Hey everyone! I'm back bringing a new story. which is kind of a rewrite of "Alone Forever?" which I made back in 2015-2016. This story will be a long term project, and I hope you guys enjoy!

Wednesday, the 9th. 9:30 P.M. 1988.

Foxy's POV

I open my eye as my eye lid creeks. I'm standing behind a dark and dirty purple curtain on a small half circle wooden stage. I rotate myself to face the wall, and my body audibly screeches at the movement. My joints haven't been serviced in months, and it gets harder to move every single day. The wall behind my stage is painted like the ocean, with a big pirate ship on the water. the paint is chipped with dirt covering most of the wall.. I stand, remembering who I once was.

I remember being in the spotlight every single night. Kids would line the bottom of my stage, sitting excitedly for my performance. When the curtains opened, I could feel the excitement in the room explode into joy. I remember the time I brought a young girl on stage to help in my act. I remember something washing over me, and I couldn't help myself. It felt like a wave of adrenaline mixed with some dark force overwhelming me. I opened my jaw as wide as I could and bit down. Blood, brain matter, screams, and the sound of people running for their lives was all that echoed in my head. I remember glancing up, and seeing all my fellow co-workers shocked and stunned by my act.

I have been hidden behind this curtain for over a year now, left to rot. My co-workers don't even come to my Pirates Cove anymore. I can't blame them, I wouldn't want to be by a monster either. Pirates Cove is deafening with solitude. No contact with anyone for a year has been hell, and being on the stage where my crime was committed every single day is mentally exhausting. Constantly being reminded of my mistake, and no where to go to escape the feelings. I've accepted what I've done, but there will always be guilt in my heart.

I'm tired of this horrible asylum of mine. This prison is becoming too much for me to bear. I reach up for the purple curtain, but something stops me. No one has forgotten, or even forgiven me. Does that matter? Shouldn't I try to redeem myself? What is stopping me right now from becoming someone new? My battle my thoughts as my hand creeks back down to my side. I weigh my options, like I do everyday. Today I need to do SOMETHING. I can't keep living like this, and I won't keep living in this prison cell.

As I battle my thoughts, I hear the front door squeak open. By the sounds of it, the entire place could use a good night of servicing. It must've been the security guard coming in for their shift, since about this time every night I've noticed this person showing up. I've never seen them since I've been behind this curtain. Maybe introducing myself would be a good enough reason to peel back the curtain. I consider this as my arm raises up again to pull the curtain back. I decide to peep through first, as to not draw attention to myself. I look up towards the main show stage and see my three co-workers talking amongst themselves. I haven't seen them in so long I almost forgot how they looked. Farthest to the left , closest to me was Bonnie. Bonnie still had a deep lush blue coat of fur with his tall bunny ears sticking up, and his signature red guitar in his hands. Bonnie was facing Freddy located in the middle of the group. Freddy is the oldest of them, and sported a normal paint job instead of fur. Brown and bold paint filled his metal body, with a brighter brown for his stomach, and a mini top hat on his head. Freddy held his microphone in his right hand which was by his side. Freddy was the lead singer of the three, and even with his age he still sounds amazing. On the end say Chica, with bright yellow feathers instead of fur. I looked at her for a bit longer than the others, and I was amazed by her beauty. Gorgeous feathers all over, looking as soft as a pillow. Chica had a bib with "Let's Eat!" across it, and she held her small cupcake on a plate up infront of her with her right hand. Chica seems to have also gotten an upgrade with her parts, making her slimmer and more feminine. Now it makes sense why I felt my heart skip for a second when looking at her.

I realized just by seeing my co-workers that I needed to get out of this Cove. I've missed out on so much because of my fear of being judged by everyone, and I won't let it continue to hold me back. I take a deep breath, and pull open the curtain on the left side of me, exposing me to my co-workers on stage. My eyes stare blankly at them, and they stared back. My curtain had made a slight speaking noise when pulled back, so it drew there attention immediately. I could feel my heart racing with each one of them staring me down. I mustered up all my courage to speak.

"Hello friends"

All of them stared at me in silence. I could feel the air pressing down on me as their judgemental eyes laid on my dirty, unserviced body.

"Foxy? I-I-I can't believe you finally opened your curtain!" Chica exclaimed.

"Well, I think I did my time of solitude"

"We never thought we would see you again" Bonnie added.

"I sure hope this isn't a disappointment then"

"Save your breath, because honestly you should've been dismantled after everything you did" Freddy states.

"Yeah, maybe" I reply. It only took a moment for the room to return to silence. Bonnie made the first move, bumbling down the stage and right up to my face. Bonnie inspected me, and looked quite unhappy with the condition I am in.

"We should clean you up. I can tell you haven't been looked at in over a year" Bonnie laughs. I smirk, and nod to him. Down the hall located to the right of my Cove was a room for servicing us, so I followed Bonnie down into the room. First, we located a box labeled Spare Foxy Parts, and began to replace what we could with what we had. Bonnie had made sure to go behind me and open my service panel behind my head to flip my switch that made us feel. All at once I felt myself go numb as Bonnie replaced my entire outer shell with bright, clean new parts. Bonnie helped with my joints and got me back to working order, except my hook on the left hand. With no replacement, I would have to keep the slightly rusted and stained blood red hook on me. I accepted this as a reminder of who I was though, and that I will never be that again.

"Thank you Bonnie. This means a lot to me" I mutter.

"No problem man. You've been through a lot so I'll be here to help" Bonnie answers. After giving me a fresh pair of shorts Bonnie goes and flips my switch back on. I feel myself spring to life, feeling better than ever. I nod at Bonnie in appreciation as we begin to leave the room. I turn back before leaving, and bid my former shell goodbye. I'm no longer who I once was.

Well there you have it! I hope this has you excited for more, which will definitely be on the way. Leave any feedback you can for me, and let me know how you are feeling about this new take on Alone Forever?. Until next time everyone, Seeya!