Hey, hey guys. Yeah, it's me. *weak applause* … Yeah, I'm really really tired. Been watching Markiplier play Five Nights at Freddy's. I'm trying to watch without pausing, or fast forwarding to see when jumpscares happen. I managed to sit and watch two originals' (I don't like giving spoilers) and Snaptrap's. *quiet a moment* … Springtrap's, pardon. I'm really tired. Anyway, I'm really happy with how it's going, the 8-bit backstory is a little… saddening. I was SO hoping Foxy would give the Purple Guy some trouble- guess that may have been askin' a little much. But the fox runs as fast as a car and hits like a train, not to mention the hook, claw, and teeth. But c'est la vie.

Now, my reason for finally showing up. There's gore. A lot of it. And although my special little editor has told me that I should make it M rated for the gore that I've just put in… I'd prefer to keep the rating and warn you. So… this is my theory, it may not be right but it's as I like it, and I hope you all like it too. Thank you for listening… Have a happy, happy day, everyone.

-Lichylichy

Wednesday, February 10, 1993. 11:24:52 pm

Hell must have frozen over. It must have. It must have, if Freddy Fazbear had just brushed back the curtain of Pirate Cove.

"Foxy?" The bear asked, stepping forward slowly. The fox decided to "play dead" a few moments longer. "I know you can hear me." His voice was surprisingly devoid of the usual malice he saved for the pirate.

"What do you want?" He finally answered, with a venomous growl. The bear didn't answer immediately- he pulled a chair from the party room and set it in front of him, backwards, so that when he sat down the back of the chair was at his front. As he settled in, joints squeaking, the chair groaned in protest- it held, but just.

"Look… I'll be honest, perhaps we've not been the best to you or your brother." He started slowly, seeming to think each word through before he said them.

"We're out of order." Was all the fox replied.

"... It was only a joke." The bear replied weakly, his eyes turned down in honest apology. Foxy didn't care though- too much had happened the last six years.

"It was some joke." Foxy snarled angrily, glaring at the leader of the animatronics.

"We were kids-" Freddy tried to start, but Foxy interrupted, slamming his hook into the ground.

"You're still kids!" He shouted, breaking the quiet atmosphere. "All of you! Every last one of you in this bloody building are children! Just as I am still a teenager! We're all stuck, remember?"

"W-We didn't think that Corporate would take the sign seriously…" Freddy managed to say before Foxy started up again.

" 'Course ye didn't! 'Course!" Foxy shouted. His anger had gotten the best of him, and his speech fell back on his voicebox- he was too mad to focus on projecting his voice. "It's cause of yer petty revenge that we're all in this sinkin' ship! And we're no better off for it, the stinkin' cur is still out there!"

"I know!" Freddy suddenly shouted, eyes flickering to deep black pits for a moment. He took a deep breath, and a sigh sounded from his voicebox. "I know… But we're all in the same ship here, Foxy. We've all lost a lot, it isn't just you." Foxy didn't reply, so after a long pause, Freddy continued. "We've all suffered for being here. We were frustrated, so we took it out on you." Foxy remained silent. "It's hard, Foxy. It's really, really hard. You're the oldest out of all of us, you've experienced the most. But it's hard to think that… that this is as far we're going in life. We all had plans for the future, Foxy. We would have had families. Lives. You know how hard it is to be… to be us."

Foxy finally spoke, after several long minutes. "You're right. We've all suffered. But there's no way we can get the guy back for what he's done. And even if we do, we'll still be the bad guys."

"... Look. We've never really seen eye to eye. But you have to believe me, things are different now. We've changed… So, what do you say? Can you help us?" Freddy held out a hand to shake. Foxy stared at the furry appendage for a long moment, prompting the bear to switch hands. "Sorry, forgot which side your hook was on." Foxy took the bear's hand in his own and shook it. They didn't say anything for a long moment, before Freddy stood up, picking up the weakened chair as he did. "I'll be seeing you tonight." Was all he offered before stepping out of the curtains, his mechanical footfalls getting quieter as he walked back to his spot on the stage.

Foxy leaned back against the wall, mind racing as he thought over what had just happened.

"Kneet u odd taw?" Golden Freddy asked from his corner. Foxy's head swiveled in its socket, so he was facing the near-bare head.

"What am I supposed to think?" He asked simply. "It's the only time Freddy's went out of his way to talk with me. With you, too. So what should I think?"

"Degunnahc ee ssa?"

"How am I supposed to know. He seemed to be truthful. But who knows, we can only show so much emotion, you know."

"... Hiiiim…" Golden Freddy suddenly mumbled, face contorted in concentration.

"Perhaps." The fox replied, tapping his chin in thought. "But even He wouldn't send Freddy to do his dirty work. He'd come here himself- or send Chica, or even Bonnie, but not Freddy." He falls silent, tapping his chin in silent thought with his hook, which gleamed in the darkness. What to do, what to do…

…

Friday, May 15 1987. 7:21:33 pm

"It's too late!" Foxy booted up slowly, with a groan. Someone was yelling in the other room.

"We can always just paint it white…" The mechanic mumbled, but Foxy's powerful ears caught the sound easily.

"So much has been put into him! We can't just throw him in Parts and Services with the rest!" The owner shrieked.

"Look, it's either Foxy or Balloon Boy, the guys in Finances says we can't afford to keep seven animatronics powered." The mechanic explained.

"But we can't scrap either! Balloon Boy is in full working order, he's got a place set up for him."

"Then scrap Foxy."

"We can't scrap him either! He's been in the advertisements! We've already said that an old animatronic was going to be around, and Foxy is the only one we didn't make a Toy version for!"

"We could always use that yellow…" The mechanic started.

"That crazy bitch would sue us if we use either of her animatronics, remember? We can't use any of Fredbear's." The owner sounded somewhat… frightened of the woman that he was referring to. "Besides, it doesn't solve the problem. Foxy still has to be in it somewhere, or it wouldn't be Pirate's Cove."

"Who says it has to be Pirate's Cove?" There was a long silence, before the owner spoke up again.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we were beta testing the animatronics, and most of the kids like the band- but the younger children are upset by the loud noises and the fact that they'll get off stage. We did some calculations, and if we put the younger kids in the Cove, Mangle will keep them entertained. Mothers with younger children will want to come to the pizzeria more, and they could bring older kids with them. Unsupervised kids can also make purchases without the parents' knowing, and that's a little extra money that the parents have to pay."

The manager must have been nodding, because the mechanic seemed to be more and more sure of himself with each minute. "That sounds good… but we still have the problem with Foxy."

"Foxy was a little much anyway. I was thinking- and keep an open mind- what if we put one of the small endoskeletons into a stuffed animal version of Foxy? The one in the cupcake… I know there's a spare for that one in the back. And it's already set up with a facial recognition system and everything. You already have everything needed to do it, it won't cost you anything, and he can run on batteries."

"I guess that does work… now, how much do you think it will cost to repaint the figure on the carousel?" By this point, though, the two had walked off, out of earshot of the pirate. His ears fell flat against his head and he felt something in his circuits. Fear.

…

He was running, down the hall, past the wandering Toys, past the Prize Corner, past Balloon Boy, and burst into the near-complete Cove. Vixen was startled awake, giving a loud shout as she exited sleep-mode, and rolled off the stage as she attempted to stand up.

"Foxy! Geeze, don't scare me like-"

"They're replacing me!" He shouted, tail twitching behind him. Vixen didn't seem to process this information at first.

"They're… Who?"

"Me! I-I'm being replaced." The animatronic stuttered slightly and glanced behind him, as if the mechanic was there to permanently deactivate him right that moment.

"Foxy, they put so much time into our performances, they can't just cut that." Vixen replied, frowning. "They've brainstormed, and coded, and tested. There's no way they'll be able to make a new performance by the time we open."

"They can use the same performances… Just without me." He was shaking slightly, mind racing as he calculated possibilities, trying to think of a way out of it. There was none. He was going to end up in the back. With the others. Abandoned.

"I'm sorry Foxy… I wish there was something we could-" She was cut off as there was a loud crash from outside the pizzeria, being able to hear it even this far in. "What was that?" The white fox leapt to her polished feet and opened the door slightly to see outside. Foxy could just make out a shadow float past Prize Corner and out the doors.

"Shiver me timbers!" Foxy shouted in surprise as whatever the figure was had floated outside. "What kinda corsair do that be? He be floatin' like a ship at sea!"

"Oh… that must have been Marionette… his programming is a little weird, we generally just ignore him." Was all Vixen had to say about him.

"But he be leavin' the restaurant." Foxy growled in frustration. "It be against the rules! Freddy'll be-" He stopped himself. As far as he knew, the others were gone. He slumped against the wall, making a noise similar to a kicked dog.

"... It's fine, Foxy. I'm sure you'll like the new Freddy. He's programmed similarly." Vixen gently pat his shoulder. "And don't worry about Marionette, he's just weird." Foxy didn't reply. Maybe he would have, but there was a loud crashing noise as the front door was thrown outward, striking the wall, threatening to tear from its hinges and shatter the glass. Both animatronics peeked out from the Cove and watched as Marionette dragged a gray-haired body inside, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Foxy's eyes widened as he recognized the liquid.

"Blow me down! The red stuff!" He whispered vehemently to Vixen. "That be definitely against the rules." Foxy learned that the hard way, when he one day springed from his curtains in Pirate's Cove to find an entire party asleep on the floor, dripping red. Foxy had tried to wake them up, but only succeeded in wetting his suit. When a parent came in and saw the mess… it was the last time he was awake in the original Freddy Fazbear's. "That sprog is gonna get us all scrapped!"

"It's okay." Marionette was whispering, purple liquid dripping down his cheeks, into his open mouthed grin. His voice was hoarse, as he pulled the woman up to the show stage, where the half- built Toy Chica stood, staring blankly out at the room, her beak-less mouth turned up into a wide smile. "Y-Y-You're just s-sleeping." He took off the head of the bird and, with some effort, managed to float above the animatronic with the body in tow. "It's o-okay mommy." He sobbed. "Y-You'll wake up s-soon." And with that, he dropped the body into the hollow that was made when the head was gone. She slumped half way in before her body was stopped by the intricate insides that the animatronic had.

Marionette paused, sobbing, grief clouding his judgement and making it difficult to think. He floated up and pushed at the body, which made a loud squelching noise that was all too audible from where the two animatronics were standing. Blood pooled at the animatronics feet, dripping from any exposed crevice below the waist of the bird. The woman suddenly stopped, the body's bones holding firm against the crossbeams and animatronic devices that was in the exoskeleton. Marionette paused again, sniffling as he tried to think. He pushed harder, and both bone and metal threatened to give. There was a sharp crack, as if a tree limb was breaking, and the woman was pushed all the way in. Blood poured from the cracks, torrents of red, as the half-completed endoskeleton squeezed blood from her body. Once in place, he picked up the head of the chicken and, looking away, pushed it down slowly on the head, flinching at every noise that was made, as blood sprayed at his white face. There was a wet cracking noise, like someone had broken a giant egg, and a viscous material similar in consistency and color as mucus poured out of the sides of the neck, tinged red with blood.

The animatronics could only stare at the horrifying sight, as the doll sobbed at the feet of the dead mother. Nobody moved for a long moment- Foxy was about to go out and either comfort the strange animatronic, or beat him over the head for his senselessness, when Toy Chica booted up loudly. Three pairs of eyes moved up to see the animatronics eyes slowly flicker to life. Her head twitched slightly, and she made a sound similar to gargling salt water. Her eyes seemed to shrink down, to white pupils in a sea of black, and she leaned over, making a retching noise. The smile was still there, though, on its blood stained lips. It couldn't be changed.

"Wh… What's-?" The animatronic began, but was interrupted as she wretched again, a black bile, bits of teeth, and an eyeball splattered on the ground, the grape-shaped organ rolled on the ground, soon covered in blood. The animatronic stared at it a long moment before slowly standing erect and holding up her arms for her to see. She turned her bloody hands in front of her face, searching the yellow "skin" for the answers that she was seeking. Everyone jumped as the cupcake and the plate it was on clattered to the floor. She slowly glanced around, scanning the room.

"M… Momma?" She froze up, joints clicking as they locked into place. Her head swiveled on its socket, producing a loud snapping from the bones, and another small torrent of blood to soak her. She looked Marionette right in his sockets, and they stared at each other for a long moment. Toy Chica shrieked in surprise, a loud, piercing, inhuman scream. "Momma…"

Toy Chica stared a long moment before making a choking noise and pulling the rag doll-like animatronic into a tight embrace.

"It's me…"

…

"Hello hello!" The man in the room told the phone, in a loud enough tone for his statements to be audible throughout the small pizzeria. "H-Hey, you're doing great! Most people don't last this long!" From the fox's position, he could see the night guard blink twice, face contort into a small grimace and rephrase his statement. "I-I mean, ya know, the-they usually move on to other things by now… I'm not implying that they died…" He hesitated, face screwing up as if he was in pain. "I'm… I'm not implying that they died. Th-Th-Tha-That's not what I… meant." He leaned back, seeming to think at what he was saying. He gave a short, tired sigh, and for a moment the animatronic felt pity for the man, getting on in his years, stuck in the job for three more nights before his pension kicked in.

There was a loud thump as Bonnie dropped down from his place on stage, leaving his guitar at what was usually his place on stage. As the bunny passed Foxy, he paused a moment to stare right at him. Neither said anything for the entirety of the staring contest, before Bonnie walked off towards the office again. He was tempted to shout something obscene at the retreating figure, but held back- Freddy's attempt at burying the hatchet meant he'd try just as hard to get along with his "roommates."

The door shut without any fanfare, and the muffled sound of the guard continuing to record his message was just barely audible.

"Oot pu teg doohs ai eebaym." Golden suddenly spoke from behind him. Foxy blinked twice and pulled back inside to look at him.

"What are you talking about?" He was frowning, half way between confusion and anger. "You can't go out there."

"Eem ni tffel ssooj lttil a tog vai." The rotting head grumbled angrily.

"You can't go out there." Foxy whispered angrily as Bonnie was heard walking back to the party room. Bonnie peaked his head between the curtains, curious.

"Who can't go out there?" The purple animatronic asked.

"What are you doing here? Get out, get out get out get out!" Foxy tried pushing the bunny out, but he held firm.

"Oh, I see." Was all he had to say, looking at the rotting head of the original mascot. "You know, I think He has something that can fix him right-"

"He hates him." Was all he had to say. Bonnie stopped and frowned sadly.

"Well… at one time he did, but he's learned the error of his ways." Bonnie shuffled nervously- the subject was hard on him. "I know he can help Golden. Please… give him a chance."

Foxy sighed. On the one hand, he didn't want to look at that thing's stupid white face again. On the other hook, he may be able to help Golden. And that was more important. He weighed both options for a long moment before slipping his hook through one eye hole and out of the other, and lifting the rotting head from the ground.

"Make it quick." The two left the cove, Foxy not bothering to close the curtains as he left. Bonnie lead him past the front door, past the show stage, and into the hallway beyond…