{ Foxy }

Gold explained that Bonnie had a tape recorder and that they should all listen to her and Jenny's conversation. Foxy couldn't help but feel like he was eavesdropping, but he listened anyway, curious. He already was a bit wary around Jenny since she was the one that made Bonnie break up with him, and didn't even help straighten things out.

Their converstion wasn't all that weird, until Bonnie asked where they were. Foxy started to get worried. What was Jenny doing to his BonBon?

As Jenny slowly revealed herself, the room went completely silent. Nobody could belive what they were hearing. She was Bonnie's arch nemesis from middle school. Jenny sure can hold a grudge. They argued back and forth for a while, Jenny slowly sounding more and more insane.

Jenny was really evil. Soon a fight broke out, and it sounded like Bonnie was losing. Badly. The had to help her.

"Where is she?" Chica asked, hysteria in her voice.

"We have to go find her!" Foxy said, his heart hammering in his chest.

"You won't get away with this, Jenny," Bonnie's voice said from the tape.

"Dear Bonnie... I already have."

There were some grunts and the sounds of kicking, and the tape suddenly cut. Gold smacked the phone, then turned on the others with fear in his eyes. "They broke the tape recorder," he said.

Everyone went crazy. Foxy started having an anxiety attack, breathing heavily, moaning, trembling, yanking at his hair. His breathing hitched and tears fell from his eyes. Chica talked to him calmly and he finally settled down. "Let's go get her," Chica said quietly to Foxy. "Everything will be alright."

Freddy grabbed his car keys. They couln't all fit in the truck since there were only four seats. Freddy drove, Chica rode shotgun, and Foxy and Gold rode in the back. Mari and Mike stayed back. Mike refused to talk and his face was contorted in a grimace of sadness and pain. He lay on the couch and stared at the ceiling.

Freddy sped down the road. "Where are they?"

"Somewhere that has an abandoned church?"

They drove around for about thirty minutes. Foxy was silently dying inside, knowing that his love was out there being harmed by some evil nemesis of hers from when they were children. Panic started to surface and pressure was slowly being applied onto his chest. He fought to not have another anxiety attack. It wouldn't help anything if he did. He went back to thinking about Jenny.

Suddenly it all came back to him.

He remembered a girl named Jennifer being mean to her in elementary. He remembered her coming to him crying. He would comfort her and yell at Jennifer. How had they not noticed that it was her?

"There!" Gold yelled, startling Foxy out of his momories. There was a rock road leading back into the forest.

Freddy sped down the road. Soon the trees thinned and opened into a clearing. In the middle was a huge abandoned church. When they pulled up, their headlights landed on a figure laying in front of the church.

Bonnie.

Foxy was the first out of the car, sprinting over her. His heart felt like it was going to explode and tears started falling out of his eyes like floodgates had been opened.

Freddy was at Bonnie's other side. Her nose was bloody and swolen, dirt all over her clothes. Blood pooled around her mouth an dripped into a small puddle by her head.

Foxy laid his head on her chest, sobbing. This was the second time. The second time someone had hurt his Bonnie, and he couldn't get there.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He mentally cursed himself and smacked himself in the forehead. "This is all my fault. I'm the worst boyfriend ever." He stroked Bonnie's soft blue hair, which was covered in blood in some places.

Tears blurred his vision and everything seemed to go on around Foxy in fast forward. He let out a low moan that almost sounded like a coyote.

Luckily, Bonnie didn't need an ambulence. They helped her into the truck. It was a squeeze, but since she was so skinny they were able to fit her in.

As Freddy sped home, Foxy stroked Bonnie's face gently. She was awake, but she seemed disconnected from everything that was happening around her. She stared ahead of her at the road, not saying anything, her mouth open slightly.

"I'm sorry," Foxy kept murmuring over and over. She didn't seem to hear him, but he kept saying it regardless.

Bonnie was laid on the couch once they got her home. Chica cleaned up her face and talked to her about how she was so sorry for everything.

Foxy went into the girls' closet. He knew Bonnie still had it. He found it in minutes, a small box on one of the highest shelves. He brought it to the living room, where everyone was crowded around Bonnie asking her questions. One by one they all went silent as they saw him come in.

"Leave us alone, please," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. Everyone obliged without complaint, filing silently into the kitchen. Foxy sat down on the floor next to the couch. Bonnie turned her head and looked at him, waiting for him to say something.

"Bonnie," he started, trying to keep his voice from cracking. His pirate accent was gone in the seriousness of the moment. "I would never, ever cheat on you. I love you more than I love my favorite food. Jenny was the one that kissed me. I tried to push her off but as you saw, she's really strong."

Bonnie nodded, but said nothing. There was a ghost of a smile on her pale face. A strand of blue hair fell into her face, which Foxy pushed behind her ear tenderly. He silently opened the box and began pulling out the contents in it. Some cards, some valentines. Finally, he pulled out the pirate costume. It was small now, for it was the size of a seven year old.

When Bonnie saw the costume, she smiled and her eyes got watery. She weakly stretched her arms out and wrapped them around Foxy's neck. He moved closer to her and kissed her cheek.

"Billy died. You almost died. I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this," Foxy mumbled.

Bonnie said nothing, but nudged the side of his head with her own in affection.

They sat like that in silence for a few moments, when Bonnie finally broke it. "I love you."

"I love you too," Foxy replied. "And I promise, I'll always protect you from now on."

Bonnie let out a small chuckle, and turned her head. Her breathing evened out and Foxy knew she was asleep. Gently, Foxy put her arms down, quietly packed up the box, and left the room. After returning the box to its proper place, he went into Freddy and Gold's room, where he had been staying for the past couple days.

He flopped down on the air mattress and pulled the ring out from inside the pillow case. He turned the ring around in his fingers, then nodded his head, deciding. As soon as Mike and Mari left, he was going to propose to Bonnie. He would take her out to a fancy restaurant, her favorite one, and then they would have a moonlit walk in the park. Right before they went home, he would pull out the ring and propose.

It was going to be amazing, it was going to be romantic, it was going to be perfect.