"I believe I know who."
A voice echoed throughout the cabin startling everyone inside. It was deep and gruff, it sounded like it belonged to an older man. Vincent's wings ruffled up. "Who's there?!" he yelled, looking at every corner and crack in sight. The voice laughed, was it amusing to it?
"Awe, how cute. You're acting like you aren't afraid," it spoke again. The voice sounded like it came from the couch. They all turned around and on the couch was a dark figure, looking vaguely like a bear, sitting with his legs crossed. He was facing away from everyone, but you could tell he had a huge toothy grin on his face from the way he spoke before.
"Who are ye 'n why are ye here?" Foxy asked the bear, slowly approaching him.
"I believe it's not necessary for you to know who I am at this current moment, Foxy." He turned his head and a glowing red eye looked at the approaching fox. Foxy stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn't shocked at the fact that he knew his name (because everyone does at this point) but he was shocked at how bright his eyes were. They were almost hypnotic to look at.
Foxy shook his head and looked at the bear again, putting his hand on his swords handle. "Ye needs t' go away, now." He threatened.
"What if I don't? What are you gonna do, slice me in half with that dull thing?" The figure laughed as Foxy started pulling out his sword. It reflected the light from the lamp, shining on the black bear. Foxy was shocked to see that even if he reflected the light on the bear, it didn't appear at all. He finally got his sword out and glared at the bear on the couch.
It motioned with its finger to come. Foxy gripped his sword tightly as he slowly got closer. "What's wrong, pup? You scared?" The bear cooed. Foxy growled and lifted his sword up and getting ready to swipe at him. The bear smiled wickedly. "Do it."
"Foxy, stop," Vincent suddenly said, "we don't what it can do and we don't need you provoking it!"
It was useless. Foxy already had swung at the bear, aiming to go straight across its abdomen. Everyone, except for Freddy, was yelling at Foxy, screaming at him to stop and to just put the sword away. Foxy had already swung and you'd expect there to be blood but...there wasn't. Foxy looked at the bear with wide eyes, tail between his legs as they shook. The bear had been unfazed by it and a smoke-like fog emitted from his body. Foxy looked up at its face. This wasn't a normal animatronic.
The bear laughed and stood up, his body producing more black fog. Foxy dropped his sword but didn't move, he couldn't move at all. Foxy couldn't even hear anybody anymore, his complete focus was on the bear who was slowly walking to him. Foxy couldn't look away, but he couldn't see anything except the thing walking to him. Soon, it was right in front of him, grabbing the fox's chin and lifting it up. The bear was tall, taller than Freddy perhaps and that grumpy bear was tall.
"It was cute to see you try to hurt me. I can't believe you actually thought I could be killed," it spoke, its voice being very calm yet unsettling at the same time. Why isn't anyone doing anything? Foxy felt its other hand creep up and grab onto his neck, its cold, sharp claws digging into his fur. "But for you, however, you can be killed. You're nothing compared to me and you're nothing to everyone here." It squeezed and Foxy suddenly had trouble breathing. He could see the brown logs of cabin again and hear the others screams. Foxy coughed as he tried to get its hand off his neck. Foxy was lifted slightly above the floor since his feet were unable to touch the soft carpet at this point. His vision was getting blurry and all he could hear was an endless ringing in his head. "You. Are. Nothing." Its voice echoed in his head, its words getting louder and louder. Why isn't anyone doing anything?!
Eventually, Foxy was dropped to the floor and there wasn't any more pressure on his neck. He tried to breathe as Bonnie grabbed him and dragged him away from the bear. "Are you okay?" Bonnie asked. Foxy nodded and coughed. Vincent helped Bonnie pick Foxy off the floor and held him up.
"Now leave us alone and never come back you creep!" He heard Chica yell. Was she talking to the bear while Foxy was being choked out?
"Well, I can't guarantee I won't leave you completely alone but I'll leave this place if you so desire me to, sweetheart," it grinned wickedly, its red eyes glowing brighter. Foxy couldn't look away from it but he noticed that both Bonnie and Freddy turned their heads away.
"I'll see you soon," in a loud and sudden puff of smoke, he was gone. Everyone coughed from the mist that was now in the air.
"Who was that guy?" Freddy asked Vincent between coughs.
"I have clue who that was or even where he came from." Vincent waved his free hand in an attempt to clear the smoke near his face.
"Let's wait until tomorrow to figure out who that was, when everyone isn't so tense." Chica hummed, fixing the hair that fell on the side of her head.
"Why did you look at his eyes Foxy?" Bonnie asked Foxy, helping him get up on his feet. "Don't you know how dangerous that is?"
"Wha' do ye mean?" Foxy asked, rubbing his neck.
"Wait, you've been almost around the whole globe, not to mention that you're a pirate, and you don't know of Red Eyes?" Freddy said, a brow raised. Foxy shook his head and looked at the both of them in confusion.
"I don't know what you guys are talking about either." Chica chimed in.
"Red eyes? Tell you lies? Have you even heard of the old rhyme?" Bonnie asked them but they both shook their heads.
"I think I know what you're talking about," Vincent said, "I remember hearing a couple of kids say something like that at the edge of the forest one time."
"How does it go?" Chica said, tilting her head a bit.
"Well, it goes like this: Beware of those with the blood red eyes, for they will always tell you lies. Stare too long and you'll find that you've been hypnotized." Bonnie sang, looking at the ceiling to try to remember it. "It's short but you get the point."
"I thought you guys knew that, especially the pirate here." Freddy snarled, looking at Foxy with a hard glare. Foxy stared at the floor, rubbing his neck quietly as his tail stayed between his legs.
It had started raining just a while ago and night had already fallen. Foxy's neck was still sore (and might have a bruise now) and he kept rubbing it as he was seated on the couch with Bonnie on his lap. Chica was exploring the kitchen and helping Vincent make some food and Freddy had disappeared into another room. No one had said a word about what happened as they decided to talk about it the next day and figure out who that was and what that was. Foxy looked at Bonnie, watching him slowly breathe peacefully. He assumed the young rabbit was asleep and he quietly rubbed his purple head. Bonnie's fur was surprisingly soft and clean, it felt as if he was touching a fallen cloud.
Freddy appeared and looked at Foxy and Bonnie on the couch. Foxy and Freddy made eye contact. Freddy gave him a glare and sat on the couch but far away from them. Foxy sighed and continued petting Bonnie's head. "Heya Foxy." Foxy looked up and saw Chica's bright lavender eyes. She sat down next to him and grabbed his hand, which was petting Bonnie, tightly. "How's your neck?"
"'Tis alright, 'tis nah th' first time I've been choked like this." he softly said as he looked at the floor again.
"How many times have you've been choked?" Chica asked curiously.
"About seven times, if ye include today."
Chica's jaw dropped as she stared at the pirate. "You must get into a lot of fights then."
Foxy chuckled and pulled his hand away when he noticed she was still holding onto it. "Yeah..."
It was silent for a while, the only sound was of the occasional pan or spoon Vincent would drop on the floor, which was kinda loud. Surprisingly enough, Bonnie didn't wake up, not even when Vincent had thrown a pot at the wall and breaking it into pieces. "Are ye alright pal?" Foxy asked.
Vincent took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm good," he turned around and went back to the stove "stupid cursed pot."
Chica and Foxy looked at each other and shrugged in confusion.
While everyone was distracted, the red crystal in the glass container glowed brightly. A dark figure appeared in the crystal and looked around. No one was looking. The figure disappeared and the crystal turned from red to black and vanished in a dark mist. It left no trace that it was even there in the first place.