***Fair warning: Alison gets a tad bit intense when she's talking at one point, so be warned. Anyways, FNAF goes to Scott Cawthon, Alison goes to me, and let's begin!

Chapter Four: Foxy...

I would've rather done literally anything else. But, I needed the money for rent. So, I forced myself to go back to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I sat down at 11:59 PM. Admittedly, I was terrified.

So I nearly jumped out of my chair when a voice said, "Hey."

Luckily, it was Bonnie. He was already in human form. "Hey," I said. Bonnie came over to me. He suddenly held me up by an iron grip around my stomach, his arms keeping me immobile. "What are you doing?" I asked, wary. "Okay, guys, come on in!" Bonnie yelled. His grip on me tightened even more so.

Chica came in first, also human. "Don't panic," she said calmly. Then, Freddy-also human already-came in. He was pulling someone along behind him.

The new person was quite a bit shorter than Freddy albeit taller than me and Chica. He was a ghostly pale with extremely messy burgundy hair. He wore a red t-shirt, brown cargo shorts, and brown sandals. His right eye was green. His left eye was covered by an eyepatch. "F...Foxy," I said, utterly terrified. "Alison..." Foxy said, clearly upset and guilty about something.

"Bonnie, let me go!" I demanded, struggling to escape his grasp. "Not until yo calm down and tell us why you're so scared of him!" Bonnie yelled to combat my volume. I stopped struggling and sighed. I knew that this was bound to happen eventually. "Put me down and I'll explain," I said solemnly. Bonnie released, yet was still keeping his guard up. "You wondered why I wear the hoodie and gloves every night. Now, you'll know why," I said. I threw my gloves and hoodie onto the floor. My right arm was natural.

My left arm was robotic.

Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy all stared intensely. "This happened because of him," I said, pointing directly at Foxy. He looked away, shame all over his face. I looked at the others.

"I was six years old. I strayed off to Pirate's Cove. No one else was there. I opened the curtains. It was dark inside. But I could still see the animatronic fox jumping right at me. I screamed and moved just enough to where he didn't make contact with my head. No, he only got my arm. He bit it multiple times. By the time one of the employees deactivated him, about half of my arm was chomped off. The other half was mangled beyond recognition. Ambulances were at the scene in no time. I passed out from blood loss and pain shortly after. When I woke up, I was in the hospital with my left arm completely gone. For the next six months, life was terrible. I had been taken out of school for mental and physical therapy. I was starved into an anorexic state because I couldn't even eat. I had nightmares all night, every night that left me in tears. I lost weight. I lost sleep. I lost sanity! I wanted to just die! When I got back to school, I was so far behind that I had to be held back. I was constantly teased over my prosthetic arm. Twenty years later, I'll still have an occasional nightmare. But you sleep well at night, still knowing that you put a six-year-old through hell, Foxy," I explained. I turned back to Foxy. "You broke me," was all I said. Then, I sat back at my desk, my back to everyone else. Things were dead silent for what felt like an eternity.

"You haven't heard my side of things."

I turned around in my chair. "What's there to hear?" I asked sharply. "More than I care to say in front of my siblings. Come with me. The others don't need to hear this," Foxy said. I was hesitant at first. Did I have any reason not to be?

Eventually, I did stand up. "I'll go. But if you try to hurt me, I'm running. And I will never trust another word you say again," I said. "I just want to talk to you. Let's go. Pirate's Cove," Foxy said. We went on a silent trek to Pirate's Cover. "Here we are. Make yourself at home," Foxy said sarcastically.

He turned on the light to reveal the room behind the curtain. It was entirely empty, except for one thing pressed against the back wall. A bookshelf, jam-packed with books. There was a single file folder on top, as well as two spare eye patches. "Alright. Tell me why you attacked me," I said.

"Okay. It's your fourth night here. I'm certain the others have mentioned Goldie. He's strict on the others. But he hates me. After Freddy killed the last night guard whose name I can't recall right now-I think it started with an M-Goldie approached me. He said that I left everything up to the others. That I was lazy. I don't run after night guards as frantically as the others. He attacked me...ruined my eye, too. When I was back in animatronic mode, he tampered with my mainframe. I hated the world the next day. When someone came in, I...blinded went and jumped. That person was you. I've been so, so guilty ever since then. I picked any reports about you and what I'd done out of the trash. Alison Medina Foster...I'm so, so sorry. Can you forgive me?" Foxy asked.

I looked into his remaining eye. There was so much guilt and sorrow. He was telling me the genuine truth. And he wanted forgiveness more than anything in the world. I nodded. "I forgive you. Yes," I decided. Foxy picked me up in a swift hug.

"I'm so happy, I could kiss you right now!" he exclaimed.

We both froze in the awkward silence that followed.

Foxy suddenly dropped me. "Welp, I'm tired, bye!" he exclaimed. He pushed me out of Pirate's Cover and ran back in, flipping the light switch down. I walked back towards my office. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were all waiting there. "How did that go over?" Freddy asked. "Better than last time, you have both of your arms still," Bonnie joked. Chica punched him in the stomach for that.

I sat down in a daze. "I could too," I mumbled.

***That would be that for a chapter four. Leave a review on the way out and I'll see you in the next one! Bye!