Reflexively, Foxy grabs a chair and runs up to the door, nearly hitting Old Freddy instead of the his target. The door merely shakes and vibrates.
Old Freddy looks up, ashamed of abandoning Foxy, but also surprised at the look of Foxy's charred fur and skin. "Fred! Take this!" Foxy hands Freddy the wooden chair that Foxy was using, going back for another chair. "Both of us, at the same time, alright?" Freddy nods, still surprised that Foxy didn't even mention what Freddy did at the basement.
"One, two, THREE!" Foxy and Freddy shove the legs into the glass, and it seemed to make some progress. "Uh..." Foxy looks around for someone to help. "Balloon Boy!" the humanoid looks around for the source of his name.
"Huh?"
"You and Freddy smash open this door!" Foxy commands, handing him the chair. Toy Bonnie nods without resistance.
Foxy was now the leader, and no one cared. All Foxy did care about was Mangle. Just getting her out was enough to appease his panic.
Foxy rushes over to the table Mangle was resting on. "How is she doing?!" he asks Marionette and Old Chica, who were searching through a toolbox.
"Ugh...the fire irreparably melted a bread circuit board...she won't be able to connect the different circuits if we don't-"
"Where can I find one?"
"Foxy..." Marionette begins.
"No, I need her to be alive!" The chicken and puppet exchange glances. "I'm not leaving until I say so..."
"Who made you leader, Cap'n Foxy?" Old Chica says with stinging sarcasm. Foxy snarls.
"Hey, all I ask is for HER to be alive! I'm not leaving ANYONE behind!" The puppet nudges Chica's shoulder and nods his head.
Seeing that there was no way for Foxy to change his mind, Chica sighs and submits. "Alright, fine. There's a white, cardboard box of spare circuit parts in the basement. It should be on the bottom left hand corner once you reach the bottom of the stairs."
Foxy nods and runs into the fire. "Foxy! What are you-" Chica stops and realizes what she just told him, slapping her own face as hard as she could.
Foxy opens the burnt down Parts/Service door and rushes to the basement door. Upon touching the basement doorknob, his hand shot back. Cursing in pain, he realizes that the doorknob was hot; there must be fire behind it.
Shaking his head, Foxy quickly opens the door, revealing a huge, fire raging on the staircase itself. "This is my only chance!" Foxy whispers, bounding down the stairs to avoid the hot flames. He lands on a bottom step, causing it to snap in half instantly. The charred fox gets up, holding his still shattered left leg.
Foxy winces in pain as he scans the room. The clock is ticking...
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
Foxy limps over to one of the corners, only to be met with a large pile of white boxes. "Thanks for the help, Chica!" Foxy yells at the basement ceiling. Sighing and shaking his head in disappointment, he looks for the box with anything that looked to be a circuit part.
It took him a full three minutes before he opened the lid and found something he was looking for.
Spare electronics.
Foxy, grinning with glee, hugs the box tightly, looking back at the staircase. His smile immediately died as he slowly makes his way through the scattered boxes to the staircase. Taking a deep breath, Foxy quickly runs up the stairs, making sure that he would touch the wood as little as possible.
He feels the hot fire sizzling his fur and metal.
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
Foxy makes it to the top, the box only charred from the surrounding flames. He opens the box, relieved to find that none of its contents were harmed. Foxy takes more deep breaths, limping past the Parts/Service door.
Another chunk of ceiling collapses in the party rooms, flooding the office hall with more snow.
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
The fire around the hall crept up surprisingly quick, as it was burning to bits faster than it was when Foxy went into the Parts/Service room. Foxy didn't care about the pain anymore. He only cared about the box.
When he enters the Game Area, he sees Toy Freddy armed with another fire extinguisher. "Hey Foxy!" Toy Freddy looks at the cardboard box of spare tools in Foxy's arms. "That crack on the ceiling is getting worse!"
Foxy looks up at the developing split on the ceiling and puts down the box on the table where Mangle's surgery was taking place. "Well I guess that means we better hurry up!"
After giving Chica and Marionette what they needed, Foxy runs over to Toy Chica and Toy Bonnie, who were trying to delay the fire with wet mops. "Ugh! Like this guys!" Foxy snatches Toy Chica's mop and slashes it on the ground, putting out a line of fire. Handing it back to Toy Chica, he runs over to Old Freddy and BB...
"How is it going?!" Foxy asks the two, still struggling at the newly installed doors. BB shakes his head.
"Not as good as we thought..."
"I'll help..." Foxy begins.
"No! Foxy, the more we try to shatter the glass the more the crack develops!" Old Freddy explains, pointing worryingly at the enormous crack that was much larger than before.
"Oh..." Foxy thinks, not exactly sure what to do. "Well...keep trying anyways!" Before Freddy or Balloon Boy could object, Foxy switches back to Mangle's table. "How is she doing-"
Foxy was interrupted with the split in the ceiling, which began to spread and sink into the restaurant, threatening to snap. Chica and Marionette were still hurriedly trying to put back the necessary circuits in Mangle's head. The puppet plugs in a wire within a circuit, shuts the lid and jumps up. "Woo! Did it!"
But Mangle wasn't turning on.
"Wrong circuit, idiot! Use this one!" Old Chica hands Marionette another model, to which he takes out the one he installed and replaces it. Shutting the control panel again, the trio stand near the table waiting in anticipation.
After what seemed like an hour's wait, she finally begins to wake up. One of her eyelids flip open, and a light within flickers on. "Oh my gosh...it worked!" Old Chica gasps.
"One last time!" Old Freddy bellows from the door. He and Balloon Boy, each with a chair, run up to the door with the legs pointed forward. They crash into the door.
Then the ceiling collapses.
Foxy grabs Mangle and ducks under the table. The sound of wood and metal collapsing was deafening. As Foxy holds on tight to Mangle, he wonders.
'Is it over now?'
Yes, Foxy. The next chapter will be the end of this story.
Well, I can't believe I'm saying this, but you guys asked for it! A sequel it is! Not exactly sure when or how, because I'm not exactly sure how EVERYTHING is going to play out, so give me some time.
My humblest apologies to those wanting more of my other stories. I'll get to them immediately once this story is done with.
Thanks anyways!
-DWalkthroughGuy
