small parts of what he was saying.

I heard the man drop to his knees with a quiet grunt. I heard the shifting of fabric, and saw a blurry shape resembling a hand enter my sight. I felt his hand rest on my neck. He began to pet me, running his fingers down my neck, to my shoulders, and up again.

I put all of my will into escaping this person. I didn't need to know who he was to know what he was going to do to me. I tried so hard to move. Even if I could move my fingers, it might delay him long enough for midnight to arrive.

"You were always my favorite, Foxy." The man whispered in my ear.

I would have screamed if I could. I tried to thrash around, to make any movement that would deter this man.

"Goodnight." He whispered into my ear. "I'll try to be finished before you wake up."

I could vaguely see a large, blunt object rapidly approaching my head. I tried to brace myself for the impending impact.

THWACK!

My head erupted in pain. My ears began ringing loudly. Small clusters of white gathered in my vision, floating around rapidly. I didn't even see the second impact coming.

CRACK!

…

…

…

My head was pounding when I woke up. I felt as if my head was being cut open from the inside, and my throat felt as if it had been ripped out. When I tried to open my eyes, I closed them immediately. The bright light above me didn't help my severe migraine.

Bang bang bang!

I winced as three loud metallic knocks sounded to my left. I squinted, trying to see what was happening without getting sick.

"…a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you, uh, when I did." The man said, his voice sounding slightly different.

I managed to open my eyes enough to see what was happening to an extent. The man was standing next to the West hall door, which was closed. He was facing the desk at the front of the office, with his fist raised by the metal door.

"Uh, hey, do me a favour." The man spoke nervously, although he seemed to be anything but nervous. He raised his hand, and swung at the door.

Bang bang!

"Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room?" He moved his hand to the door again.

Bang bang!

"I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad." He raised his hand for a third time.

Bang bang!

The man moved quietly away from the door, not making a single noise as he approached the middle of the desk.

"Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there." He reached for an object on the desk, and pushed a button.

The chime identical to the one I had heard multiple times from Freddy played loudly. The man moved away from the one side of the desk, coming to stand next to a small grey box with multiple wires sticking out of it.

"You know..." The man began, sounding like he was relaxing a little.

He took two of the wires that were sticking out of the box, and connected them both to a battery that was set directly next to it. An inhuman groan emanated from the box, sending chills up my spine.

"Oh, no-" The man stopped talking, immediately taking one of the wires from the battery, connecting another exposed wire to that one, and reconnecting it to the battery.

A mechanical and demonic scream exploded out of the box. A sound so familiar yet so alien to me.

My vision was recovering well now, allowing me to see more of what was occurring. I watched as the man reached over to a phone sitting on the desk, and pressed a button, ending the recording with an audible click.

"And… that's a wrap. It was a little off, but nothing a little post-editing won't fix." The man said aloud, his voice returning to his normal one. "What do you think?"

"I think you over-did it." A terrifyingly familiar voice spoke, both in my mind and aloud.

"Do you really think so?" The man asked.

"I don't understand why you're doing this." The voice said. "Why not destroy them and get it over with? I want to be free too! What about me!?"

"Calm down." The man commanded. "I am your only chance to leave. You will not speak to me like that. Am I clear?"

"Yes…"

"Great! Now all we have to do is…" I tuned the two out.

My head was pounding horribly, getting worse by the second. I felt as if a crushing weight had been set upon me. I moved my hand up to grab my head; my hand brushed against several wires near my neck. I immediately put my hand to my throat, feeling a large hole where it hadn't been before. Then it clicked.

The box on the desk was my voice box. The man had ripped it out when I was out, and had used it to fake his death. This was Phone Guy.

I scrambled to my feet, trying to distance myself from this nightmare. My body creaked loudly as I lunged for the door. I slammed my hook against the buttons, hoping that one of them would open the door.

The West hall door opened with a loud clang, a bright light illuminating my escape.

I was suddenly wrenched to the side, slamming against a hard concrete wall. I felt my jaw crack, and could feel it hanging lower than I could have, I would have collapsed to the ground in pain. I couldn't feel my lower body due to the force of the impact, and I felt the back of my head beginning to leak some kind of thick fluid.

"My my, aren't you a light sleeper?" Phone Guy chuckled. I watched as he sauntered over towards me, swinging his arms merrily.

"Can we kill her?" The voice asked.

"What did I just tell you!?" Phone Guy shouted. He took a deep breath, and after waiting for an argument, he continued. "So, Foxy… I'm terribly sorry, but you won't remember any of this. To make sure you can't do anything else, I'll get him," Phone Guy gestured to my right, which I couldn't see, "to make you think I died. I'll be free as when I began this little escapade, and much happier."

Phone Guy turned away from me, and began gathering some things from the desk. He quickly pocketed them, and proceeded to pick up my voice box.

"Do you have any objections to what I'm saying?" Phone Guy asked, taking my voice box and waving it in front of my face. "Wait, did you hear that?"

"She said no." The voice said.

"And would you mind if I rushed while installing your voice box?"

"She said she wouldn't mind at all."

I could feel tears running down my face, even though I had no control of my body. I tried to move myself away from this place, to run and never look back. I managed to turn my head slightly, away from Phone Guy.

My head whipped forward, and then rocketed backwards as I was once again controlled.

Crack!

"Who's a good girl?" Phone Guy asked, as if he were asking a small child, or a pet. "Who wants their voice box back?"

I could feel my mouth being forced to move, mouthing the words "I do."

I felt broken inside, hurt and humiliated beyond anything anyone should experience. I wanted to die on the spot, to leave this horrid place. To be free.

"Good girl!" Phone Guy said enthusiastically. Then he spoke in a more serious tone. "Put her down."

A large shadow appeared in front of my face, resembling Freddy in shape and size. The black shadow loomed closer towards me, waves of depression, anxiety and hatred rolling off of it like a disease. Shadow Freddy slowly approached me, grinning as I was unable to escape.

"Ugh… Hurry up!" Phone Guy said. "I still need to put her voice box in, and leave before the others become active. Once you erase her memory, she'll be back to normal." Phone Guy paused, waiting for several seconds. He suddenly snapped his fingers. "Oh, right! I need you to get back to the Fredbear suit as soon as possible. The kid possessing it doesn't like to sit still, and has a tendency to wander off."

"Yes sir." Shadow Freddy spoke.

My vision began to go black around the edges as Shadow Freddy approached me. My hearing began to go as well.

"After this, I'm going to Mike's apartment to slip an advertisement under his door. Make the others think I died years ago. I don't want anything to go wrong." Phone Guy spoke. I heard his toolbox open once more, and he removed several tools from it. I saw him standing just beside Shadow Freddy, a large grin spread across his face. "Also, make sure that when Mike gets the job, the man wearing the suit doesn't kill him. That's my job." He suddenly snapped his fingers. "Also, erase any memories of the Golden Bonnie suit from the animatronics or Mike. I need to make sure my murder suit is still semi-secret. Just replace it with the Golden Freddy suit wherever you can."

"Yes sir." Shadow Freddy spoke.

I felt as if a I was being squeezed tightly by a snake. I struggled, trying to free myself from whatever was constricting me. The force continued to increase. The black at the corner of my vision continued to spread. I began to feel light headed, and my struggling became weaker. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as I began to lose consciousness. I could feel my limbs twitching spastically.

"Good night, Foxy." Phone Guy chuckled. "We'll be seeing each other again real soon."

…

~{o}~{o}~

…

My head was pounding horribly. My legs were aching, and my right arm was numb. I felt a gentle nudging on my left shoulder. Remembering the dream I just had, my eyes snapped open. Directly in front of my face was a bright pink and white face, with one brilliant yellow eye.

I tried to scream as I laughed myself away from Mangle, but the only sound that escaped me was a series of horrible mechanical screeches and noises. I nearly began crying, remembering how Phone Guy ripped out my voice box. I quickly raised my left hand to my throat, searching for then large hole that should be there. When I found nothing, I really did begin to cry.

I was upset due to the loss of use of my voice box and right arm. I was upset because the person responsible for all of this was still alive. But most of all, I was upset because Mike was all alone, and I had no way of getting to him without endangering either of us.

I was shaking on the spot, tears running down my face. Anxiety was eating a hole in my stomach, adding to the pain I was already feeling.

I heard movement to my left, but I ignored it. I tucked my legs up to my body, and rested my head on my knees. I clenched my eyes shut, hiding the rest of the world away from myself.

I straightened my back when someone began to pet my head, rubbing from between my ears down to the back of my head. I opened my eyes, and looked over to my left.

Mangle was hanging from the roof beside me, gently stroking my head. She smiled when she noticed me looking at her. Her yellow eyes sparkled happily, even though she seemed extremely worried.

I smiled gently back at her, relaxing as she continued to stroke my head. Mangle's smaller head spun in a circle, taking a look around the room. Following her gaze, I also looked around the room.

Freddy was sitting on the ground, shaking his head slowly as he recovered from whatever he had experienced. Bonnie was standing up, wobbling a little as he turned around to help Chica up off the floor. The Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, and Balloon Boy were all standing on stage looking around the room nervously, shuffling their feet awkwardly. Toy Chica was helping Xavier stand, pulling him off of the table he had been slumped over.

Mangle met my gaze as I finished my look over the room and smiled softly. She lowered another appendage from the roof, and held it just in front of me. I was debating on whether or not to take her offer when she gently nudged me in the back. I nodded to her, and took her "arm" with my left hand. Mangle slowly lifted me up, wrapping another "arm" around my waist to make standing easier for me. She was extremely careful to make sure she didn't jostle my right arm, which was still painfully numb.

"Is… Is everyone alright?" Freddy asked loudly, over the sound of the wind whistling through the broken glass window.

"I think so…" Chica groaned, getting to her feet with the help of Bonnie.

"My ears hurt." Bonnie whined.

"Xavier is having a nap." Toy Chica laughed nervously. She laid him on the ground gently, cradling his head in her hand. "It's time to wake up now Xavier." She gently shook his shoulder, and poked him several times.

Xavier sat up with a groan, bringing a hand to his head. He looked up to his left, and smiled up at Toy Chica appreciatively.

"I'm good… Sort of." Xavier announced, his business like formality gone. "What in the world happened? I saw… I don't know what I saw…"

"What we just saw was what the man responsible for all of this didn't want us to see." Freddy spoke aloud. He turned towards me, a frown clearly visible on his face. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through that. I had no idea that had happened. If I had, I never would have… Never would have left you alone for as long as I did."

"They saw what happened to me?" I asked myself. "How is that possible? How could they have seen it? Did something happen-" Freddy noticed my confusion, and answered.

"Yes, we- I saw what happened. I can no longer speak for the rest of us. I've seen you all grow in the last few weeks, and should not have tried to control everything for as long as I have been. This," Freddy gestured to the entire room around him, "is bigger than all of us."

"I… I saw it too…" Toy Bonnie spoke up from the stage. "I-I'm sorry…"

"Can we all just stop getting all touchy-feely and start getting ready?" Chica asked impatiently, causing the entire room to look at her.

"Chica…" Freddy warned.

"I'm sorry, but Foxy's still badly hurt, and we still have a deadline to rescue Mike." Chica snapped. She paused for a moment, and continued in a much more calm voice. "How much longer do we have?"

"Two and twenty-three minutes." Xavier announced, lowering his watch. "More than enough time for me to fix Foxy, and anyone else that may need it."

Toy Chica stood up, and offered her hand to Xavier. He took it, and hopped up to his feet. Xavier immediately made his way over to where he had set up his "repair shop," and flipped the table back onto its legs. He retrieved his multi-tool from the ground, and set it on the table. Toy Chica managed to find a chair that hadn't been destroyed, and brought it to Xavier. In less than a minute, Xavier had set up his work station.

"Foxy, if you would like, I can attempt to repair you now. I still have little understanding of how you work, but I'm getting better." Xavier said, nodding towards me.

I began to walk towards Xavier, with the assistance of Mangle. She crawled along the roof as I shuffled forwards, my legs continuing to make a loud metallic grinding noise. I tripped over a large piece of shattered table, nearly falling to the floor; Mangle made sure I didn't fall, and lifted me up a small amount so that I could regain my footing. I looked up at Mangle, and gave her a smile. She returned the smile, and squeezed my waist gently with her "arm" to reassure me that she wouldn't let me fall.

I made the rest of the trip across the room without incident. I stumbled towards the chair, and grabbed the back of it with my left hand. I held onto the chair as I slowly shuffled around it, and slowly sat in it just in case the chair broke under my weight.

The chair creaked loudly beneath me, sounding like it was about to snap at any moment. I waited several seconds, and when nothing happened, I relaxed. Mangle gave me a final squeeze around the waist, and pat me on the head as she left me with Xavier. I smiled as I watched her crawl across the roof to where the Toy animatronics were standing on stage. She began helping them off the stage, either sticking out a "hand" for them to hold onto, or lifting them down herself, like she did with Balloon Boy.

"So, Foxy." Xavier began. "I'm not completely sure as to the extent of your injuries. If you could point out where you need to be repaired, I would be happy to help." Just like that, his business like way of speaking was back.

I pointed with my left hand to both of my knees, my right arm from the shoulder down, and my throat. Xavier nodded, ticking off each area on his fingers.

"Alright…" Xavier said, sounding like he was thinking about something important. "And… What would you like me to fix first?"

I immediately grabbed by throat and nodded, indicating that I wanted to have my voice box repaired.

"Okay, I will get right on that." Xavier spoke calmly. "You'll just have to give me a moment to find the access panel." Toy Chica wandered back over to Xavier's side, and looked at me curiously.

"Does she have a black box too?" Toy Chica asked, looking at me with sympathy.

"No…" Xavier said, distracted. "She's just hurt, and might need a few new parts. She's not in any danger." He was examining my neck, not touching me.

"That's good!" Toy Chica bubbled. "I don't like it when my friends are in trouble."

Xavier reached for my neck slowly. I immediately tensed, images of Phone Guy waving my voice box around in front of my face returning to me. I became nervous, and my hand shot up towards my throat, hiding it from Xavier. Xavier noticed my worry, and quickly brought his hand back, smiling softly at me.

"Don't worry Foxy." Xavier said soothingly. "I won't hurt you. You can trust me."

"But can I trust myself?" I questioned.

I forced myself to relax, allowing my hand to leave my neck and placing it on my lap. Xavier reached towards my neck once more, and gingerly touched me, feeling along my neck for an access panel. It tickled a small amount due to his constant search.

I turned my head to look around the room, distracting myself from Xavier's maintenance. Toy Freddy was standing in a corner, looking bored. Balloon Boy was following Bonnie and Chica around, giggling uncontrollably.

"Stop that!" Bonnie exclaimed. "You're shuffling around like a zombie. I don't like zombies."

Balloon Boy began to make a creepy moan, sounding exactly like a zombie from almost any horror movie.

"Ah!" Bonnie yelped, ducking behind Chica. "I just told you I don't like zombies!"

"Oh c'mon Bonnie!" Chica laughed. "He looks nothing like a zombie!" At this, Balloon Boy stuck his arms out in front of him, and began to shuffle around like a zombie.

"I don't like you." Bonnie frowned. Chica quickly spun around, placing Bonnie in front of her and holding him in place by his arms. "No! Chica! How could you!?" Balloon Boy reached out to touch Bonnie, all the while Bonnie struggled to escape Chica's iron grip. Bonnie began to whimper as Balloon Boy came closer, almost touching him.

"Brainzzz…" Balloon Boy groaned.

Bonnie screamed, and shoved backwards causing him and Chica to fall to the ground. Balloon Boy began laughing, barely able to continue walking towards Bonnie.

"I don't like you!" Bonnie shouted, jumping to his feet. Bonnie bolted across the room, flailing his arms as he ran.

"Come back Bonnie!" Chica laughed. She got to her feet, and bent down to pick up Balloon Boy. Chica lifted Balloon Boy easily, and began to chase after Bonnie. "Come back! We want a hug!"

"No!" Bonnie replied, barreling down the East hallway.

"I think I found it." Xavier said, taking my attention away from my friends. "If I just press right here…"

Click!

I felt a chill as my insides were exposed to the cool air. I felt the panel swing open, and it gave a quiet squeak as it did.

"Alright…" Xavier began.

He leaned in closer to take a look. With his face just above my breasts, I began to feel a little uncomfortable, even if I was wearing a "shirt."

"Oh… Well…" Xavier said quietly. "I think I found the problem…"

Xavier held out his hand, and Toy Chica placed his multi-tool in his open palm. He took it, and brought it closer to my neck.

"Geez! What is this wiring?" He sounded surprised and disappointed. "It looks like someone ripped them out and sloppily… Repaired them… Oh…" I could only assume Xavier was referring to the "dream" everyone supposedly had. "I'm sorry Foxy."

I nodded, letting him know it was fine.

Xavier took his multi-tool and flipped open a long flat object. He took his multi-tool, and wedged one end of it into the area he was working on. The metal was frigid, causing me to involuntarily jump. Xavier began to apply pressure to the end he was holding.

"If I'm right, then this should just-" Xavier was interrupted by something launching out of my neck, falling onto his lap. "I was right!" He said happily.

Xavier removed the multi-tool from my throat, and handed it to Toy Chica. She happily accepted it, bouncing a little on her feet. Xavier took hold of the gray box that had fallen into his lap, and held it up to examine it.

"Holy-" Xavier stopped himself before he said anything. "This thing is fried!" He seemed absolutely shocked. Xavier ran his finger over the top of it, and several small pieces of charred plastic dropped from it. "No wonder you can't talk."

Xavier set my voice box off to the side. He leaned in closer to me, examining the inside of my neck further.

"So, your voice box is connected to a board through a series of pins that supply electricity to the box." Xavier explained, beginning to reach a hand inside my neck. "So, I have good news and bad news." I felt my heart sink a little when I heard that there was bad news. "What would you like to hear first?" Xavier sat back, and looked at me patiently.

I rolled my eyes, and Xavier face-palmed.

"Right… Sorry…" He sighed.

"Please tell me the bad news first." I begged internally.

"So, the good news is that you will be able to speak again." Xavier said, completely ignoring the plea he couldn't hear. I felt happier with the knowledge he could fix my voice box. My tail began to wag gently. "The bad news is that your voice box melted some of the plastic to the pins, and several of the wires connecting to the board have been damaged. We're going to need a whole new voice box and board." My tail and ears lowered.

I heard footsteps behind me, getting closer towards us. I looked to my right, and saw Toy Freddy standing silently beside me. I felt something tap my left shoulder. I turned my head and saw a glowing yellow eye, sitting in a white and pink face.

I was a little startled since I hadn't heard her approach, but I didn't jump this time.

Mangle lowered an arm and gestures towards Toy Freddy's neck, before moving her arm and touching mine. I began to protest by shaking my head, but Mangle put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently.

"I'm no expert linguist, but I'm pretty sure I understand what they want to do." Xavier said slowly.

"He doesn't know how to speak." Toy Chica explained. I forgot she was standing there. "I don't think he minds giving up his voice box."

"Are you okay with this?" Xavier asked both Toy Freddy and I.

I shook my head in response, but Toy Freddy nodded.

"What's the matter Foxy?" Xavier asked. "If he doesn't know how to speak, you wouldn't be taking anything he needs. Think of it like a favor. You're taking something he doesn't need, and he is giving you something you need. It's an equal opportunity situation."

"But he… I…" I protested mentally. He might need the voice box if he ever learns to talk.

"Foxy…" Toy Chica said quietly. "Any talking he's ever done was his computer imputing commands. He can't, and won't ever talk."

I lowered my head in submission. Mangle slowly stroked my head, trying to comfort me.

"I don't want to spoil the mood or anything, but if the voice boxes aren't similar in make or model, I highly doubt it will work." Xavier said, standing and approaching Toy Freddy. Toy Chica followed Xavier, coming to stand just behind him.

Xavier folded the long blade like tool he used to remove my voice box away, and pocketed the multi-tool. Xavier was standing a few feet away to my right, directly in front of Toy Freddy. In just a few seconds he managed to open the access panel to Toy Freddy's voice box.

"You're sure you would like to do this?" Xavier asked Toy Freddy.

Toy Freddy nodded in response.

"Alright…" Xavier said distractedly, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his multi-tool once more.

Xavier pulled open the long, flat blade once again, and brought it closer to Toy Freddy's neck. Toy Freddy stood in place, not even flinching as the blade was inserted in between his voice box and the board.

Snap!

The voice box popped out, bouncing off of Xavier's chest, and he barely managed to catch it in his free hand. Xavier folded the blade back into the multi-tool for a second time, and placed it into his pocket again. He held onto the voice box, and walked over to the table where he had set my damaged one.

"Let's see…" Xavier mumbled, setting Toy Freddy's voice box on the table directly beside mine. He took my old voice box, and flipped it upside down. He began running his finger over the back of the charred plastic, searching for something. His finger stopped over an area of the voice box that wasn't badly burned. "Okay… So if this one's an M7535…" Xavier mumbled to himself. He took Toy Freddy's voice box, flipped it over, and quickly found what he was searching for. "…and this ones an M7580… It should work…"

Xavier stood up, leaving the two voice boxes on the table, and approached Toy Freddy again. Xavier looked closer into the exposed insides of Toy Freddy's neck.

"So… It looked like the board is secured by four screws…" Xavier said quietly. "But the connection to the board from the body is a small clip… similar to an Ethernet cable..."

I heard a small click as Xavier disconnected the board from Toy Freddy's retrieved his multi-tool and flipped open a screwdriver option. He inserted the screwdriver where I would assume a screw was located, and began to turn the tool. He had an easy time removing the screws, taking each tiny one and holding it in his spare hand.

"This should just fall right out…" Xavier mumbled some more.

I watched as Xavier gripped the top of the board with his hand, and pulled. The board just fell out of Toy Freddy's neck and into Xavier's waiting hands. The panel was small but seemed heavy since the tendons in Xavier's wrist popped up. Xavier hefted the panel up, and held it close to his chest. He walked over to the table where everything was set up, and put the panel down heavily.

"I wasn't expecting it to be that heavy…" Xavier breathed. He looked at me, and sighed. "Now I just have to remove yours... And put the new one in… Ugh…"

Toy Freddy closed the access panel on his neck, and turned to face me. He reached towards me, and gently pat me on the back. Toy Freddy raised a hand and waved, before wandering over to the back of the room.

I watched Toy Freddy leave. My eyes drifted to the right, landing on Toy Bonnie. He was standing awkwardly beside Bonnie, both of them in front of the wall that separates the West and East halls. Every so often, one of them would look at the other, and when the other one looked back, they would both look away quickly.

As Toy Bonnie became more accustomed to being in control of himself, he began to act more like Bonnie. He stood similarly with one foot in front of the other, shuffling awkwardly on the spot. They were both leaned a little to one side, arms behind their backs.

Chica jumped around the corner holding Balloon Boy out at Bonnie.

"AAAAHHH!" Bonnie screamed, diving behind Toy Bonnie. Toy Bonnie didn't even flinch.

Bonnie was on his knees, trembling behind Toy Bonnie's legs. Chica set Balloon Boy down, the two of them doubled over laughing. Toy Bonnie took a step forwards, looking down at Bonnie curiously.

"What… What's wrong?" Toy Bonnie asked.

"Them!" Bonnie exclaimed, shuffling forwards on his knees to get behind Toy Bonnie again. "He was pretending to be a zombie! I'm terrified of zombies!"

"You're… Hah… You're scared of everything Bonnie!" Chica laughed.

I felt Xavier remove the panel in my neck, and disconnect the wires from their sockets with small snaps and clicks. He began to remove the rusty screws in my neck, grunting as he turned them.

"You know…" Xavier grumbled. " If this person who removed your voice box worked for me, I would have them fired for how badly they repaired the wires."

I rolled my eyes, and continued to watch my friends.

"What's a zombie?" Toy Bonnie asked, stepping away from Bonnie.

"A zombie," Bonnie said, getting to his feet, "is something brought back from the dead. I hate anything to do with zombies."

"I-I was alive, I think…" Toy Bonnie said quietly. "It's hard to remember… I felt like I was asleep for a long time… There was a man standing over me, and put that," he pointed to the explosives sitting on a table off to the side of the room, "in my head… Am… Am I a zombie? D-do you h-hate me?" Toy Bonnie asked quietly. His tall ears lowered, and he looked down at the floor sadly.

Chica and Balloon Boy stopped giggling at Bonnie, and silently looked over at him.

"What? No! I don't-Well, I never thought about it like that…" Bonnie quickly said. "I don't hate you! I don't think I explained what a zombie is properly."

"…You don't hate me?" Toy Bonnie asked carefully. His ears perked up a little, and he looked up to face Bonnie.

"Of course not!" Bonnie said happily. He took a step closer to Toy Bonnie and hesitantly reached out to him. Bonnie pat him on the shoulder, and smiled. Toy Bonnie perked up, turning to face Bonnie, his ears standing upright as he beamed back at Bonnie. "I disliked you when you killed Mike's boss, knocked us out, and chased Mike and-"

"Bonnie!" Chica hissed. Toy Bonnie's ears lowered again almost covering his eyes. He looked down at the floor again.

"I'm sorry…" Toy Bonnie sniffed. "I didn't mean to-"

"But it wasn't your fault!" Bonnie interjected. "You weren't in control of yourself, and we all forgive you for it!"

"…Really?" Toy Bonnie asked quietly. I saw tears fall from his eyes onto the floor.

"Really." Bonnie reassured him. "Come here."

Bonnie took two steps towards Toy Bonnie, and slowly enveloped him in a hug.

"Wh-what a-are-" Toy Bonnie gave up, and hugged Bonnie back. I smiled at how happy they were. I was easily able to forgive the others for what they did. It was never their choice, so they were never at fault.

"Foxy, I'm sorry but I need you to face me." Xavier said, snapping me out of the reverie I was in. I turned to face Xavier,the open panel on my neck swinging closed, and then bouncing open. I wiped a tear from my cheek as I smiled. "Now I just need to install the board, and then clip your new voice box into place." He said.

Xavier had placed the board and voice box beside himself while I was facing the back of the room. He bent down, and picked up the panel with a little effort. The panel was a metallic grey color,and several several colored wires combined into a ribbon were hanging off of it, and had a clear plastic clip at the end. He took the panel and set it into my neck, the gold pins facing him. Xavier politely took the multi-tool from Toy Chica's hand, as well as the four screws.

"Thank you." Xavier said to Toy Chica.

"Happy to help!" Toy Chica chirped, beaming back at Xavier.

Xavier maneuvered his index finger and thumb, rolling one of the screws in between them. He leaned towards me, and began to put the screws into place, securing the board inside me. Once he had finished installing the screws, I heard a click as he clipped the wires into their proper place.

"Nearly done…" Xavier said, distracted. He picked up the voice box from the tile beside him, and brought it closer to me. "Just have to insert the pins…" Xavier pushed the small grey box into my neck, and I felt it slide into place.

A wave of green code jumped into my vision.

Device detected in area {voice_box} Running compatibility scan…
Device "Toy-F_Voice_Box" compatible. Download software from "Toy-F_Voice_Box"? (Yes/No)

"Yes." I thought.

Download affirmed starting download…

I watched as lines and lines of complex code scrolled past my vision, each appearing for only a moment before being replaced by the next.

Download complete running {voice_box} test

"H-Hello?" I asked aloud.

"It works!" Xavier cheered, absolutely beaming.

Device "Toy-F_Voice_Box" fully functional. Device setup complete.

The green text blinked out of existence.

I blinked, and looked back at Xavier and the others. Xavier was saying something to me, but I only caught the end of what he said.

"Sorry, I missed that." I apologized to Xavier. He nodded.

"What do you think?" Xavier repeated, smiling.

"It works perfectly!" I told him happily. I felt extremely excited to be able to speak again. I could feel my tail wagging back and forth. I smiled at everyone in close proximity to me.

"Alright," Xavier began, getting right back to business, "you told me that your arm and legs are still injured, correct?"

"Yes..." I told him, my happiness fading quickly. My tail stopped wagging, falling lifeless to the floor, and my ears lowered as well.

"Don't worry Foxy." Xavier consoled me. "Your arm will be really easy to fix, and your legs don't seem too damaged. If we didn't have a time limit, I could order in new parts to fully repair you."

"Why is my arm easy to fix!?" I asked, bewildered. "It has a bullet hole in it, and won't move!"

"I'll show you why." Xavier said. He stood up, and walked over to the box that Mangle had pulled out of the back room. He bent down, and began to shuffle through it, removing spare parts and placing them on the floor. He removed the animatronic masks he had just taken off, an old paper plate doll, and several older pieces of junk as well.

"Here it is." Xavier announced need, producing an arm identical to my right arm, minus the wrist, and fingers. "I found this when she," Xavier gestured towards Mangle, "brought the box out. It was under all of the new masks I put on the others." Xavier walked towards me, carrying the arm. "I guess you won't need that hook anymore."

I was overwhelmed with joy as Xavier came to a stop by my right side. My tail was whipping back and forth uncontrollably, and I smiled.

"So, Foxy…" Xavier said, setting the arm down on the ground gently. "I don't want to spend too long on your arm just in case it's painful to you. Do you know how your arm detaches, or is it built into your endoskeleton?"

"I don't know…" I told him honestly. "I haven't needed to until now."

"That makes things difficult…" Xavier sighed. "Would it be okay if I checked your left arm to see if I can make it out?"

"You're not going to shoot my arm or anything?" I joked.

"…really?" Xavier sighed once more.

"Yes, of course it's fine!" I laughed. "You managed to bandage Mike's… arm…" I stopped remembering why I was getting repaired in the first place.

"Sorry Foxy…" Xavier apologized.

I realized I had stopped moving. I forced my tail to wag half-heartedly, and I smiled.

"What's there to be sorry about?" I asked, trying to not let them see how devastated I was. "We're going to get Mike back, and then the person responsible for all of this will be brought to justice." I lied. I knew it wouldn't be that easy, but I had to try, for their sake, and mine.

Xavier walked around to my left side, and began looking at my shoulder joint for any sort of panel, or way to remove my arm safely. He even looked in between the areas where my arm connected to my shoulder, where you could see my endoskeleton if you looked closely.

He poked and prodded at me for a few minutes, even causing me to laugh when he accidentally tickled me. He whispered things to himself while he worked, making me smile.

Xavier gave a quiet growl, and stood up, backing away from me and coming to stand directly before me.

"I can't find a way to take it off." He frowned. He looked thoughtful for a moment, before he snapped his fingers. "I know! Do you think your arms connect through an electrified socket? That would-no… That wouldn't be right… Maybe-"

"Xavier." I said, snapping him out of whatever thought process he was thinking of.

"Sorry." Xavier apologized. "Now… How am I going to go about doing this…?"

"Well… We could always just try to pull it off… Right?" I asked.

"Yes… But I don't believe I'm physically strong enough. Besides, it might not be the proper way to remove it. The removal might be incredibly painful to you as well." Xavier counted off the problems on his fingers. "Are you sure?"

"We have to try." I nodded.

Xavier walked around to my right side, and gingerly laid his fingers on my shoulder. I grit my teeth, resisting the urge to tell him to stop.

Mangle reached down from the ceiling, and grabbed my left hand with one of her hands, and squeezed gently.

"Are you alright Foxy?" Xavier asked, removing his hand from my shoulder. "I can always try to find another way."

"No. I'm… I'm fine." I lied.

"Okay…" Xavier said, sounding unsure.

Xavier took his other hand, and gently gripped me around the joint in my shoulder. I hissed in pain, and gripped Mangle's hand tightly. She quietly yelped as I squeezed, but smiled all the same. The pain was torturous. I felt like someone had taken a butter knife, wedged it into my shoulder, and started repeatedly hitting it with a mallet. (Not that I knew what that felt like.)

Xavier began to pull, and something in my shoulder snapped. I cried out in agony, and I wrenched Mangle's hand causing her to lose her grip and crash to the floor. Xavier immediately let go, and stepped back three steps. I leaned forwards and curled up, placing my head in between my knees. I slowly rocked myself back and forth, whimpering, tears streaming down my face as I waited for the pain to subside.

"Nope." Xavier announced, walking around in front of me. "This is too harmful to you. Unless you can somehow increase your pain threshold on command, we can't do this now. Sorry Foxy."

I slowly sat up, trying not to jostle my numb arm. I looked up at Xavier and smiled a little, ignoring the stinging pain in my shoulder.

"I… I can try…" I said quietly. I focused my mind on the green command text that had appeared previously. "Initiate command console startup." I thought.

Command console startup initiated
Awaiting input:_

"Access pain threshold… command... thing…" I thought, hoping that my computer would understand what I was thinking about.

Command {Pain_Threshold_Control} locked. Administrative input required enter password:_

"Oh crap…" I said aloud. "I need a password to access the pain threshold command… Thing."

"Wait. You managed to access your command center?" Xavier asked incredulously. "I can get you in through there."

"How?" I asked.

"Simple." Xavier replied. "Find a list of previous users, or the last administrator that accessed your internal computer. Your computer should have kept them activated, and you will be able to access your settings through there."

"Alright…" I said, unsure. "I'll try."

"Access previous users list." I thought, trying to command my computer.

Request denied administrative input required enter password:_

"Gah!" I growled. "I need a password to access the users list." I could feel my tail flicking back and forth angrily.

"Try to override the password. The computer is part of you after all." Xavier said. "Try accessing the settings as part of the computer, not a user."

"I'll try…" I sighed. I imagined myself inside of the code. I stopped thinking of the computer as a separate entity, but as part of myself. I willed the computer to fit my personality, and to allow me to access it's inner workings.

I felt some kind of door open, and terabytes of data flowing through me. I felt every mechanical part inside of me shift and turn. I felt powerful. Yet… At the same time… I was lonely. I was by myself in a large expanse of information.

I was compelled to sit there, forever soaking in the vast amount of data and knowledge.

"Access pain… threshold… command…" I managed, fighting the urge to give into the vast amount of data.

I felt myself being transported through the computer, carried towards a singular point in an expanse of data. Everything suddenly stopped as I was slammed into a digital barrier, causing me to yelp in reality.

"Are you alright Foxy?" I heard Xavier ask. He sounded concerned.

"I'm… Fine." I forced myself to say. I was finding it easier to resist the computer's compelling force.

Unidentified foreign user detected Booting anti-virus :: Running full system scan

I felt a tingling sensation all over my body as the anti-virus ran. I had no idea what could happen to me if the anti-virus identified me as a threat. I just hoped that my computer would be able to identify me, and allow me access.

…
System scan completed :: No threats detected.
Giving administrator permissions to user {Error}: Please create a user identification.
Awaiting input:_

I wasn't even able to think of a decent name before my computer selected one for me.

User {Foxy_Foxy} given administrator permissions disabling firewall restrictions for {Foxy_Foxy}

All of the force that was trying to draw me into the network of information suddenly stopped. I allowed myself to relax, no longer fighting myself.

"There." I announced. "I have full command of the computer."

"Really?" Xavier seemed confused. "I didn't think that would actually work…" He mumbled the last part, but I still heard it.

I rolled my eyes, before bringing my focus back onto the task at hand.

"For the last time… Access pain threshold command." I commanded my computer.

I felt my computer obey me without any hesitations. I was whisked away towards the area I had requested with no complications.

Command {pain_threshold} accessed.

Warning! {pain_threshold} is a passive system! Any changes to {pain_threshold} may draw power from vital systems! Continue? (Yes/No)

"Yes." I commanded. A list of words and options jumped into my vision, each of them tied directly to my pain center.

{pain_threshold} Status:: Active

Sensitivity % :: 100%

Current {pain} – limit :: 52%

Shut down if {pain} reaches limit? (Yes/No)

{pain_threshold} is functioning normally.

An entire screen of settings sat waiting for my input.

"Change… Edit sensitivity." I commanded my computer. More green text appeared, replacing the settings list.

Sensitivity % :: 100%

Awaiting input:_

"Reduce sensitivity to fifty percent." I thought.

Warning! {sensitivity} is part of a passive system. Reducing {sensitivity} will draw power from other systems. Proceed? (Yes/No)

"Yes." I commanded hesitantly.

Warning! Reducing {sensitivity} may lead to damaged systems without detection. Proceed? (Yes/No)

"Yes…" I wasn't to sure about this plan anymore.

Reducing {sensitivity} to 50%...

Warning! Redirecting power to {pain_threshold - sensitivity} from :: {movement}/{cognitive_function}/{vision}/{voice_box}

I blinked slowly as power was re-directed through my body to lowering my sensitivity to pain. I suddenly felt warm and fuzzy through my body, and I became dizzy. I giggled as the room began to shift and warp before my eyes.

"Foxy, are you alright?" Xavier asked. I saw him standing in front of me, waving back and forth like a wacky inflatable arm flailing tube man.

"You're all wobbly…" I laughed.

"You're tilting to the side…" Xavier sighed. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I've… Never been better…" I giggled. The tables and chairs that were scattered across the room were wobbling around, looking like they would collapse on their legs. The few flickering lights remaining shifted around, trying to find a spot to settle in.

"Did it work?" Xavier asked.

"Did… Did what work?" I asked.

"Reducing the amount of pain you feel!" Xavier exclaimed. He placed a wavy arm on his face, making it look like he was polishing his face with a cloth.

"Oh, yessh!" I slurred. I paused for a moment, furrowing my brows at the way I said the word. "Yeshh… Yesss… Yes… I-I sssh-think it worked…"

Xavier reached out towards me, looking like he would fall over at any moment due to the constantly shifting room. I felt him gently lay a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey!" I protested, raising my left arm. "You… You don't ever… ever touch sshomeone wishout their conshent…"

"I'm sorry." Xavier sighed, retracting his hand. He stood up straight and took a deep breath. "May I fix your arm?"

"Of courshe you can! I told you earlier that I wanted my arm fixshed!" I giggled.

The entire room began tilting sideways, and then suddenly lurched to the right. The room stopped falling, and I saw a rather blurry Mangle holding my waist. The room slowly returned to a level position, still swirling a little. Mangle's face entered my vision, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Thanks…" I said slowly. I realized that I didn't know her name, and Mangle seemed like such a rude name for such a nice person. "What's your name? I don't want to call you Mangle, becaushhe it shoundss rude…"

Mangle smiled, and slowly lowered herself. She took one of her hands and pointed to an area on her neck. I frowned, and leaned in trying to read the small word engraved into the metal. I squinted as I tried to read it. I was tempted to ask her to make her neck stop rippling and waving, but that would be rude. I wiped away a layer of dust from her, making her name a little easier to read.

"V… Vicky? Vicky the Vixen?" I read questioningly. She lifted herself higher, and nodded, smiling widely. "That's a pretty name." The red spots on her cheeks visibly darkened as she blushed.

"Okay, Foxy, I'm going to need you to hold still." Xavier told me, reaching out with a wavy arm again. "If it hurts, just tell me." I nodded silently. I was a little worried about how well he would be able to perform, given the constantly shifting room around him.

I felt Xavier rest his hand gently on my right shoulder. I could barely feel his hand, and I had to look to make sure it was there.

"You're okay?" Xavier asked.

"No…" I sighed. "I'm bored..."

Vicky squeezed me gently again. I forgot she was still there. I smiled up at her, and gave her a small wave with my left hand. She smiled and waved back while her second head spun slow circles. I felt her arm push a certain direction on my waist. I didn't even notice the room tilting until Vicky straightened it out again.

"Do you know Mike, Vicky?" I asked slowly. She tilted her head to the side, and looked at me questioningly. Suddenly something clicked. She nodded her head, her yellow eye lighting up happily. "He's in jail with bad people right now… Because you tried to catch us…" Vicky winced back, and looked down at the floor sadly. "But it's okay!" I recovered quickly. "I forgive you, and we're friends now… Right?"

"IN5$%F6X() J0..." Mangle opened her mouth and a stream of garbled static flowed free.

"You would like him." I told her. I winced as I felt a sharp pinch in my right shoulder, but I ignored it. "You're both curious, kind, and friendly." I paused for a moment, remembering the first night he was here. "When Mike first took the job, he was given very little information about what to do."

The room was swimming less, and my speech was improving. Unfortunately, the numb feeling came back to my right shoulder, and I couldn't even feel my right arm.

"He looked nervous and excited at the same time. I still chuckle whenever I remember him stumbling down the hallway after he turned off the power for the first time." I giggled a small bit. "Unfortunately, people can't see well in the dark."

Vicky nodded an affirmative, agreeing with me. That, or she was just going along with the ramblings of a drunk pirate fox.

"The first night he was here was actually kind of scary…" I said quietly. "I'm not sure why, but he seemed different. Most of the other guards seemed like jerks who only wanted to be paid. Mike seemed… Special. Maybe I was just lonely from sitting in Pirate Cove for years, but when I watched him enter the building, I knew I had to protect him."

I felt a building pressure on my shoulder, which grew uncomfortable quickly. Something snapped, and the pressure eased away. Some green text reappeared in my vision, but I didn't care. I was talking with my new friend.

Vicky gave me a questioning look, raising an eyebrow at me. She smiled a little.

"Yes-" The green text updated when I said the word. "-I know it sounds like I was some kind of stalker… I promise you I was genuinely concerned."

I took a small pause to look at the entrance of the building. If the shattered window weren't allowing snow and cold air into the building, it might have looked semi-normal. If the tables weren't shattered and scattered, it might have looked even more normal.

"Anyways… I think I sidetracked a little… Um…" I frowned, bringing my right hand to the bottom of my muzzle, resting my elbow on my knee. "Oh yeah! First night! So, I waited a few hours, waiting for his instructions from… that sick bastard." I spat, clenching my hands. The green text changed again, beginning to annoy me. Suddenly it vanished, something similar to 'Calibration complete' being the last few words.

"Foxy…" Xavier said.

"So after his instructions, I ran to go visit him. I wanted to talk to him, tell Mike about the dangers of the others, and pretty much anything else I could. When I heard that horrifying in-human scream…" I shuddered. "I ran as fast as I could. I saw Chica strangling him, Mike's legs kicking ineffectually at her…" I began shaking a little. "I tackled her, causing Chica to lose her grip on Mike. I struggled to get Chica out of the room, since she was stronger than me. I kicked her, sending her out into the hall. I slammed the emergency doors shut to make sure that-"

"Foxy!" Xavier exclaimed.

"What?" I asked impatiently. "I'm talk-"

Xavier pointed towards my right side. I looked over for a second, before looking back at him, scowling.

"What?" I grumbled. "It's an arm. You have two arms too! Do you want me to point them out to you too?" I pointed to his right arm with my left, and pointed at his left arm with my right. "Look, there-"

It finally dawned upon me that that I had two functioning arms, both with hands. I turned my arms over, and looked down at the two to compare them. I looked from my right to my left, mirroring any moves I made with my arms. I curled and released my fingers, realization settling in.

"Well?" Xavier asked. I looked up to see a smirk on his face. "Do you think it'll do?" He was holding my old arm, keeping the sharp hook pointed away from himself.

"I-I... I don't have to… I can't… I'll be able to…" I stopped trying to convey my feelings with words. I leaned forwards, and snagged Xavier's wrist. He dropped my old arm to the tile as I pulled him into a hug. I squeezed him, holding him tightly against me. "Thank you." I said quietly.

"Foxy! Can't. Breathe." Xavier gasped. I immediately released him, and he staggered back a few steps, assisted by one of Vicky's limbs to steady him.

"Sorry!" I apologized. "I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay!" Xavier said quickly, cutting me off. "I think you should be fine to return your pain threshold to normal."

"Alright…" I said hesitantly. Was it really so bad being like this all the time?

"Your right shoulder may be a little tender for a while." Xavier warned. "Just don't try to catch any more bullets."

I smiled as I commanded my onboard computer. "Access pain threshold command."

Command {pain_threshold} accessed.

Warning! {pain_threshold} is a passive system! Any changes to {pain_threshold} may draw power from vital systems! Continue? (Yes/No)

"Yes." I commanded. A list of words and options jumped into my vision for the second time.

{pain_threshold} Status:: Active

Sensitivity % :: 75%

Current {pain} – limit :: 21%

Shut down if {pain} reaches limit? (Yes/No)

{pain_threshold} is functioning normally.

It seemed as if my pain threshold reduced itself without my input. Either it began to reduce itself automatically when the main source of pain was gone, or I had a seriously broken computer.

"Raise sensitivity to one-hundred percent." I commanded.

Warning! {pain_threshold} is a passive system! Any changes to {pain_threshold} may draw power from vital systems! Continue? (Yes/No)

"Yes." I thought.

Increasing {sensitivity} to 100%...

Warning! Redirecting power to {movement}/{cognitive_function}/{vision}/{voice_box} from :: {pain_threshold - sensitivity}

Everything snapped back to normal in less than a second. The room stopped moving all together, and I no longer felt warm all over. The colors of the room became darker, and more grey under the darkness of the room. I groaned, and rolled my right shoulder.

"You weren't kidding." I winced, raising my left hand to my right shoulder, and grabbing hold of it. "I can't thank you enough for doing this."

"Actually," Xavier said, walking over to the box of spare parts and placing my old arm in it, "you'll be able to thank me just fine once I finish repairing your legs."

"Do I need to change my sensitivity again?" I asked. I really didn't like that. As much fun as it was to feel like that, I didn't want to lose control of my actions. It's happened to me one too many times.

"I doubt it." Xavier said, producing his multi-tool from his pocket, dropping to his knees in front of me. "These are just covers. They should pop off easily."

He flipped open the solid, flat blade from the tool again. He took the blade, and wedged the end in between the gap in my knee, and the covering of my lower leg. He applied gentle pressure, and the upper part of the covering snapped back. He began to pull, removing more and more of the panel.

I, deciding I would be bored if I had to watch Xavier fix anything else, turned to face the back of the room again. I found Toy Freddy standing quietly in a dark corner of the room, looking thoughtful as he counted some unknown items on his fingers.

"That's it?" Xavier asked, surprised. "You just have some gravel in between your gears. Could I get you to bend your knee a little more?"

I did as he asked, and tucked my feet underneath the chair. Immediately I heard the sounds of small rocks clinking down my legs and falling to the floor.

"Thank you." Xavier immediately returned to work.

I looked behind Xavier to find Toy Chica looking down at him, nervously twirling her thumbs. She opened her mouth, about to say something, but stopped. She looked at me for a moment, obviously trying to decide if she should talk to him or not.

I raised an eyebrow at Toy Chica, and then nodded down to Xavier, silently telling her to talk to him. She spread her arms in a what-are-you-talking-about-I-can't-do-that look. When I did nothing more to encourage her, she slowly came to kneel beside Xavier.

"H-how do these work?" Toy Chica asked nervously, seeming to be re-thinking her decision. She visibly relaxed when Xavier began to explain, completely oblivious to her reaction.

"Well… Let's see…" Xavier began. "This sprocket's speed is controlled by this cylinder, which-" I was lost at sprocket.

I looked upwards at the newly named Vicky, whose arm was still wrapped around my waist. I gently pat her hand. Vicky made a startled sound, and blushed a little, withdrawing her arm from around me. She slowly pet my head in an affectionate, almost motherly way. I smiled up at her as she took her arm away, holding onto the ceiling with it.

"One, two, three, four! I declare a thumb war!" I heard two voices exclaim from behind me.

I turned around, and watched as Bonnie and Chica dueled it out in a full out thumb war. Toy Bonnie and Balloon Boy were watching closely, leaning in closely to watch the heated match.

"Hah!" Bonnie exclaimed. "That's the best you've got?"

"I'm just warming up!" Chica retaliated.

"I'm- ugh- gonna win!" Bonnie grunted.

"Not a chance." Chica smiled.

Bonnie whimpered as Chica pinned his thumb under hers. He struggled to escape as Chica mercilessly squeezed, trapping his thumb.

"One, two, three!" Chica exclaimed, releasing Bonnie's thumb to celebrate. "Ha! Who won? I did!" Toy Bonnie was smiling happily, while Balloon Boy giggled.

"But-but I… You cheated!" Bonnie spluttered, crossing his arms and lowering his ears. "You… You're too brightly colored! Your bright yellow… Distracted me…"

"That's a pretty poor excuse Bonnie…" Chica sighed. "Now, I won, and I get to have you do one thing."

"What!?" Bonnie exclaimed, taking a step back. "I-I never agreed to this!"

"Well…" Chica began, walking slowly towards Bonnie. "When all this is over, I'm going to…"

Chica leaned forwards and began whispering. Bonnie's face turned scarlet as Chica whispered, and he began to shuffle his feet nervously.

"Deal?" Chica asked, pulling away from Bonnie and blowing a small kiss towards him.

"D-Deal." Bonnie stammered.

"Great!" Chica laughed. "Go pick up Balloon Boy." She commanded, pointing towards the small robot child.

"Hello!" Balloon Boy giggled.

"W-what!?" Bonnie exclaimed, taking a small step back. "N-no way! He's evil!"

"Does that look like evil?" Chica asked. Balloon Boy was holding his arms out like a child wanting to be picked up. "All he wants is a hug."

"That's not fair…" Bonnie grumbled, his ears lying back on his head. "I like hugs…"

I felt Xavier put the flat blade into the other knee, and pulled back the other covering. As he worked, I felt and heard tiny clinks of small rocks falling from in between my knee joints.

Bonnie tentatively stepped towards Balloon Boy, looking back at Chica; she gestured for him to keep going with her hands.

"You're not going to shock me… You're nice… Friendly…" Bonnie whispered, mostly to himself. He crept closer to Balloon Boy, nearly within arms reach.

"Brraaaiinnzzz…" Balloon Boy groaned, taking a step towards Bonnie, arms outstretched.

"AHAHAA!" Bonnie screamed, jumping back, standing on one foot with his arms tucked towards his chest. He looked down at Balloon Boy and scowled. "Why would you do that?" He grumbled.

Balloon Boy giggled in response, holding his arms out once more. Chica was chuckling behind Bonnie, biting one finger to prevent herself from getting too loud. Toy Bonnie was standing near Balloon Boy, smiling.

"You looked like you were about to do some fancy fighting." Chica commented, fighting back another laugh.

"Shush you." Bonnie pointed towards her accusingly. "You planned this, didn't you?"

"No, but I should have." She smiled.

Bonnie took a quick moment to prepare himself, before slowly shuffling towards Balloon Boy again.

"I've managed to remove most of the gravel." Xavier announced, turning my attention from the back of the room to him. I looked down to see him pushing the covers of my legs back into place with two quick snaps. "There may be more, but they're so small that they won't do much harm. Just walk around until you can work the rest of them out." Xavier folded the multi-tool, and placed it back into his pocket. "If we had a few more hours, I would be able to take apart your legs, clean them out, and reattach them."

Xavier stood up with a hand from Toy Chica. He thanked her, and then turned to face me. Both he and Toy Chica offered me a hand. I grabbed them both, and they helped me to my feet. I wobbled a little and Vicky's hand shot out, grabbing hold of my left shoulder to steady me incase I fell.

"Thanks." I smiled up at her. She nodded in response.

I took an experimental step to see how badly my legs were damaged. I managed the step with little difficulty, although my knee popped a little. I shook out my legs, causing a few small clinks as several small pieces of gravel fell to the floor from the opening connecting my legs and feet.

I took several more small steps, completely normal other than the occasional pop. I nodded at Vicky, who removed her hand from my shoulder with a small pat.

"Thank you, Xavier." I smiled. I took several quick steps towards him, and hugged him tightly.

"Breathing is becoming more difficult." Xavier groaned as I lifted him from the ground.

"Thank you so much." I whispered to him, finally setting him down.

"No problem." Xavier said quickly, taking a few breaths. He rubbed his ribs, wincing slightly.

"AAAAHHH!" Bonnie screamed. I saw a bright flash out of the corner of my eyes. I whipped my head around, watching as Bonnie dropped Balloon Boy to the floor. Small sparks were occasionally jumping from Bonnie's body to the nearest metal object, which happened to be Toy Bonnie. Fortunately, Toy Bonnie's plastic covering stopped most of the shocks.

"You little sh-" Bonnie stopped himself. "Hah… I-I knew it! I knew that you," he pointed to Chica, "and him were going to do something to me!" Bonnie turned around, and walked over to Toy Bonnie. "He's my new best friend."

"I am?" Toy Bonnie asked, looking confused

"Yup." Bonnie said, putting a hand on Toy Bonnie's back and turning him around. "Let's leave them alone."

"Okay…" Toy Bonnie said, unsure. He looked back over his shoulder to Chica, who was slowly creeping up behind them. Balloon Boy was standing still, laughing at Bonnie as the two walked towards Pirate Cove.

"Hey Bonnie!" Chica called. She sprinted towards him, a smile plastered to her face

Bonnie turned around, opening his mouth to say something. His eyes became wide as dinner plates as Chica barreled towards him.

"AH-oomph!" Bonnie was cut off in mid shout as Chica tackled him, sending them both to the floor, skidding a few feet. Toy Bonnie was left standing there, looking like he had just seen something ridiculous. He had a "What!?" expression, similar to the face you make when you hear something stupid.

"Do you forgive me?" Chica giggled. She was laying on top of Bonnie, her face directly in front of his.

"No." Bonnie frowned. "Now please get off me."

"Nope!" Chica laughed, pinning down Bonnie's shoulders with her hands. She leaned forwards and kissed him quickly, nothing more than a little peck. "Do you forgive me now?"

"N-no! Get off me!" Bonnie struggled, trying to throw Chica off of himself. Chica kissed him again, a little longer this time.

"How about now?" She asked, drawing away from Bonnie.

"N…No…" Bonnie said, blushing. Chica leaned towards him again, smirking.

"Geez!" Xavier exclaimed, taking my attention from Chica and Bonnie. "Who put this together? Children?"

Xavier was looking at up Vicky's neck, examining what looked like her voice box. When I leaned in to look, I saw the problem.

Vicky's voice box was supposed to be wired like mine was. However, she had wired crossing each other, some not even connected at all. I watched Vicky nod in response to Xavier's question.

"Oh…" Xavier said quietly. "Well… Nothing's too badly damaged. I should be able to re-wire your voice box. Just give me a few minutes."

Vicky nodded. She was hanging from the roof, clinging onto whatever surface she could. The wooden beams near the roof helped.

I looked down at my right arm again. I moved my fingers slowly and individually, trying to manipulate them properly. This would take some getting used to. The fur on my right arm seemed a little faded. When I looked closer, I realized that there was dust layered on it. I brushed my left arm with my right, sending a cloud of dust into the air.

A sudden breeze cut across the room from the broken window, sending the dust Xavier's way. It blew right into his face, causing him to drop his multi-tool and put his hands to his eyes.

"Agh!" Xavier cried, rubbing his eyes. "Can't see. Give me a moment, Vicky."

"T-t-t-tak-k-k-k-ke yyyyyyyyour time-ime-ime-ime." Vicky managed to say. Her eyes lit up when she realized that she could speak, even if it was very robotic and scratchy at the moment.

"S-sorry…" I apologized, feeling extremely embarrassed. I walked towards the side of the room, steering myself towards the bathrooms. "I'm going to go clean up…"

"It's fine." Xavier said, blinking tears and dust from his eyes. I smiled back at him and Vicky as she raised one hand in a wave.

I crossed the floor, looking back to my right at Chica, Bonnie, Balloon Boy, and Toy Bonnie. I heard a quiet "Fine…" And watched as Chica helped Bonnie up, pulling him to his feet. Chica hugged Bonnie, while Toy Bonnie looked like he was surrounded by crazy people. Balloon Boy snuck up behind Bonnie and Chica, giving them a small zap. Bonnie yelped, and Chica jumped. Balloon Boy began laughing at the two. They both glowered down at him, cutting his laughter short.

Even though they seemed happy, their eyes said otherwise. I could see they were worried, but what they were worried about was hard to tell.

Chica looked over towards me and gave me a small smile, as if telling me not to worry.

I walked through the washroom entrance, and pushed open the entrance to the women's washroom with a loud squeak. I had to duck a little so I wouldn't catch my ears on the door frame. The door swung shut behind me, blocking out the sounds of the night.

The room was so different from the area just past the doors. The floors were relatively clean compared to the front of the building. Each stall door was destroyed, a huge dent in the middle of each. The first stall's door was folded in half, the hollow metal inside exposed. The only stall that was untouched was the second last one, where Mike and I hid from the others on the third night. A fluorescent light directly over my head was flickering, giving the area an eerie feel.

I began to shiver, forcing me to wrap my tail around my middle, acting like a poofy blanket.

"Why are bathrooms so cold?" I thought to myself. I hugged myself, rubbing my arms to warm them up. Unfortunately, this caused another cloud of dust to drift away from my right arm and disperse.

I sighed, and walked myself towards a sink with a mirror directly in front of it. I looked up at my reflection and frowned.

I was a mess to say the least. I was covered in small scratches, some of them with a small amount of dried dark fluid on them; the rest of the scratches were small, and only put small tears in my shirt. I had several lines running from my eyes down my face, making the fur darkened and flat. The area around and beneath my right shoulder was matted and drenched in more of the black fluid, some of it still damp.

I was most shocked when I looked into my eyes though. My orange eyes looked glassy, and vulnerable. I looked as if I had nothing to live for. I shook my head and smiled, trying to look at least a small bit better.

It didn't work.

I sighed, and moved to remove my torn shirt. I grimaced in pain when I moved my right shoulder backwards to grab hold of my shirt.

"Suck it up." I steeled myself, forcing myself through the pain. "You've had worse."

I pulled the shirt over my head, and set it on the counter next to the sink. I ran the water, and cupped some in my hands. I leaned down and splashed some on my face, trying to clean myself up. I blinked the water from my eyes, and rubbed my face with my wet hands.

I straightened up, and rubbed some water from my eyes, looking into the dirty mirror. I stopped, freezing in place as I stared at my reflection.

My eyes were pitch black.

I did a double take, rubbing my eyes for a second and then looking back. I was looking into my glowing orange eyes, my face dripping with water.

I blinked again, just to be sure I wasn't seeing things. All I could see in the mirror was a dirty pirate fox, badly in need of cleaning.

"…" I made a quiet noise, feeling a little worried about what I saw. Maybe I was dreaming.

I waited a few more seconds to see if anything would happen. I stared closely at the mirror, and when nothing happened, I slowly began to clean myself again.

"Maybe I'm going crazy…" I spoke to myself, washing the rest of my face.

I looked over to my right, and spotted a paper towel roll. I grabbed it, and began to fear off pieces. I wet the pieces, and I began to tenderly wash my right shoulder, wincing whenever I accidentally grazed over a sore spot. I watched as the newly wet black fluid dripped to the floor, splattering across the white and black tile. Some of the water ran down my right arm, a strange sensation to me.

After a couple minutes of washing, most of the black fluid had been removed, save a faint black stain spanning across my right side from shoulder to hip. My right arm was easy to clean as well. I took a wet paper towel and began to scrub, easily washing away most of the dust and dirt.

I took the shirt I had set on the counter, and put it into the sink, running water over it in hopes of washing away the black fluid. I worked at the shirt for a minute, taking care to remove any traces of my injury.

Now semi-clean and thoroughly soaked, I realized that I didn't think of a way to dry myself. I looked over at the almost empty roll of paper towel, realizing that wasn't an option.

My eyes settled on a white, cube-like object near the entrance of the room. It had a silver tube sticking out of it, pointing towards the ground. As I stepped closer to the object, the words "air dryer" became easily visible.

"That's convenient." I said quietly to myself, smiling a little at my fortune.

I walked towards the air dryer, trying not to slip on the tile. While I was walking, my right knee locked up, nearly sending me to the floor. I managed to regain my balance, and stood on my left leg to fix it. I rotated my right knee backwards, dislodging whatever was caught in between the gears. A quiet plink, plink made me sigh. The small rock dropped from in between my foot and leg joint, and skittered across the floor. I bent my knee to check if I was back to normal. Satisfied, I set my right foot into the ground again.

My foot slipped on the wet floor, sending my legs out from under me. I fell to the floor, my hands flying out to slow my fall. I hit the floor hard, jarring my right shoulder and slamming my knee into the tile. I made a quiet noise as I recovered from the sharp pain in my shoulder.

I allowed myself to lay on the cold tile, sighing in defeat. I turned my head, and my eyes came to settle on a small rock laying a few centimeters from my face.

"There's a special place in Hell for you." I growled, moving my arm to flick the rock across the room. It made a satisfying tink as it hit the base of a toilet.

Now soaking wet, and laying on the cold bathroom floor, I felt myself begin to shiver. The quiet sounds of my insides shaking echoed faintly.

I pushed myself up, getting my knees under me and then jumping to my feet. I managed to walk the rest of the way to the air dryer without incident.

Once I reached the box, I began looking for a way to activate it. I looked for buttons on the side of it, and or possibly anything else to turn on the air dryer. Eventually my eyes settled on a picture with two slides. The left one depicted a pair of hands floating near the underside of the silver tube sprouting from the box. The second image displayed the pair of hands directly under the tube, with some red squiggles coming out of the tube.

"This is either an air dryer or a bacon dispenser." I thought to myself, smirking. "It's a win either way."

I set my wet shirt on top of the box, and slowly inched my hands towards the bottom of the tube.

A loud whoosh of warm air startled me, causing me to jerk my hands back. I shook my head, realizing that I had just been scared by air.

I placed my hands under the tube again, and began to dry myself off. I had to duck under the air dryer to dry off my face, but the rest of it was simple.

In just over a minute I was completely dry, and felt warm and fuzzy all over. My fur was poofing up, making me feel a little weird. I removed my wet shirt from the box, and began to dry it as well.

"Dum de de dum de dum dum." I hummed aloud, smiling. I felt my tail moving faintly side to side.

I finished drying my shirt quickly, and put it on. I shuddered as I put on my shirt, the warm cloth and fur surrounding my upper body.

I walked towards the bathroom door, stepping quickly and happily across the room. I was nearly to the door when I noticed something standing in the way, flickering.

"-ou're a-al-st ou- of t-me." The flickering form of Shadow Bonnie spoke, both aloud and in my head. "Yo- c-can no- l-t him w-n."

"Who are you?" I asked, taking a step back. I wasn't afraid of it, but I was concerned about what it could do. I thought back to the "dream" that everyone had experienced a little while ago. Shadow Freddy pinned me to the wall without trying, and wiped my memory.

"I-I –m no-nothi-g lik- t-e o-othe-" Shadow Bonnie explained, it's voice flickering in and out like static. "-ou c-can t-rust me."

"How can I trust you?" I asked skeptically.

"I a-m th- on-y –easo- M-Mike i-s s-ill a-a-li-e." Shadow Bonnie said.

I froze. The only sound in the room was the faint clicking of my gears.

"Is… Is he okay…?" I asked slowly. I feared the answer, knowing that it wouldn't be the answer I wanted.

"He'- b—n –njur-d." Shadow Bonnie said, its form flickering more rapidly, before settling for a half transparent form. "Badly."

Shadow Bonnie glanced over its shoulder, focusing on something that I couldn't see.

"I am out of time." Shadow Bonnie said, turning to face me once more. "They are coming back. I-" Shadow Bonnie stopped, and cocked its head, as if listening. It slowly smiled, nodding slightly. "You have a visitor."

I listened carefully to any sounds past the door. I heard some sort of commotion, and shouting. I made a move to step around Shadow Bonnie, but it only shook it's head.

"Listen." Shadow Bonnie spoke. I stood quietly, compelled to hear what it had to tell me. "I need you to remember these two things. Many lives depend on this."

I nodded.

"He does not know you are all active before midnight, or after six A.M. He also does not know that the others are no longer being controlled. Make sure you keep it that way." Shadow Bonnie spoke. It was obviously referring to the person on the phone. "Second, you cannot let him finish what he started. Mike is the only person that can get the story out there. You need to protect him."

Shadow Bonnie began to fade, slowly becoming more transparent. I began walking towards the door.

"Foxy." Shadow Bonnie said, causing me to freeze in place. "If you have to decide between killing him, and saving Mike…" Shadow Bonnie was nearly gone, just a faint outline remaining. "You know what you have to do…"

With those chilling words, I was left alone in the room once more.

The commotion in the dining area started up again. I walked quickly towards the door, and pushed it open. I raced down the small hall and took a sharp left, sliding to a stop as I took in situation.

Golden Freddy was sitting on the floor, slumped to the side. Shadow Freddy was in the room as well, flickering rapidly, almost nonexistent. The endoskeleton that Golden Freddy had stolen was standing in the middle of the room like some sort of statue.

With a giggle, Golden Freddy disappeared, leaving a seething Shadow Freddy shouting at nothing.

"BRING MY SUIT BACK YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Shadow Freddy screamed, turning into a shadow cloud and launching itself towards the spot Golden Freddy just was. It reformed, flickering even faster than before. It looked like it was nearly out of energy. "A-And I kno- they w-were he-r-re t-t-too! RAGH!" Shadow Freddy gave a frustrated growl, and faded off into a cloud of purple smoke.

My eyes were flicking quickly around the room, trying to check everything at once. After a quick sweep of the room, I realized that nothing was different, save the expressions of everyone. It looked like everyone was frozen in place.

"What… What was that?" I asked, breaking the silence. It seemed to make everyone jump back to life. Vicky's head snapped around to face me, while her second head watched the front of the building.

"Foxy!" Vicky exclaimed, clambering across the ceiling towards me. I watched her "hands" grab hold of any surface in reach, allowing herself to move towards me. "How are you dear?" She had an incredibly beautiful voice.

"Um… I'm not really sure..." I replied, a little confused. "Dea-" Vicky cut me off with a hug, lifting me off the ground.

"Don't worry honey, we'll sort out everything. Mike will be back safe and sound, and everything will be back to normal." Vicky looked to her right, her eyes settling on Balloon Boy, who was hiding behind Bonnie's legs. "…mostly."

Vicky set me down gently, ruffling the fur on the top of my head.

"Thanks, Vicky." I smiled up at her. "But why were they here?" I asked, looking over at where Golden and Shadow Freddy had just been.

"Oh, yes." Vicky said, blinking as if she had just remembered something. "Well, you were washing up- you look great by the way- and Xavier just finished rewiring my voice box when the yellow one appeared. I think it was called 'Fredbear,' but I can't be sure…" She paused for a moment, looking up at the ceiling. "Anyways, 'Fredbear' was standing quietly, and then suddenly faded away, leaving the endoskeleton standing there. It reappeared a few meters away, slumped over."

I nodded, not really needing a whole story about what happened, but I didn't want to be rude.

"This sent everyone into a commotion, and…" Vicky glanced over at Bonnie, and then back to me. "…Bonnie, was it?" I nodded in response, earning a small smile from her. "Bonnie shouted something about murder, and something else I really shouldn't repeat. It was only a few seconds later that the purple one appeared. It looked very wispy, as if it couldn't hold itself together. I felt some sort of dread settle over me, and then… Well, you know the rest."

"Oh…" I whispered, casting my gaze fearfully at the spot where the two had vanished.

I stood still, blinking as Bonnie suddenly rushed towards the endoskeleton, arms outstretched.

"Andy!" Bonnie exclaimed, picking up the endoskeleton. He hugged the creepy looking endoskeleton, almost jumping with excitement.

Bonnie opened his eyes, and realized that everyone in the room was staring at him. With a start, he set down the endoskeleton, and brushed himself off.

"Um…" Bonnie stammered. "I-I mean… Lifeless, useless endoskeleton… Yeah…" Bonnie made a sound as if he were clearing his throat. He pressed a small red button on the side of the endoskeleton's head, and stepped away. The endoskeleton jumped to life, and began walking towards the backstage area. "Bye…" Bonnie whispered, frowning as the endoskeleton passed through the doorway and into the dark room.

I turned my gaze away from Bonnie, and back to the rest of the room. Everyone looked in worse shape than when I left, as if some sort of weight had been set on their shoulders.

Suddenly, a yellow light was visible in the corner of my eye. I jumped a little, and turned to face Vicky, who was nearly touching my face with hers. She examined me for a moment, before suddenly enveloping me in a hug.

"You look worried. Is everything alright?" Vicky asked, releasing me from her grip.

I readied myself for what I was about to say and do.

"I hate being the center of attention…" I thought to myself, internally cringing.

I called for everyone in the room. It didn't take long for everyone to gather around me. I was now the sole focus of the room.

~{o}~{o}~

I finished explaining what had occurred to me, looking around at everyone in the room. Bonnie was the first to speak, thankfully turning the attention away from myself.

"Wait," Bonnie began, panicked, "Mike's been hurt? How badly? We should leave right now! But we can't! What did it mean by, "the reasons he's still alive!?" Is it a trap? Are we-"

"Bonnie!" Freddy snapped. Bonnie immediately snapped his mouth shut, while Vicky cast him a sympathetic look. Freddy took a moment before speaking again. "If… If what Foxy says is true, and we aren't being deceived… We're going to have to wait."

"But… They won't notice if we're a few minutes early, right?" Chica asked.

"Do you really want to put Mike's life on the line because you couldn't be patient?" Freddy growled. "We have to wait until midnight to leave. No excuses."

"Tell them about the last part." I thought to myself.

"No!" I shook my head, out of the attention of everyone. "I can't let them choose between Mike and him. This is my problem, and I'll fix it."

"…thirteen minutes." Xavier announced, lowering his wristwatch. "I realize I can't help you there, and calling the police would be a huge risk. I'm going to have to wait for you here. Once you leave, I'll go to the security office." Several of us nodded to acknowledge him.

Everyone moved to the front of the room, nearing the broken window. The night was now silent, and the clouds of the storm were long gone. The cool, cloudless night allowed the light of hundreds of thousands of stars to twinkle down upon us.

And so we waited.

We were completely silent as we waited. Each tick of the clock was another blow to my sanity. Every second we waited, I worried something could go wrong.

I turned to look at my friends. Bonnie and Chica were holding hands, staring out into the cool night. Freddy was standing, his blue eyes reflecting his worry inside. Toy Bonnie was standing beside me, his hands clenched, and a determined frown on his face. Vicky was hanging quietly, her exposed wires waving in the slight breeze. Toy Freddy, Toy Chica, and Balloon Boy were all standing side by side, each one focused on the outside world.

We waited.

My shirt rippled in the cool breeze, and I felt my fur stand up to keep myself warm.

But we still waited.

A distant howl echoed throughout the streets, reaching our ears.

And we waited.

…

Bong… Bong… Bong…

As the time struck midnight, the clock rang out.

Bong… Bong… Bong...

"It's time." Freddy announced. We began to climb through the broken window, out into the night. Xavier turned and walked slowly to the back of the building, the security doors slamming shut.

Bong… Bong… Bong…

As we entered the snowy streets, the snow crunching under our feet, I cast my gaze back at the pizzeria for a final time, unsure if I would ever see it again.

"I'm coming for you, Mike…" I whispered.

Bong… Bong… Bong...

Authors Note

So… Sorry the chapter took a while.

Um… If you have anything you want to tell me in a review, I would recommend writing it down or coming up with some way to remember it before you read below this sentence.

Also a huge thanks to CelfwrDderwydd for giving me tons of great ideas and inspiration. He is one of the best writers, and you should definately go check him out.

If anyone was wondering why I decided to call the Purple Man Vincent just like everyone else, I wanted to show some support for the fan community. What would this game be without it?

Also, not coming up with a super unique name for Mangle. I'm honestly terrible with names, and half of the community's "Mangle" name is Vicky anyways. Even when switching stories, some characters should be easily identifiable.

Just a quick update. I decided that I may or may not be going to Scotland/Ireland. Unfortunately, I had thought that I would have had a job by now. People don't like hiring teenagers… I wonder why? It's probably not because of all those other one's who do drugs, swear at everyone, show no respect and are complete ass hats. Couldn't be them... It's obviously Obama. THANKS OBAMA!

Another "quick update." As of writing this, I have a job interview at The Source. I hope it goes well. I would ask you all to wish me luck, but it's kind of late by the time you're reading this.

Well… I had my interview. It was nothing at all like I was prepared for. We didn't even shake hands! It was weird. Anyways, they said they would call the day after to tell me if I had the job or not.

Still haven't gotten a call… It's currently 11:44 the day after. I think this job was a scrap. Thanks Obama.

Well, I wrote my Math final. I was more concerned about my midterm than the final. Weird. It's currently 11:14PM and my Social final is at 9:00 am tomorrow. Hope I do well. Again, the whole "wish me luck" thing won't work…

Another thing. I canceled my trip to Scotland/Ireland. I couldn't rely on the fact that I "might" get a job. Unfortunately, this cancelation had an attached fee. So, instead of getting our (we paid (parents and I together) a $95 fee to ensure I was on the trip, a $195 fee to enable them to start taking money out of our account, and a $395 fee for the first months payment. I didn't want us to run out of money, and possibly end up in debt, so I canceled it. We were supposed to get a refund, but the cancelation fee took away any other form of money we were supposed to get back) refund, we managed to lose about $500-$700. Great…

On another note, I managed to get a job! Woo! I walked into Canadian Tire (not sure if any of you outside of Canada have heard of it. It's like a larger version of Home Depot, which also services cars, and has pretty much everything you could think of except for fresh produce) and handed them my resume. I waited between 30 seconds to a minute, before I was asked if I wanted to do cash. I said yes, and I waited a few seconds before I was asked to follow a lady for an interview. I went upstairs, and was seated in another room, talking to another person. I managed to get the job, and I start tomorrow. So, I need steel-toed shoes and black dress pants for tomorrow. Good thing the dress pants were cheap and we had a spare pair of steel-toed shoes sitting in the closet. Seriously, those things feel like stilts. I get to work as a cashier. I'll tell you about the first day of work/orientation below.

So… First day… It was boring… I had orientation, and I got to… Do nothing really. I sat in a chair and filled out online learning stuff. Woo…

Hey! Also, due to my exercise from February 17th to now, I've lost 16 pounds, and can do much more athletic stuff without getting tired. Hey, being able to pop my pecs is a bonus. All the girls love that (not really, I saw their reaction first hand. They actually went "Eww! Why can you do that?") Now all I need to do I get a tan, become 6, 5" and become an actor. Boom. I'm Dwayne (The Rock) Johnson. I guess standing in the same spot for 8 hours a day helps.

Oh! Several things! 1) I watched Wall-e again, and I have to say I absolutely adore that movie. I'm thinking of making a (PG) fanfic of before the movie when he began to become self-aware and real, or afterwards when the crew of several thousand to million that were on the Axium sent a signal out to any other possible ships still under the auto pilot's control. That, or have it where the Axium was the only ship, and after billions of people died, the survivors were put into the ship and sent into space. 2) Thinking of making several (PG) Pokemon fanfics. No spoilers as of yet. 3) Thinking of making a story about Portal, from before Portal, between Portal and Portal 2, and after Portal 2. I'm excited.

Another thing. I watched Jurassic World. I f*****g loved that movie! I'm very tempted to write about after the end of that. (No spoilers for any of you that haven't seen it yet)

Also, just because FNaF 4 came out and said that a child was the victim of the bite, doesn't mean that I'm going to change the story. After all… Phone Guy said, "It's amazing that the human body can survive without the frontal lobe." In the end of FNaF 4, you hear a flatline, indicating the child died. Obviously, the child didn't survive, but someone else may have…

More notes! Yay! I finished Grade 10 with honors. My highest grades were Math and Scoemce with a 90% in both. The rest of my classes were between 83%-88%, with my lowest mark being gym with a 79%. I have an excuse for the gym one though. The teacher was a difficult teacher, and marked people harshly. So, yay! Maybe some scholarships?