TW: depictions of sexual harassment/Assault!

Roxy had just finished up a solo performance. A manager had came to her a few days before saying she was going to do a solo show for a birthday. Roxy was, of course, excited. Usually when kids want a solo show, they want Freddy. When she went to tell the others, they had all been happy for her. Chica had even ran up and hugged her.

Roxy had been sure to look her best, and had practiced nonstop leading up to the day. Finally, once she got onstage, she was a bit surprised by the audience. A group of about 25 teenage boys were cheering for her. She was surprised by the audience, most teenagers finding the glamrocks 'childish', but took it as a compliment that they all seemed to like her so much. They were cheering and 'woo'ing for her after every song she finished and she was loving it. Soon, her performance was done and she walked behind stage to put down her keytar before walking out to see her fans.

As she came out, they all started cheering again. Most of the boys were wearing t-shirts with her on them as well.

"We love you Roxy!" One shouted.

"Marry me Roxanne!"

"Woo!"

She walked through the crowd waving at them and spotted the birthday boy.

"Happy birthday, kid." She said, putting a hand on her hip. "Hope you liked the show."

"Loved it! You were so hot up there." He said.

Roxy tilted her head. Her sensors were programmed to tell if she was overheating.. and she wasn't.

"Thanks." She said.

"Hey if you.. have time, I'd love a few more songs," the teen said.

"Later, I need to rest up a bit." She replied.

"Coarse! See ya later, cutie!" He said.

Roxy walked off, not really thinking about his words too hard. As she walked by the boys again she heard a whistle. She turned to look at the group again.

"Take off the shirt, hottie!" Said one of the boys.

Roxanne lowered her ears. She had never been asked that before. And she didn't want to either. She turned away from the boys and back to the stage. As she continued to walk through the crowd, she started noticing smaller details. The shirts the boys were wearing were not the Fazbear brand. And whoever had made them had her in fairly sexual outfits and poses. She looked to the plushes and figures of her many of the boys held, and noticed many had her clothing painted over in the same colour as her fur. Thinking back to her conversation with the birthday kid, his compliments didn't seem so friendly anymore.

She suddenly wasn't so happy about this solo show. Without thinking, Roxy had bumped into the stage. She fell forward onto her knees. The boys turned to look and as she was recovering, she heard someone whisper to another kid "dare ya to kiss her."

Next thing Roxy knew, she was being kissed by one of the boys, his hands roaming around her shirt. She didn't know how long she was there for, but the next thing she knew Monty was there with a few dazed boys around him and many more running off. After he had scared off or given concussions to all the guests, Monty went over to help Roxanne up.

"You alright, Rox?" Monty asked.

"Yeah, thank. Little brats." Roxy grumbled at the boys.

"What happened here?!" A woman shrieked. Vanessa was standing beside her looking very angry.

"One of you explain this now!" Vanessa demanded.

"It was my doin', officer Vanessa. Some of the kids were attackin Roxanne and that's tampering with company property." Monty said.

"I see." Vanessa said. "Well ma'am, I'm sorry about your son's birthday party. Fazbear entertainment will pay for medical bills and you will get a full refund." She said.

"I should hope so! We will not be returning soon!" The woman said, rushing over to her son, still mostly unconscious.

Vanessa gave Roxy and Monty a suspicious look, but left them alone and went to deal with the medics.

"Hey," Roxy said, getting Monty's attention. "Thanks."

Monty gave a tight smile. "Anythin' for the best."