A/N Hello again everyone. I hope everyone's ready for this new chapter, because it'll be a good one. This chapter is going to be a little different, though. It'll go off of what Gregory said to close the last chapter and give a brief summery of what has happened to Roxy in the month leading up to the main events of the story. I'm really excited for this one, and I hope you enjoy it! Here we go!

Just the month prior, Roxanne Wolf was having what was probably the worst night of her life. It all started with Freddy malfunctioning and ruining the show at the Pizzaplex. She absolutely hated when things didn't go right, and she didn't get the chance to woo her adoring fans like she always did. She tried to make herself feel better after this, but before long, she and the others were called to deal with that lost kid.

Her programming had told her that the kid needed to be taken to his parents, but something was aching in her head, telling her this kid was just another blemish on an already bad night. Why was he still here if anyone actually cared about him? He deserves a more fitting punishment for this. So she pursued him with vigor, ready to exact her retribution for this terrible night, but things were going to get a lot worse.

Before long, she caught him driving in Roxy Raceway, her racetrack, where she was queen. She had to stop this, and she jumped down to do so, but she didn't count on him jumping out of the go-cart and letting it crash into her. She was out for a few moments afterward, but when she came to, she was horrified to realize she couldn't see. And when she felt around her body and realized how damaged she was, there was no more discussion. She was going to tear that little brat apart!

But she never got the chance to. She searched around the whole complex, more than any of the others, probably. She went to places that she didn't even think she recognized, but before long, it started feeling hot. Too hot. When she smelled smoke, she knew she had to get out of there, so she ran, but it wasn't long before something big fell right on top of her. She fell to the ground and could not get up again due to the weight that was pinning her down, but she kept fighting. She had to. She was the best, and she couldn't be brought down by this. She kept struggling until she finally seized up and shut down.

When the wolf did regain consciousness, however, she didn't know where she was. The weight was off of her, but there was no more heat surrounding her. In fact, it felt rather cold. She rose to her knees grasping her head, once again reminded of how her beautiful hair was ruined by that kid. But that was pushed aside when she felt what was beneath her.

She picked up something from the mound of debris she was clearly on top of. She took a moment to examine it with her fingers before finally realizing…it was the arm of an animatronic.

'No,' she thought, 'No, no, no! It can't be!'

She pawed at the ground and grew more and more distressed as she found similar parts among the debris. She was in denial. There was no way they could have tossed her out like that. How could they move on without her? She grew angry and started throwing every part she could find.

"Hello!" she called out desperately, "Is anyone there?"

No answer.

She kept pawing at the ground, throwing every new part she came across. She would not accept this. There had to be a mistake! She kept calling out every time she threw something. Someone had to be around.

"Vanessa…Chica…Freddy…ANYONE!"

She tried to run and find a way out, but the debris seemed endless. She tripped over the piles of it, prompting her to throw more things. Among the last pile she ran into she found what felt to be an intact S.T.A.F.F. bot, but she could tell it wasn't functioning. She picked it up and slammed it into her knee, crushing the faulty robot. After tossing it out of her way, she fell to the ground again and began to cry.

"Please," she begged, knowing now no one could hear her, "someone help me."

Roxy knew there was no denying now. She'd been scrapped. Everything was over for her.

She thought about this as she wept, but was immediately jolted from her thoughts at the sound of debris being tossed about in the distance. She stood up and listened intently.

"Who's there?" she called out again.

The only response was the sound growing louder, and she could soon tell that whatever was making it was bigger than she thought, initially.

"What's going on?" she asked aloud. "What's coming this way?"

The noise got ever louder, and it was clear it was not going to stop until it reached her. She crouched down and braced herself for what seemed to be a coming impact…until she was dragged along the ground by the back of her neck. Whatever was dragging her seemed to be taking her away from the sound, but whatever was making the sound was still in pursuit of her. She was dragged along for a few moments until finally she was deposited on a metal floor and she heard the sound of a door shut. She was left in complete silence once again until she heard someone speak.

"You'll want to stay out of there," said a childlike yet authoritative voice. "There have not been many that made it out in one piece. You're lucky."

Roxy struggled to get up and took a defensive stance in the direction of the voice.

"Who are you?" she demanded. "Where am I? What's going on?"

"Calm yourself," the voice bit back. "I felt you would be a bit…confused after being dropped off here. I had wondered if you would be able to remember your trip here from the Pizzaplex. The fire did a lot of damage, so I wondered if you would be functional. But now that I see you are, I should be able to help. I will explain everything in time."

Roxy lowered the fists she raised. "Wait…the Pizzaplex was…burned down?"

"I'm afraid so…and now, you've been brought to a forgotten place, where the forgotten are still brought to this day. This is the starting place of the Fazbear franchise, Fredbear's Family Diner, but now, only scrapped animatronics, like you and myself, are all that can be found here."

When she heard the word 'scrapped,' Roxy dropped to her knees and broke down crying once again. She was supposed to be the best. How could this happen? They threw her out like she was nothing, after she did so much for them! There was only one person she could blame now.

"That little coward!" she sobbed. "He did this! He ruined everything! If I could've gotten my hands on him…"

"Ah, yes," the voice chimed in, "I believe Monty told me of your little…issue last night. A rather resourceful young man from his description. Gregory was his name, correct?"

"M-Monty's here? He told you about this?"

"I'll admit, he and I have become friends rather quickly, and if you are wise, you will benefit from my company as well…I apologize, I've forgotten to introduce myself. My name is…Circus Baby, but you may call me Baby."

The eyeless wolf was slightly taken aback by that. "From that old rental place? Well…why are you here?"

"Like I said, this is a place for the forgotten. There are many like me here, and soon, I think you will be forgotten as well…but don't be distressed. It will not be that way for long. My Daddy is devising a way now for us to return from the shadows. We will not be a distant memory for long. But if what Monty said was true, then we will need that boy."

The boy? Roxy wasn't sure how to feel about that. What could that little brat possibly do for them. And maybe she was thinking about hurting him, but what exactly was this chick going to do?

"Why?" was all the wolf could muster at this point.

"You seem somewhat hesitant about that," Baby noted. "And after that talk about what you were going to do when you had your hands on him…You'll find out what I mean once we find him. We are currently trying to find out where he has gone, and once we do, we will enact Daddy's plan. You do want that little monster to suffer for what he's done to you. Do you not?"

Roxy immediately thought back to her current state. She couldn't see herself, but she knew what baby meant. Her missing eyes, her shattered form, her tattered hair and tail. There was no one that could fix her. Everyone who she thought once loved her would surely turn away now, if not run away screaming. Yes, that rotten kid needed to pay for this, but then what was helping this girl going to do.

"What's in it for me?" she asked.

The clown chuckled. "Daddy has his ways of turning things in your favor. You'll get back everything you've lost. Your eyes, your hair, your adoring fans. You were quite popular, yes? If you help us, all of those people will come back to you, and more. You will be treated like a queen…You will have it all."

'You will have it all.' Upon hearing that, Roxy immediately thought of what could be. She imagined herself back on stage with her keytar in hand, hearing everyone screaming her name. And the tiny terror that did this to her no where to be found. She finally straightened out of her fighting stance.

"What can I do for you, then?" she said with a confident smirk.

Baby seemed quite satisfied. "That's what I like to hear."

The next couple of weeks were spent with Baby putting Roxy through a training regimen for what she could do when they found Gregory. She had told the wolf that the boy needed to be faced with no mercy, and to be ready to deal to him what he had dished out to her. This typically included making her rush at animatronics and S.T.A.F.F. bots that would attempt to attack or run away. The first few days, Roxy handled this with ease, but then Baby decided the intensity needed to be ramped up.

The sessions eventually went from about two hours a day to more than twelve hours, Baby having the wolf continue even when she was physically exhausted and low on charge. Soon, Baby would only allow her to get fifty percent charge before starting again. Also, the clown began getting more and more hostile as any objections were made to this treatment, dishing out severe punishments to any attempts to question it.

A perfect example of this was during a session two weeks after Roxy's arrival. The objective she faced with this session was take down six S.T.A.F.F. bots in succession as she ran down a hallway. She had done fine at this before, but after multiple rounds she was beginning to get exhausted. She took down the first four quickly on this latest round, but had managed to let the fifth one get away from her.

"Too slow," Baby called from the other end of the hall. "You were better than this before, Roxanne. I said before, don't let any victims get away from you. Go again!"

The eyeless wolf growled and stomped back to the start, the bots resetting themselves as they went. When she was ready, she gave her signal, and when she heard them moving, she started. The first one went down with ease, but there was more of an effort on the second as she felt her joints tensing. When she got to the third, she was already out of breath and only managed to get a few hits in before collapsing to the floor. She could hear Baby's footsteps coming towards her.

"You put on a sad display like that, and still, you want to call yourself 'the best?'" The clown barked. "Pathetic. How do you hope to catch the boy when you can't take down something without a sense of self-preservation?"

"I'm trying!" Roxy shouted angrily. "We've been at this for hours! Why can't we take a break?"

That question was met with a kick to the face. "You may have gotten the star treatment at the Pizzaplex," Baby continued, "but here, you will have to earn your reward. You get your break when we bring the boy to Daddy."

The wolf was ready to break something if she heard about 'Daddy' one more time. She's barely gotten to talk to this 'Afton' guy since she got here, and she was still wondering what he could possibly do to help her. There must have been something though, because this chick wouldn't shut up about him.

"Yeah, speaking of 'Daddy,'" she said through gritted teeth, "you still haven't explained what exactly he wants with that kid. And more importantly, how's he going to help me after we find him?"

"What did I say about asking too many questions?" Baby bit back. Then, what was left of Roxy's face seized with fear as she felt something metallic touch her temple.

"Time for your controlled shock."

"No! Wait—"

Roxy called in protest, but it was too late. She screamed in pain as she felt several thousand volts of electricity course through her body. It was the worst pain she had ever felt, and she had to deal with it so often in that short time. This current round of it only lasted thirty seconds, but it always felt so much longer. She continued to lay there on the floor, breathing heavily and fighting tears, for a while after it stopped. Then, Baby picked her up in a tight grip by the shoulders.

"Let me be very clear to you," the clown hissed. "If you are not able to follow orders, then your usefulness will run out. You will have your revenge on the boy, but only if you are completely with us when the time comes. Perhaps another night in the incinerator will change your tune?"

Once before, when Roxy had talked back too much, she was placed in a room that smelled of gasoline. She was situated on a conveyor belt and a gate shut behind her. Baby had told her this was the incinerator for the scrap metal, and this was confirmed when she felt heat radiating in front of her. The wolf was tied up and told not to move, and that if she did, the conveyor would immediately drag her into the flames. She stayed completely still the whole night, and not being able to move paired with the heat of what could be her fate in front of her was more torture than she could have thought. She didn't want to go in there again.

She vehemently shook her head. "No…please."

"Then go again," the clown threatened as she threw her down.

Roxy slowly picked herself back up, and walked back to her starting point. She thought about what she was going to get at the end of this. Her fans, her beauty, her spot onstage, her stardom. But most importantly, she would have her revenge on that little brat who put her in here.

She made it back and raised her signal again. This time, with no hesitation, she plowed her way through all six bots, one immediately after the other, and at the other end of the hallway, she breathed heavily as she stood in triumph.

"Now, that's better," Baby replied, satisfied.

Things continued like this for the next two weeks, but the torture got worse and worse, and the trainings seemed to get more and more intense. When she wasn't doing them, she was doing some pointless tasks that just seemed to break her down more. Roxy was beginning to wonder if this was just some sick amusement for her so-called allies, but she didn't dare voice this because she knew what would happen. The worst part of this whole experience, to her, was not being able to voice what she felt. When she found out where she was, she knew she would be trapped, but…she didn't think it would be like this.

But then, something changed. Monday night, she was assigned to look for more parts for whatever reason and didn't even do the training. That's when she heard Baby and Vanny talking in the hall next to her. Vanny seemed agitated about something but she couldn't decipher what, so she placed her ear against the wall and she heard Baby responding saying that the boy would not escape again and he would be found.

The boy. Gregory! He was here! The moment Roxy waited for had come! She wasn't going to let it slip by. The room she was in had a door in the other direction, so she rushed out that way. She took off like a bullet to look for him, but the S.T.A.F.F. bots tried to block her way and make her go back. They were easy picking, though, so she tossed them all away, one by one. She searched tirelessly, until finally she heard his little yelp. She had him.

She chased him for a good five minutes until he finally hid in a room. She tried to break down the door as best she could, but she was picked up by Afton's lackies, the 'Nightmare' animatronics and dragged away.

She fought their grip the whole time as they dragged her along, not even stopping when they came to a stop.

"Let me go!" she pleaded. "I had him! I'll tear him apar—"

She was cut off by a metallic hand slapping her face. The hand then grabbed what was left of her hair and pulled her forward. Baby's voice made itself known.

"You simpleton!" the clown barked. "You could have ruined everything!"

"This was our chance to get him!" the wolf bit back. "You said you needed him dead!"

Baby held Roxy's shoulder in a tight grip. "I said 'WHEN. THE TIME. COMES.' We needed to keep him here until that time came, and you let him slip through our fingers!"

"But I—"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear another word from you. I'll get the zip ties. You're going to the incinerator."

Roxy struggled against her captors' grips. "NO! You can't do that to me!"

"Oh, but I can."

She then snapped and the 'Nightmares' dragged Roxy to the room in question. It took a while for the zip ties to be put on her due to her struggling, but once they were, she was swiftly thrown onto the conveyer, which to her surprise was not moving. But still, she could feel the flames ahead of her

"This is your final chance, Roxanne," Baby called. "If you refuse orders one more time and move from that spot, there will be nothing left of you but a charred crisp. You'll never be able to get what you want."

The door slammed as soon as she said this, and Roxy lay there rigid. She wasn't sure if she was being lied to, or if anyone was even watching her. She could just feel that heat in front of her reminding her of why she was here to begin with. She could do nothing at that point but cry. She had done nothing but her best since Baby brought her on, but somehow that still wasn't good enough. She didn't know how long had passed before she started reverting to her old habit of talking to herself.

"You are the best," she said. "You will make it through this…You will get out of here…You will get your revenge…Everyone will love you again…I am the best…I am the best…"

But just like before, she was wondering if she really believed what she was saying. This time, she even questioned just who her revenge will be directed at.

She continued in a cycle of her head filling with thoughts, crying, and talking to herself for what had to be hours, tortured by the heat radiating on her the whole time. And she remained still the whole time. Then, like a lightbulb turning off, the heat was gone. She wondered what had happened, but she still didn't move out of shear panic. Then she heard the door open, and Baby's voice rang out.

"Daddy wants to see you."

After her bonds were undone and the stiffness from not moving was relieved, Roxy allowed Baby to lead her down the hallway to where she would meet 'Daddy Afton,' as Roxy playfully dubbed him, for maybe the third time that month.

"How long was I in there?" she asked along the way.

"It's now Wednesday, 9 AM," the clown replied. "If only you would follow orders out here as well as you do in there."

Roxy said nothing more.

Eventually, Baby finally stopped and opened a door, leading the blind wolf in as it opened.

"Hey, Roxy!" Monty's voice rang out. "You have fun in there? Hope things weren't to hot for ya! Ha, ha, ha—"

"Quiet!" came Vanny's voice after, followed presumably by a knock on the head. It probably wasn't the best time, but Roxy had to chuckle a little at that.

"Roxanne, my dear. Welcome!" came Afton's voice. The wolf had only heard that voice a few times before this, but she knew it immediately.

"…Hi," she responded uncharacteristically quietly.

"My goodness, you look quite beaten up," he continued, "but I suppose that is for good reason…My Elizabeth tells me you've been having trouble with following orders. Am I correct?"

The wolf begrudgingly nodded. She wondered why he kept calling Baby 'Elizabeth,' but she decided not to ask.

"I see. What you did two nights ago was incredibly stupid, my dear. We could have lost him for good, or you could have killed him before we were ready. I trust you have learned not to be flippant with your feelings?"

Again, she nodded.

"Good. I will say, however, that incident has reminded me of something that may be useful. You wish vengeance upon the boy for putting you in this state, correct?"

She nodded again.

"I see. I should inform you, then, that he has been coming back each night with a certain band of misfits. They believe they can seek out information in here that may lead to not only my downfall, but everything I have built. I have guaranteed that he will not leave with that information alive, but he will be back tonight in a misguided attempt to retrieve it. I do not just want him to fail at this; I want him to suffer for even trying. And it seems to me that you are the perfect candidate to do this."

Roxy was slightly taken aback at this. She was just told a couple of days ago, her usefulness may run out, but now she's being given this task?

"Tonight, when the boy returns, you will be the one to seek him out and bring him to me, my dear Roxy. You must remember, however, that you will need to bring him to me alive, or things will not work according to plan. Aside from that, you are free to dole out whatever punishment you deem necessary. Make him suffer for everything he has done to you."

"But, Daddy," Baby interrupted, "she acts completely on impulse. She cannot handle this task. She will kill him too soon; I know it!"

"Silence!" the computer boomed. "My orders on this are final Elizabeth. Not even you will change them…Remember what happened the last time you disobeyed me."

"…Of course."

"But to ensure that she does not fail, you will stay close by her. If you detect even the slightest hint that she will go to far, or that she will otherwise be unable to carry this out…correct the problem."

"I will," the clown replied.

Roxy was not sure how much she liked that idea, but she was willing to do anything to take care of that kid and get out of here.

"Well, what're we supposed to do?" Monty asked, referring to himself and Vanny.

"The two of you will continue to gather parts for me," Afton replied. "We have fallen behind on that aspect and we will need two people to catch up."

"Huh?! Why, you li—Oof!"

He doubled over after Vanny elbowed him in the belly. "We'll ensure our quota is met," she replied.

Attention was then returned to Roxy. "Now then," Afton continued, "I trust my orders are clear, Roxanne, so be sure to carry them out when the boy arrives. Succeed in this, and you will be rewarded handsomely."

Roxy's head was down at this. She heard that all this time, but she didn't even know for sure what he would do. She wasn't sure about any of this really. She knew she would probably regret asking another question, but she took a chance.

"You all keep saying that," she said, "but what are you going to do? Is this even going to be worth it?"

To her surprise, Afton laughed at this. "My dear, though I may not work directly with them anymore, I still have enough connections in Fazbear Entertainment than you can imagine. I will not go into the details of how I can help you, but I guarantee, if all goes well, you will have more than you lost. You will have fame beyond even this company. Millions will adore you. You will get anything your heart desires…You will have it all."

You will have it all. For some reason, it felt so good just to hear that, and if it was true…There was no doubt now. She had to do this. She was ready for everything she lost to be given back to her. And most importantly, she was ready to show that brat what happens when you mess with the one and only Roxanne Wolf.

"Alright," she smirked, "I'll be ready."

A/N And there we go. I hope that was a nice little break from the episodic nature of this story. This chapter was one I was really looking forward to, because, like I said, Roxy's my favorite, but Baby was also my favorite before Security Breach. Based on their personalities, I wanted to establish a dynamic like this between them from the moment I decided to put both of them in the story. This dynamic also may foreshadow things to come, so keep an eye out as you read. Either way, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Be sure to leave a review if you can and come back for the first part of Night 3. See you soon!