A/N - If anyone wants the Character profiles for any of the characters just pm me and i'll send you them through DocX! I have plenty of them, in both English and Italian, but more need done, so I'll work on more as more characters are introduced in.

Until next time, FF

*Foxy POV*

I left my car in the parking lot, dumping it like a used pair of cheap shades. Crouching, I slowly made my way inside the building and down to the vault. I lowered the bomb onto the ground, dropping it with a loud clank and set the fuse to about 1½ minutes. As Freddy had instructed, the approach I took was the stealthiest possible. The security cameras, slowly, one by one, had the live feed going into the monitor replaced with footage of the guard patrol from last week. I had a strange feeling that someone was going to come near me and shoot, but only when I heard footsteps did I take cover. I had no idea who the steps belonged to, but I had no intention to find out by staring down the barrel of their gun.

"Pssst! Foxy! You down here?" It sounded like Freddy whispering to me, but on a job like this, I couldn't just trust my natural instincts. That, and Freddy NEVER says 'you' when talking to me. I stayed silent, attempting to stay hidden from whoever was calling me.

"If it's you, flash our safe code." The safe code was a simple security measure Freddie implemented into the family to prove the identity of a person impersonating a Fazbear. It was executed using a flashlight, or some kind of light source, and was this : Light on for 3 seconds, off for 2. Then on again for 8 seconds, then off and immediately on again for a final of 19.8 seconds. The recommended flashlight for this specific code was a dyno flash, but a commonly used object, used Don Fazbear himself, was an Aurora Lighter/Flashlight combo, eliminating the need for an independent lighter. By the time I had finished imputing the code, I realized that it could have been a cop in disguise, but it was too late to think about that. Of course, when the code was flashed at you, it was customary to perform it back. And if you weren't a real member of the family, you wouldn't have the perfect timing required to pull it off correctly.

Click.

Click
..

Click
….….

Click Click

…..….….….

20 Seconds. Obviously, this guy was utter shit, so, I leaped up, without hesitation, and threw myself onto the ceiling, crawling along it like a baby, my hook carving holes in the fragile plasterboard, all the while positioning myself securely above the imposter. Knowing this guy was a fraud, I forced my hook out of the ceiling and lowered it into the man's head, killing him almost instantly, and silently, allowing SWAT to be unknowledgeable as to my location. I dropped off of the ceiling, dumping the corpse, ripping my hook through the flesh and brain, running away from the bomb, which, now only had about 5 seconds left, turning left at the first hallway, Deagle in hand, prepared to shoot anybody who got in my way.

*End of POV*

"Hey Freddy, you did call Foxy, right?" Fred yelled to Freddy from behind cover, trying to be heard over the gunshots and taunts from the intense gunfight with SWAT as a result of offing the commander.

"Yeah! You told me to, and honestly, you are the one person I don't want to fuck with."

Yeah, damn right you don't. So, where the he-"

Boom. The bomb detonated as expected, bringing the brick walls of the corridors down, as well as blowing a hole right through the perfectly circular door of the vault, blackening the area around the detonation, denting the floor. Right at this exact moment, Foxy ran up the stairs, tackling any and all SWAT in his way, like an angry football player on steroids, simultaneously covering them in lighter fluid, ready to burn.

"I be right 'ere, Fred!" From covering SWAT in lighter fluid to being directly behind Fred and Freddy, Foxy was faster than anyone and everyone in the world. Knowing Foxy was behind him, Fred reminded him of the one simple rule he had to follow if he was ever needed on a stealth job.

-Flashback-

"And remember, no superspeed running. It's a distinctive trait in you, and so using it essentially alerts everyone around us whats happening." Fred was clearly being firm about this, and it was one of the only things that had been expected of him in an important job.

"Aye, dat be fine bro." Foxy said, stuffing his face with sweets as he carefully pressed buttons on his PlayStation controller, leaning in towards the television set. He was playing Mafia II, one of his favorite games, but both of the other Fazbears just thought it was, quite frankly, shit.

-Flashback-

"You do remember what I told you just 2 hours ago… right?" Freddie was agitated, knowing full well that Foxy had ignored him. His tone showed this, although it was more angry than threatening, despite it being the other way around for Freddy. Foxy remained silent, merely grunting in response.

"Ugh. You know, if you weren't my brother, and one of the best soldatos here, I'd probably shoot you right here." Fred joked, putting his guns away in his jacket pocket, and running down to the vault, and not stopping until he reached the corpse right next to the vault, more severed than it was before.

"What the hell? Did yo… You did this, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but-"

"What the fuck were you thinking!?"

"32820."

"Oh. Shit. Well then."

"Guys, we can't afford any more distractions or arguments. Foxy killed someone out side of the family, so what? We killed a FUCKING SWAT commander and we didn't throw a fucking party!" Fred was rushing his brothers to the vault, the argument continuing.

"Sei cazzo serio!? Che cosa vuoi dire che non ho il diritto di uccidere chi voglio?"

"Idiota."

"ENTRAMBI VOI, CHIUSO IL CULO CAZZO, O SPARO TUTTI E DUE, E PRENDERE TUTTI I VOSTRI SOLDI E BRUCIARE I VOSTRI CADAVERI CAZZO POI LI MANGIANO PER CENA PIÙ DI UNA SETTIMANA!" This shut both Foxy and Freddy up, mainly on the basis that neither of them wanted to be eaten by the most powerful man in the country.

"Hmm. Impressionante. Sapette come zitto. Now come on, we need to get the money."Fred calmed down almost immediately, but realized just what he said that left both of his brothers cowering in fear, running away when eye contact was made.

"Dannazione! Senti, non volevo dire questo. Sai che non farebbe di tutto per farti del male!" Utter silence came out of this, nobody saying anything at all.

"You do know that, right?"

"Hmm. Good point. The hell would you do without us?" Freddy agreed with his brother. Foxy, on the other hand, didn't believe any of it.

"Let's just get the money and go. O è Fred andando a mangiare me per la cena, mentre lo faccio troppo?" Fred stayed silent, and ran into the vault, grabbing money and shoving it in the bags, emptying the vault in just under 2 minutes, a new speed record for anyone.

"I've had enough of this. Let's go." Fred was angered, clearly. Of course, he would actually kill Foxy, as he joked earlier, but he needed him for his super-senses, and well, he were brothers. This always happens between Fred and Foxy, it always has. Fred and Freddy, however, agreed on everything. No-one ever really got on too well with Foxy, not his brothers, not his parents, not even his tutors or employers. In fact, the only people that really worked well with Foxy were his cousin, Bonnie H Hupper, and his part time employer, Jerry, even though he often avoided Foxy out of fear.

"Righto bro!" Freddy was overly enthusiastic about leaving, and splitting the dough.

"Err… Fre-"

"Shut your face, prick." Fred wanted nothing to do with the younger of his two brothers, treating him like shit, even though he was only 16. Foxy was trying to warn Fred about cops incoming, but since Freddie was being such a shit faced cocksucker, instead decided to stay silent, and maybe leave the city, perhaps even the state until the crap blew over.

*Freddy POV*

I HATED to see Fred treating Foxy like that, but, as a member of the mafia lower than him, there wasn't much I could do.

"Fred, please, hear him out. For me." I could reason with him, but that was all. The rest depended entirely on Fred's mood and relationship with whoever.

"Look mate, I know you want me to be more reasonable with my family, but Foxy has CROSSED THE FUCKING LINE, and, quite frankly, I can't fucking deal with it. But, just for you, I'll create a singular exception for today and today only. Right Fo-" Fred made that single exception based purely on the fact that I wanted him to. Of course, Foxy had already gone home. Not that either of us knew.

*Timeskip – 3 hours later*

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? YOU AREN'T AT THE HOUSE, YOU'RE NOT AT THE COMPOUND..." Fred yelled into the telephone box, me standing right outside, Fred's voice booming outward, almost shattering the glass. The phone boxes, when first put in, where allegedly "so soundproof, the loudest man in the world can't be heard from the outside." Ha. Soundproof my ass.

*End POV*

"I took a break. Why the fuck are you even talking to me!? Don't call this fucking number ever again, or I turn."

"Turn? The hell you on about now?"

"Rat." Fred was vulnerable to this threat the most, the idea of being caught once again wouldn't be friendly for his ammo stash, his foot, or a cop's life.

"… Well when do ya come back? At least give me some closure on this bullshit! Please!"

"Depends. Couple years. Maybe I never will. I don't know. Perhaps I'll move here. It's really nice. Depends if I ever forgive you. Arrivederci, mio fratello." On this, a loud, sharp 'BZZZZZZZZZZ' erupted from the handset of the telephone. Gone. Just like that. Fred didn't know if he would ever see his brother again, or if he would ever be forgiven, but didn't want to dwell on that in case cried in public. He gave a slight whimper, and slowly made his way outside of the box, allowing the overcoat of his suit to trail on the ground slightly, something he was always fussy about. Grabbing the smooth, shiny chrome handle of his personally customized 1982 Checker Marathon limo, Fred entered the vehicle, waiting for Freddy to enter before muttering two simple sentences.

"He's gone, I don't know where. He might not come back ever again, so just take me home." Fred blamed himself entirely for Foxy leaving, but suspected where he might have gone. He tossed he keys to his brother in a depressing manner, Freddy barely catching them. The car rumbled and grumbled as the engine shook about in the hood, bringing the car to life. The limo slowly pulled out into the cramped road, and slowly inched forward as the congestion began to ease and the roads got bendier. Freddy put his brothers favorite CD into the entertainment system, however failing to cheer up the Fazbear don.

"Do you mind? Look bro, I know that you're trying to make me feel better, and I really appreciate that, but can you just put it off? Sonic remixes just aren't doing it." Sonic remixes were Freddie's absolute favorite, and were pretty much guaranteed to cheer him up. But not this time. Oh no. No where near it. All he wanted was this to end. For Foxy to come back. But he fucked up, and he had to live with the consequences. The car journey to the Fazbear compound was silent, lonely and depressing, Fred not saying a word as he stepped out of the car.