Author's note: Hi there! Again, I am Serena uploading for Lichylichy. In this emotional rollercoaster of a chapter, Foxy "meets up" with someone from his past, and we have a flashback showing us how our favorite fox met- Okay, I am saying too much. Josh wouldn't appreciate me making spoilers. So, enjoy the reading!

Wednesday, February 10, 1993. 11:32:41 AM

The room was silent and still. If it weren't for the sunlight streaming through the dirty windows, one would think that it was closer to midnight than to noon. The restaurant was absolutely deserted, and nothing moved, besides the dust in the air, unnoticeable besides when it floated into the sunlight.

Foxy was glad he was fully awake, for if he were asleep, he'd have woken with a start (considering no one reading has ever been an animatronic, jumping slightly can be a lot more loud when you're made of metal, rather than flesh.) and alerted the person who had stepped into the restaurant. He peeked out of the curtains, gently brushing the purple fabric aside with a hook. A woman, getting on in her years, was analyzing the three animatronics on the stage with a hand on her hip. He couldn't see her, her back was too him, but she must have been in her early 50's, due to the silver streaks in her otherwise flaming red hair. Foxy glanced around, attempting to locate a child. Just her. Just one adult? It was beyond odd. What was she doing here?

"Tu-ee zi oohu?" Golden Freddy asked a little too loud. Foxy quickly ducks back in, hoping she had not heard and, subsequently, hadn't seen. He laid against the wall, trying to stay perfectly still and have his eyes not shine so brightly.

It didn't help. All at once, the curtains were thrown apart, and the light beat down on the two broken animatronics. They sat as still as they could as the woman's cold eyes looked them over.

"You could have done something." The woman growled, her eyes almost not seeing the animatronic, shivering from anger. Neither of them moved, they just sat there, staring blankly. "You should have done something." She continued, her narrowed eyes piercing straight through him. "They were all I had, and you took them away from me." She hissed, grabbing the animatronic by the front of his suit. "You couldn't so much as protect my children. Yet you still stand while they're gone!" Smack! Foxy had to focus on not moving, as pain shot through him. He knew that it wasn't real, that he shouldn't be able to feel pain. Whether it was real or not, pain shot through his entire body and it hurt. It hurt.

"C'mon. Move! I know you can!" Smack! His head was looking the other direction now as a new wave of pain flew through him. His brother was watching- but all he could do was watch. "You did it back in 1987! When you took them from me!" Smack! "When you took both from me!" She was crying, but it didn't stop her from delivering another smack to his cheek. Smack! Tears fell on his suit, making dark blotches on it. "Why couldn't you save them? Why? Why? It was supposed to be a safe place!" Smack! Tears fell. Blood too, her hand had started bleeding from the sheer force she was putting behind her slaps, hitting the metal of his head, even under the cushion that the suit provided.

She kept going. Her hands bled, tears fell from her eyes. And the more she laid into the animatronic, the more she broke down, the more the tears and blood fell from her fragile human form. Of course, it wasn't long before a day guard had noticed the shouts coming from Pirate Cove, and finding a woman physically assaulting the broken animatronic, he attempted to pull her off it. Her fury was turned to the guard, and she attacked him, the two tumbling out of the curtains.

This, of course, alerted the chef who had been, up until a few moments ago, dozing in the kitchen. He ran out to find what the ruckus was, to find the day guard and a woman clawing at the poor teenager's face. He yelped in surprise and attempted to pull her off the boy. She immediately turned on the chef, teeth bared like a savage beast, growling like one too. The chef was dropped onto his back, as the woman beat at him.

She stood up, rubbing the tears and blood from her face on her sleeve. The two were in a whimpering heap on the ground, not seeming to actually notice that she had stopped. She growled angrily and stalked out of the pizzeria.

Foxy slowly got up, attempting to stretch the pain away. It didn't work, and his parts threatened to pop out of place. He ignored the sound of sobbing at first, thinking it was the two humans outside. He realized, after the two employees stumbled back to their posts, that the sound was inside Pirate's Cove with him. He turned to see the rotting head, moisture trickling from its eye holes. Blood, tears, oil? He couldn't tell, it all stained the same color on the once golden head.

"Brother…" Foxy mumbled, ears falling flat against his head. The head sputtered a few times, trying to speak. "I know… you don't have to say…" But the head kept trying, shivering in its attempts.

"... Aa… Aamam…" He whimpered. "Amam…"

…

The sudden arrival of their mother had left Foxy in a bad mood, pacing the floors, growling to himself. His old life always upset the animatronic- more so than the others, it probably had something to do with the fact that despite how old he was, he'd always be stuck in his teenage mindset. So he paced… and paced… and paced, along the same scuffed up walls of his cell. The cuts in the floor from the hundreds of thousands of steps he took, the deep cuts in the wall from years of dragging his hook against the concrete. Step, step, step. The only untouched wall was the back, where his meager belongings were tacked to the wall.

His eye, for he had his eye patch down, briefly caught the eye of the old torn poster. Play. Play. He couldn't hold any more resistance to it, the past invaded his mind.

…

The year was 1987. Two months before the new Freddy Fazbear's was going to open. The animatronic part of him can vaguely remember being looked over by a specialized mechanic.

"No, I don't think it would be very kid-friendly." The mechanic said, frowning as he shown a light into the robot's eye.

"You can't fix it up to look kid friendly?" A man hissed, his voice tinny and cold. He couldn't be seen by the fox-pirate.

"Sure. But it'll take more than two months." The mechanic replied, wiping his hands with a dirty rag.

"I've already poured so much money into this." The cold-voiced man growled. "What am I to do without animatronics?"

"You could always build 'em from the ground up." The mechanic replied, providing idle conversation.

"How is that easier?" The other man asked icily.

"These old things are in such dire need of repair that you might as well be building new ones. And we'd have to be delicate with what doesn't need repairs, and then there would be wiring, and rewiring, and their old CPU has to be taken out and replaced…" The mechanic drawled on, about how the circuits had to be rewired, parts moved, and Foxy found himself lost. He might as well have been on another planet, for all he could understand on what was being said.

"I get it, I get it." The mechanic frowned as he was interrupted. He seemed to have enjoyed talking about it. "How soon can you get it done?"

"I could have it done in a month an-" But the rest was gone, the animatronic had been shut down. There were no memories to be had in a period of shutdown, and it could have been years later before the animatronic was booted up again.

...

He was in a large room. That's what was immediately apparent. It was a large room, secluded from most of the pizzeria. There was a slightly ajar door on the other side of the room, and through it he could see a group of endoskeletons, apparently running through a performance for a group of people. The animatronic didn't notice, turning around and surveying his surroundings. It was obvious that it was like his Pirate Cove- except it was bigger, if it could be imagined. He saw none of his usual decorations, and his curtains… the curtains were no where to be seen.

Looking back on it, on the animatronic's memory, he felt as if he was seeing something from someone else's perspective. A cold, calculating perspective. He scanned the room, familiarizing himself with it all. A half dozen tables… the making of what would probably be a stage… he saw it all of a sudden, and thinking back on what the animatronic saw then made his heart flutter now. He cursed his heart for it, he cursed the programming that no one took from the damn fox. He cursed Fazzbear Entertainment, he cursed the Marionette that stuffed him, but above all, he cursed the man that had thrown him into this hell in the first place.

Foxy approached the body, lying limp in the corner. She was nearly completed, with only a few more bits of her "suit" to be placed on. The animatronic noted the streamlined material that made up its exoskeleton. It was different than his own, which was cloth and fake fuzz, which made him seem more like an ugly teddy bear than a robot. Though, that's probably what Fazzbear Entertainment wanted in the first place. To make them not seem robotic.

"Aaaargh matey!" Foxy suddenly shouted his robotic greeting, startling the child in the present that inhabited him. Blasted thing didn't understand volume. "What ye be doin' on Foxy's ship?"

Upon hearing the voice, the newer animatronic booted up, yellow eyes flashing to life. She scanned her surroundings, head whipping to and fro to catch every little detail. Only after this did she turn to the fox and addressed him, in a much more quiet voice.

"Good evening Foxy." She stated slowly, eyes twitching slightly as she processed what to say. "We should use our inside voices, the others are practicing." There was only a slight pause between each word, and her voice was just a little tinny, but otherwise she talked in the same fashion as a person.

"Aaarrgh!" Foxy exclaimed, apparently ignoring the advice. "I be Foxy the Pirate! I 'ave sailed savage seas, found lost treasures, and beat the dastardly Black Beard single handedly! I will be silenced by no man!"

"I understand Foxy." Mangle replied, slowly standing up and putting a hand on his shoulder. He went rigid and the robot's cheeks warmed in an artificial blush.

"U-Urm…" The fox mumbled, running fingers along his hook nervously. "I s'pose… I could be a lil quieter…"

"Thanks Foxy." She gave a smile. "I'm Vixen. I look forward to performing with you."