- Foxy POV -
"Chica? Chica!" I shouted as she fell to the ground. I wriggled weakly as the lion held me fast and guided me through a set of double doors. The last thing I saw was a doll of some sort dressed in a hospital uniform pick her up and place her on a strecher before the building enclosed my view. The windows were blacked out from the inside.
The lion guided me further into the corridor, and I turned around to face front.
In front of me was a rounded desk, where a grizzly bear sat silently drinking coffee. When he saw me, he got up, washed his hands and walked over to us.
"Well then. Who's this, Officer?" He looked at me expectantly, and I realized he needed my name.
"Foxy Sneakster Tronics, officer," I mumbled quietly.
He looked at me incredulously.
"Well then! We've been looking for you for quite a while, young man!" The bear boomed. I looked down. "We've got quite the job questioning you..." he gave a small sadistic chuckle and strolled into a small room, gesturing for us to follow.
"Sergent Pinkplum, this is Mr Tronics," the bear said proudly. The small pink and white panda looked up from some official-looking documents. Her eyes flickered over me, and I saw her eyes glimmer with recognition, but she remained silent. Nodding, the panda gestured over to the chair, and looked at the bear and lion. They walked out of the room.
I sat in the chair, trembling. The lion and bear didn't scare me too much, despite being larger and more fierce. This pink, fluffy panda who hadn't even said a word already intimidated me much more than the others, though I wasn't sure why.
She eyed me up and down with her glazed eyes, before speaking for the first time. Her voice was cold and hard, making shivers run down my spine.
"Mr Tronics, would you please explain your actions?" she said emotionlessly. She poised her pen over her plain black notebook, looking at me expectantly.
"I'm - I'm not sure," I mumbled. I knew It definitely was not the correct answer, nor would it help me in the slightest - but at least I was being honest. She looked at me coldly.
"Very well," she said, and wrote something down. She had positioned her notebook just so, so I couldn't see a word. "Lets start again. Why are you here?" she said.
"Because I ran through the gate..." I trailed off.
"And?"
"I...um...harrased Fr-the bear." I hoped she hadn't noticed my stuttering.
She did.
"What was that?" she enquired, looking up. "You know the man?"
"Yes..." I knew there was no point lying.
"What is his name?" she asked, scribbling away on her notebook.
"Freddy. Freddy Fazbear..."
She started. She looked at me for a very long time.
"Miss?" I asked uncertainly. Her silence was starting to freak me out.
"Fazbear..." she whispered. Her eyes were glazed over, unmoving. She was trembling.
"Do you need me to call anyone?" I enquired. I was beginning to feel worried about this woman's reaction. She shook her head very slowly.
"May I tell you something?" she asked quietly.
"I-I suppose..." I mumbled.
"You mustn't tell anyone..."
"No, no of course not," I said.
"Freddy Fazbear...his brother. Goldie. Goldie..." she said shakily. "He was my husband. What happened to him?"
I gulped.