Hey guys, got some good ideas to work off of, so I made another chapter today, enjoy it! Also, if you have questions for me or the characters, please leave them in a review, or message me them, I plan on making them appear in a later chapter. You can make them anonymous, or you can have me mention you, it's completely your choice.

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*THE NEXT MORNING*

Jacks woke up to grunting noises by the side of his bed, he groaned, and turned over to see his brother doing push-ups beside him parallel to the bed. Jacks continued to lie on his bed, underneath the covers. Foxy took notice to Jacks before he had even gotten out of bed, or said anything.

"Mornin' sunshine!" Foxy said, continuing the grunting and huffing in between push-ups.

Jacks rubbed his eyes and got out of bed without a word, he stretched from not moving for hours, and scratched the side of his head.

"Nine hundred-ninety-nine, one thousand!" Foxy said triumphantly as he stood on one of his hands and began pushing himself up again.

Jacks was so groggy that he could barely comprehend his surroundings. He rubbed his eyes, and his voice sounded scratchy.

"When….Leaving….?" Was all Jacks could put together as he continued to rub his eyes, high from sleep deprivation.

Foxy understood what he was saying.

"Whenever Spring talks Vix into going." Foxy said, rolling his eyes, but still continuing his workout.

Jacks patted his sides, and checked the nightstand to find nothing, he instantly snapped out of his state of unsteadiness.

"The dagger, where is it?" Jacks asked harshly, keeping his hands on his sides.

Foxy held up his free hand in defense.

"Woah bro, calm down, Grey came around and asked if he could borrow it for studies, I gave it to him." Foxy sighed, putting his hand down.

Jacks breathed a sigh of relief, and brought a hand to his chest. A knock at their door frightened the brothers, Foxy fell over onto his back. The voice sounded like Freddy.

"Hey guys, we're gonna leave soon, you should probably suit up." Freddy's deep voice came muffled through the door.

The boys looked at each other, smirked, and dashed out the door down toward the equipment room. They ran past Chica, almost causing her to spill her armful of bullets. Foxy was beating Jacks, that is until he tripped over his own two feet, allowing Jacks to vault over his shoulders. Jacks knee slid through the door to the equipment room to get a mouthful of some weird substance. It tasted like some kind of paper, but had the consistency of fleshy cotton. Jacks placed his hands on whatever it was attached to, it was soft, and squishy.

*SMASH!*

Jacks felt a force collide directly with his ribcage with the strength of nothing less than a truck. He then felt himself smash into the wall, leaving a Jacks shaped indentation. The brutalized boy looked up to see Francis walking toward him with his set of gear, grapple and all. She threw the gear pieces on the floor, and bent over with a hand on one thigh, facing Jacks, and she blew a kiss. Jacks spit out some of the cotton substance he took with him in the flight backward before looking down the hall at Francis.

She was missing a lot of the fluff on her tail…

After Jacks pried himself out of the crater, he was laughed at by Foxy. He walked into the equipment room to put on his gear, and felt like an absolute badass as he slipped on his robe over his hardplate. The boy then traded places with Foxy, and he decided to wash his face in the mirror, as well as give himself a pep talk. He walked to the door and knocked this time, not wanting another face full of Francis' foot. Not getting a response from the knock signified that all was clear, and Jacks walked into the small room. He turned on the light, and looked at himself in the mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary, the same dark brown head fur, the same bright purple eyes, the same lack of fur anywhere else. He sighed, and turned on the water. When he brought the water to his face, he wanted to let it go and look into the mirror to find a bright red fox, just as handsome and awesome as Foxy, standing in his place. Jacks held on to this thought as he let the water drain from his hands, he held his eyes shut. He slowly opened them to reveal nothing at first, but as his eyes opened more, he saw the figure. It was not his own figure, but the figure of the grotesque, patchwork-stitched fox that Jacks saw in his dreams. The boy flinched from instinct, and the second he did, the monster rushed from the mirror and plunged it's hand into Jacks' chest.

"Jacks? Hey Jackson! We gotta load up buddy!" Foxy's voice came from the other side of the door.

Jacks closed his eyes, and reopened them, when he did, the fox figure was completely gone, and replaced with Jacks. Jacks shook his head, turned off the water, and headed out the door. Foxy was nowhere to be found, so he continued the jog to the station where the plane was. The closer he got to the station, the louder and louder the roaring of the engines got. Jacks ran through the giant gap of a door way to see the plane right down In the center of the hangar. He broke into a sprint toward the plane, and was greeted by Francis in her full suite of armor, helmet and all. She handed Jacks a microphone to talk through so they could hear over the roaring engines.

"Jacks! I made this for you, I hope it can keep you safe!" Francis shouted, even with the microphone headset on.

She handed Jacks a helmet, a weird shaped helmet. It had no latches or visors, just a hole in the bottom to put your head in, small holes to talk and breathe through, and a couple of eye slits to see out of. There was also a cross formed in a gold color across the eyes and down the center of the face.

Jacks instantly put it on, Francis smiled deeply underneath her helmet, and began to walk up the steps into the plane. She snapped, and turned around back to Jacks.

"Oh yeah, and if you wanted to shove your face into my ass that badly, you coulda just asked." Francis said playfully, and hopped on the plane.

Jacks' face was a deep red under his new helmet.