it is Wednesday my dudes.

Anyone else have their dreams crushed by that video he just posted? ;C I miss the Wednesdays…

I've been watching Springtrap and Deliah for the fourth time, and IT'S SO GOOD! Watch it if you haven't already, it's this amazing FNAF comic but you can watch the comic dub on YouTube.

The Light ending made me legit almost cry, it's so saaaad! I'm not going to spoil it, but I'll just say it's very very sad. And the Dark ending...well I hope springtrap knows there's not going to be any coming back from that…

On a happier note, it's Reviews time!

Jacq121: thank you so much for the positive reviews! I'm glad that you like the story :D (Dark blue is also one of my favourite colours.)

Random challenge: if you are a fanfiction author, try to incorporate a squid into your story! Who knows, maybe it could change your LIFE.

enjoy!

Chapter 13

Foxy Goes Exploring

"A long, long time ago, I had my own little show. Was a beautiful, lovable, angel."

Music, soft and flowing, yet loud and humming, floated down into Foxy's ears. He tried to concentrate on his book but he just couldn't with the song playing. He threw down his book, Sailing a Boat for Dummies, and walked across the main room to where Chica was drawing cute fuzzy derpy animals and pretty pastel anime girls peacefully.

"I don't mean to be rude, lassie, but could ye turn down the volume? Ah'm trying to read and it's kind of distracting." Foxy explained. Chica shrugged.

"It's not that loud, go somewhere else." Chica countered, leaning down with her pencil to add bangs to an alien girl with skinny jeans, a beanie, and headphones. Foxy sighed and made a pouty face at her. Chica just rolled her eyes and switched her ordinary pencil for a pale sea-foam-green marker to colour in the girl's skin. Foxy groaned but accepted it and went back to grab his book. He trudged down the hall to Pirate's Cove and turned down the lights. Foxy pulled open the curtain and sat inside, sweeping the purple-and-star-patterned curtain back to its original position.

First make sure to check that the sails are fully tied. Then what you want to do is pick a location that's windy and…

"Yawn." Foxy muttered. This book was boring, he already knew everything about sailing, he was a pirate after all. What else could I do… He wondered, gazing around the room. Then Foxy remembered the one place he could go whenever he was bored, the kitchen! He loved to cook, he even had memories of when he was little, cooking and making meals for him and…

Violet…

It had been so long, would she still remember him? She'd be, what, twelve now? Foxy remembered her, they were pretty much siblings living in that foster care. They looked out for each other, protected each other, and Foxy remembered keeping her safe just like a big brother would. God...had it really been that long since he'd talked to anyone from before his animatronic state? Would Violet even recognize him?

Foxy shook himself angrily. All of that was in the past now, and right now, all he should be doing is going to the kitchen and making something, maybe spaghetti. Still, and he hated this part of him that remembered this, he wanted to rewind eight years and just be with Violet and even just to see Darwin and Livvy, even Sally Anne. But now he should just focus all his anger, fear, and sadness on making amazing spaghetti.

He grabbed the noodle package and sighed in dismay when the package crumpled in his hands, there were no noodles in it. Foxy went back into the pantry, and a memory swept over him involuntarily.

"I'm gonna get you!"

The girl's laugh was all he heard. The boy grinned and curled up into a ball to fit better under the pantry shelves. He could hear rustling from outside in the kitchen and the slamming of cupboard doors. She wouldn't find him. This was the bestest hiding spot ever! He curled up tighter, and he suddenly realized how hot it was in the cupboard, even in his brown shorts and striped red T-shirt. He pricked his ears for the girl but she was oddly silent.

Then suddenly in a whirlwind of light, the pantry door opened and he was face-to-face with her.

"Aha, found you, Fritz!" Violet shrieked. Fritz moaned and squeezed back out of the shelf. Violet ran up to him and hugged his waist with her chubby little arms, her long pale messy blonde hair swishing over her shoulders.

"I got you Fritzy." Violet mumbled into his shirt. Fritz patted her head and smiled proudly at her.

"Good job, Vi."

"I love you," Violet told him, beaming up at him sweetly. Fritz grinned and ruffled her hair. She was only four and very cute, at least, that's what Sally Anne said. Yet Violet was never adopted, probably because she has issues with settling, she'd been in so many foster homes. But she liked this one, because it had her adopted brother in it with her.

Fritz.

They walked out of the pantry, and Fritz leaned down and gave Violet a big hug.

"Love you too, Vi."

Foxy stumbled out of the pantry, holding his head and mumbling angrily. His yellow eye flashed amber and then grew stronger to a piercing bright red.

"Arg...ah shouldn't remember. Need teh forget all of this…"

Foxy groaned again and slashed the wall with his hook. It went through the concrete easily, and it felt good so he did it again. And again. Till the wall was covered in long slashes and Foxy was breathing heavily, panting with his tongue lolling like a real fox's. His eye faded back to its normal yellow and he held his head with his hands.

"Oh God...why do I feel like this…" He mumbled into his hands, shaking his head and shivering. Why did he have to be like this...act like this…

Rage flooded his metal skeleton. Foxy felt like he was exploding, or would soon. He narrowed his eye and his red hair bushed up. Why? Why? WHY?!

"WHY?!" He bellowed, arching his back in rage. I was taken from Violet! Why?! Why... Foxy picked up a nearby can of chunky warm tomato sauce and threw it against the wall to the left of the kitchen door. It hit with such force that it smashed against the wall and shattered into a hundred metal pieces, red tomato sauce splattered across the wall and dripping down into a thick red puddle. Foxy groaned as a headache overcame him. He stumbled and fell onto his knees.

Can robots cry? He wondered. Obviously he wouldn't. Foxy was a tough pirate, they never cry. Ever! He was just...angry. Yeah. Every good pirate got a little bit angry...right?

Suddenly the door flung open and smacked against the wall. It quickly followed the laws of physics and smacked whoever opened the door in the face. There were some mumbled curses and then the person stepped out.

Mangle took in the sight of Foxy sitting on the ground, and tomato sauce splattered across the wall. She let out a low whistle and came closer to Foxy. When he didn't respond, she took another step. And another. Until she was standing right next to him. Mangle sat down awkwardly and looked at the wall, following his gaze. She pointed to the splatter of thick crimson.

"Is that blood?" She asked curiously, obviously trying to get Foxy to talk. "Because last time we were in this situation, I recall the roles being reversed."

Foxy gave her a half smile.

"It's tomato sauce," He told her in a husky voice.

"Wouldn't be the first time I've used that excuse." Mangle said drily.

"No, like it's actually tomato sauce." Foxy explained.

She leaned into his shoulder.

"C'mon, what's wrong? You can tell me, darling." Mangle pressed, hugging his shoulder. Foxy sighed and looked the other way.

"I just-" sigh. "I had a memory...from me past life. It was a happy memory...but then ah just felt like I wanted to be back there again. With Violet and the whole crew back at the foster care…" He trailed off, embarrassed.

"Sorry for unloading on ye." He muttered. Mangle shook her head vigorously.

"It's fine, don't worry about it. Honestly, I don't really miss my old life...I mean, I miss my dad, despite him being in the army and not around much. But I'd give anything just to be able to leave this pizzeria. I mean, it's nice and all, but I want to see the world!" Mangle said wistfully. Foxy nodded.

"I get what ye mean...thank you."

Mangle grinned. "That's what I'm here for. Now, have you already been inside that door that I've never seen before, or do you want to explore it together?" Mangle asked him, standing up and brushing off her pink ruffled skirt.

She was wearing a ruffly fancy pink babydoll dress over a plain black tee, with knee-high white socks and tall black chunky laced-up boots. Mangle's long white hair was down, and a black headband with a tiny pink bow was resting on top. Her usual fashion style that as always, looked stunning and matched perfectly.

Foxy gaped at the fact that in the place of the tomato sauce, there was a door slightly cracked open.

"Uhhh...how did we not find this sooner?" Foxy asked incredulously. Mangle went closer and inspected the mysterious door more carefully. She broke off a piece of the door with her class and peered at it in her palms.

"Looks like it's made of wood...and I think someone painted over it, judging by the fact that it's the same colour as the wall. Looks like someone wanted to keep wherever this door leads, a secret…" Mangle trailed off.

Foxy leaped forward.

"Well, what are ye waiting for? Hurry up, lass!" Foxy called to Mangle as he stepped through the doorway.

"Be careful!" She called, inching closer to the door. Foxy just snorted, and went down the next step.

*C'mon! What could possibly go…"

The step disappeared from underneath him.

"WroooooooooOOOONG! HELLLP oh wait I'm fine!"

Foxy tumbled down the stairs and landed on his back. He watched as Mangle flicked on a nearby light switch, rolled her eyes at him, and proceeded to switch into robot form and swiftly climb down the wall. She landed gracefully with a backflip, switching to ghost form midair. Mangle took a bow.

"And that is why you always look before you leap!" Mangle told him primly. Foxy crossed his arms and pouted.

"Hey, well...jeez this place is big." Foxy told her, trying to quickly change the subject. Mangle looked around in wonder. The place really was huge, like a gymnasium but bigger, probably. There were cans of food stacked on some nearby shelves, along with huge bottles of water, and some totes labeled 'First Aid'. There were even mattresses stacked up against one wall, with a pile of dusty blankets next to them. Actually, it looked like everything had at least three layers of dust on it, if not more.

"It looks like this is some sort of safe room, or a basement of some kind." Mangle said.

"Ye think, Sherlock?" Foxy asked sarcastically. Mangle folded her arms.

"Hey, it's not that obvious!" She muttered.

"Ehhh, kind of," Foxy laughed. Mangle opened her mouth, about to say something, but there was suddenly a huge crash from above. Mangle shifted her gaze to the door.

"Prolly just someone knocked over the pans in the kitchen…" Mangle said nervously.

"Ye…" Foxy nodded, but something inside of him to!d him that it was something more.

Turned out that he was right, because there was an ear-piercing scream and suddenly Chica, Freddy, and Bonnie were pushing open the door and quickly slamming it behind them. Bonnie was the last one and he bolted it shut while Chica and Freddy leaped down and landed perfectly, Bonnie following suit. Mangle gave Foxy a look like, see, you're just terrible at falling.

There was an ugly scraping sound and a claw jabbed through the door. Bonnie swore under his breath and quickly shifted into animatronic form. He grabbed a nearby chair and climbed up the wall like a spider. Bonnie shoved the chair against the door and ripped the claw off...whatever it was attached to. There was a muffled screech and then silence as Bonnie leaped down again and shifted back into ghost form. Mangle and Foxy stared at him, wide-eyed. In perfect sync, they asked incredulously;

"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!"

Oooo, cliffhanger! What did just happen? And what will happen next chapter?

That's for you to find out.

Bye for now!

~Ghost