(A/N) Okay, this book is set in the same type of universe as my other story, Lost Memories, but it has different characters entirely. If you haven't read the previous story then you won't understand some things in this story, however, it probably isn't too important and will still ultimately make sense. So it isn't a needed thing, just recommended. Special thanks to SpaceCat010 for helping me out with this.

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I opened my eyes on a familiar stage, telling a story to kids about me 'sailin' the seven seas' while I stood atop a small ship in the corner of the room, chest proudly held up with pride.

My voice boomed through the room as I told them about when I had defeated another pirate while 'searchin' for treasure.' "Aye, lad! I leaped onto a boulder and looked down, seeing ta ole' captain below. I unsheathed me sword and I jumped down engagin' in a brutal and hard-fought melee with 'em. Swinging left te right with vigor as we parried each other and came back with furiosity never before seen, swinging more and more until I caught him off-guard, kicking him away. Ta ole' captain retreated te his ship and sailed away, beaten by captain Foxy," I shouted as I leaped across the small ship; gliding back-and-forth with an energy unmatched, at least compared to the others.

"Okay, kids. Give old captain Foxy a rest. It's time for the next show," Freddy said from the stage; the kids groaning as they walked away. I stepped off the ship, dropping to the stage below before a young girl walked up, asking for a picture. I obliged as I crouched down beside her, letting her sit on my knee as her mother pulled out her phone and focused it on us.

My jaw opened, and the sound of metal ripping through flesh and bone sliced through the air; the mother staring in dread, unable to do anything as I felt a warm liquid flow through my mouth.

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"No!"

I bolted upright, feeling myself gasping for air in a cold sweat, feeling the frigid tears attempting to claw their way out of the corners of my eyes as I looked around the small, dust-filled room. A short dresser sat at the end of the bed, facing the door that was in the corner of the room to the right. Hanging shelves were screwed into the wall, which held various little trinkets, toys, and gifts that I'd accumulated over the years. I turned to the side and saw a picture frame face down on the end of the shelf. Getting up from my quaint bed, I walked to the shelf slowly, soon picking up the picture and inspecting it. The frame held a picture of himself and her, a layer of dust covering the glass pane as I stared through it, barely able to see the picture.

I slowly wiped away the dust, unable to look away from the picture. The same short blonde hair and beautiful smile stared back. She had worn a black shirt that day, with a star on the front and an unreadable phrase below it. She used to visit us all the time; thankfully, she had two younger brothers to make up for when her friends didn't have birthdays.

Tears filled my eyes as I stared, remembering the exact second I accidentally took her life while doing something I usually did; taking pictures with kids. I brought my left arm up to the edge of the shelf and swung it across, knocking everything to the floor and soon hearing something shatter as I looked down. It was a small ceramic fox. One of her brothers had given it to me before her death; an irreplaceable item that I knew I'd never get back. I fell back, landing on the floor while sitting against the side of my bed as I started sobbing into my left palm, the guilt of ending her life filling my mind as I pulled my head back, looking at my left wrist and black-stained rags on the floor. The rags were used to clean up the mess I left after digging into my skin with my hook and claws, patches of fur were missing where I cut my wrist with my hook, ripping everything every way I could until I could feel the pain. My neck and chest were covered in patches where I dug into my own skin with my claws, repeatedly ripped away at for hours. I looked up at the door in the corner of the room, covered in claw marks and scratches from when I let out my anger on it, ripping away at it as fast and hard as I could.

When I couldn't make a dent in the door, I moved onto myself, ripping away as hard as I could at my chest, neck, and wrist.

I just wanted this all to end.

I stared at the picture, feeling the same empty feeling as I tried to forget what I did. The same empty feeling knowing that I took away her life after she visited us, played with us, even shared secrets from what happened at home with us. Granted the latter was personal, it wasn't horrific. Her family was kind to her and her brothers, her parents were loving and supported her as much as possible, giving them everything they could to give them a better life…

'And I took it all away.'

I let it flow through my mind, too weak to fight against it. I let it sink in and destroy me internally as I laid my head back against the bed, eyes closed as tears trickled down my face. My ears pricked towards the door as it opened slowly, someone cautiously stepping into the doorway.

"Hey, Foxy…" I heard Bonnie say from the doorway after walking in partially. "You doing alright? You've been holed up in here for the past few weeks," Bonnie said with a sigh as I looked around the room. My clothing drawers were scattered, my shirt was torn from where I attacked and wounded myself, and the telltale claw marks of insanity covered the door and the surrounding wall. Bonnie stepped into the room and crouched beside me, setting his hand on my shoulder. "Come on, we only have a couple of days left here before we move. You know we aren't mad at you, it wasn't your fault what happened."

I looked down at the picture, the tear streaks down my face leaving a crisp, icy coldness as a draft started up from the doorway. "We all miss her," The purple rabbit said softly as I looked over at him with tired, sorrow-filled eyes. "Let's get out of here so we can have some fun for the rest of our time here," He added with a small smile. "Alright," I replied, wiping my face as I climbed to my feet. "There we go," Bonnie said with a slight chuckle as I stood, hesitant to walk out the room I'd self-exiled myself to.

I stepped toward the door with Bonnie urging me to keep going, anxiety filling my mind as my stomach twisted itself into a knot. I continued out of the room, breathing deeply as Bonnie patted me on the back. I got onto the pirate cove stage, the curtains were drawn back as Freddy and Chica both clapped slowly from the considerably large, old dining room. Round tables filled the outer edges, seating up to six people at each, with four longer rectangular tables filling the inner part of the room. A short hallway shot out to the right leading to the security office, manager's office, lounge, and janitor's closet. The walls were covered with stains and in disrepair, the owner barely struggling to suffice for resources once our patrons had stopped coming. "There he is," Freddy said with a chuckle as I gave them a weak smile. "Let's grab something to eat," Chica said as I slowly hopped off the stage, the purple rabbit following close behind me. "I could go for some food right about now," I replied weakly as I buried my emotions further down, continuing to plaster a forced smile as I stood in front of the cove, afraid to disappoint them after they'd tried to pull me out for weeks with no avail.

We walked to one of the tables beside the stage and sat down, they had already pulled out some leftovers from earlier. Jeremy, the night guard, walked through the front door, spotted us at the table, and walked over. "How are you guys holding up," The guard asked as he stood behind me. "We're holding up fairly well, I think that we're most excited that we get to explore a new location," Freddy replied with a chuckle, looking at the guard who turned his head down at me. "How about you, Foxy," The guard asked resting his hand on my shoulder as I looked up. "You doing alright?" I thought about it for a short while before responding, not wanting to seem blunt. "I've been better," I told him as he patted my shoulder. "That's not horrible," Jeremy chuckled as he walked off towards the office.

I looked at the others with dismay, though I tried to keep it subtle. "Any idea on whether I'm getting scrapped," I asked, soon sighing as I realized what I said. "To your fortune, you're not thankfully. Corporate managed to get us out of the lawsuit and also kept you from getting scrapped," Freddy said with a smile as I barely managed to copy him with the same fake smile. In all honesty, I would have preferred getting scrapped. It would've finally let me be at peace without the thought of that moment eating away at my sanity every second of the night. Every minute that passes with it replaying in my head. There was no way I was anything short of insane, all I thought of was the moment my jaw snapped upwards, nothing could even help me forget. "Foxy, are you going to eat anything," Chica asked, forcing me out of my trance as I simply stared at the pizza on the plate. "I am," I replied as I leaned forward, grabbing the slice and nibbling on it as the others went back to eating as well.

"Any other news regarding us moving," Bonnie asked as he set his slice on the plate. Freddy replied soon after, surely happy to change the subject matter. "Uh, I want to say we're going into storage and we'll have counterparts set up to perform during the day." Somehow, that managed to pique my interest. "Counterparts, eh," I asked as I leaned back in my chair, "I wonder how they'll act." "Not much different than how we did. You got the three on stage, singing, and one that tells stories to the kids so they don't bore themselves from our songs," Freddy said with a laugh. I somehow managed the slightest of chuckles before responding. "Aye, ye do get pretty boring for this ol' fox," I replied, teasing the brown bear with my stage voice, something that I haven't done since the incident. "I guess your sense of humor hasn't gone anywhere," Bonnie chuckled as he rested his arm against the table. "I still have some sanity, at least a little bit," I told the purple rabbit as I leaned back in my chair. "That's what makes you, you," Chica said as I looked over at her. "I guess," I replied with a sigh as I felt the memory eating at the back of my mind, bringing me ever so closer to total insanity.

Maybe that'll be the moment I'll have enough strength to finally end it all.

"I guess we should start packing up. We only have tonight to do so, and after tonight we need to be in place for them to pick us up," Freddy said as he stood up, "By the way, great pizza, Chica." Chica thanked him as the bear walked towards the backstage area. "Well, I need to go clean up my bedroom," I told them as I stood up from my chair with a grunt as I felt my body struggle, the other two also standing up. "Foxy, the broom is in the closet down the hall," Bonnie told me pointing down the hall towards the office. "Thanks, Bonnie," I replied, soon beginning towards the short hall.

I made my way down the hall, noticing grime coating the walls up to the ceiling. Wiring that was hanging down kept catching my ears as I walked down. I saw Jeremy resting in the small office with a singular doorway to his left, camera monitors sat in front of him as he played on his phone with a charger plugged up in the outlet behind him, he looked up at me as I got beside the doorway. "What's up, Foxy," He asked as I opened the closet door which was opposite the side of the office doorway. "I'm just grabbing the broom and dustpan," I replied, pulling out an old industrial style broom with a wide head, I also pulled out a stick with a box attached at the end. "Drop something out there or…" Jeremy questioned me as I turned around. "I need to clean up something in my room," I told the guard as he went back to his phone. "Alright, just make sure you put it up when you're done. Janitor got on my ass the last time Bonnie grabbed it," Jeremy called as I walked back down the hall.

I got back to my bedroom and pulled out a collapsed box from beside the dresser, opened it up, and threw it beside the bed as I tossed my junk into it. I grabbed the box and threw it onto the old bed, picking up the broom and sweeping up the ceramic that was across the floor into the dustpan. After a while, I heard them talking outside the door as I finished sweeping. I placed the two things into the corner before I walked over and propped my head against the door.

"I think he's getting better," I heard Chica say gleefully from the other side. "He walked out, for once. That's more than what we've got him to do for the past month." "I don't know, I'm hoping us getting moved to a different location will help him get over it. Plus, we're going to be meeting new people," Bonnie said as I looked down at the picture on the floor. "He really is going through it. I've never seen him look so… Out of it. It's almost like he's lost in his mind," Freddy said as I slid my face down the door, soon sitting on the floor as I kicked my legs from under me.

I looked around the old room, remembering all the memories I had made; both my first performance and last performance.

'I don't understand why they didn't scrap me, they aren't going to use me for anything... It's almost as if they did it in spite, just to make me suffer, to remember it even more…' A lone tear escaped my eye as I dwelled on the thought.

I pulled myself to my feet and walked over to the picture. I picked it up, turned it around, and loosened the frame, dropping it to the floor as I pulled out the picture. I folded it up and placed it in my pocket, staring at the frame that rested on the grimy floor, in front of my feet. An urge crept up my spine as I stared at it; hesitantly, almost unwillingly, I lifted my foot slowly, then stomped down shattering the glass pane in the frame. I twisted my foot as if I were putting out a cigarette, feeling a shard of glass slice my foot open. I bit my tongue as I felt the pain in my foot shoot up my leg.

I heard the door open and turned around to see Freddy staring at my foot. Silence engulfed the small room as we stared at each other speechless. "Foxy, did you just… Did you just cut your foot open," Freddy asked with concern in his voice as I looked at him. "Yeah, I… I didn't clean up everything and stepped on it," I lied as he simply stared at me with widened eyes. "Okay... well, once you clean up and wrap that foot up; come on out and we'll do something in the meantime," Freddy said as he left, leaving the door open in the process.

I sighed as I looked down at the liquid leaving a small pool underneath my foot. I dropped onto the bed and pulled my leg up onto my knee, looking at the bottom of my foot. A shard of glass stuck out from my heel. I gripped onto the end of the glass and pulled it out slowly, unaffected by the reasonably large foreign object that I was taking out my foot, feeling the flesh wrap around it as it exited the wound. I stared at the piece of glass as the blackish-synthetic blood dripped from the tip of it onto the floor.

'Drip… Drip… Drip…'

The feeling of blood dripping from my teeth rushed back, slowly staining the hardwood stage below us as I bit her, my jaw digging into her skull, unable to control it as she squirmed in my maw… Her mother had ran up to me, hitting my head to try and break her loose as I continued sitting there.

Screaming filled my mind, the sound of children screaming as gray matter dropped from my canines like batter does from a spatula. Grown men even ran over and dug their hands into my bloodied jaws to free the girl's head, grunting and shouting as I stared in horror. I couldn't move, shock flooding through my body, shutting down any mobile functions I had. I was scared. When they freed her from my jaws one man kicked me to the floor, cracking one of the ribs of my endoskeleton that helped mold the gel inside my body which formed my body's shape. I blacked out after that, left to my thoughts, watching the scene flash in front of me repeatedly for what seemed like the longest hours of my life.

I remember waking up in the backstage area, darkness engulfing the majority of the room as a small ceiling lamp barely managed to illuminate the table I was sitting on. I watched as Freddy stood there, stared at me with a look of anger, indignance, disbelief even.

"Why did you bite her!?"

Freddy punched me to the floor and proceeded to jump on me and slam into my chest and gut several times, fracturing the cracked rib, causing me to cough up the synthetic blood as I laid on the floor in pain. Freddy stared at me, realizing what he'd done, he dropped down beside me and brought me into a hug, apologizing as I was paralyzed. My chest swelling with pain as I blacked out again, watching as it crept back into my mind.

'Why did I bite her?'

I was snapped out of the memory as I looked over, seeing the purple rabbit look at me. "Foxy, are you coming," Bonnie asked, leaning into the room through the doorway. "Yeah," I answered. "Just give me a minute to clean up." "Alright, take your time. We have all night, anyways," Bonnie told me with a chuckle as he stepped out the room, leaving me alone in silence once again.

I looked at the floor, spotting the black liquid-stained rag, and picked it up. I wrapped it around my foot tightly and tied it into a knot, soon standing up, and walking over to the broom and dustpan with a limp. I grabbed them and began cleaning up the glass from the floor. I watched as the puddle of the black synthetic blood lathered itself against the floor as I swept, staining the broom's bristles.

I sighed as I walked out the room with the broom and dustpan, setting them against the wall on the stage before hopping down onto the black and white, checkered tiled floor below. Bonnie had sat down with Freddy at the table again as Chica was digging around behind the counter near the entrance. I made my way to the others and sat down in front of Freddy with Bonnie to my left at the round table in front of the stage.

"So, what's Chica digging around for," I asked them as I sat down in the chair. "She's looking for some plush toy," Bonnie said loudly, seemingly taunting her as the yellow chicken looked up at him from the counter. "It's a gift from the children, Bonnie. I at least want to have something to remember them by," She retorted from behind the counter. "Chica, there's enough plushies in this building to sink a ship," I told her, pointing at the wall behind her that was overflowing with plushes. "Yes, but this one was specially made by one of the children," She replied as she threw a marker behind her into the wall. "I forgot how sentimental she was," I said to the others as they sighed. "Yeah, that's something that'll never end," Freddy replied as she pulled out a Raggedy-Ann type doll that was based on her and ran towards the stage. "I think the scary part is that she's that excited over a plush toy," Bonnie said as he pulled his guitar up and started plucking it as he tapped his foot against the floor. "Yeah, I worry about her sometimes," I chuckled slightly as I turned my head over to them as they stared at me. "What?"

"Well, we worry about you," Freddy replied, causing me to sigh a bit. "I know you do. I'm trying… Anyways, where'd they hide the board games," I asked with a sigh as I looked around the neglected pizzeria. "They let the employees take them home," Freddy replied as I groaned. "Didn't expect moving to be so boring" I replied as I laid my head back against the chair, stretching my neck. "You ever going to change that shirt," Bonnie asked me as I looked over at him. "All my shirts are torn," I said as I leaned forward again. "Why are all of your shirts torn," Bonnie asked as he looked at my neck area. I gave him a dull look. "Seems pretty obvious, doesn't it," I told him with a flat voice. I watched him gaze at the cuts and gaps in my fur, around my neck. The majority he couldn't even see unless I stood up and let my shirt rest completely to expose them through the holes across the chest area of the fabric. "One month..." Bonnie mumbled to himself, just barely loud enough for my vulpine ears to pick up.

"Okay, sorry for making you all wait... Granted, there's nothing to do," Chica said with a smile as she sat down to the right. "I got an idea," Freddy said as he perked up, leaning forward. "Why don't we go ahead and say what we're excited about since we're moving locations?" "I'll go first," Jeremy yelled from the edge of the room with a grin as he walked over. "I'm excited about the new security system that they have so I don't have to deal with those broken pieces of junk in there," He exclaimed pointing towards the security office down the hall earning a small laugh from Bonnie. "I think I'm excited over meeting the new people," Freddy told us as my mind wandered. "I'd probably go for exploring the new place. It's supposedly going for a 90's retro look," Chica replied as Bonnie agreed. "What do you think, Foxy," Chica asked me as I stared off at nothing for a second. "I'd say meeting new people, also," I told them as I began thinking about what the new place might be like. "I hope they have Pacman," Bonnie said as Jeremy sat down in between me and the purple rabbit. "Bonnie, that game is older than me, and I'm 25. What the heck do you know about Pacman," Jeremy exclaimed, earning a laugh from Freddy and Chica.

I remained silent as they all talked for the next couple hours about a multitude of topics, having to answer them every once in a while to let them think I was listening when I was actually thinking about her still. The memory consumed my mind as I sat there, unwilling to fight against it.

"I'm going to lay down for the night," I told them as I stood up. "Alright, sleep well because we're leaving tomorrow," Bonnie told me before I began walking off. "I'll try," I replied giving them a slight smile as I climbed up the stage, hearing them continue talking at the table as I saw the broom and leaned back, looking at them. "Jeremy, the broom's up here when you need it," I said before walking back into my bedroom and shutting the door, sighing as I leaned my head against it. I let a few deep breaths in and out as I thought about the incident. I backed away from the door and turning around and facing my bed.

I slipped in the puddle on the floor and fell into the nightstand, hitting just above my right eye into it as I flipped onto my back from the force and groaned in pain. I couldn't see straight as I felt a liquid trickle down my forehead from where I hit my head, soon passing out in the cold, dirty floor.