Sorry for the extremely short chapter, but I had to deviate a lot from the original when it came to this chapter. A lot of the stuff in the original was stuff I pretty heavily disagree with, so I decided to only include parts from the original that I liked while adding new parts and giving it different dialogue and actions.

It may not be very long, but I hope you enjoy anyway.

"Foxy! Hey, Foxy! Hello? Foxy, where are you? I need your help!"

Foxy was hiding today. Hidden behind the counter of the stand near the stage of the main room, he saw Puppet enter. Puppet was calling his name, looking around for Foxy, trying to find him. And Foxy knew just what Puppet needed from him.

This time, Foxy wasn't hiding because he was scared or trying to avoid conflict. No, he had a different purpose in mind. Knowing that Puppet was still infected with the virus, Foxy had told Puppet five minutes ago to meet him in the main room, where they would work out how to deal with his virus.

Now that he was here, Foxy decided that he would pull an unorthodox method of curing him. Maybe, by some random chance, it would work.

And if didn't work?

Well, then he'd at least get a few seconds of laughs.

"Foxy! Hello? Are you even here?" Puppet called. "Listen, this isn't funny. You called me here, and when I arrive, you're a no-show? Come on, just come out already so we can get this over with."

Foxy didn't respond. He stayed hidden behind the stand, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Puppet kept walking around the room, looking around for Foxy.

The marionette sighed. "Oh, you've got to be kidding. This is getting worse and worse. First, Freddy comes back, renovates his room without my permission, and does other dumb stuff...and now, Foxy's starting to fool me into coming to find him while also not showing up himself? This nonsense never ends."

Puppet paused. "Alright, Foxy, come out. I'm still feeling wonky from the virus, so I'd rather we get this done without delay. My patience isn't infinite, you know." He waited, but Foxy stayed silent. "No response again? Hmm. Foxy must be in his room, then. Maybe he's sulking again over his back room not being finished and forgot to show up."

He was right about one thing: Foxy was still regularly sulking over the fact that his back room still wasn't finished. It was a regular annoyance to him. However, that wasn't his priority right now. His priority was to try this method.

As Puppet walked over to the doorway to Foxy's room, Foxy silently slid over the stand and crept towards Puppet, staying noiseless all the time.

When they reached the doorway, Foxy decided it was time to strike.

He bounced forwards, and-

"BOO!" Foxy shouted.

Puppet yelled out and jumped backwards, startled at the sudden scare. "Huh?! Foxy, what the heck was that for?!"

"It was a test. Feel any better after that?"

"No! Why did you think scaring me would make me feel better? I have a virus, not the hiccups."

Foxy shrugged. "I dunno, I just had to try in case it worked. Obviously, it didn't work, so there goes that method. Sorry if I scared you too hard."

Puppet shook his head. "It's fine, just...don't do stuff like that. Yeesh. Next time, think smarter than that. Hiccups may go away in seconds, but colds can last way longer."

Foxy nodded. "Yeah, I know. Guess I was thinking another weird thought, then. I really need to quit acting like Freddy and start using my head. So...let's get down to business. You still have the virus, right, Puppet?"

"That's right. The anti-virus CD didn't get rid of it." Puppet confirmed. "I received a diagnostics report from my systems recently, and apparently, the CD you used had an outdated version of the anti-virus software, which is why it didn't work."

Foxy raised an eyebrow. "That's the reason? Drat, I must've grabbed an older CD by accident. Next time, I should make sure to grab the more recent ones from the archives...well, anyway, since that didn't work, we're back to square one. I'm going to have to try and fix the virus through a series of methods I have in mind. If none of them work, then we'll go back to the CD plan and I'll make sure to take one that has a more recent version of the anti-virus program."

"I guess that'll do. And it's just you trying to do this? Nobody else?"

Foxy shook his head. "No, I'd rather not get everyone else involved today. Baby's still in video game hibernation, and she doesn't seem like she's planning to come out anytime soon. I tried to talk to her earlier, but I think she's still seething over me taking her journal and accidentally revealing some of her secrets. I still haven't been able to find Bon-Bon, so he won't be here either- and, let's be honest, we don't need him to be here for this. You know how you and him stand in terms of friendship, Puppet. If he found out about this, he'd end up trying to negatively affect you instead of positively affecting you."

"What about Freddy and Ballora? If I recall correctly, neither of them are busy today."

"They aren't busy, yeah, but I'm not going to call them, either. I know they'd want to try and help you, but they're a lot more erratic with their methods of 'helping' then I am with mine, so they'd end up doing more harm than good. It's better if they stay out of this today. So with that understood, it'll be just me today." Foxy smiled. "I'm going to try my best to get rid of this virus that you have. I guess you could call me...Doctor Foxy."

"Er, I don't think you'd count as a doctor. Doctors have to be certified, and you aren't."

Foxy frowned. "Yeah, I know, but we don't have any doctors to call on at all. The best thing is just to have one of your friends help you get through it: AKA, me. Also, Mr. Wigglesworth here." Foxy brought out his stuffed bear. "He, uh, wants to help too. Try not to question it too much. He has told me that he's a certified doctor with thirty years' worth of experience."

Puppet gave Foxy an incredulous look. "Okay, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he made that up. If he really is a doctor, where would he even go to study medicine? I don't think many medical schools would accept stuffed bears as students."

"Okay, maybe he was fibbing, but here, I think he can still help. Mr. Wigglesworth, what do you think?"

Hmm...well, you always hug me when I'm feeling down. Just give me to Puppet and let him do the same. Doesn't that always make you feel better?

"Eh, not a bad idea. We can try it." Foxy looked back at Puppet and held out Mr. Wigglesworth. "Here, Puppet, hold Mr. Wigglesworth. He says that if you give him a hug, you might feel better. I'm not sure if it'll work for you, but it always works for me."

"Are you...sure?" Puppet asked confusedly as he took the stuffed bear from Foxy. "I think that method's meant for a sad person, not a sick person."

"Just try it. If it doesn't work, then it doesn't work."

Puppet shrugged. "If you say so." He took a look at the bear, then awkwardly hugged it. "Uh...hi, Mr, uh...Cuddles-worth."

It's WIGGLES-worth!

Foxy frowned. "His name is Mr. Wiggles-worth, Puppet. You, uh...may or may not have angered him by saying that."

Puppet gave Foxy a look. "Foxy, why are you putting up this charade? We both know that Wigglesworth is only your imaginary frie-"

"Just go along with it, okay? He makes me feel more comfortable."

Puppet sighed. "Fine, fine. I guess since we're friends, I can overlook it."

"So, feel any better yet?"

"Not particularly."

"Didn't think so. Let me take him back." Puppet gave the bear back to Foxy. "Yeah, should've known that method was a dud. Guess we need to try other things."

"Why are you stretching this out, you idiot? None of your 'methods' are going to work. If you're so obsessed with curing him, then get the proper anti-virus CD and be done with it."

Just let me do this, voice. I'm not ready to quit yet. Foxy thought. Now leave.

"And let you continue with your frivolous antics? Fine, it's not as if I care for the wellbeing of you and your idiotic friends. But you should know that what you're trying to do right now only wastes yours and Puppet's time. You could fix this right now if it weren't for the fact that you want to try a bunch of silly nonsense first on the very, very, very low chance that it works."

Who asked you, voice? This is my deal, not yours, so stay out. Foxy pushed the voice back into the corner of his mind. He didn't need it to tell him what to do. He was on the right track, surely. His logic was flawless.

"Okay, since that last thing didn't work, I have another idea. Follow me." Foxy offered. "Trust me, I think this has a better chance than holding a stuffed bear."

"If you say so." Puppet agreed reluctantly. He got up, and the two of them left Foxy's room.

"My next idea is right over here." Foxy showed Puppet. They arrived in the auditorium (after Foxy stopped in the restroom to wash his hands, because he needed to stay clean for all this) and went over to Foxy's water ride. "See the water ride? Go take a dip into the water."

Puppet looked even more incredulous than before. "Why, though?"

"Just testing something. Give it a try."

"Fine, I'll do it." Puppet went through the doorway into the ride, climbed down the ladder, and plopped into the water below. He jerked, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Oh, god, my suit's temperature is decreasing. This water's way too cold."

"Feel anything?" Foxy called down to Puppet.

"Nothing, except extreme bouts of discomfort! Why was I supposed to go in here, again?"

"I was just testing it. After all, some things get better if you take a nice warm or cold bath."

"I think you've got it upside down. I have a virus, not a human disease. I'm going to need something more effective than a cold bath."

"Woops, then I guess this won't work either. Sorry, Puppet. You can come up now."

Quickly as he could, Puppet climbed up the ladder and out of the water, looking somewhat irritable all the while. "Whew, glad I'm out of there. Can we start using sensible curing methods now, or are you going to keep wasting my time with this drivel?"

"Hmm...well, the bath method isn't entirely out of the question. Maybe I was using the wrong kind." Foxy suggested. "We should try hot water and see if that does any better. And we're going to have to use your bathtub for that, Puppet. We can't use the water ride's water, because it's already cold. I can't adjust the heat without adjusting the thermostat, and we've already learned from Ballora that messing with the thermostat is a good way to make everyone angry. In other words, it's a bad idea to mess with it unless everyone here agrees on the temperature setting."

"So we're using my bath, then? I guess I can roll with that." Puppet said. "After all, my bath is better quality than the water in your ride. I'm fine with using it."

"Then let's go down to your room."

They headed across the auditorium, going towards Puppet's box.

It took them only a minute to get down to Puppet's room. They got the bath set up and Foxy let Puppet get himself situated while Foxy decided to fetch a drink for Puppet. If he drank something, maybe he'd feel better.

Leaving the bathroom, Foxy looked around for any kind of drink. He saw several cups of tea sitting on Puppet's bar over by the kitchen area, and he decided that maybe tea would do the trick. He walked over and grabbed one of the cups randomly, then brought it into Puppet's bathroom.

Puppet was already sitting up in the bathtub. He was half-submerged in the warm water, yet he still looked as melancholic as ever, and he still seemed downtrodden from the effects of the virus.

Guess the warm bath wasn't enough, either. Foxy thought. He went over and put the cup of tea near where Puppet could grab it. "Hey Puppet, I got some tea for you. If you drink up, you might feel better."

"Hrm." Puppet grunted, looking at the teacup. "It's not my usual time for tea, but...sure." He grabbed the tea cup, let some of the liquid trickle into his mouth hole...and flinched. "Ergh! My taste sensors aren't reacting very well...what was in that tea?"

"I dunno. I just saw a cup on the counter and grabbed it."

Puppet exclaimed. "That tea?! Why did you grab that?! That cup was the potty tea that Ballora left down here!"

Foxy did a double-take. "It was? Really? Why did you just leave it sitting on the counter, then?!"

"Because I was too busy with other things to bother throwing it out!"

"Sorry for grabbing it, then."

Puppet groaned and sat back. "Reminds me of the time I drank toilet water because of a bet I made with Freddy."

"You did what now?"

Puppet groaned even harder. "Yeah. Tasted just as bad as Ballora's tea." Puppet smirked a little. "But it was sort of worth it in the end, because I got Freddy to do some pretty nasty stuff in return."

Foxy raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Really? What'd you get him to do?"

Puppet smirked a little bit more. "Some things are better left unsaid."

Foxy chuckled. "Hoo, boy. Now I'm kind of anxious to find out what you made him do."

"You might find out in a couple of days. Freddy might bring it up. Dunno myself."

"Huh...well, hopefully it's nothing terrible."

"No promises."

They both snickered a bit more, than sat in silence for a few moments.

"Hey, about your back room, Foxy...I'm pleased to say that progress is going smoothly as of late." Puppet revealed casually. "I'll probably be done within a couple weeks."

Foxy grinned. "Cool! Glad you're getting back to work on it."

"I was planning on working on it more at some point. Can't reveal anything, but I can say that it's going alone fine. I actually let Freddy help me out with the renovating process a little bit, if you don't mind."

Foxy's grin disappeared, and he cringed. "Please don't tell me he framed chicken all over the walls."

Puppet laughed. "Don't worry, I didn't let him do anything extreme; I only let him put just a few small things that he wanted to add. Can't wait to show it all off on a later date. When you see all the cool things we did with your back room, you'll be pretty impressed, I assure you that."

"Then consider me excited to see the final product, whenever it may be coming." Foxy stood up. "Well, this was a nice chat. I guess I should go let you be in a peace now." Foxy turned to leave, but paused for a moment. "Oh, by the way...if you need the real cure, the up-to-date reset cd should be in the archives in the break room. You know, if you wanted to grab it later."

"Oh, thanks."

"No problem. My way of apologizing for putting you through those antics, alright?"

Puppet grinned a little. "You know...while you did make this day a little more chaotic then I would've liked...I can't say that I didn't enjoy hanging out with you. I'll always appreciate having you around."

"Thanks, Puppet. Same to you."

Puppet nodded, and then frowned. "But please, ask for permission before you go into my room. You're off the hook this time, but next time, you had better ask."

"I'll try to remember, alright? And if I don't, you have full permission to berate me for it."

"Was already planning on it."

"Hah! I thought so. Anyway, I'm gonna head back to my cove now. Guess I'll see you tomorrow, then." Foxy waved. "Bye, Puppet. Enjoy the bath."

"Have a nice rest, if that's what you're planning to do. Hope you have good dreams." Puppet said back, waving as well.

Foxy waved a bit more, and then turned and left the room. While he had unintentionally made Puppet go through a bit more turmoil than he planned, he was glad that it all turned out well in the end. Next time, he really needed to use practical methods. Hopefully he could remember.

And if he couldn't, then at least there would be more craziness and fun to be had from that forgetfulness.

Yep. Always a silver lining...