And now, for the actual and real chapter.

For real no kidding this time.

Chapter 24

"So, how long can I stay here?" Foxy asked.

"As long as you can," the bear answered as he sat in the only chair in the room.

In all honesty, the room reminded him too much of something similar to that of a horror movie that he wasn't allowed to watch. The room was narrow and bare with the exception of a The wolf slumped against the wall in horrible condition, along with a few drawn posters of the robots that tried to kill him earlier.

Foxy tried to find a chair, but he could only find cold concrete to sit on, which didn't help but make him colder.

"Hey mister Bill," Foxy said

"Just Bill." He answered

"Bill." Foxy corrected himself "Why are ye alone?"

"I'm not alone," Bill answered "I have friends, am I right Grey?"

The grey wolf was unresponsive.

Immediately, Foxy felt like this fellow was a few crewmembers short of a pirate ship. Judging how he was expecting a response from the wolf and wasn't getting one.

Foxy looked for the door he came in, but only found a smooth wall.

"Is something wrong?" Bill asked

Foxy was in a bit of a debate with himself , he didn't want to hurt the nice animatronic's feelings by saying that he was creeping him out, but on the other hand, he was a pirate, and pirates never lie.

"It's just that…." Foxy continued "This room is kind of creepy…"

Bill just looked at him and scratched underneath his chin.

"And I need to see me mommy," Foxy said faking a yawn to make it look more realistic "And it's past me bedtime, and I'd be feeling kinda sleepy…"

"Don't worry," Bill continued "Here, bedtime doesn't exist."

Shoot… Foxy said feeling he really wanted to leave.

"Bill," Foxy continued "I don't feel comfortable here…"

"I understand if this room is a little bland," He said "But trust me, it's much better than being outside with those monsters…"

Foxy waited a few minutes, allowing bill to look at his fingers and clean something off of them before asking the yellow bear what he had wanted to ask in the first place.

"Can I please leave?" Foxy answered "I need to tell this here adventure to me mate BB,"

"Leave?" Bill asked as he stood up out of his chair.

"Yes…" Foxy continued "Bill, I appreciate yer kindness, but I really don-"

"Now why would you want to do that?" the yellow animatronic asked as he stood up from his chair and spoke in a darker, and deeper voice.

"Cause yer scaring me…" he answered.

"Scaring you?" Bill asked "Now why would I be Scaring you?" He said and for a brief moment, Foxy thought he saw Bill more withered down and with huge razor sharp teeth when he said "Scaring"

"Personally, I don't know lad," he said as he backed away from Bill only to feel is back bump into a wall.

"I'm not scary, aren't I?" Bill asked again, seeing him with razor sharp fangs once more when he said scary.

"A wee bit…." Foxy quivered, feeling his large fluffy tail trying to get in between his legs out of fear.

"If you must know, I got an award for not being scary." Bill continued as he approached him, and his toothy form constantly shifting between his regular form.

Foxy wanted to run away from Bill.

"You know," Bill continued "You remind me of a fellow who looked just like you." He said

"I-I do?"

"Yeah," He said "This fellow, I don't know what he looked like, but he wore a Foxy mask just like yours."

Bill was no longer in his original form, instead, Foxy saw that Bill was in terrible condition, had claws on his hands, and so many razor sharp teeth every inch of his smile that went eye-to-eye.

"Ah, I remember!" Bill said "You remind me of my brother!"

"Is that a good thing?" Foxy asked

"From what you did to me?" Bill said "No, not at all."

"I did something?" He said thinking of the only crime that he committed was either being too cute, taking those green slips of paper which he still had no idea about, or kicking a yellow animatronics similar to him multiple times in the face.

"Yeah," Bill continued as his eyes changed from the yellow with the long black slit to black with a single white pinprick. "You stuffed me into this costume!"

"I didn't!" Foxy said

"Yes you did!" Bill said "Don't lie about it! you know very well what happened back then!"

Foxy didn't know what happened back then, only that this guy was accusing him someone he wasn't.

"You know," He continued "I've been waiting a long time for you to show your face again."

Foxy felt chills down his spine from what he had said.

"And now," He said as he extended the claws in his hands "I'll get my revenge, don't take it personally, but you had it coming the moment you did the act."

He wanted to rebuke at Bill that he hadn't done anything bad (Well, except for maybe leaving Mangle to go on this adventure…)

But he never got the chance.

Bill jumped at him instantly, opening his massive fanged mouth and attempted to bite Foxy.

He ducked and heard teeth chomping empty air. He then made a quick crawl through his legs and found he was on the other side.

"You've gotten smarter," Bill said as he turned around "But this won't help you."

Foxy looked all around the room, only to find it the exact same way he had found it when he had first entered.

He was about to try something, but bill sprinted at him and tried to grab him.

Foxy jumped over his broad arms, but slammed into his chest. He felt attempt to bite him again, but dodged feeling him clip a bit of his fur near his face. He then jumped over Bill's shoulder and fell to the floor, and ran down the hall only to find a wall.

"What's wrong?" Bill asked "Scared?"

He was scared, of all the things in that he had seen, Bill was the most terrifying, not even being trapped in the room with all of the animatronics wanting to kill him matched up to this.

He still searched for a way out, but looked and saw that it was hopeless.

This now was far different than anything he had faced earlier.

He once again had that feeling that he had felt when he was about to be caught by those animatronics and was about to be killed before he landed here.

Foxy then did what any eight year old would do in this situation.

He curled up into a ball and hoped that this all was just some bad dream.
All he wanted for is this to end.

Grey POV

Grey assessed the situation at hand.

So far, the tiny kit appeared to be in a rather bad situation, considering that Bill was about to kill him.

He had to applaude himself for coming up with the idea that he was dead, cause in all honesty, it had worked, but Bill would constantly talk with him, and it was difficult to play dead when someone repeated the same story that wasn't funny anymore without wanting to strangle him.

Grey had also been lucky, when he had first been placed here, he managed to sit right on top of a trapdoor that led to some supposed underground shelter. The problem was that Bill didn't go to sleep, as a result, he couldn't move without Bill getting in his face.

But when the kit came he had curled up right in front of him, which really left him with choices.

He could either stay here, and wait until Bill left with the kit and escape, or bring the kit with him and try to navigate the underground.

He couldn't decide.

And the worst part was that he only had a few seconds left.

When Bill was about ten feet away, when he had made his decision.

He made a lunge for the curled up kit the same way a predator did.

When he grabbed him, he let out a little yelp, probably because he expected Bill was grabbing him.

Grey looked up, and saw that Bill was in a bit of a shock, probably because he had seen him as still as stone for years.

Before Bill had the chance to recover from his his shock, Grey made a lunge for the lever that led opened the trapdoor. It opened outward with loud and short CREEEAAKKK. Immediately, He jumped in the gaping hole and slammed the door behind him, hoping that there wasn't any spikes there, or anything deadly.

After a few seconds of falling, he felt a THUD! and felt the hard ground beneath him.

He opened his eyes to find that he was surrounded by perpetual darkness.

He also felt an incredibly soft kit in his arms that was whimpering and had his tail completely fluffed up.

"Hey," he said feeling his voice crack and warble almost to the point of it being painfull since it was being used for the first time in he-had-no-idea-how-long-it-was-since-he-last-spoke.

"Lad," he said feeling his voice box hurt even though it sounded like a whispher. "Wake up…"

"I'm dead." The tiny kit said covering his eyes "I'm dead. I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm-"

"No yer not lad!" He said, feeling a crack in his box and felt his voice begin to return to normal.

Immediately, the kit uncurled and opened his eyes which provided light to the room. He saw him look around the room, giving Grey an idea of what it was. The walls were a bit grungy and covered in weird stuff, but he saw that the kit seemed to know the place.

"I'm home?" He asked

"Judging from the look," Grey said "I'd guess that'd be a yes."

For a few moments it was quiet.

"Was that all just a bad dream?" The kit asked, seeing a face of relief on his cute face.

Grey thought of that for a moment, in his perspective his entire time he was with Bill was a nightmare enough on it's own, but he really didn't want this kid to be scarred by it.

"Yes," He said as he put the kit down on the floor "That was all just a bad dream."

He saw the kit let out a sigh of relief and bury his face into his chest. And for a few moments, Grey felt loved again as he felt the kit hug him.

"Wait, who are ye?" he asked.

"I'd be Grey," He answered.

"Wait, Grey?" he asked

"That'd be me." He answered

The kit then stepped away from him.

"You hurt me mum!" He said

"Wait what?!" he said

"Yeah!" Foxy said "Because of ye, me mum is all tangled up."

Grey thought about what Foxy said. He remembered that his animatronics purpose was to be Foxy's rival, but if he didn't remember tangling this tiny innocent kit's mom.

"What was her name again, sorry lad, but me memory is a bit rusty...along with the rest of me body."

"Her name was Mangle if I'd remember." The kit answered

Shoot.

Grey remembered Mangle, that weird thing that resembled something assembled by a five-year-old that hung from the ceiling. He also remembered in the brief moments before some kid yanked her toe off, she told a story about him.

He thought about the situation at hand, and came up with a solution.

"Look lad," He said "Ye see, there's an evil twin that stole me good name."

"Really?" The kit asked with interest

"Yeah," Grey said "He beat me up and outcasted me, and then stole everything from me."

For a few moments, the kit was quiet.

"I'm sorry…" he said "I just wanted to avenge me mum, that's all."

"None taken lad," Grey said "Now, let's get ye back to sleep."

The kit nodded and soon started walking in front of Grey. Under normal conditions, he would have gone ahead, but the kit seemed to know the place better, so he let him go ahead instead.

After passing a few rooms, he came across a room labled "Mangle's room" and the kit went in there.

"Grey," The kit said

"Yes lad,"

"Does that adventure count?"

"What do ye mean?"

"I mean, since it was nothing but a bad dream, does it count as a real adventure?"

"Of course it does lad," He said

The kit smiled

"Good," he said "Cause I have a lot to tell me friend soon." the kit then walked into the room, and climbed into bed with the tangle of endoskeleton he called his mother.

"See ye in the morning." Grey said

"And the same to ye," Foxy finished as he buried himself in her skinny chest.

Grey closed the door, and walked away, and tried to find a place of his own to sleep away the long years in the malfunctioning animatronics room.

End of Chapter

Hope you guys enjoyed it, and I really do want to know how you think the series is going so far.

I also am thinking of making a sequel to this story, and your idea may be picked once this story is done.

But don't worry, that won't happen for another five or four-ish chapters.

Well, it's a beautiful day outside, and instead of enjoying it, I have to mow the lawn….Hope to see you in the next chapter, bye!