AN: I'm CynonianHunter, the artist from the original stories by Tea Blade Writer. Here to write my own version of his story, and finish it. My own version will be a bit different, but I like the changes, and I hope you will too.

"I told you to stay away from us!"

Foxy didn't even have the time to process what Toy Fred yelled at him, let alone respond, before the bear launched his fist into Foxy's head, sending him sprawling onto the floor.

"I wasn't anywhere near-"

Foxy's plea was interrupted by a swift kick to his gut by a golden-furred foot. Foxy coughed out specks of oil in pain, curling in on himself and holding his stomach. Suddenly, he was reminded why it was a bad idea to be outside his cove. He had tricked himself into thinking it would be fine to just walk around the place and stretch his legs so long as he kept his distance from everyone else. This was his cruel reminder that no such distance existed outside of his place of forced isolation.

"Ugh, he coughed on me…" Goldie dully remarked, lifting his foot to point out the two minuscule dark spots of oil, which, if anything, just blended into the rest of his filth-ridden yellow fur. Calling his fur gold was bordering on hyperbole. Toy Freddy, though, seemed more concerned about it, immediately planting his foot under the fox's side and rolling him over.

"Oh, and now you think you're free to cough up your filth on us? This is why we do this, trash like you needs to be reminded of its place or it'll go off getting the wrong idea."

Foxy's chest felt as if it was caving in on itself with the weight of Fred's foot bearing down on him, slowly growing heavier and heavier as Fred leaned more and more of his plentiful weight against him. He could barely look up, though it would probably be a bad idea even if he could. Fred would probably find some way to twist it into another reason to go even further. Through his blurring vision, he saw everyone gathering around, an all too familiar sight that he hated that he recognized. Toy Fred and Goldie beating him, Toy Bonnie walking up along with Toy Chica to watch… and Mangle, watching with an indescribable blend of mixed emotions from the back with Balloon Boy standing close beside her. Foxy closed his eyes, he didn't want to be reminded of her.

"Leave me be, and I won't bother you again, I swear on it," Foxy wheezed through his labored breathing.

"Oh, and I suppose that you really mean it this time? Just like every other?" Goldie spat back.

"Yeah," Fred chimed in, "you don't really seem to get it, do you? Figures you'd be so stupid you'd need it spelled out for you." At that moment, Fred leaned more of his weight onto Foxy, his chest creaking under the strain.

"You're not welcome here. Why can't you just stay in your little cove and waste away already?"

Foxy was silent. If he said anything, he'd get beaten for it. If he was silent, he still would, but it would probably be over quicker. He hoped so, at least. With Fred, there was no telling what he'd do. No rhyme or reason as to why he insisted on continuing this torture. He just wanted Fred to finish saying whatever shallow grandiose speech he was giving and let him go back to his cove.

"Look at the state of this restaurant Foxy… it's worse than it's ever been, all thanks to you. If you just hadn't killed that little girl this place would be as great as we deserve, but you had to go and ruin that for us! Just like you ruin everything!" -Fred lifted his leg to stomp on Foxy for some extra emphasis- "Monsters like you make me sick."

Foxy's eyes opened immediately at those first words, baring his teeth as he began to growl. Before Fred could bring his foot back down Foxy swung his arm out and knocked Fred's leg away, throwing him off balance and toppling to the floor with a loud metal slam to the surprise of everyone. Foxy scrambled onto his feet in an attempt to escape, thinking he could lock himself in another room until they gave up. But before he could begin his sprint, he was knocked to the floor again, Goldie had grabbed his leg and yanked him back towards them. Foxy tried kicking at Goldie to free himself, but after two good hits at Goldie's jaw, he got his second ankle grabbed and pinned down, holding him in place as Fred placed his foot back on top of Foxy.

"See? It's just like I said. If you leave trash alone for too long it starts to forget its place!" Fred started preaching, gesturing at Foxy as if he was giving a demonstration, or rather a show, to the others.

"We need to teach this waste of scrap a lesson…" Fred said, trying to come up with something. It was pretty clear he couldn't think of anything, but he kept over-acting and stroking his chin as if he was cooking up something good.

"He tried to run away earlier, seems busting his legs once wasn't enough to get the point across." Goldie suggested in a far more commanding voice than Fred's, giving him a stern look.

"R-right, I like your thinking! I was onto something, but let's go with that. Keep him pinned for me."

Goldie awkwardly shuffled to Foxy's head, holding him against the floor with every pound of his weight, all but crushing Foxy's shoulders. Goldie stared down at Foxy with a horrific grin that was out of place on his normally unemotive face. Goldie really seemed to enjoy getting Foxy tortured like this, he didn't treat it like some passive fun like the rest did, for him it was a goal. He leaned down to Foxy and spoke with a low growl.

"Y'know, if you were to beg, we might just let you go."

Foxy looked up at him and then down to Fred, "I'll never beg to the likes of you."

"Have it your way, fox." Goldie said, looking to Fred and nodding.

With that, Fred began stomping on Foxy's right leg, quickly shattering the weak remains of his outer metal and exposing his bare endoskeleton. Foxy clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth to hold in his would-be shouts of agony. Goldie's grin grew with every stomp, and Toy Chica and Bonbon both started encouraging Fred to keep going, and Mangle… Mangle just stayed in the back, close to the scene but behind everyone, not involving herself beyond taking care of BB beside her. Seeing Mangle here hurt Foxy more than any of the damage being done to his legs and to his pride. She just stood there, not even paying attention, let alone trying to stop Fred. She just looked at the floor. How was that even the same person he met a year ago?

Foxy was growing numb to the physical pain at this point, just waiting for Fred to finish.

About a minute passed, but it felt like an hour. If Foxy could sweat, he would be spilling buckets right now. No amount of dissociation would keep this amount of pain from getting to him. With one last kick, Fred was done destroying Foxy's legs. They were completely ruined to the point it made their earlier state seem like brand new. The outer layer was entirely gone, leaving absolutely nothing below his lower thighs but his endoskeleton, which now was dented, damaged, and loose at some parts. His right leg was worse off, the joint was damaged, twisted out of place. Sparks flew out from it as it twitched, jerking inwards as if trying to fix itself from Fred bending it too far the wrong way.

"There, maybe now you'll think twice about trying to bother us." Fred returned to Goldie and motioned for him to get up. "Come on, let's go."

Goldie stood up, looking down at Foxy before giving him an extra kick in the head and stepping over him, walking away with the rest. Toy Chica and Bonbon both joined Fred as they left the room, Mangle, carrying BB, close behind before Goldie caught up to her. He eagerly put his arm around her waist, pulling her towards him before they turned the corner. And then, silence, aside from the ringing in his head thanks to that kick.

Foxy was finally alone.

Slowly he pushed himself off the ground, struggling to get up as his right leg would jerk out of place every time he thought he had finally got his balance. It was difficult to keep himself on his feet now that they were in this condition, but he slowly managed to rest his weight on them, standing still before he dared even move. Timidly he began walking, hunched over to keep his balance every time his right leg would jolt.

He began making his way to the back rooms, just like he did every night prior.

Foxy stumbled into the backroom as quietly as he could, silently shutting the door behind him as best he could manage with his right leg jerking around, sparks flying out with each movement. The backroom was all but pitch black once he shut the door. The only source of light was the faint light from the hallway outside shining in from the crack beneath the singular door to the room, it being barely enough to light the room. In fact, it was just barely enough to outline the scrap parts that lined the floor, old and worn, no longer usable in any way. Only there because no one cared enough to clean the room anymore. It was enough for Foxy though. His eyes made plenty use of that dim light, seeing through the pitch black just fine. Even more than his eyes being good for it, he was used to it. He came back here often. It's where all the tools and spare parts were after all, considering how often he had to use them, it made sense he'd frequent this room.

Foxy crawled along the checkered floor until he sat himself against a wall. He absentmindedly grabbed some tools that were right beside him, where he always put them, and began getting to work on his leg. This was routine for him by this point, every night he had to fix some part of his body, not knowing for sure if it'd ever be repaired to the state it was in only the night prior.

Tonight, he wasn't having such luck. Foxy struggled trying to twist his knee joint back into place, but it just wouldn't budge, suddenly kicking every time he was about to make some progress. He threw the tools in his hands to the side in frustration. The joint in his knee was still twitching like the limb of a dying animal, jolting him around with no moment of peace. He sighed, looking at the room around him.

He stared at the lifeless bodies that lay around him. Bonnie's left arm was missing, and his face torn off completely, flayed wires spilling out of the front. Chica's hands were gone, and her jaw was broken, forever unhinged and gaping, her face locked in an expression of silent pain. Freddy… Freddy's was somehow the worst. His body was all in one piece, just worn and torn. Perhaps that's why it was the hardest for Foxy to look at. A perfectly put together body, yet devoid of any life like the room he resided in.

Foxy picked the tool back up, jamming it into his knee again trying to fix it. He glanced up at his old friends again, gritting his teeth as he lowered his head to his knee, trying his damndest to keep the thing still while he worked on it.

"Every night I deal with their shit. It's not enough for them to make me waste away, no, they have to go out of their way to make sure my life is a living hell." Foxy's voice was hushed, but furious. Every ounce of anger he had in him at that moment was poured into those words. "I come in here every night, fixing myself as best I can after what they do to me. Only for them to do it again the next night!" His hands paused, his mouth hanging open as he raised his head and leaned back against the wall. He imagined how nice it would be to have just a little help fixing his leg, he'd probably already be done. He let out a long sigh as he uttered the words that cracked his heart further every night.

"...It was easier when you were all here with me."

"I'm still here for you."

Foxy turned to his side to see Marionette had shown up next to him. Foxy was a little flustered, being caught talking to himself and all. Marionette didn't seem concerned about that, his gaze directed towards Foxy's twitching knee.

"...This is worse than usual, what happened?"

"Freddy… no, Toy Fred bent my leg backwards, the joint got all busted-"

"No Foxy, I mean why? He hasn't been doing stuff this bad since it all started."

"I fought back this time, knocked him off his feet. He had Goldie pin me down after that. Did all this."

Marionette's demeanor noticeably shifted after hearing what Foxy said, his face sterner now than before. He examined Foxy's knee for a moment.

"So… you fought back."

"Y-yeah… I know it probably wasn't a smart move but-"

"No," Marionette interrupted, his tone of voice more serious than Foxy was familiar with, "you did good to stand up for yourself. I was worried they had broken your spirit long ago." He explained, looking at the husks of the former Fred Gang scattered about the floor, lifeless and withering. Foxy looked at them again as well, remembering their last moments.

Bonnie's face and arm were torn off by Goldie and Fred for "harassing Bonbon'' as they put it. All he did was stand there as Bonbon bumped into him by accident, yet he threw such a fuss about it like he was being followed and attacked by Bonnie. Foxy still remembered the way his voice fell apart in the middle of screaming for mercy as Fred tore his face off. How it deteriorated so quickly before cutting out entirely as the wires holding onto his face finally snapped. They could see the pain he was in, yet he couldn't make a sound. Foxy and Freddy tried so hard to help, but once Bonnie stopped failing in pain, he just stopped moving entirely, sitting in that same spot as he withered. Only a couple nights passed before the frantically blinking light on his blackbox gave way to the sweet release of electronic death.

Chica died next. One day, Toy Chica just decided that seeing Chica at all made her upset, saying she was like a fat, walking burden on her self-image. Fred and Goldie didn't hesitate to beat her, mocking her "Let's Eat" getup while they ripped her hands off and forced them down her throat, breaking her jaw in the process. After that, she never left the backroom until she died there too, the same silent, agonizing death as Bonnie.

And then there was Freddy. It hurt to remember Freddy. He was broken after Bonnie and Chica died. He and Foxy were beaten and abused all the same, but Freddy… One night he said he was "too tired for this anymore." He just didn't wake up after that. Foxy remembered desperately trying to wake him up for hours the morning after until he just sat across from him as pained, silent sobs wracked his similarly broken body.

Foxy's eyes flicked back to Marionette, remembering he was in the middle of a conversation. Marionette's eyes seemed to show an understanding though.

"...They've broken me in a lot of ways, but no, I guess not my spirit just yet," Foxy finally answered.

Marionette seemed to be thinking hard for a moment, barely paying attention to anything around him before Foxy saw him nod to himself. "I'm happy to hear that much… here, I'll hold your leg in place for you."

Foxy gave a weak smile to show his appreciation as Marionette held his leg down, the joint flailing a lot less now. It was a lot easier to see what was wrong now that it was staying still. Foxy's suspicions were confirmed, it was twisted a bit, but the real issue was part of the outside guard for his knee had bent inward, jamming the joint entirely. He leaned over and got to work, trying to move the guard back into place and bend the joint back to its original position.

After a few moments of silent working, Foxy spoke up again.

"You seem to be thinking a lot today," -Foxy brought up, grunting at the last word as he finally pulled the guard back into place- "more than usual, I mean."

"I could say the same to you, I don't think I've ever heard you talking to yourself like that before."

"Well," Foxy started, carefully thinking about how he wanted to phrase it, "it's just getting worse here. I don't know how much longer I can take it."

Marionette looked extremely worried as Foxy said that, "Foxy, you're not going to-"

"No, no," Foxy quickly insisted, glancing at his old friends before looking back to Marionette, "I'm not thinking of that. I just… I don't think I can stand it here much longer. I've been thinking about leaving this place. And I know, I know there's not much for an animatronic out there, but it's gotta be better than this..."

At that moment Foxy finally finished with his leg, a loud metal click sounded out as it finally snapped back into the position it was supposed to be in. He wiggled his leg around a bit to get a feel for it again before slowly getting back onto his feet. Standing still, he turned to Marionette, who was already standing up alongside him. His expression seemed relieved at what Foxy had to say, but Foxy could swear he seemed almost eager about something. Even so, his demeanor was as calm and reserved as ever when he spoke.

"Actually Foxy, there is. There is a place for animatronics in the outside world, but…" Marionette's expression became grim. "It's not what it was supposed to be. It's a very dangerous place, maybe even more dangerous than here."

Foxy raised an eyebrow, "I can never tell if you're telling the truth about the outside world, or if you're just saying things to keep me going."

"I am being entirely serious with you Foxy, what I'm talking about is real." Marionette said sternly. "Listen, I'm not telling you what to do with your life. It's yours and yours alone. I just want you to know what kind of risk you're taking if you run away from here. It really could be worse for you…"

Foxy's ears drooped, listening to Marionette speak with more emotion in his voice now than every other time he could remember combined. After a brief moment, Marionette continued.

"...And yet, it might be better for you."

"I thought you just said it was too dangerous-"

"Don't misunderstand me Foxy, it is. It absolutely is" -the striped figure slowly began to pace as he spoke- "but I can't pretend that staying here is any good for you either. Listen, I can't stop you from doing whatever it is you choose to do with your life, just please don't waste it."

"What would you call this then?" Foxy said, hints of aggravation in his voice as he gestured to the building itself.

"Living at all is better than death," Marionette answered.

"Not everyone sees it that way." Foxy looked down at Freddy's withered body, then back to Marionette. Yet another moment of complete silence filled the air before Marionette spoke again.

"...If you ever end up in that place, find Horton. He lives at the eastern edge, he's an old friend of mine, tell him I sent you and he'll take you in. You'll know the place when you see it."

Foxy nodded gently, "Alright, alright, I will." He made his way over to the door, not wanting to spend anymore time in this room full of scrap and husks. He paused right before the door and turned to Marionette.

"...Thanks."

And with that, Foxy left for his cove to go enjoy what little peace he was afforded in this wretched place.