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"Captain Foxy looked really mad," Ophelia noted. She had taken her dress off and was laying on her bed in her underdress.
Chica looked at Kat, who was avoiding her gaze in embarrassment. The redhead was refusing to speak in favor of staring into space.
"For the first time in years we were having fun," Ophelia complained. She looked at Kat. "It's not your fault, okay?"
All the redhead could do was numbly nod. She started having flashbacks to their time on Springtrap's ship, memories she would rather forget. She had her hands over her ears as if it would make them stop.
There was a knock on the door. Ophelia pulled the blanket around her shoulders before allowing permission to whoever was at the door.
Foxy pushed the door open and stuck his head in. "You girls okay?" He inquired.
"Yes," Ophelia and Chica chorused.
Nodding in satisfaction, the captain looked at Kat, who hadn't even acknowledged his presence. It eerily reminded him of the day he met her.
"Kat?" He crossed the room to stand in front of the redhead girl. "You're not going to revert back to being a mute, are you?"
"She'll be okay," Ophelia assured him. "No need to worry."
"But we need to tell you something," Chica spoke up, looking Foxy in the eyes while the older blonde nodded in agreement.
"Ye don't have te tell me anything." Foxy insisted with a shake of his head.
"No, you need to understand," Chica protested firmly. "Have you noticed anything we're uncomfortable with?"
"Can't say I have," the captain admitted sheepishly. "Well, besides Kat seeming very uncomfortable around me crew."
"Well, there's a reason." Chica patted the spot next to her on her and Kat's bed. "Kat, mind scooting over some?"
Without even so much as a word, Kat moved over so there was room for three. Foxy sat down in between the two.
"When we were on the ship." Chica paused as if bracing herself for battle. "Captain Springtrap had a very bad temper that got worst with drinking."
"Whiskey was his favorite," Ophelia piped in helpfully. She wiped at her mouth nervously.
Chica nodded before continuing, "Anything that went wrong he would punish us. Whipping was the least severe but when he was really in the mood, he had certain punishments for all of us."
"He came up with them after we tried to escape the first and only time," Ophelia stated, her brown eyes void of emotion. "He would hold my head underwater so long I struggled to breath." She shuddered. "I was scared he would kill me and there would be no one to help Kat and Chica." She tipped her head back against the wall. "I knew he wouldn't kill Kat, even in his most of the time drunken states, but Chica and I were fair game. He could always find a new person to take our places."
"He would lock me into small spaces," Chica chimed in. "There were usually rats or spiders so I was scared that I would get bitten."
Foxy could sympathize, he wasn't fond of small spaces either. It was normally how his parents would punish him as a kid for his wrongdoings. Something that stuck with him into his adult years.
"I'm not sure what he would do to Kat," Ophelia admitted, sorrowfully staring at her sister. "But whatever it was, it's bad enough that she's scared of men."
Kat tore her gaze away from empty space to look from Chica to Ophelia then finally to Foxy. "He'd beat me." She spoke quietly. "If he was really in a mood, he'd—" She shut her eyes briefly. "He'd let his men… touch me in places I should never be touched."
"Oh, Kat." Ophelia rushed to her sister and engulfed her in a hug. "Why didn't you ever say something?"
Kat hung her head and shrugged. "What could we have done? We were trapped there."
There was no answer from either Chica or Ophelia.
Foxy wasn't sure what to say. Just hearing the punishments that the girls would endure was enough to make him want to retch. After all this time of him thinking Kat was just being difficult but it all made sense to him now, she was just scared.
"So, when Marionette tried to do what he did," Kat resumed. "It brought back those memories." She tilted her head back against the wall, so she was staring at the ceiling.
Foxy stood up and faced the girls. "Listen," he began. "I will never let any of me crew harm ye. I may have been harsh when we first met and believe me when I say I have killed before, but hurting a lady is where I draw the line." He settled his gaze on Chica. "And that's a line I don't intend to cross."
With that, he strode to the door and turned to the girls one last time. "Good night, lasses." He shut the door quietly behind him.
The girls listened to Foxy's footsteps fade away, saying and doing nothing. Once she were certain he wasn't close enough to hear them, Ophelia plopped down in between Kat and Chica.
"Still convinced he doesn't like you?" Ophelia teased. She dodged the pillow Chica tried to hit her with.
"Hush," Chica quipped. She wouldn't say it out loud, but she was secretly thrilled at the possibility of Foxy liking her.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed.