Foxy sat in silence as Judd stood in front of him, pulling out several types of tools, unable to move due to his body being paralyzed from the void, still recovering from the trip. He scanned the room around him from the corner of his eyes frantically, all the while Judd grabbed a long flat tool and a folder, pulling a stool right up to Foxy's front while setting the tool in his lap.

Judd flipped through the folder for a second before showing it to Foxy directly, a view directly at a personalized file on…

Foxy looked at the words for a few seconds, some of it blanked out for what he considered viewers sake, but one was left unapologetically uncovered. He saw the detailed report from the pizzeria, when he killed the girl, his chest automatically tightened up as he felt his limbs burn from strain.

"You don't like that, do you?"

The android flipped a few pages back, now detailing the events at the newer pizzeria where he met Mangle, from nearly hurting her to when they ran away, then again, the paged was flipped for him to see what was planned originally, he was to be shipped back after renovations and reopened after some maintenance, only someone was to be with him who was blanked out, causing him to finally break as he felt himself to limp in the chair.

Below it all, he was now to be decommissioned.

"All this. You ruined a good thing," Judd chuckled as he flung the folder onto the table with the tools, grabbing the tool from his lap and lining it up at Foxy's shoulder, raking it down as it grafted off sheets of synthetic flesh while the vulpine struggled to shout, only a guttural moan escaping him. "All you had to do was sit and let good things come to you…"

This continued for what felt like hours, Judd taunting Foxy as he ripped skin from his body, soon reaching the tubing that was installed by Goldy before they arrived, and only then did he shift his position, ripping skin from a different section of the arm until it was also bare, each time causing Foxy to groan again and again, overloading his senses.

Eventually, Judd finished, packing up the tools and folder before leaving. Foxy's body stripped bare safe for his left arm and side below his shoulder. Synthetic blood poured down his chest and body, unable to heal or move. The memory repeating through his mind again and again before he felt something snap, his vision darkening from what he assumed was blood getting into his eyes, but he had been energized…

Foxy let his arm hang limply as he hunched over, rounds pelting him in his back and side as he struggled to recover, soon managing to pull himself up, looking down the street at a singular building in particular before shouting, his voice hoarse and guttural from damage to his throat.

"Judd! Come out ya bastard!"

Mangle watched from the roof as she tried and failed to shoot one of the men running at Foxy, only for the vulpine to sling his arm outward in an arc, slicing through his side before ripping back and near decapitating the man who laid in a puddle of blood behind Foxy who sprinted forward in an animalistic nature, more accurately throwing his blade through men as blood poured down his body.

Another android wearing the company patch sprinted out with what looked like a machete from afar, sliding down on Foxy's arm which she watched get severed, only for the mist to connect it back while he rammed his left hand into the ferret's head, slinging him to the floor before he got impaled. He kept moving forward, ruthlessly throwing himself into the enemies before tearing them apart one-by-one.

Mangle pulled the iron sights onto another man, finally managing to successfully land a round on his shoulder as he struggled to shoot at Foxy, only for him to run up and grab at something on the android's waist, yanking away before kicking him a good six feet back before running towards the opposite end of the street, another android running up towards the downed one before they exploded, gore and viscera flying into the air as she kept her eyes on Foxy, everything visibly slowing down as she watched him move towards them, lining up her next shot and downing another man.

She was downing them faster, soon turning towards the other end of the building and running before sprinting over and lunging for the next. Conditioning herself, she realized. Mangle instinctively continued her sprint towards the center of the ledge, looking over and aiming at another man and shooting him before repeating, downing four more while Foxy continued the bloodbath on the ground, the metal tubing healing after every injury he sustained, however, the skin remained missing.

Foxy grew shaky in his legs as he let out fierce growls, tackling one down before he rolled over him and yanking him back over, sending the poor man into another before he got to his feet and lunged, impaling a man through the chest and clamping his jaws on the androids head, using his limp body to break his fall as he watched another ahead of him drop before the man could fire.

She hovered her sights on the man he'd thrown, shooting him before he could recover and throwing the barrel back, shooting another, each one causing her to disconnect herself from what was happening, flowing through the motions as each patched-android fell. Foxy slashed, punched, kicked, and bit his way through the men while Mangle shot them from afar and jumped from rooftop-to-rooftop.

Eventually, there was nobody left outside as Foxy pulled his blade out of an android's chest, letting it fall to the ground with no words as Mangle silently looked back down the street, seeing upwards of 30-40 dead androids. She spun her head over as she heard the vulpine collapse to his knees, his fur bathed in blood as he shouted out Judd's name again, the emotions in his voice too many to recognize while he clawed his way to his feet, unsteadily stomping through the doorway to the barracks.

Mangle climbed down from the building in silence before running towards the barracks, struggling to catch up with the vulpine as he continued his roaring. Each noise he made grew more barbaric as he walked further, becoming enraged until he kicked open a door to a frantically shouting android, the vixen unable to see before Foxy stormed in with a grin. She ran over and leaned into the room, watching as Foxy yanked the man to his feet, only just above where he could touch the ground, and walked him back into the wall.

"Judd, you should've simply walked out when I called for ya. Instead I 'ave done killed everyone," Foxy tightened his grip on the cat as he rubbed the tip of the blade against his stomach, slowly dragging it up and down while he chuckled. "Maybe I'll ye from the rafters by yer innards after skinning ya since ye oh so enjoyed skinnin' me."

"Wait, wait-"

Mangle couldn't see from where she sat, but she assumed he stabbed the cat before ripping up, the man looking Foxy in the eye before looking behind him at Mangle as he breathlessly shouted for help, only for the vulpine to tear something out of the man, dropping it to the ground as tubing fell behind it.

"It seems we know who te stronger man was, now," Foxy mumbled to himself as he dropped the corpse, staring downward for a few moments as it all went silent, save for the sound of the raging fire a block away. He turned over and saw his coat, grabbing it and examining it.

Mangle timidly stepped out, walking towards him as silent as she could be, reaching for his shoulder with her left hand before he spun around, jutting the blade out before he recognized her, but not before she grabbed his wrist and pushed it away, throwing herself at him and slinging her arm around his neck, a difference in his stature completely when she finally sighed in relief.

"Mags," He asked her, shock in his voice as he slowly placed his arm around her shoulder and leaned down, breathing in her scent for a few moments as he felt his body shake, finally.

"Foxy…"

Neither of them said anything for a few minutes, just enjoying each others company after the week of wondering if the other was okay, only Foxy collapsed before they grew comfortable, finally feeling the lack of blood in his system after it all as Mangle heard men shouting from afar in the street, causing them both to leave it at that.

"Come on, Foxy, follow me."

They had managed to reach contested ground in the Southern District after half an hour of walking and avoiding patrols, Foxy struggling to stay awake after the carnage he caused, and as soon as they reached an abandoned building they considered safe, he collapsed and passed out, shivering from blood loss, freezing to the touch.

Meanwhile, Mangle laid near him, snuggled against his frame in an attempt to warm him while also mindful of anyone possibly stumbling upon them…

Hours had passed since night had fallen, the sun just barely beginning to rise as Mangle held onto the vulpine, gingerly rubbing along the thin layer of scabbed blood that had gathered on his body, soon lifting him to a sitting position with considerable effort before looking around, finding bed sheets which she quickly ripped apart into smaller strips, soon tearing off the scabbed layer in his sleep before wrapping his body and face with the handmade bandages.

There were so many new cuts and scars along his body, she cringed as she felt some of them, others covered in black instead of the usual color she assumed was due to his healing ability. He was hurt and brutalized. More than ever, her head hurt as she tried to hope he'd be okay, but she couldn't help but feel like something in him changed.

That ruthlessness, all she could hope was that he wouldn't continue like that, if not for sake of keeping his sanity, but for keeping himself safe. Neither of them knew how long his healing factor could keep up, and she didn't want to have to find out. Mangle lifted his left hand up with both of hers before kissing it gently, closing her eyes as she sighed, allowing herself to simply hold him until he woke up.

A few more hours passed as she continued to keep watch before the vulpine woke up, slowly opening his eyes to see Mangle beside him, holding his hand in a death-grip as she stared across the room. He examined his body for a few minutes, seeing she'd wrapped his body with the bandages to allow him to heal causing him to smile before rubbing her hand with his thumb.

She turned over to see his toothy grin plastered on his bandaged face, causing her to smile for once before he pulled her downward, wrapping his arms around her back.

"I missed you," He mumbled, chuckling to himself as he rubbed her cheek with his own.

"I know. I know…" Mangle simply enjoyed the embrace, noticing a wetness against the top of her head as she guessed he broke a bit, but she didn't mind considering they were both disgusting at the moment.

"Foxy," She asked as he hummed in reply, "What happened back there… How did you get captured?"

He sighed for a moment before answering, "I had hid you in the service tunnels, but as I was going to enter I got jumped by some of the soldiers. It wasn't long before I woke up and… I think you can assume the rest."

"Yeah, but I've never seen you like that back there," She replied, pulling back to look at him with a stern but comfortable expression as he went silent again, obviously thinking about how to reply.

"I… I simply don't want to fight anymore," He told her after looking away, a detracted pitch in his voice as he shook it off.

'I won't pressure you anymore…'

"I get it… You're exhausted, we're exhausted- all of us. But we will keep going," She told him in a comforting voice as she hugged his neck, resting her head against his shoulder while he nodded his head.

They eventually got up and continued walking back to the Eastern District, both of them exhausted beyond anything they'd felt before, taking it slow for Foxy's sake as he struggled to keep his balance, Mangle shouldering part of his weight as they avoided the patrols, Foxy thinking back to when he trained with Jason and she would do the same then, carrying him back to rest after he went as far as he could for the day.

He smiled to himself as he gazed at her from the corner of his eye, just knowing she was willing to go those lengths for him, he couldn't help but smile. Even after all they'd gone through, part of him felt like he wasn't worth it, but he refused to argue. Just remembering all that had happened as they finally reached the main street of the Eastern District, the familiar warmth of it sending the feeling of safety through his body as he relaxed a bit, watching as people stared at them while they walked down the street.

Mangle turned him towards the bar instead of Marionette's, walking inside to see Victoria, who was standing behind the counter cleaning glasses, Andy who sat on a stool with a drink, and a few other men in the building, each of them with considerable injuries themselves, in the back was that damned hound Yukiel, nursing a bottle of whiskey before looking over and waving with a joking shout before everyone else looked over, waving as well.

"Foxy, what the hell happened to you," Andy asked as Foxy got off of Mangle's shoulder and walked over, getting into the stool to sit down with a slight wince.

"Let's just say I there might be a taxidermy of me somewhere," He chuckled in reply, attempting to lean on the counter as Victoria popped him with the rag.

"Oh, no. You are not dirtying up this counter with your filthy ass, best clean yourself of all that before doing it. I will not be cleaning up behind you," She told him with a smirk as he shook his head.

"Alright, alright, I kneel," He told her as Mangle walked up behind him, rubbing his back before sitting down beside him and holding his shoulder.

"Yeah, Fox, where'd all that blood come from. Kind of amazed you can walk right, now," Yukiel replied as he walked over, leaning on one of the tables as he took a swig from the bottle.

"Let's just say it's not all his," Mangle spoke up, looking back at the hound who shook his head while continuing to nurse the bottle.

"Yeah, I doubt anyone was left."

"They didn't know what was coming."

The comments from the other men in the room caused him to chuckle a bit as he looked around, still a bit dazed from everything which had happened. All of them celebrated, thankful for a small win even if it was that, small.

Mangle hoped they would manage to survive through all this, she didn't know what was coming, but she had a feeling this wasn't the end...

Thanks for reading this far, feel free to leave a review, critique or praise, I don't mind either and prefer the former more so. I feel like my chapters are getting kind of sloppy at the moment and I'm struggling to reprimand the issue as I simply haven't written in a while and I'm jumping back in without caution.

Hopefully things are beginning to come together somewhat, but I feel I've left out major information regarding the android anatomy along with the descriptions of generations and such as it plays a large part of the story, not to mention I will be revising chapters when I finish the story in an attempt to space things out and clear others up. This chapter is sort of disappointing to me, I feel like there's some better descriptions I could of used and not to mention I would've probably been better keeping them as one chapter, but I wanted to create a backlog even though it didn't really work out.

Anyways, I'll try and get the next chapter out soon, no promises though.