Foxy opened his eyes on a couch, the television was playing a late-night show and he looked around seeing his 7th SFG flag on the wall with the names of members of his ODA written over it. He looked down at the table and saw a beer beside a remote, soon looking down at his body seeing he was a person again. He heard a bottle open from down the hallway and stood up proceeding to walk down the hallway to the kitchen.
"Harper," He heard the male voice say as he watched the figure speak from behind the counter after pouring a glass of something. "Why do you punish yourself?"
He went to speak but heard laughter from a room in the hallway.
"Kimberly," He said as he ran back forgetting about the figure.
He looked into the room from the doorway watching the brown-haired little girl playing with some toys. He stepped forward a bit before falling to his knees.
"Kimberly," He said with tears of joy as he held his arms out.
He watched her stand up and turn around beginning to smile, she ran at him and he tried to hug her but she ran through him disappearing as she hit him. He held himself for a while in disbelief as the figure walked into the doorway.
"She isn't here. You won't get her back," It shouted at him with a timid voice.
He stood up staring at it once again and heard sobbing from another room down the hallway.
"Claire," He said shoving the thing out the way running to their bedroom and looked in. The black-haired, young woman was crying beside the bed. He ran over and tried hugging her also, but just went through her. She continued sobbing into her knees saying their daughter's name. He stood up staring at her, feeling sad, angry, and fear rolled up into one since he couldn't comfort her.
"Harper, you couldn't have done anything by now. Sadly, you can't now either," It shouted at him once again.
"I'll win this fight for them," He shouted back staring at it.
"You aren't strong enough," It replied.
Foxy ran at it and punched at its face, it moved to the right and jabbed him in his side. The man looked over at the figure and waited for it to attack him, it went to hit him in the gut and he knocked its fist down towards the floor and he started pounding its back and picked it up slamming it on the floor. The figures arm morphed into a blade and sliced the front of his shin, Foxy slammed his foot into its face making it shout and grab his foot taking him to the floor. It crawled up to Foxy's face and went to slice down, he held his arm of blocked it and punched it in the face knocking it back a bit. He brought his foot up and knocked it into a dresser making various objects fall on it. He got up and started to kick the figure while it was on the floor, kicking more furiously after each thrust with his foot. The man knelt beside it and grabbed its throat beginning to choke it out, it brought a blade to his stomach and stabbed him a couple of times making Foxy shout in pain. He punched it in the face and stepped back holding his stomach as blood poured out onto the floor. It stood up rushing at him and he stepped to the side tripping it into the hallway, through the doorway and jumped onto its back pounding its head into the floor several times at least dazing it. It elbowed his side knocking him back and rolled over kicking Foxy in the face back into the room. It stood up preparing to stab the poor man and Foxy slammed his foot into its knee making it fall to the floor and then kicked it further into the hallway as he stood up and jumped at it trading punches with it back and forth as they wrestled in the hallway. It sliced Foxy's thigh wide open and shoved him off getting up and threw several of the shadowy blades into his side as he tried to get up.
"Damn it," Foxy shouted as he started yanking them out.
"You're slowing down," It taunted him leaning onto the counter.
"Speak for yourself," Foxy replied with a grunt as he struggled to stand up.
"You won't win this," It chuckled looking over at him.
Foxy grunted as he ran at the figure tackling him through a glass door into a dining room throwing him onto a table. He grabbed one of the knives from the table and started stabbing furiously into its chest and stomach ripping any which way before it kicked him back, knocking him into the island counter. He grabbed another knife and threw it into its shoulder running back at it and slamming it down onto the table once more breaking the table off its legs. He picked up one of the legs and started swinging repeatedly into it with the wooden post until it grabbed it from him and tossed it aside, kicking him back once again in the process. Foxy caught himself on the counter and turned around seeing it barely standing, he charged at it again but it managed to slice him across the chest stunning him a bit. He knocked the blade away as it tried to cut him again and then he punched it in the jaw sending it back a bit and it sliced him in his side. It walked over to him and picked him up tossing him into the next room, he hit a pool table and fell looking up at the figure. The room was filled with various cabinets and a mini-fridge in the corner. It was his entertainment room that he and his buddies played rounds of pool and hung out in all those times before.
"You know, you're giving me a hell of a fight. I respect that," It sighed leaning against the door panting.
"You'll learn to respect me more soon," Foxy replied as he stood up grabbing a pool stick and swinging it at the figure who didn't expect it.
It fell to its knees as he continued swinging into it, soon breaking the pool stick into pieces and then finally throwing the handle at it before walking up and proceeding to continuously punch it in the face before it stabbed him in the leg and pushed him back with its shoulder.
"You cheap bastard," It shouted at him visibly dazed.
"Right back at you," Foxy said as he grabbed onto the pool table pulling himself up once again.
He looked down at the pool of blood pouring from him feeling faint from the blood loss.
"Why do you have to fight so hard for nothing," It questioned him as he turned around.
"Because fuck you," He responded as he grabbed a book and threw it at the figure making it cover its face.
He charged at it shoving it into the floor as he ran back into the kitchen for another knife. He picked one up and turned around to see the figure barely standing back up, he ran at it and it tried to slice at him. He leaned out the way and stabbed the thing in the back ripping towards him and then pushing it away. It stood dazed staring at Foxy as he grunted and stumbled towards it. He went to stab it in the chest, but it managed to grab his arm. Foxy slammed into his arm with his body weight and forced the blade into its chest making it fall onto the floor. It stared at him with sorrow in its eyes.
"How," It asked him with a shaky voice.
"I told you I was fighting for them," Foxy replied coldly.
"You beat both me and my sister," It said in disbelief as it coughed up the oilish liquid and Foxy stood up walking over to a glass case.
"Please, spare me," It begged him as he pulled a hatchet out the case and looked at him.
Foxy walked towards the figure with the hatchet, rubbing the head of it as he got closer and then stared down at the figure.
"Please..." It begged him as he stood there silent for a minute.
"You aren't hurting them anymore," He shouted as he brought the hatchet up and sunk it deep into its skull, killing it.
He looked around in the room at the chairs that broke under the table and the several tables that were placed around the room holding pictures and awards they'd show off to friends. He walked into the kitchen grabbing the whiskey bottle and walking back to the couch flopping down on it, staining it with his blood as he sat there and downed the bottle, soon blacking out once again.