Hey there everybody. Sorry it's been so long. Between classes and Nanowrimo starting up I've been packed. Hopefully i'll be able to balance it all out soon. So please enjoy the chapter.

The first thing he felt as he woke was pain. It was a dull ache that permitted his body, making every fiber of him feel like lead. His eyes didn't want to open, but he forced them so he could take in the space around him. Cold stone met his eyes and he tried to sit up. His body lay unresponsive, unwilling to move no matter how hard he tried. Panic settles into his stomach, waking his eyes dart wildly around the bare ceiling.

A door banged open and he shut his eyes, heart pounding in his chest. He didn't hear footsteps, but soon enough he sensed a presence looming over him. He heard a gentle sigh before a hand was placed on his arm. "It's begun already," a voice said. "I never would have thought he'd strike so quickly." The voice went silent, and he listened for any sound to indicate the person was still there hovering over him. "I need more time." Something metal clanked, and then the hand was back at his side. "I need more time," it said again.

Something sharp jammed into his side. He wanted to cry out, but his vocal cords didn't want to work with him. He couldn't even jerk away from the movement. He heard a sound like skin tearing before something was being dropped onto the floor. The squishing sound made him mentally wrinkle his nose in disgust, but the person beside him seemed unconcerned. The pain continued, his side feeling like someone had sliced him wide open. Curiosity got the better of him, and he let his eyes slide open.

The sight that greeted him made his blood run cold. The person standing beside him wasn't a person at all. Instead he was greeted by an impossibly thing creature, black body stretched taunt. Three thin fingers work deftly at his side, pulling at something he couldn't hope to see from his still position. He couldn't even make out his own body, eyes unable to see anything except the orange colored muzzle where his nose should have been.

'Am I wearing some kind of mask?' He wondered. The creature beside him looked up, white pupils staring at him. He tensed, and the creature approached his head.

"I see you're awake," it said, "I'm sorry for this, and I'm sure you have questions." Indeed he did have questions, but his mouth refused to work. He simply blinked, eyeing the creature carefully. "There's something I must finish, and then I'll answer whatever you need to ask." Long fingers delved into his leg, making him wince slightly. The creature pulled something free with a wet noise before stepping back. "There. I'll clean up soon enough. Excuse the mess."

Before he could wonder what it meant, the creature was lifting him. More orange came into his line of sight, and eventually he focused on it. Fur. A pair of tattered brown shorts dressed the legs before him, but he brain couldn't process. His eyes refocused on a mirror that hung on the opposite wall. His eyes widened, staring at himself.

He was Foxy. Or rather...Foxy was now him?

"I know this will be difficult for you to accept," the creature behind him said. Something clicked, and feeling flooded through his body. He flexed the fingers on his hand, turning the hook around to inspect it. "I kept you in this world but, should you prefer to pass on fully, I will not stop you." He looked at the creature.

"Am I dead?" He asked.

"In a sense," it replied, "that man you saw earlier killed you and tried to cover it up by hiding your body within this suit, a favorite of yours yes?" He nodded, frowning. He could only vaguely remember being chased around, fleeing from the crazed man.

"I...I can't remember anything clearly," he said.

"Not even your name?" The creature asked. He shook his head, feeling as if tears were prickling at the corners of his eyes. The creature placed a hand on his head. "There, there child. I wish I could have fully restored you. However, my power is considerable weaker than it was at one time." He looked up, seeing the way the creature wasn't even looking at him.

"It's okay," he said, drawing its attention, "mr. um..." The creature chuckled, removing its hand.

"Call me Marionette," it told him, "as for you. We'd best call you something." The Marionette looked thoughtful, and he cocked his head.

"Just call me Foxy," he said with a grin, "after all, that's who I am now." Marionette looked at him, seeming sad despite the grin etched into its mask.

"You'd be alright with that?" it asked, "with suddenly being something else."

"I'm sure," he said, "besides, I love Foxy. He's my favorite." Marionette chuckled.

"Of course he is," it said. It knelt to be eye level with him, cocking its head. "Foxy's wiring is no longer in control," it explained, deadly serious all of a sudden. "You'll have to play the part of Foxy, do you understand? Act out of character, and you might get scrapped. Behave. Play your part." Foxy, as he supposed he'd start referring to himself, nodded.

"Aye," he said, putting on his best pirate accent, "That be easy fer me mate." Marionette chuckled, patting his head.

"Good boy," it said, "now then. Can you stand?" He frowned, shifting to get off the table. At first his legs buckled, and he hissed as he hit the stone floor. The Marionette helped him up, being his support until he could stand. "Good. Let's get you back to Pirate's Cove. You'll start work immediately in the morning."

"Morning?" he asked, "What time is it?"

"That I'm not too sure of," it said, "but for now we must hurry. You'd best get get your routine in order." Foxy nodded, following the Marionette through the halls silently. He clambered onto the Pirate's Cove stage with a little difficulty, before straightening. "I'll be here if you need me," the Marionette said, "but call only if it's an emergency."

"All right," Foxy said.

"And remember. Act your part."

"Aye aye," Foxy said. The Marionette nodded, and then it was gone. Foxy sighed, sitting down on the stage. 'It's gonna be lonely at night,' he thought before laying down. 'Oh well. There's not much I can do about it I suppose.' He shut his eyes, settling into some form of half sleep state.

He sat at the office desk, bored already. 'I shouldn't have killed him so quickly,' he thought, flipping through cameras lazily. 'Oh well. I'll locate another, and the fun can continue.' He smirked, settling back in his chair. His heart was racing, already anticipating his next kill. 'Now then. Who will be next?'

So there you have it. And don't worry. Vincent will be named soon enough. Hopefully you enjoyed the chapter. Lemme know. Anyway, I'm off. See you all in the next chapter.