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??? ?? ??? 1988

???? POV

It looms overhead, a dark cloud circling with me at it's center. Like being in the eye of a hurricane the wind rips at my shell. I feel it pulling and tugging on every fiber of my being.The pain is unbearable as it tries to begin excarnation for my own burial. I breathe in, and along with it comes the dreaded darkness. It becomes me, it is me. I am one with this horror, and as it begins to assimilate with my soul. Who am I anymore? Am I me? Am I this horror? My mind and thoughts jumble up into a mess of fog as my mind becomes one true cloud. There is no fighting it. There is no running from it. It comes for us all, and there is no stopping it.

Saturday, the 12th. 10:00 P.M. 1988

Foxy's POV

I sit in the Parts Service room motionless. I feel as if I need to move but cannot find the ability to do so. No one has come to check on me, and no one is going to. I have no idea what is going on with me. Is this a programming error? Am I malfunctioning again? As my mind begins to battle my own self, the door opens.

"Hey Foxy, what are you still doing here?" Chica questions.

I can't move. I can't tell her how I can't get up from this fucking floor. I feel tethered to the ground with my limbs unresponsive. I manage to glance at her, hoping she understands. She looks at me confused, backs up, and leaves the room with the door wide open. Why? Why is this happening? It felt like hours passed sitting on this floor before Chica returned with Bonnie.

"What's going on pal? Are you okay?" Bonnie asks.

I try to say something, anything to let him know what I'm going through. Nothing escapes my mouth, and I begin to feel frustrated with my situation.

"Maybe we could reboot him? I think his body is locked up" Chica mentions.

"Yeah let's try that" Bonnie agrees as he gets behind my head.

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Bonnie's POV

I flip the switch on the back of Foxy's head and his body goes completely limp. I flip it back to the "On" position, and nothing seems to change. I panic, looking up at Chica.

"Uhm, He isn't turning back on" I inform.

"What? What do you mean? Are you saying he is just gone now? Off for good?" Chica begins. Irritation radiates from her every word.

"Well I mean I don't know what's happening with him. Maybe it was more than we thought it was" I replied. My words do nothing to calm Chicas temper, although that wasn't the intent anyways.

"Well keep trying, we can't just give up on him" Chica demands. I nod, and pull Foxy on to the Parts Service room's table.

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Saturday the 12th, 12:30 AM 1988

Freddy's POV

I haven't seen Bonnie or chica for over two hours now, and I begin to worry. Did Foxy do something to them? Is there an issue? Should I even care? I get up from sitting on the stage and walk towards the Parts Service room. I can hear talking from down the hall from what sounds like Bonnie and Chica.

"We need to get Freddy in here now!" Bonnie exclaims.

"Freddy won't help us Bonnie! He wants nothing to do with Foxy, and would rather him be stuck like this anyways. You know that" Chica retorts.

I reach the door to the room and peer inside. Both Bonnie and Chica hovered over Foxy who appeared to be limp and lifeless. I sigh, and enter the room.

"What happened?" I exhaled.

"Foxy must be having some sort of malfunction going on, we can't get him to come back on" Bonnie informs me.

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Saturday the 12th, 2:47 AM 1988

Foxy's POV

I feel myself power up. My body springs to life as I shoot up from where I was laying. I look around myself, and see the crew surrounding me on the Parts Service table.

"What happened?" I ask.

Silence greets me.

"What? What happened?" I plead.

Blank stares are returned.

"Why won't you guys answer me? What the hell is going on here?" I angrly roar.

"I'm fine guys, thanks. Let me have a moment" A voice booms.

One by one they exit the room. Am I dreaming? What is this? Why are my friends acting so strange out of the blue? I get off the table and look back. Shocked, I see myself still on the table, but how is that possible? Confused, I see the version of myself sit up on the table.

"You aren't in control Foxy" It states.

"What? What are you talking about?" I ask

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"Don't worry, I'll take it from here" the entity controlling my body laughs.

What is going on? Is this really even happening? I panic, wondering what i'm going to do.

Well I hope you enjoyed everyone. A little shorter of a chapter, but I hope the last two coming out so soon makes up for that a bit. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this very interesting chapter. I'll see you next time, seeya!